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Book of Myles
tap.... tap.... tap... tap
I could hear his footsteps coming closer to me; each one louder than before and yet all of them sounded like death itself was approaching me. However, it wasn't death exactly; there was something far worse awaiting me on the other side of the door that had closed me off to the rest of the building. Although the lighting was limited, I watched the door handle with anxiety over the inevitable horror that was looming. My executioner, I knew, would show at any moment, but I also knew he loved to take his time, dragging out my worry longer.
Tap...Tap...Tap...
A slight flicker from the corner of my eyes went off from the stained mirror he had set down by my feet. I didn't look at it for I knew what that flicker had been, and that's what sent my heart somehow deeper into my stomach with my soul flinching in the same instance. The things I had seen from that same mirror terrified me as much as it repulsed me. If everything he had told me was true, I knew that my life was more than in jeopardy, it would soon be over.
Another flicker from the mirror and again I couldn't look at it, but another bead of sweat poured down my already dripping forehead from it. My heart was pounding against my ribs, the frantic beats drummed in my ears and I almost missed the 'polite' knock at the door. Unfortunately for me though I didn't miss that sound, nor did I miss the sight of the golden handle's glint as it was turned. My jaw clenched and I felt myself struggling from the tight ropes, but every time I did they only binded closer to my skin until I wasn't able to move at all. With my muscles sore and my bones feeling crushed, my head turned to the open door. The light from the hall tumbled in, reflecting off of the mirror, and projected his face so I couldn't miss it no matter where I looked. However, there was no way I could turn away from him in the flesh, my eyes were fixated on him as my head barely shook from side to side. I could see every detail on him despite the shadows that played on his face. His boyhood smile that I had grown up with, that had once made me feel the sense of a friend, now mocked me as it turned into a charming sneer.
"Have you enjoyed your stay?" he asked conversationally before closing the door with silence. He acted as though nothing he had done had ever happened, but I knew much better. "I didn't keep you long, did I?" he went on.
He moved closer to me, then knelt down to see me eye-to-eye. Our identical dark eyes met, yet both held subtle differences at the moment. Mine were filled with hatred and yet they couldn't help but feel uncertain of what would happen next; his were the other way around, filled with complete confidence and, although I couldn't deny everything that he had done to me, I couldn't see hatred, but there wasn't any feeling of love either.
"Were you entertained with tonight's showing?" he asked with a gleeful shimmer to his eyes that made my stomach turn.
I would've answered him if he hadn't also sealed my lips shut with one of his spells with my wand. I reminded him of this as I mumbled something from the back of my throat, moving my lips about. His face simulated an apologetic look that contained no meaning.
"How ungentlemanly of me, my brother," he told me softly as he pushed his thumb on my lips, dragging it quickly from end-to-end while his jagged fingernail cut into the skin above them. His hand went back to his knee, opposite to his other, now patiently waiting for my reply to his previous question.
Ignoring the mild stinging done to my face, my eyes glared at him, but I still held nervousness in them. "Nigel," I called his name, surprising myself with how much care I put into it despite the circumstances. "What have you done? What are you doing? You must know this isn't right!"
My twin became irritated but only showed it through his mouth as the ends turned down into a scowl. "That's enough talk for now," he announced, still maintaining the softness in his tone while he made me silent once more. "There's still much work to do, Myles, and you've already helped me so. I'm beginning to feel guilty for taking your time like this," he told me, and for a foolish moment I almost began to believe him, but I should've known he hadn't finished,"but just beginning." He smiled at me after he clarified his words, and his face seemed hideous to me now even if it looked just as mine did. There was something lost about him from what I had grown up with, but I knew he had been this way for awhile now.
He quickly undid the ropes from me with a single touch of his hand, but before the mere thought of escaping crossed my mind, my limbs were frozen in place, arms-length from the door. I could see him though, watch everything that he had planned out so meticulously being accomplished so he could send me to my hell. His first move was pushing my wand into the grasp of my paralyzed hand, but it didn't feel like mine anymore after witnessing what it had been apart of. If I had my own will again I might have broken it in half, for the object now seemed unclean, tainted by my brother's delusional power. However, without being able to talk, or move, I only stared as the ropes curled around his waist, arms, and chest. The sense that his plans were almost complete stifled me before he even talked.
"I have the sudden sensation of being electrified, Myles. The feeling, it courses through my very veins. The intense stroke of justice itself rippling against my skin," he exclaimed with the utmost pride sounding in his voice. He turned to me with his eyes lit up, a sight I had never seen from him before, and a thing that alarmed me further, but he seemed oblivious to my fright for him. "Oh, my dearest Myles," he started,"can't you feel it?" he asked in a lower voice with questioning eyes.
I blinked twice, the singular thing I could do to express my protest, but I wanted to yell at him that there was no justice in anything that he was doing. What justice had there been in murdering Chester Hartwell, who had been my friend, colleague, and the Minister of Magic, just because he didn't agree with what he was doing? Then there was myself. What amended the fact that he was framing his own blood for something that he had committed? The answer was there wasn't. No reason could be so great to make anyone feel sympathy towards him, but he wasn't looking for that so it mattered little.
He put the back of his head to the wall and laughed like he had heard a funny joke, carefree and relieving, but then it slowly came to a stop. Nigel didn't look directly at me, but I knew he was keeping part of his eyes on me. "They'll arrive at any moment now," he told me quietly with no emotion. His face was blank and his eyes out of focus as he was thinking. With a jerk of his head, he turned again to stare at me and the mild smug he wore before was back. "Do you know your lines, my brother? I wrote them special for only your voice. I trust that you know them by heart for the special event," he informed me, but I had no recollection of anything he was saying. "Don't fret," he assured, understanding my confusion,"you'll know with time." And that was what I was worried about. My brother's cleverness was a threat that I could never match.
taptaptaptap
I was the only one to glance at the door while my brother's head raised, preparing himself for the moment he was undoubtedly looking forward to. For me, my heart's pace quickened to a rapid-fire level and to the point where I was sure it would explode. My head was spinning, at a lost for what to do, and my cold sweat was now like a stream go down my back and face.
taptaptapTap
"Check over there! I'll check this way!"
TapTapTapTap
The male voice sent my panic in overdrive as my once frozen arms and legs were now trembling, but it was too late. The door burst open and was an inch away from knocking me face down to the floor, but it might have as well since the same person I had heard in the hall was now on top of my back, his knee digging its way into my spine, before cursing my wand out of my hand.
"Thought you could get away from us?!" he roared.
"I DID IT AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN FOR THE GREATER GOOD OF OUR WORLD!" I honestly couldn't believe the words that were rumbling out of my mouth. My intentions were to say the exact opposite, that I hadn't done it and to tell them who indeed had, but somehow it had gone completely awry. They had to be someone else's, and then I realized they were when the wound of where he had scratched me stung. Inside I crumbled, helpless and at a loss for control. My eyes were growing wet and my throat was closing up as the rush of not only loosing my friend, but of loosing my future hit me. It only pained and angered me more when I saw a glimpse of Nigel being helped by one of the officers. His eyes looked into mine as a 'so long', while my somber face sent another message to him that this wasn't over. No matter how many years they would put me away for, I would be his downfall, I knew it.
