|
Post by ethan on Jan 1, 2012 12:18:11 GMT -5
Ethan couldn't believe it was christmas break already. And that it was almost over. He had come back to hogwarts early, the parental situation was tedious, even if he did love them. One could only take so much of the DeMarquez household, with constant composure, lies and strict expectations. Ethan couldn't believe he was anything like them, but it was a sort of truth. He could have complete composure when he wanted to, but the lies the heartless comments and attacks were something he's grown out of. Anger will get the best of him sometimes, but hurting innocent people wasn't something that he took pleasure in anymore. How anyone could stand watching those people hurt, even if they are inferior, it's like kicking a house elf after it does everything you told it to. Ethan sat in the Three Broomsticks merely observing his surroundings. His friend was supposed to meet him later, but he decided to come a bit earlier, find a table, stay a while. Being alone was a sort of serenity for him, he didn't have to be mean or angry, because there was no way he would anger himself. That was just nonsense. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair which was just "too long" for his mother's standards, and not kept well enough to be "presentable", according to his father. They just wanted to make him better, he could understand that, but he knew what was best for himself and promised that he'd fix his appearance. as if. He leaned back in his chair and stuck his hands behind his head. There was a drunk girl at the bar making a complete fool of herself and ethan couldn't help but find it extremely entertaining. He watched her down another drink and tackle some guy to the ground, only to actually miss him and face plant. He felt the need to step in and help the poor girl, alas- she was getting back up, she was OK.
After quite a few laughs at the woman, he turned his attention to the door and glanced at the watch, nah- still early. maybe he'd wander around hogsmeade a bit? Poo, too much effort. So again he adjusted his seat and took out a book to read. Nothing to do with school, more of a rather intriguing mystery that captured his attention. A serial killer who found a way to kill his victims around the magical code, so he couldn't be traced. It was terribly graphic and he couldn't help but find it terribly interesting. That sort of out of the box thinking, albeit gruesome, was what so many people lack. Many think the only way to kill someone is avada kedvara, or the only way to levitate alohomora, instead of finding their own ways, and broadening magic further. Magic is endless it bends to the use of words and wizards and everyone's stuck with the same mumbo jumbo that has been in existence since the founders. Very few stepped out of that, and Ethan found that he must to make up for it. He has an entire book of in-the-process spells and enchantments that he's been perfecting and such. though nobody will really ever know about it. Ethan just has to do something sometimes, he can't sit still and study things everyone should already know, and what you can always look up later. He'd rather be out there doing something with the inventive brain he was given. He read another chapter and found himself already predicting the end of the novel. It was obvious what would happen, so Ethan lost interest in it and stored the book away, perhaps he could scare a few first years with it. if they could even read- that is. Who knows with the little people in this school. A waitress brought around a firewhiskey and he thanked her, taking a rather large gulp and suppressing a yawn, before letting his eyes wander around the pub again. In hopes someone would catch his attention.
|
|
|
Post by vika3 on Jan 1, 2012 12:44:35 GMT -5
The holidays had been great, so far. The main worry that had been on her mind for weeks, if not months, had been solved. She no longer needed to worry about her future, for it already was settled. Instead of waiting for her wonderful yet passive father to arrange something, she’d feel unsure about it until the very end. It was always better to take matters into your own hands, so she had. Or actually, Jacoby had. All she’d done was whine to him, entrusting him with that what bothered her in the hope that it would bring relief. Not only had he been a good friend, he’d also fixed everything by suggesting a marriage. The sheer memory of that good, good day brought a smile to her face as she walked toward the Three Broomsticks. Things could only get better from here on, right? She’d have a nice few drinks with Ethan, for a start. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to get more out of it right now, but she knew herself better than to assume things would stay nice and clean. The decision to spend a night, or at least a few sweaty hours, with someone was always made in a split second.
