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Post by Livinia Lange on Sept 12, 2008 22:40:25 GMT -5
|| Livinia || [/font] Livi stumbled back down to the common room from the dorms. It was sickening listening to all those other girls gawk over her date and whisper behind her back that he only dated her because of pity. That was just their jealousy talking. She was one of the most desirable women on campus and they weren't. She was second to Kamilla (a fact that she didn't enjoy, but tolerated). Plus, she had some major issues on her mind that she needed to think about in quiet.
One was the fact that her best friend in the whole world. Her only friend if she really thought about it had changed. She was in some other level of maturity (or insanity) that Livi would never be able to follow her. She was different from when she left. It was strange to be around the new her. She was watching everything she said, afraid of sounding immature and need. She wasn't needy. She didn't need Kamilla's friendship. That was just an added bonus to the Hogwarts experience. She was sure she could survive on her own without constantly depending on Kamilla.
Second, the letter she recieved from her grandmother. That was shocking news indeed. How in the hell was she supposed to gain the attentions of all of those boys or even just one of them. Sure, she could be ready to think of one of them as husbands if she really tried, but that was in extreme circumstances. She always seemed to have trouble catching guy's attention. How was she supposed to make them fall in love with her and deal with the fact that she is getting adopted at seventeen and her last name changed. Being ripped away from her beloved parents and...sister....That was almost to much to bear. She loved her grandmother, but not enough to be living with her and her alone and getting her last name changed.
She moved towards the fire, sitting down in front of it. She took the letter from the pocket of her velvet, emerald robe and looked over it again. She briefly considered throwing it in the fire and claiming she never recieved it. Boy, wouldn't that cause chaos amongst the Rookwood-Lange family. But, a healthy dose of chaos would do them all good. It was good for the soul.
Thirdly, there was Sebastian. He was on the list, which was a good thing. But, she thought she liked Eli and loved Rowan. How could she still hold such strong feelings of deep affection for Sebastian? Where they really the perfect pair? This thought had Livi leaning against the couch and closing her make-up free eyes with frustration. Why was life so hard all of the sudden?
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Sept 23, 2008 20:43:27 GMT -5
kamilla {the misguided one} Kamilla had done one of the most cowardly actions she could've thought of. She had run from the ball almost immediatly after it had ended. After the brief confrontation involving a fantastic audience, she had began to feel suffocated. Milla thought dancing with her now boyfriend would have loosened her breaths and eased her inhaling rate but it hadn't. If anything, it had caused her more panic as she began to fret about how she looked. What would happen if she had smeared her costume lipstick? Or if her wig begin to descend rapidly towards the tiled floor? The Halloween Ball, an event she had been looking forward to as a way to test her worth, was a dead end, a trap in which she had knowingly walked into. And the fact that she had known better made it just that more horrible.
She had retreated towards the dungeouns, quickly comprehending the fact that her housemates would be currently intoxicated. Knowing their outgoing personalities, they would be in the middle of a groping fest or snogging palooza. Sometimes, Kamilla giggled at how out of control she could be. But now, looking at how garrulous, excited, and frantic the activities she had once enjoyed were she felt slightly ashamed. It was suprising how three weeks with her sophisticated mother and elegant father had changed her. She no longer had the lust for orgies, cheap firewhiskey, or grinding. In fact, Milla longed for the end of those parties. She wanted desperatly to graduate, not from school and into a world of imminent death, towards classy parties with refined tastes, luxurious wines, and ambitious small talk.
So she retreated to the dungeouns, her home away from home, knowing she would be alone. She took off her wig, held it in both of her hands as she bent down low to crawl through the entrance hall. She suddenly realized how tall it was and she was pleased with the fact that she was tall enough to be comfortably reached by the taller, desired men in her house.
"Bloody hell!" She suddenly screeched, drooping her padded wig onto the cold, stone floor. Milla scolded herself silently, she had managed to walk into the sloping walls of the entrance hall fantasizing about kisses that would only take a few moments because of the short gap.
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Post by Livinia Lange on Sept 25, 2008 18:48:59 GMT -5
|| Livinia || [/font] Automatically, Livinia lept to her feet at Kamilla's call. Like a lady-in-waiting, she stood with her posture strait and her hands folded in front of her, letter in envelope hanging delicately from her grasp.
A slight, cold glare escaped from Livinia's cobalt eyes, that were seeming to glow into the dark Slytherin common room, without her meaning to. But, then again, she had every right too in her opinion. To her, Kamilla had abandoned her and in a way it felt like she was being belittled with the lack of letters or actually talking Kamilla speaking to her since she arrived back to school. That moment in the Pumpkin Patch had not helped either.