I quickly woke up, and like all the nights for the past eleven months now, I stared up at my dark, stone ceiling. That knowing feeling I once had that fateful night, was now all but just a hope that I was clinging to, but it looked more far-fetched with every passing day. I missed everything I took for granted and the ones I knew were too good for me, especially Sasha. The chances of dying here grew more favorable than I ever dreamed, and everyday was a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. It haunted me day and night too, since there was no escaping from it. When I was awake I dealt with everything face on, and then when I slept I continued to repeat the same night over and over. One of the guards even complained about my constant talking when I would finally fall asleep, claiming repeatedly of my innocence, but yet no one believed me. I'm ashamed to say that in my darkest hours since being here and hearing continuously that I actually did kill Chester, I wondered at times if I had. The evidence all spoke for itself. I was seen by many witnesses entering a quidditch match between the Hollie Hawkes and Dragon Bloods, a game I was publicly invited to by the Minister himself, and then, right after announcing my presence, I sent the death curse upon him and apparated back to the Ministry of Magic. The wand that had done the bidding was indeed mine, and then there was my brother's own account of how he tried to stop me but it resulted in him being tied up, making him watch from a two-way mirror of what I had done. I also had motive because of my position in the Ministry of Magic; I was Assistant Minister of Magic, the second in power. Then lastly but not least, my instant confession. But, even in those darker than dark times, my common sense and memory would kick in. I would never had murdered a person I considered to be a father to me since my own had abandoned my family. The motive didn't make much sense either since I would've known I would never be able to get power if I was behind bars, like now. However, the most telling piece of evidence I had was the fact I could never explain my memory and dreams of what really happened that rationalized everything with the proof of the faded scar above my lips. It was only visible if I looked close enough, but it was still there. In some ways, I was happy he had been as rough as he had with me. At the very least it left me with enough reason to believe I wasn't the killer everyone thought I was.
Book of Nigel
"In the year of 1682, with the month and date of August the sixth, Gabriel Gage became our seventy-first Minister of Magic," I rehearsed to the class from the open book that was in front of each one of my students. I had memorized every line of which the book contained, so there was no need for my eyes to stare at the pages once more. I was instead gazing out from my classroom's spacious windows to look out upon the grounds of Hogwarts that I knew were my own. My back was turned to my pupils, but I kept my ears open for the scratching noise coming from their quills while they took notes, and at the moment the I heard the last distinctive scratch coming from Marjorie Mitchell, she always was the most inert of the group.
With a brisk move, I came back to facing my audience with my hands lying lightly on the back of my chair. I studied their faces as they studied mine before I continued: "He was a very gallant wizard, both in dueling and with his order of business. The way he ran our world was revolutionary and extremely accomplished. However, his downfall proved to be something I informed you of only a moment ago," I announced, but my tone was turning to a saddened one. "Although his duels were taken up with much bravery and ambition for the sense of victory," I uttered while strolling to the front of my desk. "with victory also comes stupidity, and it was a lesson Gage learnt a tad too late as he was killed in 1692, an exact ten years after he took his post." At that, I could see my students' attention spark more than usual. I expected just as much, for whatever reason they had for their interest, both good and bad, but I dismissed it. "Now," I went on, raising my head to get a more perceptive look of them,"I expect all of you to write an essay on our seventy-first Minister, and for it to be turned in by tomorrow." There were many groans from this, but I concentrated on a young girl of seventeen whose hand flew into the air. "Yes, Ms. Morgan?"
"Are we allowed to elaborate on his death, sir?"
I held back my wanting smile successfully,"Why would anyone else assume there was more to his death than just the result of a lost duel?" I asked, hoping she would give the answer I was searching for.
"Because his policies, even though they were popular with most, the ones that weren't happy with them were..," she paused, and I waited quietly but was anxious to hear the rest,"not the most gentle of people, and one of them was Edgar Leatherby, Mr. Gabriel's killer."
A simple but pleasantly surprised grin curved my lips. "You are a clever girl, Ms. Morgan," I murmured as we both caught sight of each other. However, before I could praise her more, the bell rang, marking the end of their lesson. "I expect those essays," I reminded all of them as they stood up to leave, but I stayed fixed on Evelyn Morgan. Such a bright mind the Ravenclaw had, too horrible to say that it was wasted on such a pretty girl, for the two did not mix well; no one should have both powers at their advantage, especially her.
I watched all my students file out carefully, perhaps one a little longer than the rest, before glancing back at the windows. This had been my last class for the day and the sun was now setting, getting darker quickly. Since I liked to see where I was going without the use of my wand, I took my black overcoat and equally as dark hat, and made my exit to my sleeping and living quarters to change before dinner. Upon arriving to my room, I stripped away all the exterior layers of my clothing, my bowler, overcoat, things of that nature, and left myself with an undershirt and pair of thinly striped trousers before taking out the clothes for tonight.
While I was buttoning a crisp, white overshirt, my eyes caught something from the later edition of today's paper.
Minister of Magic Hopes to Make Way for the Future
My mouth twisted up from a mild twitch as I faced my back to the print. That Scott was an idiotic Minister. He was absolutely at a loss for the real world of magic. How could he possibly try to change anything when there wasn't one thing that should be amended? It was positively absurd, but the more I fumed, the less I had concentrated on my shirt and was noticing I had spent my time on the same button for a while now. A small grumble escaped from the back of my throat as I finished my dressing, but couldn't shake the feeling of what this world could turn to be. Everyone nowadays was so focused on turning to the future, so rash in changing everything for the 'times', but there was nothing wrong with the past. I grew up with the early century, perhaps not exactly in it, but the influence was always around me, and things were wonderful. Everyone took pride in the way they appeared and spoke; women were there to be of service when called upon; and people of London used their minds, not their muscles, to deal with problems. It was a wondrous time, but ever since ignorant, hair-brained scoundrels took power, the good time was beginning to come to an end with only myself to stop them. But enough of such serious business, dinner arrangements beckon, and Alexis, I believe, would be lost without my guidance. You see, with my brother's situation, it's been a little hard on her, and for me of course. It breaks my heart to know he's there, but he is a charged murderer after all. I remember sitting next to her during the fleeted trial, oh my brother Myles didn't seem to approve of that much, but I did so anyways. The poor girl needed help, but luckily for her I was willing to be the help that she needed, and the help my brother wanted for her. Before Myles' crimes, I got the impression that they had gotten along quite charmingly. Such a shame for Alexis to be put through such a trauma, but it turned out for the best. She appears much happier now, although she is quite dull personality wise and usually witless, but I'm trying my best to fix these flaws of hers. Nevertheless, she'll do for company most of the time.
I arrived at the Great Hall at seven o'clock as always, since it was when dinner always started; I was never one for being late. However, as I entered, I noticed that Alexis' chair at the staff table was empty. My mouth tightened, then eased as the Headmaster's eyes could be felt on me as I walked behind the table to reach my seat. As soon as he had found something else to distract himself with, my disappointment raged back. What was taking that girl's attention away? Has she no meaning of time?
I breathed out slowly but harsh as I realized it would be something else I would have to discipline her on.
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Posted June 18th, 2010 01:21 PM IP
As a child, you have the ability to close your eyes let yourself go to another world. To a place, where you can hide from the horrible situations that are part of your real world. All the pain and suffering that you face each day goes away. You are able to go to your own little piece of heaven, a place where there is nothing but love, happiness and people who care for you unlike the people in your real world. Even after you have to open your eyes, coming back to the life you loathe you are still able to keep a little piece of that world with you. You carry with you throughout the rest of the day. Holding on to it for dear life, for it is your lifeline, it is what keeps you going. As a child, when everything in life hurts it’s your dreams that let you know that somewhere out there, something better than where you were now.
Just like every child that growing up in a house where he or she was not wanted I dreamed of a better place than the one I woke up to each morning of my childhood. Like most strong willed men in these times, my father longed for a son. A son he could mold to be just like him, strong, stern, controlling over eager man, who would take on the world while at the same time up holding the family name. I was none of these things for my father. No, to him I was nothing but a weak minded, frail woman that could never have a proper place in the world. As for holding up, the family name in his eyes there was no way a woman could do the things for a name that a man could. In my father’s eyes, I was nothing but a waist of space. This was something he let me know about every day of my life.
