| 001. Broken (Alicia Spinnet and Theodore Nott) |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|09:18 pm] |
He had never seen her like this. She was always full of energy; always laughing and enjoying life with her friends. But her friends were gone, either imprisoned or dead. She was left in a cell, wondering and waiting until they finally drug her into their interrogation office. He wasn't suppose to be there. He had no intention of being there, had promised her he wouldn't let this happen. He wasn't sure how, but he would certainly do his best.
He couldn't speak, could only stare. She had lost weight from a lack of food, her hair was stringy and limp and her eyes were clouded and dull. He stepped back, keeping quiet as the questions started. She refused to answer, keeping quiet and staring hard at the smudged window in front of her. Another question and she still answered with silence. Even with the looming threat of Cruciatus...or worse wouldn't get an answer out of her.
He watched her carefully, watched her refuse to give in. He watched her refuse to cry, refuse to cringe in pain, refusing to give any of them the satisfaction of watching her break and collapse under them.
It wasn't until they called him over to finish the interrogation as they left the room that he looked down at her. It was then, as he saw the tears slowly sliding down her dirty cheeks that Theodore realized just how broken Alicia Spinnet had already become. |
|
|
| 052. Taboo (Zacharias Smith and Alicia Spinnet) |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|08:50 pm] |
It was wrong. Very wrong. Wrong on a multitude of levels.
They were in the other room just across the hall. Some where laughing, others were talking and the rest were settled on comfortable chairs sipping wine and discussing political avenues others should be taking.
It should have been interesting. It should have been enough to keep their attention.
But the feeling of his mouth against her neck and his hand under the fabric of the black dress against her thigh was far more interesting. She made a face, the door knob pressing firmly into the small of her back as she fought with his shirt. Buttons popped from their stitching and his tie was tossed off to the side.
"You know something, Spinnet?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper and husky against her ear. It would be better if he hadn't talked.
"What?"
"Ever tell you about one of my favorite words?" Alicia wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He was trying to have a conversation with her now? "For Meriln's sake, Smith, this had better be good." She felt his hand against her stomach and his mouth against her throat. She was so warm and the room was practically spinning that she barely heard him, though she was fairly sure she had heard 'taboo' in the midst of his sentence. |
|
|
| 027. Spaces (Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell) |
[Mar. 30th, 2009|04:37 pm] |
They have shared spaces practically all of their lives. The space of a common room, a locker room, a quidditch pitch, hiding places and flats. Along with those spaces, they have shared their secrets, their promises and their deepest regrets. In that space, they learned everything about the other. From one's favorite hair tie to the other's favorite pair of socks.
Time has past. They have grown. They continue to share their space.
Sometimes strained, other times loud, all the time comfortable; Alicia takes her space and Katie retreats to hers.
They have shared spaces their whole lives and it is no surprise, when the brunette-haired boy and the blonde-haired girl stand hand-in-hand over the flower-covered headstones, that they continue to share spaces, no matter how far apart they are. |
|
|
| 002. Motion (Oliver Wood and Meaghan McCormack) |
[Mar. 30th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
There is constant motion between Oliver Wood and Meaghan McCormack.
A wave; a simple greeting. A common greeting between the two as they pass each other in the hallway of their flat.
A glare; a typical response. Typical when Oliver knows well that Meaghan has bested him in an argument or a simple conversation yet again.
A flipped finger; a friendly gesture. The national gesture of the WoMcCorfiths household. Really, if you don't know how to use it, don't even bother coming in.
A brief hug; a foreign interaction. A rare thing to happen between the three. A moment of needed comfort, a supportive shoulder; they're there. They are always there.
There is balance in their motions.
One never gives too much and the other never gives too little. |
|
|
| 032. Temptation (Sylvie Fawcett and Oliver Wood) |
[Mar. 28th, 2009|08:09 pm] |
He plays the fool. He pretends to never notice. He knows he needs to keep his priorities in order. Oliver Wood doesn't notice women. That's what everything thinks. That is okay with him.
There is a one woman, though. One woman who, try as he might, he always notices. Whether it's her long hair or her bright eyes; Oliver Wood notices Sylvie Fawcett. In passing, in brief conversations, he notices.
Too easily is he drawn from his responsibilities when he sees her. Too easily does he forget the play he's working on and it goes unfinished.
He makes no public gestures to her. He greets her with a simple smile. Anymore and he's not sure where it would lead them. He's been down that road before with her. She's like the quaffle he can't block, the snitch that can't be caught.
She's the temptation that no matter how hard he tries, he will give in to. |
|
|
| { i'm stuck in a coma } |
[Apr. 14th, 1999|04:51 pm] |
comment to be added.
|
|
|