Livi simply thought she was being forgotten. That she was being put on the shelf and all her efforts to climb to the social status she was at would be worthless. Sure, she would probably have Sebastian, but what good was having a boyfriend when you couldn't discuss him with anyone. She barely had any friends anyway. That was the cost of being best friends with Kamilla Lestrange, you lost all other friend oppurtunities.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Sept 25, 2008 20:04:57 GMT -5
kamilla {the misguided one} Kamilla massaged her sore left arm, gently biting her lower lip. The brittle stone walls had managed to scrape her arm and tear through the delicate cloth. The fragile stitching was ripped apart, silvery, wispy threads revealing a large patch of slowly oozing blood. She clamped her right hand over it, feeling the crimson liquid stain her hand. Milla smelt the iron toxicated blood, crinkling her nose. She had never liked the sight of blood - it was a symbol of greed, eagerness, and sloppiness. It was much better to die than to suffer, after all.
"Livi! Bloody hell! You scared me!" Kamilla suddenly whispered, gripping her wound even more tightly. She winced slightly, her hand had managed to tear into her bloody patch of skin. "What are you doing down here, love?" Milla whispered, exhaling in relief. It was Livi, only Livi. She rounded the corner, stumbled down some stairs, and looked up at Livinia with a smile.
She stopped.
The frosty cold look in Livinia's eyes was breathtaking. It was the type of glance that you could never describe in pictures, movies, or books. Livinia seemed regal, sophisticated, poised according to her posture. But when Milla looked into her dear friend's eyes, she saw pain, tears, and stained pride.
Kamilla suddenly realized how awkward her relationship with Livinia had become. She hadn't realized that by changing, grabbing the unpossessed reins of Hogwarts' soon to dominate Heirs of Voldemort, she had completly left behind Livinia. She crinkled her green eyes a bit, never once looking away from Livinia's beautiful sapphire ones. What could she do at this point that was tactful and not humiliating? How could she apologize when she was just starting to stitch together the pieces of a crumbling friendship?
Kamilla opened her mouth, deciding to ask about Sebastian. The Ball had been eventful and Milla hadn't been able to see her friend, excluding their brief encounter at the beginning. "How was . . . what's that?!" Kamilla's friendly, teasing tone had suddenly changed to a questioning one. The heavy, stark white envelope was dangling from Livinia's equally pale hand. Kamilla was fortunate her tone wasn't snapping, arrogant, and condescending. She had already lost too much to lose her only stable pillar left. "Livi, what . . . what is that?" She asked softly, collapsing onto a nearby armchair.
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Post by Livinia Lange on Sept 25, 2008 21:03:05 GMT -5
|| Livinia || [/font] "Livi! Bloody hell! You scared me!"
Livi sighed, pulling her wand out and muttering the ferula spell. With a roll of her eyes for dissapointment for not thinking up a better, more efficient spell, she tossed the splints into the fire. The wound didn't escape Livi's careful eyes, her strongest weapons. "You shouldn't be so jumpy, Milla. It's only me," she said with a tight smile.
Only me. Your lacky. Second best. Your forgotten friend. A jolt of pain went through her at these thoughts. She had no one else. Her strongest ally was drifting away from her and then she would really have no one. Sebastian wasn't set in stone, Eli was avoiding the human race, and Blair was just a meer aqquaintance. Sure, she called her a best friend, but Blair would never understand her the way Kamilla seemed to.
"How was . . . what's that?! Livi, what . . . what is that?"
Dutifully, Livi handed the heavy, creamy letter over as she knelt on the floor next to the chair, pulling away the fabric and silently unclamping Kamilla's warm hand with her icy one. It was no good for her to bleed out down here. She also took a quick oppurtunity to sniff the air to check and see if she was drunk. Surprisingly, Kamilla was entirely sober, like herself. This was unusual. Terribly unusual.
She ignored this phenomonon and set to work dressing the rather large wound Kamilla had obtained. She scowled, her friend should've known that many people slunk around in the dungeons. She should always be on guard. Livi was never surprised by anything in the dungeons. It was to be expected amonst the Slytherin Common Room.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Sept 25, 2008 21:12:41 GMT -5
kamilla {the misguided one} Kamilla silently nodded, feeling foolish for being so "jumpy" as Livinia casually put it. She looked at her friend, studied her silently and slyly, watching the blue eyes that always revealed so much roll up and around. Out of the corner of her eye, Milla saw a brief flick of a tiny wrist, a slash of a wand, a flurry of splinters flying gracefully into a crackling, expectant fire.