From the moment I was old enough I had to step in to the shoe my mother should have filled, if she had no died giving birth to me. Though we had a house elf, my father felt it was also the woman’s place to cook, clean, and sever the men of the house. So that is what I did every day for many years, that was until my letter to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was delivered. At first, my father had not wanted to let me go, that was until a man from the Ministry arrived at our doorstep. To this day, I am not sure what he said to my father to make him change his mind; however, I was very grateful that he had come. For going to Hogwarts changed my world, changed who I was inside, and changed the person I was sure I was going to be.
Hogwarts became my home, my sanctuary away from a house that should have been a safe haven but in the end, it was more like hell. It took me some time to go from a shy with drawn eleven year old to an out spoken seventeen year old. Once I finished my seventh year at Hogwarts, I came home to inform my father that I had a job with the Ministry and I was moving out. He was not too happy about the choice I had made. To my father I was his, his property, and how dare I even think to go against his orders. That is why I made sure to bring someone with me when I came home that warm June morning. In the end, I am not sad to say I ended up walking out of my father’s house never to step back inside until after his death four years later.
For most children it is a sad day when they say good-bye to a parent; however, for me it finally gave me the freedom I had been longing for many years. Though I had gotten out of his house, my father had found other ways to control my life. For a long time I found roadblocks my father had placed in my path as I tried to advance in to higher positions in the Ministry. Once he had passed it did not take me long to gain a position in the Minister of Magic’s offices. Chester Hartwell, Minister of Magic, a man who became to me what my father should have been. He pushed me to become the best person that I could be. He seemed to see what others had missed when they looked in to my eyes. I was glad to call him my boss, my friend and at times I wish I could have called him my father. All of that was lost to me now, yet what hurt the most is the life I wanted to have, the life I should have had with my boyfriend was lost to me as well.
Myles Talbot, he was everything Chester Hartwell was only he was not like a father to me. No, Myles made me feel love in ways I never thought possible. When I first meant Myles I did not believe in love or the possibility that I could be loved by someone let alone by a man. Myles changed all of that, he made me feel special, needed by him in ways no one had ever needed me. Sure there was an age difference and a lot of people seem to have a problem with it. I probably would have let it get to me if it had not been for Minister Hartwell. He made me see that it does not matter what others think or want, what matters is what your heart wants and my heart wanted Myles. I thought he had wanted the same thing, how wrong I was to believe anyone would want me.
For eleven months now, I have wondered how much my life would have been different if things had not played out the way they had. Though after everything, I have seen and done. I still cannot get one burning question out of my head. “What had made Myles do what he did? “Why did he kill the Chester Hartwell?” Sure, there were a lot of other questions I would have like to ask him; however, those never seem to compare to that one. I thought we had a future, I truly thought I meant something to him. Only to find out he was just using me to get closer to the Minister of Magic. This made no sense when it first came out at the trial. I still cannot believe they had opened the trial up for all to see. It was as if they wanted to make a point to the magic world that the Ministry was not weakened by what Myles had done.
I think I would have been lost if it had not been for Nigel, Myles’s brother. At times, I made the mistake of thinking that I was sitting next to Myles. With those, two being identical twins it made it hard to remember that Nigel who was the good brother. In the last couple of weeks, I have begun to wonder if I had it all wrong. What if both of the Talbot brothers are evil? Was I that blind not to see what was right in front of me. Had my father been right were women nothing but weak minded, fail person who needed a man to control their every move.
In all the years since I left Hogwarts, I never would have thought I would come back here and yet here I was. At first I had come back looking for the sanctuary I had once know here after a few months I realized that my coming back here had nothing to do with what I wanted. It has taken me some time but now I see I have slowly let Nigel become my father all over again. I could not make one move without it being decided by him and if I attempt to do something without his approval I would pay for such an act. I still to this day do not understand how I could have been so stupid to believe any of his sweet, charming words. After Myles you would have thought I would have learned never to trust other man.
Yet here I was back at Hogwarts teacher Charms, all because Nigel thought it best that I step away from my job at the Ministry. How I would have changed that choice if I had know what I knew now. However, by this point there is no getting out, I have my bed, I must lie in it as the muggles like to say. I do have to say at time it is nice to be back here, like right now I just cannot help enjoying the sight of the sun setting outside my classroom window. I should be heading down to the great hall for dinner. I knew it would not be a great idea to be late, Nigel would not approve of such an act. However, I just cannot help stay just a bit longer.
“Professor James, Professor James!”
Feeling a hand upon my shoulder I turned to find Evelyn Morgan standing behind me. “I’m sorry Professor. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. You little very sad, is everything ok. Should I go get Professor Talbot?” she asked quite quickly.
“No, No my dear I’m fine, just a little tired. I was enjoying the sun set before heading down to dinner,” I answerback as I shook my head. It was in that moment I thought about the time, “Miss Morgan what time is it?” I asked hastily.
“Why it is ten after seven professor,” she answered me back.
Without even one word or a good-bye I rushed out the classroom door. There was no way Nigel would be late, so I had to come up with a good reason for being late other then I was enjoying the sunset. By the time arrived at the entrance to the great hall I could see Nigel sitting in his seat next to mine. He did not look happy at all as I made my way up to the head table to take my seat. Taking my seat I softly whispered to Nigel, “I’m so sorry for my lateness I got caught up in some class work and the time just got away from me. It will not happen again Nigel. I do hope you have not had to wait to long.” I knew it would not make a difference I was bound to hear it once we left the great hall. Closing my eyes I tried once more to take myself to a place far away from where I was at, at that moment in time. Hoping against hope that just this once when I opened my eyes my wish had come true.
(Edited by winnbair)
{Genre: Everything}{Gend: Female}{gen: Semi-SeriousPlus}{loc: Reid Cromwell}
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Posted June 18th, 2010 09:56 PM IP
Nigel
The hall's clock ticked on with every passing minute that tallied up how late my Alexis really was. Everytime the minute hand lurched another step forward it felt like someone was slowly pulling a hair out of my scalp—driving me nearly to insanity with her absence. However, despite my frustrating building up inside of me, I tried to remain a calm expression on my face; although, that was starting to evaporate as well as I saw that the dinner was beginning to lose its warmth. To calm myself and maintain the dignity that I was known for, I searched for a distraction among the crowded hall. My sight quickly scanned the Ravenclaw table first, and I was pleased to see that Ms. Morgan was neatly sitting down at her seat wearing the blue color of her house down along her robes with her pleasant little skirt around her legs. Her presence at the table was civil and mild-mannered, yet alluring with her simple charm of pushing back her hair every once in awhile. She was already proving to be a better lady than the one I unfortunately had to spend my evening with.
It was finally until fifteen after seven that my Alexis allowed herself to join us. I watched as she hurriedly walked over to her chair beside me with my eyes tight. When she reached the staff table I stood up and moved her chair out, like the gentleman that I am, and moved back to my own seat with ease. The moment she sat down I drew out a sigh of sincere disappointment while she explained in a rambled sort of way of why she was late. If she had written it into an essay, I would have given her a supportive F, but I kept my silence on the issue of why and moved on to the actual act. "Well, my darling Alexis," I addressed her as I swayed my head to the side to place the napkin on my lap before our dinner. "You should keep a better sense of time with you," I told her in a suggestive tone. "Perhaps I should make your hands like the hands of a clock; then you'll never be late again," I joked and smiled to her with my eyes showing a lighter side to them. Another slight tilt of my head with a dabble of a frowned look crossed my mouth as I saw her fear. I glowed inside but it couldn't possibly be a good thing, a thing that was right, a thing that should bring joy. What would my dear brother say of such behavior? I could almost hear his very response to my question playing in my mind, and a smile tugged against the corner of my lips as I took Alexis' hand in mine and raised it to my mouth to kiss it. "Darling, you shouldn't worry. Everyone makes mistakes, and everyone knows to correct them once they are made. You are no different, and I have faith in your words that you have learned." My thumb gently caressed the back of her hand in a soothing motion as I looked into her eyes; they looked so childish in their helplessness, but just as innocent. "Don't you have faith in my words that I have forgiven you?" I asked her softly.