There was no one there to open the door for her, which was a let-down for a spoiled princess such as Sammy. However, even worse than that was the scenery she found inside. Some drunk girl instantly reminded her of her misogynistic hatred for all of womankind. Had it been a boozed guy, she would’ve had less problems with it, but a girl ought to be elegant and eloquent. The standards were higher for a lady, the bar was raised, and so far, Sammy had only found a few girls besides herself who lived up to all of that. Anyhow, she refused to let that ruin her mood. Instead of pondering about it and wasting time, she stepped towards Ethan’s table, waving as she approached. ”Hello, handsome stranger. Mind if I join you?” she was bullshitting, obviously. Their meeting was an arrangement. Hence why she didn’t wait for a reply, but leaned down toward him, kissing his cheek swiftly as a greeting. After that, she took a seat opposite of him and crossed her legs. She was positioned comfortably, everything was now allowed to commence. Her eye fell on the book. ”Reading, raven?” she smirked. ”What’s it about?”
|
|
|
Post by ethan on Jan 1, 2012 13:30:33 GMT -5
his mind found its way back through christmas break. All the small spats with his parents, the yearning for a simple, please don't arrange a marriage for me, that was never said. He couldn't help but hate the idea of being tied to someone like phoenix, who just seemed to bring the worst out of him unfailing every single time they spoke. he wasn't mean, he wasn't all that selfish, and he certainly wasn't as egotistical as he makes himself to be. Shouldn't the person that he's supposed to be married to, try and see that? Or was she just too much of a spoiled brat to make it so. He wants someone that can understand him without Ethan having to prove anything to them. Why should he, even? Once he was nice to her, and he couldn't control his temper, she just kept pushing and pushing and pushing and Ethan now seems to carry his temper around in his pocket everytime that godforsaken girl is in his presence. He flipped another page in his book, ignoring the spaz at the counter. Oh yes, entirely amusing, but she'd probably end up getting into a lot of trouble by the end of the night. What, with the creep in the corner watching her every move, and the bartender failing to get something of substance into her stomach. Ethan wondered what it was that sent her on such a tangent. Perhaps she was cheated on, perhaps her parents had kicked her out for having such a terrible face, or even the prospect of her merely deciding to have "fun" in broad daylight where all of hogwarts, hogsmeade, and probably the entire wizarding world would find out. He hoped it was something important, like her sister died, or her baby did- sad, but then she wasn't as pathetic of a being as she's seeming already. He took another sip of his firewhiskey, and thought perhaps he should order for samantha, But there really didn't seem a reason to, knowing him he'd order the wrong thing, look like a controlling idiot. She can fend for herself anyway- though he was going to pay. He invited her, and he's got money to spare.
He looked up and grinned when a familiar red-head came to view. Although they seemed to connect even better when they were younger, Ethan thought they were still pretty good friends. He may not be outwardly rude about his beliefs anymore, but he still had them, and he figured Samantha knew that and wouldn't hold it against him. Still smiling he countered her greeting, "Ah, of course, I do warn you- I have this smokin' friend coming and I'd hate for her to get jealous seeing us together." A matter of fact voice, serious look, with only a hint of a sparkle in his eye. He watched her amused when she sat down and altered his seat so he mirrored hers, only not crossing his legs, if you can imagine- boy's aren't so amazing at it. In fact it really hurts, not that anyone would ever admit trying it. He followed her gaze to a book and shrugged, "hm, some serial killer of a wizard breaking all the rules. Very intriguing though definitely seen before." He pursed his lips, the suspense wasn't great, but the idea was there. He needed a new book, he would have to sit in detention when school gets back into session, and it would excruciating without some proper entertainment. "So, what has the stunning Sam been up to for her break? Did you have a good christmas?" He inquired, raising and eyebrow and rolling his glass between his hands, then glancing around for a waitress to get her a drink, "woops, hey, what do you want I could probably go get it from the bartender," he said, standing and pushing his chair out behind him. He felt rude having a drink and she had none. It wasn't fair for him to have firewhiskey and her simply watching him drink the goodness. nah, he couldn't torture her so.
