troubled waters, giry

[lookjedi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] next time you point a finger i'll point you to the mirror She wanted to lie in the grass, talk to the squid, and freeze in the cold of the turning season so that the snow would just cover her and she wouldn’t have anything else to worry about ever. That was all she wanted but Katniss wasn’t allowed to do this. A far worse fate was waiting for her, but more about that later, right now she was had to deal with Giry which seemed to be her favourite thing to do as of late, a pastime even. Of course, this was only because no one else would take her for detention. Katniss wasn’t really known to get along with people and that was why they dumped her onto Giry, at least he could deal with her… or that was the illusion anyway. Katniss wasn’t a troubled student, she was better than most with her constant perfect marks. She was a bright student that didn’t seem to have many problems when it came down to things, aside from her attitude. The brunette has a bad attitude, though witty and bright she was also disrespectful to authority which had gotten her thrown out of class before, and she was rude. Because of this, she had been thrown onto the caretaker’s tray of things to deal with and as far as the professors were concerned, if she wasn’t their problem it was a good day. She was forced onto him like a stray dog, or cat as his pet names with infer. Perhaps all she was just an alley-cat that was unwanted and needed no one. It seemed about right, all she needed now was a little girl to pick her up and call her Buttercup and she was set for life hunting mice. If only that was life that she could lead, instead she had detention. Grudgingly she got up from the grass. Brushing herself off some, she looked towards the sky, which had begun to shift to the next phrase of the day. With a sigh, she combed her hand through her hair, her eyes trailing back to the castle. “And the games begin…” Katniss muttered, marching her way up to the castle again. She was not going to have fun tonight, though that was to say that she actually had fun, which she didn’t so it was going to be a normal night at Hogwarts, one filled with cleaning, arguing and no sleep; aside from the cleaning, it was like any other night. She supposed that she should be thankful though, knowing that it would get her mind off things, at least for a little while. Katniss had so many thoughts cooped up in her head that she wanted to explode and her nightmares were only getting worse because of it. It was almost sad, but now she had some way of actually sorting out her thoughts, which was ignoring Giry and sorting out her thoughts; she was becoming very good at that. It was sad, in a way, but getting Giry all worked up and angry was actually hilarious to Katniss, if she could actually understand what hilarity was. Strolling into the entrance, Katniss made a swift turn and sauntered toward the caretaker office, a place that she didn’t call home, but a place that she knew intimately well because of all the detentions that she had received since second year. Nothing had changed since then or at least the way that she landed herself in detention. To her it was something to do between homework, sleep—which she never did—and, of course, classes. Her life wasn’t exactly gray at all, it was plainly in black and white, painfully so. This was why she needed detention and also why she was the commentator for the quidditch games at Hogwarts. It wasn’t like she had volunteered. It just so happened that in first year she had punched the guy that was commentator in three places, followed by knocking him unconscious due to pressure points. Katniss was always a violent kid but only when provoked. Pushing the door open to the office, the brunette peeked inside cautiously in order to make that Giry wasn’t going to throw something at her at first glance. “Another six-thirty, another detention,” she said looking at him with an exhausted look on her face. The lack of sleep was getting to her, but she was determined to do what she had to, to avoid what was evitable. Katniss strove to avoid pain in all aspects of the word ever since she was little but it was as exhausting as being insincere. “Might I say that you would be proud of me, if you could actually be proud of anyone other than yourself on the basis that I landed myself in detention breaking up a fight.” she paused, “I started to fight but, that’s just water under the bridge.” she was trying so hard to act normal but it wasn’t working. tag; mel & giry, words: 841, outfit; click here, notes; i suck at starting posts but oh these two, .