Myles
"Food," a low grunt announced as a tray slipped into my cell. I think it woke me up, but I'm not sure if I was asleep in the first place. It really didn't matter much anymore. I didn't even look at the unidentified "food" that had been delivered to me like I was some sort of animal. Usually I would just keep my distance from everyone lately. My knees were routinely pushed against my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs, looking out the barred window that revealed another bleak looking night, but you couldn't imagine how that night looked like heaven to me. My eyes closed and I drew my legs closer to me, my bare feet scraping against the barely cut stone as I buried my face in my kneecaps. The darkness was like an old friend now; I wasn't scared if it anymore and sometimes it would even bring me some fond memories. Oddly enough it was the light days that worried me for it became an omen that something else would fall apart, if that was even remotely possible anymore. False hope is much worse than having none at all, and I lived by that rule constantly, even before I was sent here. My mother used to tell this to me when I was just a kid every time I thought I saw maybe a glimpse of my father after he left us. I could always see the pain in her eyes whenever I mentioned him, so I learned to try to forget, like everyone else, like my brother. I never knew how much I missed my father until I started to work at the Ministry with Chester. Sasha and I looked up to him and he was such a kind man. He didn't deserve... I can't even bring myself to admit what happened, whether it was my fault or not, I still want to believe he's alive.
I moved my forehead up and down my knees, furrowing my brow as I squinted my eyes tighter together. "Eleven months, three weeks, one day..." I mumbled to myself the exact time I had been stashed away. I repeated it again just because most of me couldn't believe it, and I pushed my eyelids together harder as I concentrated on something else, but the number kept popping up. I guess when you've been here for that long it's almost a miracle you can remember anything at all except the things you wish you could forget. All the good things are starting to fade already to the point where I can barely see Sasha's face in my mind. I remember her everyday, but I can only hope that's enough to keep her there. She's the only one that could make me smile, and I lost her once and now I'm losing her forever. That's what Azkaban does to you: it sucks everything you hold dear to you away and I'm afraid.
Minutes passed by until I felt my eyelids grow heavy and my mind began to pound my time into itself. I wanted to groan, but I didn't have the strength, so I listened and listened until it stopped. I could almost feel something else creep inside my head, something that used to be important coming back into my frame of mind. My birthday was only a week away. How lucky.
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winnbair
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Posted June 23rd, 2010 09:31 PM IP
Once again luck was not with me and it seemed it never would be. Without even having to open my eyes I knew Nigel was displeased with my lateness. Tilting my head down I opened my eyes I waited for what was to come. It seemed this time he would not wait for us to be alone to reprimand me. What made it worse was how he choose to scold me for my behavior. He made it look like he was making suggests or joking around about what I had done. Yet we both knew what he might by the words he was choosing to use.
I probably would have left my head bent until Nigel finished speaking if it had not been for what he said next. Glancing up I could not believe the smile that was plaster on his face. Did he really think it was funny to suggest that he turn my hands in to hands of a clock? My eyes widened as fear flooded throughout my body. I had hope to hide the fear that he was able to stir with in me, yet no matter how much I fought I was never able to.
Needing to pull myself together I looked down at the table so I could place my napkin in my lap. I would have continued with my preparation for dinner, which included preparing Nigel’s plate for him if Nigel had not taken hold of my hand. Tilting my head up I gazed in to Nigel’s eyes as he kissed my hand. The feel of his lips upon my hand only reminded me of how much control he had over my life. Well most people might find using the Imperio Curse on the person they wish to control; Nigel on the other hand had other means to influence of a person to do his bidding.
With each caress of his fingers across my hand I lost my train of thought, which was not a good thing since I needed to answer him back. Licking my lips I struggled to swallow just before I forced myself to answer him. “Of course I believe that you have forgiven me, how could I not. You would never tell me a falsehood, just as I would never tell you one. And yes I have learned from my mistake, it shall never happen again. It was very wrong of me to make you wait for you dinner, which is something I am continuing to do right now. Therefore, please let me change that by allowing me to fix your plate, so you do not have to eat a cold meal,” I requested of Nigel.
Gradually I pulled my hand away from Nigel’s hand; once it was free I picked up his plate so I could place some food upon it for him to eat. After I was finished with his plate I set it down in front of him, then I picked up my own plate to place food upon. Once I was done with both plates I picked up my fork and ate in silence. I found it best when ever I was around Nigel to keep quiet unless he initiated a conversation with me.
Finishing up I set my fork down and waited for Nigel to get done. Most nights if I finished up early I might have made my way over to speak with some of the other professors or even taken a walk around the students table to see how they were doing. My favorite table to visit was the Ravenclaw; it was always nice to go back to the table I ate at for seven years. The kids even seem to enjoy when I came to visit. I would get asked so many questions about what it was like when I was a student at Hogwarts that most of the time I would lose my train of thought as to what I was saying. Although, I loved to do those things, tonight I knew they could not happen.
I needed to keep Nigel happy and to do that I needed to stay by his side. Let him know I was here for him and him only. I was hoping that my action would let him know I really was sorry for my behavior he would forget about the whole thing by the time we left the great hall. There was no telling what Nigel would or could do if he did not let this pass. If he was still holding on to his anger over my lateness tonight and something else I did upset him I was sure to pay. Closing my eyes I let myself drift off in to my peaceful place just for a bit, for I knew Nigel would be calling me back very soon.
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Posted June 24th, 2010 11:00 PM IP
I kept gliding my fingers over her skin as soft as I possibly could, until I saw what I wanted to see from her. With the sudden blankness in her eyes, the licking of her lips, it all told me that my charm wasn't fading anytime soon. Such a weak and pitiful girl that sat in front of me. It figured that my brother loved her so, they both deserved eachother, but that should teach you what love does: blinds you to any real value in a mate. Why my Alexis could barely swallow her fear down with me as her distraction. It pleased me as much as it made me feel disgusted with her plainness. I could practically hear her heart quicken and feel the sweat begin as she talked, while I let my calm eyes stay on her's the entire time. At the end of her long winded apology, I began to smile to show my mercy towards her and started to loosen my grip around her hand as she pulled it free. "Good girl," I told her with a wider curve to my lips as I carefully straightened any wrinkles in my napkin.
While the girl served my plate, I started to make conversation with Professor Edgar Nelson, who sat to my left. A rotund man at the age of fifty-seven, he was a fine teacher of potions and at times I would chat with him about various things dealing with the school and our students. It was pleasurable to talk to a fellow Ravenclaw that actually proved to be true to his house's characteristics, instead of some other people that I have come across. But not only did we share the same house, but we shared most of our views on politics and ethics. For this I had become the closest to him out of all the other professors.
"You're absolutely right, Talbot," he told me as he bit his teeth into a leg of chicken. I watched as a dribble of grease ran down his chin, but kept my mouth closed even if it disgusted me that his manners were less than adequate as he finally started to dab at it with his soiled napkin before continuing. "This Minister is nothing more than a sham, a complete and utter sham. I'm surprised that there is still an office to be held in the first place."