"Livinia seems . . . almost broken."[/i] Kamilla noted instantly, judging on the sad, sober demeaner of her friend. She gasped, her steady string of thoughts broken by Livinia's prying of Milla's hand. She winced, shut her eyes tightly in pain, her warm hand was embraced by an ice cold one. Milla's arm had already started to scab, disgustingly molding into her palm a bit. The sudden releasing of her hand had caused her scab to rip, Milla wasn't prepared, and the sting caused her a brief pinch of pain. Milla smiled as the pain wore away. "I'm sober, love," Kamilla replied, suddenly feeling very conscious. She was the farthest thing from a drunk! Milla only turned to that delicate, frail green bottle when she was insecure. Which was frequent, but she never allowed the alcohol to diminish her thinking capabilities . . .[/size]
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Post by Livinia Lange on Sept 26, 2008 16:33:39 GMT -5
|| Livinia || [/font] Well, you have been known to. Livinia stopped herself. She had no right to be saying such things. Even if they were in her head. "I didn't expect you to be," she lied smoothly, keeping her tone preoccupied with her work. She finished tying off the bandage with a very OCD and perfect bow at either end, giving it the look of a fashion bracelet instead of a bandage. "Besides, you couldn't very well wrap your own bandage,"
Despite everything said and assumed about Livinia Lange, she was destined to be a great mother. She had a nurturing nature about her that she rarely let others see. A protectiveness over people, she would call it.
But, that was almost impossible, seeing that she wasn't going to accomplish her task and she would be forced into a loveless marriage to Seth Rookwood.
Unlike Kamilla, Livnia wasn't destined for greatness. Survival, yes. Greatness, no. This was her prime. After Hogwarts, she would fade away into the background to live a quiet life in the country. Everyone knew that, expected it. She herself expected nothing more. She knew that would be her place and she couldn't really hope for anything more. She couldn't fight that.
She didn't have another choice.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Sept 26, 2008 18:26:31 GMT -5
kamilla {the misguided one} Kamilla stared at Livinia, confused on whether her friend had expected her to be a drunk, slurring, stumbling imbecile or she had meant on Kamilla’s physical status. She studied at the delicate bow Livi had spent just a few minutes pruning and managed a weak smile. If Livinia, her best friend from childhood, viewed her as a drunken whore who did nothing more but hurt herself, how many people in the school thought that as well? ”You’re right, I couldn’t have. Not as neatly as yours, at least.” Kamilla said quietly, trying to sound genuine. She was a bit aggravated and stunned at the few moments she had spent with Livinia. She had not realized, until now, how awkward and strained their friendship had become. For over three years, Milla had leant on Livinia. They had been an inseparable duet, an alliance that was not just for political gain but for emotional gain as well.
Out of compassion, Kamilla allowed herself to be degraded subtly by this nurturing petite brunette. She had done enough harm, she had become the ultimate hypocrite. Here she was, blaming Jon for leaving her, tossing her aside, and doing the exact same to Jon. ”Maybe we’re meant for each other.”[/i] Milla thought bitterly, unknowingly yanking her arm away from Livinia’s motherly, delicate touch. She was bitter and aggressive. Ashamed of the person she was becoming and the actions she had chosen to take over the past few days. How could she leave behind an innocent boy like Fitch Gaunt? How could she completely ostracize Noelle Gaunt? How could she accuse Lucy and Molly Weasley of being bitches in a puppy mill? How could she use Luca Lovell, a respectful, energetic lover, to create jealousy? How could she walk away from her best friend and never look back until it was too late? [/size]
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Post by Livinia Lange on Sept 28, 2008 19:56:25 GMT -5
|| Livinia || [/font][/center] ”You’re right, I couldn’t have. Not as neatly as yours, at least.”
Livinia felt her shoulds straighten and her chin raise slightly with pride and a satisfied smile graced her lips at the compliment. She was obssessed with approval, even if it was the acutest kind.
She moved to sit in the chair opposite Kamilla's, lifting the questioned envelope and holding it in her hands delicately. To her, it felt like the weight of a thousand questions that came with it. Why was this happening? What was the signifigance? The only thing she could think of is that her grandmother was going to take Livi because her grandmother thought that her mother wasn't going to be alive much longer. Her grandmother had always been great at Divination and she was assuming that her grandmother was assuming that there was going to be another war and that her mother wouldn't live to see the end of it.
That thought sent a cold chill down Livi's spine and the thought was banished immediately from her brain.
"As for this," Livi replied. "It is a letter from my grandmother with more demands."
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