|
|
|
Post by vika3 on Jan 1, 2012 15:44:37 GMT -5
Ethan was fine. Although she’d noticed a change in his demeanour, he was still a good person. Obviously, Sammy’s criteria for a good person were different from your average person’s, but the results were the same. She accepted him as one of her own and set him as an example, for the rest of the Ravenclaw house, at least. The fact that he’d gotten less cruel over the years didn’t matter much to her. He could be an absolute dick or a heart-felt sweetheart, it was all the same to her. As long as a guy had the right set of values and was pleasant enough to her, she instantly cared about them. Hell, lately, she’d noticed that she cared, even if the guy was needlessly cruel to her. Sometimes she wondered how she could be so two-faced. If each person had one true nature, what was hers? Was she the indifferent, greedy bitch or was she the cake-baking girl that put herself last? Maybe one day, she’d know. Until then, she didn’t waste much time on it and simply, thoughtlessly, went on. Sammy Nott was what she was, she was much too self-satisfied to change a single thing. However… that short pondering about human nature reminded her of the fact she needed to have a serious chat with her parents. Obviously, they’d sensed that something had been off lately, but she’d been able to hide it fairly well, having been locked up in Hogwarts. She couldn’t lie to their faces – she couldn’t lie in general – but she’d avoided the topic as much as she could. Now it was more or less sure, however, she could tell them. They’d approve of the marriage, she’d found a candidate who had everything: money, looks, good blood, morals and most importantly, affection for her.
One could call her mood happy, indeed. His greeting amused her even more, making the slight curve of her lips burst open into a full-out smile. It wouldn’t be the first time she was called attractive, nor was it the first time that she threatened to make others feel jealousy. The light-heartedness of it all was fun, though. She adored shallow entertainment like that. ”Oh, of course. I’ll be quick about it, then. Please, don’t tell her?” She pouted for a second, but then her act cracked, seeing that she was as much of an actress as she was a virgin. She vaguely registered his copying of her body language, which she took as a good sign. People only did that when they got along with others, right? Sammy herself tended to copy gestures when she wanted to keep someone’s attention, although she wasn’t aware of that detail herself. Much like everything, flirting happened instinctively. An average girl would’ve been scared or at least disturbed by the subject of the book, though Sam lacked the empathy. Her grandfather classified as a serial killer anyway, the law on murder wasn’t fair, since it included filth and muggles. ”Oh. Did he get away with it?” Was therefore the only question on her mind. As much as she liked to talk about herself, she wasn’t entirely sure whether she should tell him all about the marriage. He – like Pierce – might not understand. Still, she knew that it’d be best if he heard it directly from her, so she decided to spill the beautiful-blonde-babies beans. ”It was good. Presents, food, sleeping, the usual, you know?” That sounded pretty much like her daily routine. ”I’ve got good news, though. I arranged an excellent marriage for myself.” it couldn’t be said for everyone, she knew. Some married randomly, out of love, while others had loveless, arranged deals. She wanted the best of both worlds, like usual. That went for drinks as well. She wanted something that tasted good, but contained a nice deal of alcohol as well. Beer reeked, wine was too sour, vodka was too hardcore… then her eye fell on his glass. ”Firewhiskey is fine. Thanks.”