"As am I. It'll by my most joyous moment to see him lose the race next week," I told him as I sipped some wine from my goblet.
"Ah, my dear boy. That's if he loses."
I almost choked on my drink, but forced it away as I put down my cup and eyed him. He must've seen my expression as his raised his bushy eyebrows before letting them furrow into a small bush against his head.
"You must admit that he is popular amongst the young ones. Change is very crucial to their mindset since they are the ones that are as seen as change."
"Nonsense," I spat, but it pained me to know that he wasn't wrong. "He will lose," I told him confidently.
Edgar sighed and shrugged his shoulders as he went back to his pile of food. "I hope you are right, my boy."
My jaw tigthened with newfound contemptment at the idiotic masses that would unfortunately cast their vote to the wrong man. I wanted to prove them all wrong and show them that I was right, but all I could feel was the pungent emotion of indignation.
With my mood still unsettled, Alexis at long last put my plate down in front of me. Another rustle of unpleasantry went through me as I looked down at the food. The food..all of it..was sticking together. My dinner should have three different and seperate sections for each item in which none of them should be touching eachother. I clenched my fist and tigthened my lips, but breathed out slowly as I took my fork and began to eat in the middle of each one. She would be given a pass, but only because I was too upset to maintain my normal appetitie. However, it doesn't take someone of my caliber to know that once you do this, you won't finish even half of your meal, so with just a few bites, I laid my fork off to the side. I raised my napkin to the edges of my mouth and began to fold it neatly once more, looking only at the cloth until I was finished.
I leaned back against my chair, beginning to feel exhausted after the dragging day, and moved my attention back to my almost forgotten Alexis. Her eyes were closed and I began to question her with my eyes as I started to sit up straight again. My head moved in the direction of my plate, and then back to her. "Falling asleep already?" I asked suddenly.
"Is she?" Edgar asked from behind me with interest. "Poor girl," he sighed. I had to lock my eyes on her to keep them from rolling. Poor girl indeed, but only because she wasn't helping herself or taking any help from me. "Maybe you should take her to her room, Talbot. Get her some rest," he suggested.
Nonetheless, I turned my head to him with a kind smile before moving back to her. "Perhaps I should," I answered as I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear with a touch of my finger.
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Posted June 25th, 2010 12:41 AM IP
Being in such a hurry to please Nigel I had not realized until it was too late that I had once more made a mistake. How could I forget he does not like his food to touch each other? He had told me repeatedly the first few months we were here how he wanted his plate laid out. Yet here I was eleven months later still making the same mistakes. I was almost beginning to believe I wanted to be punished; I wanted him to hurt me. I wondered at times if I was so use to living in fear that it felt wrong when fear was no present in my body.
Even if that was true I could not help feeling foolish. I was not unintelligent; I knew how to pay attention to the people around me enough to know what they preferred and did not. Yet no matter what I did I could not seem to remember these things with Nigel. How ashamed my father would be of me right now. These were things he had taught from the age of five. I can still remember him saying “Alexis it is a woman’s job to know what a man needs. It is her job to fulfill those needs and if she does not than she will pay the price for her disobedience.”
How I paid dearly for my error when I was with my father. There was not one time he was lenient or merciful when it came to my blunders. I was punished swiftly without any hesitation on his part. It makes me ponder at time who is worse in how they deal with my slip-up; my father who would have locked me away for the night without food for being late to dinner or Nigel who with just a look makes me beg for forgiveness. To this day I’m still not sure which one is worse; do not think I ever will know. Right now though I could not dwell on the things my father did to me, no I needed to remember the things he taught me if I was to stop making so many mistakes with Nigel.
Over the years I tried to forget the things my father had educated me on. With so many people showing me his teachings were wrong it soon did not take me long to start believing them. With everything that has happen I knew it was wrong of me to listen to any other them. Nigel had shown me that in truth every man was just like my father in some way or another. Now I just had to force myself to remember what has long been forgot before Nigel truly does discipline me for my oversight.
Requiring a way to end this night on a more positive note I racked my brain for something I could do or say that would change Nigel’s mood. I knew there had to be something I could do to please him. I could not leave this hall with him the mood he was in right now. Therefore, that is what I was doing when he brought his attention back to me after finishing up his messed up dinner. Bringing my head up I opened my eyes to see his staring at mine. I could hear Professor Nelson speaking behind Nigel; however, I choose to ignore him for Nigel was the only one I had to worry about becoming upset with my actions.
Thinking quickly I had to find the right words to make up for him catching me with my eyes closes. So when he pushed my hair behind my ear I spoke up. “No, Nigel not sleeping. I would never thing to do such a thing in your present. That would be quite rude of me and I could never show you such rudeness. In truth I was just remember that next week was your birthday. I was trying to think of what I could get you. You have shown me such kindness; I was hoping to find something that would show you how much I appreciated your compassion.” At this point I would say anything to please Nigel, anything to make him happy with me again.
Compelling myself to smile I continued on, “As for tired, no I’m fine. No need to leave on my account, I would so dislike being the reason you had to retire early. Please, please there is no need to worry about me I am ready to leave whenever you are.” It was times like these that I wondered if I should just shut up and let Nigel do whatever he wanted. My rambling never seem to get me anywhere but in to more trouble. Somehow I always seem to say the wrong thing. Now I just had to wait to see what I had worded wrong this time. Oh why can’t this day just get over with?
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Posted June 25th, 2010 09:18 PM IP
I watched her with burning eyes as I saw that hers were closed. Could my eyes deceive me that well to tell me that she was sleeping? Does this girl need constant attention to keep her awake? Luckily for her she opened her eyes up before I could say anything else as my hand still laid on her shoulder. However, I still could not tame the fire that was kindling inside of me. It frustrated me that she didn't understand the basics of table manners. A proper lady would not ignore me at dinner, no matter what the case she had drummed up in her sagging, little mind. We shared a brief look together before I began to compose myself, but I still did not remove my genteel hand from her shoulder. Instead, I waited patiently for her to explain to me why she was embarassing not only herself but me as well.
As I listened to her words, I started to redeem my smile. Perhaps she had learned from her mistakes after all, although it would take a miracle for anything new to make its way past her ears. It touched me dearly to hear the regret in her voice. It reminded me of a child being caught after a loud crash had been heard. My head tilted tenderly as my Alexis went on her rambling of groveling. My eyebrows perked up slightly as she remembered my birthday. Sadly though, I couldn't help but feel like this wasn't very much meant. Could she honestly be thinking of my birthday, or my brother's? Very devastating indeed, but I kept my smile for both of us.
"Oh, my Alexis.." my words trailed off slowly as I brushed her hair against her back before moving my compassionate eyes back to face her. "I was only joking," I told her in a soothing voice. So depressing that she was only a few years younger than I and she almost needed a lullaby sung to her to stop her from being frightened. I showed her a wide grin as I leaned another inch to her. "And what kind of present were you exactly thinking of, my dear?" I quized curiously. "Such a good girl to be this understanding of what I go through to help you as best as I can," I murmured to only her with a warm smile on my face.
At the look of her smile I slowly drew back and gave her a more serious yet concerned look. I could only stand so much whimpering from her endless mouth. She should know when to stop when she's been more than forgiven for her wrongdoings. In my attempt to pacify her, I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers before letting them reach behind the back of her head and letting my thumb rest on her cheek in exchange. "I only want the best for you," I said to her simply. "If you were tired you would tell me, wouldn't you?" I asked, gradually moving my thumb back and forth against her skin as I focused on her eyes. "I can't have my Alexis turn weary. It worries me, and I dislike it very much when I worry about you, darling," I whispered thoughtfully as I leaned further into her. "Please," I started quietly,"don't make me worry." My chestnut brown eyes were staring deep into hers before I brought myself to kiss her on her forehead.