[mel1]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] THESE LONESOME BLUES [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: BAC4C1;] His office – or rather one of the school’s many linen closets that acted as his main office – was in total disarray. There were old packages of cigarettes scattered all across the floor, empty bottles of Smirnoff here and there, and dirty clothes piled up to the ceiling in the far left corner. The school’s house elves usually stayed away from his office. It was one of the places in the entire school that was considered to be off limits and for that, he was grateful. He hated those damn ugly things. Could they really be called creatures? He figured thinking such things probably made him out to be some heartless piece of shit, and Giry was no fool. He knew he could be a bastard at times, but that was just how he portrayed himself. His personality was something that he had been piecing together bit by bit since as far as he could remember. The self discovery probably first began around the time he met Sedrig or was it even before he met his best mate? The memories generally blurred together the older he got. He was not too sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Truthfully, there were plenty of things the Frenchman wished to forget and that was why he had become a self-induced alcoholic. He found that drinking was a temporary reprieve from all of the grief and self-loathing he dealt with on a daily basis. It was a safety blanket to embrace for however long his hangover lasted. Fleeting, but all the more worthwhile if he could forget for just a little portion of time. Giry found he had a lot on his mind these days. After having run into Selma on that fateful evening, he found himself drinking himself to bed more often than what was necessary. It had only been detention. For the first time, she had received detention and all because she had spoken out of turn during a class with a particularly arrogant professor whom Giry was not entirely fond of. Though, the arse had gotten his comeuppance. Oh Merlin did he receive his comeuppance in the end. After all, he had been the one to dish it out. He had had to enlist the help of some troublemaking students to prank the professor, but that was just water under the bridge. Justice had been served, but still he felt like absolute shit. Maybe it was because after so many years he had been face-to-face with the one he was bonded to for the rest of his life? That would do it. Though, there was more to the story than he was letting on. He felt as if he had failed her in a way. She had sent him an owl as of recently, detailing all that had happened, all of what he already knew. He had been there to witness it, after all. Nonetheless, he felt as if it was his fault that she had received her detention in the manner that she did. Perhaps it was because he had found himself a bit busier than what he was used to, having to deal with the brats of the school and their rebellious actions getting them into trouble. And he was the one to deal with all of them. The teachers usually dumped the more rambunctious bunch on his hands to handle. After all, they could not be bothered to try and utilize some good ‘ole discipline on the kids. Why would they ever do that? No one wanted a lawsuit on their hands. It was absolute bullshit. In this day and age, students of all ages deserved to be slapped in the face for some of the stunts they pulled on a daily basis. But, that was not the main point. The main point was that because had he become busier than usual, he had neglected to send Selma a letter to see how she had been faring. Obviously, she had needed him and he had failed her which then caused her to become stressed to a point where she felt the need to snap during that arse’s class when she felt he was incorrect. As far as he knew, she had never done such a thing before in the past. So, the fact that this was the first time did not sit well with him. He did not want this to become a trend. Giry wanted it to stay a first time offense and a first time offense only. If only Selma would stay out of trouble and out of his hair. He let out a sigh, leaning back in his office chair. He had his feet thrown up on top of his desk where they were crossed at the ankles, his hands interlaced and resting on the back of his head. He closed his eyes. A student had detention with him that night and would probably be heading down soon, which mean that he should probably go and prepare himself for their arrival. Or he could just sit in his chair and doze off for a bit. The troublemaker could wait an hour or two. Yes, that seemed like a fantastic plan. A half-hearted smirk found its way onto his face. Giry lost himself to his thoughts, eventually nodding off. An innumerable amount of time passed while he slept on soundly, light snores echoing around his office. He was in such a deep sleep that he did not hear the student who had an appointment with him that night come in. Nor did he stir when the infamous thorn in his side spoke up, looking just as exhausted as he had been feeling for the past week. Whatever Katniss Williams was expecting to witness in the resident sick fuck’s office while reporting for her weekly detention, Giry sleeping on the job was probably not one of the scenarios she initially anticipated. It almost seemed laughable. Either way, this was going to be one eventful detention. Mark my words. [/style] tagged; katniss. words; 1005. notes; this is going to be fun.