|
|
|
Post by ethan on Jan 17, 2012 21:35:30 GMT -5
He smirked a perfectly handsome smirk, and nodded serenely. "oh yes, you mustn't to that! Me without friends. It would be a terrible sight indeed." He mocked seriousness as he continued their sarcastic and entirely unique conversation. "What would happen if I didn't have a beautiful redhead on my arm?" Samantha brought out the best and worst out of him, worst- meaning, of course, the supremacy thoughts that always seemed to leak out. Was it right to think of people as less than equal, The trolls don't seem to argue at all, and what of muggles to know that they're even being downtrodden. What was it that he even sounded like when he spoke. Was it always contradictory as his own puzzled mind, or was it as clear as crystal or the waters of the Mediterranean sea? Or was it just a mass of jumbled sounds and somehow some people just understood him completely and stayed around him, even though he probably sounded obviously disabled and probably beyond hope? He told her about the book and waited for her response, he actually wasn't surprised at all. Yes, He'd asked the same question when he read the back, but he didn't exactly like it. Ethan shrugged and moved the book hand to hand. "Sort of, I guess." He pursed his lips, "He defies them with death. Though not exactly winning." The guy had committed suicide before hew as ever caught. So did he win? Or Did he just chicken out of being strong?
Her next statment sort of caught him off guard. Something that made him instantly angry. What was it about losing all freedom that just made him loath someone so completely. He was in an arranged marriage himself, with a girl with zero personality and absolutely nothing that brought them together. He may have "grown up" with her, but there was nothing between them. Maybe if he'd been able to have some choice in his marriage he'd be a bit happier, but this whole situation just sucked for him. But he wouldn't ruin that for Samantha, for all he knew, she'd be perfectly happy. He took a sip and smiled at her, "Oh? Congratulations, Who's the lucky guy?" He asked, though thought he already knew. Was he supposed to know? Maybe, but It had to be Jacoby, didn't it? Though surprise was never a surprise to Ethan. He wasn't right all the time. He got up and went to the bar and got his friend a firewhiskey, and headed back. When he took a seat, he set her glass down and smiled waiting for conversation to start up again, and taking yet another large drink from his own glass.
|
|
|
Post by vika3 on Jan 22, 2012 5:58:24 GMT -5
People without friends just sucked. You could find perfectly suitable folks, ones who shared your morals, views and opinions, ones who had a good sense of humour, pretty much everywhere. Sammy was biased in the way that she hardly looked beyond the Slytherin dorm to find friends, preferring her house beyond everything else, but even she recognised a friend in a Ravenclaw when she saw one. The proof of that was sitting right in front of her, tall, dark, handsome behind a glass of firewhiskey. No, she wouldn’t ever understand the ‘loner’ type. To her, people who denied their need for company were pathetic little liars. ”It would be heart-breaking.” She had a way of taking everything as a compliment and channelling the ‘beautiful redhead’ comment into her bottomless ego box was easy as pie. ”I don’t know. You’d be sad, probably. And less desirable for other women. You know the way everyone looks at you the moment you’re not available anymore?” Smirking, she gestured at a handful of other girls, scattered around the bar. Although she wasn’t opposed to having sex with Ethan herself – she never was opposed to such a thing – he was first and foremost a friend. If he wanted her to be a wingwoman for a moment, she’d happily oblige, obedient as she was.
Eww, death. She wrinkled her nose and picked at the edge of her thumb nail, unable to hide her disgust. ”That’s rather pathetic. Couldn’t he just flee to Argentina and live happily ever after on a ranch there?” There was no shame in running and hiding – ending your own life because you fucked up so badly, now that was weak. She got over it soon, though, being distracted by the most pleasant of subjects. Her upcoming marriage. She watched Ethan’s face with interest, trying to label the little twitches and changes in expression he showed, until he came with the appropriate response. That was the beauty of good upbringings: no matter what you thought about something, you could always talk your way out of honesty by being polite. ”Thank you. It’s Jakey. It only makes sense, you know. I love him, he loves me and we don’t PMS about things.” There was nothing as disgraceful –and secretly satisfying- as having a guy frenzy over you. She’d spent enough time with another seventh year slyth to figure out that much. That very same guy lingered in her mind while Ethan went off to get her drink, as a true gentleman ought to. She tried to stop the mental images, but eventually, she ended up giving in. So it happened that when her friend came back, she had the silliest, warmest smile on her lips, while she was thinking of someone other than her future fiancé. ”Thanks.” As long as he wasn’t a leglimens, things were cool.
|
|