"That reminds me of my wife and I when we were young," Professor Nelson told as I sat back in my seat, smiling caringly as I took it as somewhat of a compliment. "So nicely put together you two are," he nodded his head to both myself and to her.
I put my hand on top of Alexis's without looking at her and gave it a small squeeze to show how much it really meant to me. "We thank you, Nelson," I bowed my head once and raised it back as high as ever.
"Yes, well, you two seem very happy together. Don't mess it up!" he wagged his finger with a humorous smile.
"We are, and don't worry," I told him softly,"I don't think she will."
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Posted June 26th, 2010 02:50 PM IP
I hated that look, the look of disappointment in Nigel’s eyes. I just could not seem to get it right, no matter what I did. This night just seem to be getting worse with each minute that passed. I had hoped that Professor Nelson would keep Nigel entertained long enough for me to pull myself back together. How wrong I was to think that Nigel would not at some point glance my way to see if I was being attentive to his needs. That was my job, wasn’t it? Nevertheless, I just seem to keep forgetting that. I knew very well that if I did not keep Nigel happy I would pay in some form or another.
Right now I was paying with his touch, while most would think he was being caring; showing concern for my well being Nigel and I both knew better. The only reason Nigel hand was touching me was to remind me of the claim he on me. I was his and I was to never forget that. I still could not believe I had let this happen to myself. All those years trying to gain my freedom from my father only to find myself right back under a man’s control. How could I have been so blind to who and what Nigel really was eleven months ago?
Although I was mad at myself for not seeing what was right in front of me, I was even more mad at Myles for not telling me the truth about his brother. Though I’m not sure things would be any different than they are now. There was no way I could not give credit to Nigel for how great he was at hiding his true self from the word. No one had any idea of the monster Nigel could be and was. Even after seeing what he could do with just words I knew there was so much more he was hiding from me. That is what scared me the most, what other way would Nigel come up with to destroy me.
Maintaining eye contact with Nigel (whether it be looking in to his eyes or just at him) I waited for some type of sign to show whether my words had done more damage than good. I knew the rambling would cost me dearly, I just did not realize until that moment that something else I said also pushed him too far. I thought I was doing the right thing by bringing up his birthday; however, I can see in his eyes that he is questioning whether I’m thinking about his or Myles birthday. If only he knew I tried my best to not think about Myles. For I only ended up crying my eyes out over all again about the things I had lost so many months ago.
Hearing Nigel’s voice I quickly pulled myself back to what was going on at the here and now. I probably would have made it through his words that had so many different means, if it had not been for Nigel touching me still. It made what he was saying so much worse, though he may like to think he is smoothing out my fear when in truth he is just making them worse. Then again that could be his plan all along. What better way to get me to do his bidding than to make me fear him and oh how I did.
Another blow, how did he do it? How did he know just the right thing to ask me? He wasn’t reading my mind right now, I would know it. So how did he know that I had lied? Biting my lip I searched my mind for just the right thing to say. Even though I knew whatever I said would be the wrong answer, so I went with the first thought that popped in to my head. “In truth Nigel I am find it hard to come up with a good gift. That is probably why I was so lost in thought that you came to the concussion I was sleeping,” I answered back timidly.
I was not surprised at all that he had pointed out how much he has helped me. If you call this help, taking control of someone life as if you owned is not helping. However, I was not about to point that fact out to Nigel. Tonight was already one big mess; I so did not need to push him passed the point of no return. Nodding my head as I mumbled a response back, “I do understand Nigel.” I made it short and sweet, for any more would have just pissed him off. There was no doubt in my mind I had reached the point where my words were nothing more than a headache to him. However, I just could not seem to stop myself when it came to expressing my need to be obedient to his needs.
If I had thought his hand on my back so back than the stroking of my check was hell. I had over stepped there was no doubt in my mind that spoken passed what he wanted to hear. In doing so I had made it seem that I was not respecting his rule over me. While my mind screamed for him to stop to just let me go my eyes were locked with his taking in the full meaning of his words. I knew full well he was not worried about my safety or my health; no, the only thing he cared about was what others thought. My behavior reflected on to him, so if I looked tired or I acted improper in public people would think bad of him as well as me. Everything I had done on this night was embarrassing to both of us. I had wronged Nigel and now I was paying for it.
“Please Nigel, I’m sorry. It will not happen again,” I spoke in such a soft whisper while nodding my head gently. My eyes never fell from his, as if held in a trance I waited for Nigel to break the connection. Once he did I closed my eyes as he kissed my forehead; something else I hated, his lips upon me. I can still remember the first time he kissed me; though it was a simple peck on the lips there was so much meaning behind it. It was another way to claim me as his and it seemed like he enjoyed reminding me of that fact any time he could. Opening my eyes I was stunned to see Professor Nelson watching us still. I would have just let it pass for Nelson had no idea what had truly had passed between Nigel and I if it had not been for his comment.
No matter how many years I was to live I would never understand why men thought it was a good idea to take control over a woman. Although I’m sure Nelson had not meant that his relationship with his wife was anything like Nigel and mine it still hurt the same. I wanted to scream to make them both see that I was a piece of property to do with as they pleased; however, I knew where that would lead me. I was in enough trouble as it was, I had pushed to far this evening, I had embarrassed him to no end for me to say even one more word would be too much for Nigel to handle.
Therefore, I kept quiet let those two keep believing that they were right. I probably would have just let it pass if Nigel had not placed his hand on top of mine. Glancing up I was not taken aback that Nigel was pleased with Nelson’s words. I just had not realize how pleased he was until he squeezed my hand. It was also a sign for me to show my gratitude for Nelson kind words (I would have rolled my eyes at this thought it Nigel was not watching). Looking to Nelson I smiled and nodded my head as Nigel spoke for both of us. While some might have expected me to speak up I knew anymore than that would have been too much in Nigel’s eyes.
Tilting my head back down I quietly listened to the rest of the conversion, while keeping my true thoughts to myself. In face I had let most of what was said pass through my ears without care. It was not until Nelson started laughing. He had laughed, laughed at the fact Nigel though himself so perfect that he could never mess up a relationship, let alone our relationship, if you could call it that. However, that was not the worse part he truly believed along with Nigel that if anything was to go wrong all the blame was to lay upon my shoulders. It was so nice to know that I could never do anything right no matter how hard I tried.
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Posted June 26th, 2010 09:51 PM IP
As I finished my words to Edgar, he gave a short smile before he excused himself as another professor came by to talk to him about something that had happened earlier in his class. Forgive me, Nelson, for I didn't have much interest in understand the reason he had been pulled away from me; I had other things I had to attend to, like the invalid to my right. I turned around in her direction, but did not face her yet as she talked, instead I took my goblet to my lips and began to drink; I think I would need it to keep my strength. With my hand still firmly planted on top of hers, I peered quite boredly over the rim of my glass at her, listening to her words carefully to see if she really had anything to say. However, her words were not the only thing I was listening to, I was listening to the way they were being said through her sheepish voice.
I swallowed one last time before I set it down in its rightful place, and then turned my attention completely to her. My eyes searched through hers before they dropped to our hands. "I see," I answered quietly, disappointedly. My lips formed a small frown as my other hand came to hold ours together. "Perhaps you are having a hard time thinking of a present for me because you think that I am a difficult person?" I asked, letting my dark eyes go back to her. "I have never asked anything from you," I told her honestly. For it was the case, I never did ask of sorts. "There is no need to worry so much on buying me a thing, darling." I laid my cheek upon our flesh, looking up at her and wishing she could see what I could see. My eyes closed as I breathed out with my own weariness that was built on frustration. No matter how many times I have shown kindness and love to this woman, she still refuses to accept it. It's not enough that I forgive her so much, but she also has to somehow make me think that I am not worthy of her? This simply is unfair, not to mention her gratitude to me is useless.
I opened my eyes back up slowly as I withdrew my cheek from our hands, and I looked at her with the tiredness that seemed to be holding me down. Even though she had told me that she understood the pain I went through, the pain I showed for her, I doubt that it's even occured to her how much time I have wasted on her, but I held my tongue and simply removed my left hand from our embrace. The only reason I turned back to face her was that she was starting to beg again, begging for another redemption. I had handed out so many passes already for incompetance, I truly wondered if she deserved yet another. But I silently watched as she made her apology as my face showed no emotion, not yet. "My Alexis, I must confess," I started sadly,"I have heard this story many times before." I paused, pretending to think about what I should do before smiling softly at her. "Please, keep your word this time, my dear. I grow tired of lies," I told her.
After a few seconds of watching to see if she understood, I stood up with my hand still holding hers. "I'm quite tired tonight, darling. I'm afraid we'll have to leave earlier than expected," I said to her. Without wanting to seem rude, I turned to Nelson as I could see from the corners of my eyes Alexis standing up next to me. "Good night to you, Professor."
"Ah, good night to you too, young man, and to you Alexis," he nodded his head once in her direction and gave a warming smile to both of us before we departed the Great Hall for the night.
Usually when Alexis and I walk together, we are rather quiet in our short travel through the halls to our chambers, but tonight I thought I would make a small change.
"Dinner was quite excellent tonight, don't you agree?" I asked conversationally while looking straight ahead. "I found the beef a little too well done for my tastes, though, but other than that, it was nice." I smiled over to her, to make her feel comforting and welcomed, but only knows what goes on through her mind. After a moment or so I went back to my view of the passing walls, before I brought up the main thing I wanted to talk about. "I'm rather proud of you, my dear," I told her lightly,"You didn't do a single ridiculous act with your wand." We stopped almost suddenly at her chamber's door. I stood in front of her, our fingers intertwined lying limp at our side, while I held out my other hand for her wand. "I thought we discussed this. It's not safe for you to be carrying this weapon around at night," I reminded her with worry for her edging my voice. "I couldn't live with myself if this fell into the wrong hands."
I waited for her to place her wand in my open palm, and when she did I placed it with my own in my side pocket. "Very good," I praised as I eased my hand away from hers finally, and placed it carefully against her back as I leaned in to peck her on the cheek. "Good night, my Alexis. I'll see you in the morning. I wish you pleasant dreams." I smiled to her before turning my back and walking to the next door and opening it up. As soon as I closed the door behind myself, I waited until I heard the sound of hers closing as well, before I grinned to myself and headed to the dresser to change into my night shirt and pants.
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Posted July 1st, 2010 08:21 PM IP
‘Tired of lies,’ is that all he thought my words were. Sure I messed up, messed up a lot; however, I was trying. Did he not see it has been years since I was under my father’s care? Years since I had been under the control of a man. I was not perfect by no means, yet Nigel judged me for every mistake I made. I was beginning to think there was no pleasing him, no matter how hard I tried.
Gazing in to Nigel’s eyes I knew it was best to keep my mouth shut. Any more words would just piss him off more. I had reached Nigel’s breaking point, which meant if I kept pushing I would face deeper trouble than I have ever faced. Dropping my head down to show Nigel I was giving in to his wishes I waited to see what he had planned for next. For Nigel always seemed to have something up his sleeve that surprised me. This night was no different; for I could not remember the last time he requested that we leave early. I was missing something this I was for sure on.
Standing up I stood behind Nigel while he said good night to Professor Nelson. As much as I would have liked to pull my hand from Nigel’s I knew it would draw to much action to us both. There was also the fact it would drive Nigel crazy that I would dare go against his wishes. Therefore, I keep my needs and wants to myself as I waited for Nigel to finish up with Nelson. In fact I did not even say my usual good nights to the rest of the stuff to fearful that Nigel would be displeased with me speaking once again. So when Nelson bid me good night I just nodded to him so he would know I sent the same thoughts back to him. Once Nigel was done I followed him out of the great hall keeping my head down the whole time. Though I would have liked to enjoy the moon light shining in through the windows. I knew better than to push my luck.
Nigel was upset with me, I just did not know how upset until he started speaking while we walked the halls of Hogwarts. Each word he said was like a slap in the face. I knew very well he did not believe it was an excellent night. The fact he used the word excellent at all just told me how disappointed in me he was. Nothing I ever did was excellent; most times it was not even a great job. I was lucky if he said I did good, those were the days I looked forward to.
With just a slow nod I answered Nigel’s question for to not to would be so much worse, even if he had just meant the question to be away to punish me for what had happen during dinner. While I wished Nigel would just stop I never spoke it aloud. Therefore, I kept walking with Nigel as he continued on with his assault on my behavior by using the kindest words he could find. I just kept nodding my agreement to everything he said.
Ready to get away from Nigel the second we came to a stop in front of my chamber door I went to bid him good night when he spoke once more. This time I could not believe what I had done. How could I have forgotten that I was suppose to hand over my wand the second we met up in the great hall? While I found this request rather rude of him I knew better than to question it.
My father was the same way; it was a fight with him just to let me have a wand to use at school. Even the headmaster had to come to our home to have a talk to him about my need for a wand in order to learn to use magic correctly. My father’s main argument was the fact he did not believe I needed to learn magic. I was nothing more than a simple woman who should be in the home caring for the men in her life. After the many discussions I have had with Nigel about my use of a wand I fully believed he thought the same thing.
I wanted to say something; mainly I just wanted to say sorry; however, to Nigel it would just be more lies. Therefore, I just keep my head down as I handed over my wand. Closing my eyes I waited to see what was to come next. How I wished this were the last blow to my ego, for I knew there was not much more I could take from Nigel on this night. Feeling Nigel let go of my hand I slowly brought my head up so Nigel could reach my cheek better. Although, saying good night back would have been the proper thing to do I knew better when it came to Nigel. With just a soft smile I let Nigel bid me good night before heading over to his chamber door.
Standing there I waited until his door shut to open my door and step inside. Closing it quickly for I knew Nigel was listening to see how long it took me to enter my room and close the door. I only knew this for the fact I took too long one night and came out to see what was taking so long. It did not matter that a poor first year had gotten lost, I should have known better than to be out after hours without a chaperon. Once he had informed me that we would discuss my behavior in the morning and waited for me to shut my chamber door, he showed the first year back to the entrance of their common room.
Leaning against the door for just a few second I then proceeded to prepare myself for bed. Once I was ready I climbed in to my cold bed, where I laid in the middle curled in to a ball. It did not take long for me to start crying, this was how I fell to sleep every night. While I would not let myself think about Myles I could not help thinking about all the mistakes I had made since I let Nigel in to my life.
When the morning sunlight started to peek through my chamber window I found myself still curled up in a ball in the middle of my bed. With a yawn I checked the clock to find that it was indeed time for me to raise. If I stayed in bed any longer I knew I would not be ready in time to meet Nigel outside my chamber door. Standing up I stretched as I made my way in to my bathroom. Twenty minutes later I found myself in front of my vanity mirror with my hair in curlers as I applied what little make-up I wore.
Finishing my make-up I pulled my hair out of the curlers before brushing it out and pulling it back in to a clip. With one last look in the mirror to make sure I would meet Nigel’s approval. For I did not feel like having to come back in to my room while Nigel had to wait for me like he did last night. After making sure my light gray skirt was straight and the right length I checked to make sure my blue shirt was not to low in the front and tucked fully. Once I had finished up I made my way over to my door where I opened it and stepped outside in to the hall. With only fifteen minutes to spare before Nigel I was due. I closed the door to my chambers and waited for him
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Posted July 5th, 2010 08:35 PM IP
I pulled out my top drawer and carefully took out a neatly folded set of pajamas so as to not disturb the organized layout of the others. While I closed the drawer back up, I rested my clothes on the top of the dresser as my eyes caught sight of the mirror. Dark, thoughtful eyes stared back into mine, and I began to wonder why no one could've seen the difference between myself and my brother. Of course we were twins, and we did look remarkably alike, but there were subtle attributes that failed to make us exactly identical. How sad to say that I really am the only one who can spot them; even Myles would say we are mirror images, at least on the outside. While my eyes held ambition, his held nothing more than a dullness that was geared to the misconception that life was full of joyous counterparts. I do wonder sometimes what his eyes say now. Living in a dingy, confined space that is surveiled with disgruntled guards and living ghosts of fellow convicts surrounding him. Yes, I would rather like to see how the aftermath of his crimes affected him. Perhaps he would then see that I was right afterall.
I smiled tenderly to myself as my attention focused back to my change of clothes while I took them back into my possession. Silently, I walked near the center of my room and relaxed against my velvet chair. It would be at this time where I would listen to Alexis in her room to make sure she was resting yet for I would hate for her to not get her recommended sleep for the night; however, everytime I did so it would always wind up the same way with her in a sobbing state for whatever reason which would reslut in my frustration with her to peek once again. Alexis was an emotional and sensitive girl, I shouldn't have expected anything less than blubbering about how she wasn't acting right, but in reality she only had herself to blame for her incompetance. Instead of shedding tears, perhaps she could've improved on her manners, but I doubt this even came close to her mindset.
Although, if I was forced not to listen to the going-ons next door, I needed something else to end my night with. Ever since I was just a child, I had just a touch of insomnia until I could find something to entertain myself while I slept. I found music to be what I needed, and usually it would always work. Tonight would be no different as I leaned back into my chair and let the music play from my father's phonograph without another thought. The sound of piano keys gradually came out of the muggle machine. The sound eased me and let me forget about all the troubles of the day. Before my eyelids started to fall, though, I decided it was about time I readied myself for bed as I stood up to change.
I started to unbutton my shirt when the gentle piece of music began to end and silence took its place. It wasn't until my fingers reached the last button that another song was scratching against the needle. There were only two notes heard before I knew what it was. There was no mistaken this for anything else; I would know this song until I died, and I could never even try to get it out of my mind. And as if the music was trying to pull me away from the present, I saw a flash of this and that, things that only I knew even if they were only shown for half a second at the most. My face remained the way it was, unmoved by what I had already run through my head many times before, but inside my mind grew rigid with bitterness. With my back turned to the music, I made the record crack until it shattered to the ground. I would not remember again, not against my will.
Breathing in deeply, as if to cleanse myself of ugly thoughts, I continued normally with my clothes until I was done and went to my bed. Pulling the sheets up to my chest, the lights went out, and I eventually fell to sleep, but my night was far from being over.
My eyes opened to see things were void of color and everything seemed bleak. I could hear something happening downstairs, but yet I could not distinguish what it was. With barefeet, I walked out my bedroom and looked down the staircase at the bottom floor. Without frown nor smile, I walked down the stairs, one step at a time. The same melody I had destroyed was playing and my mouth was tightening until I reached the final step. To my right there was a door I was very familiar with but it was just open a crack. It was open just enough for me to make out voices, and I knew one of them belonged to a monster. Quietly I made my way to the door, tilting my head to get a better look at what was inside. It was then that I saw my first color, and I couldn't look away. It was the only thing I could see then as the walls were suddenly colored solely in it, still shining against the light like wet paint. That horrid creature turned its face and stared at me with those feral eyes. It was then that the dream stopped and I woke up.
After my morning routine was done, I walked out my bedroom and into the corridor. Luckily for Alexis she was there; I wasn't in the mood to be by any means tolerant of mistakes, whether she meant them or not. I had planned out this Saturday for both of us, and I wasn't going to let anything spoil it. Hopefully she would be so inclined to think the same way as I looked her over to make sure she would not make a fool of herself yet again. She looked adequate, at least for today. I took a step closer to her so I could take hold of her hand, and gave a small smile to reward her for what would pass as an effort. "Good morning, darling," I greeted her softly. "I thought we would go to that little village you keep praising," I told her. "Would that suit you, my dear?"
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Posted July 5th, 2010 11:26 PM IP
Crossing my arms behind my back I swayed back and forth while I waited for Nigel to exit his bedchamber. Most time he would arrive early just to see if I was early, I knew this was this way to test me to see if I was anticipating his every move. After last night I had made a promise to myself that I would not let Nigel down again. If this was to be my life than I would do my best to make the most of it. Therefore, while waiting I went over everything that I needed to, to be sure Nigel was at least pleased with me by the end of the day.
All thinking made my wish I could close my eyes for a bit to sneak off to my secret place. I knew it would help to calm me down so facing Nigel would be easier. I also knew that Nigel was due to open his door any second and if he caught me with my eyes close it would mess the day up before it even got started. It was a good thing I had chosen not to close my eyes for right at the moment Nigel’s door was pulled open. Putting a smile on my face I turned to greet him.
Bring my hands out from behind my back I made sure not to say anything until Nigel spoke first I held my tongue. “Good morning, Nigel I hope you sleep well,” I informed him. At first I was not sure if his statement was a test or for real he had done something like this before only to change his mind in the end. That was why I knew I needed to be careful with the words I said to him. “That would very nice Nigel. Will we be walking or taking a carriage?”
Though I wished Nigel would not hold my hand I did not fight it when he did this morning. Most mornings I would find a way to get out of holding his hand, either by taking hold of his arm or placing my hands back behind my back. While each move seemed to displease Nigel I just could not give in to what he wanted which was full control over me. Holding my hand gave him that, today I gave in. As I said if this was to be my life I needed to find every way to make the best of it. This meant pleasing Nigel any way I could.
“Shall we make our way to the great hall for breakfast, Nigel?” While asking might have seemed eager to get moving I had hoped Nigel did not see it that way. I wanted him to see that I was trying to think of his needs before my own. The way he believed a woman should do things for her man. Keeping my hand in Nigel’s I let him lead me to the great hall. While this was usually the time that Nigel would talk about his plans or things he wished for me to do for him that day and I just listened, today seemed different.
An idea had come to me at first when I was checking my outfit out before stepping out in to the hall and second when Nigel did his usual glance over to see if I meet with his approval. I wondered how Nigel would take it if I asked for his help in something that I could do to please him more. With a deep breath I forced myself to be bold enough to ask. “Nigel, how would you feel about helping me do a little shopping while we are in Hogsmeade? Before you jump to conclusions please let me explain, please?”
I stopped for a second to glance at his face. I wanted to make sure I was all right for me to go on. Seeing that he would let me continue I spoke up once more. “Well I thought that it would please you if I asked you to help me pick out some new clothes that you found to be acceptable for me to wear. I know how much you dislike coming out in the morning to find me in something that did not meet your standards. I really do wish to have to waste your time anymore. If I’m in the wrong just tell me.”
His quietness scared me beyond believe, I really was not sure if I had crossed the line to far this time. Would he find me asking to be too much? Would he believe that I should just know what to wear and not need his advice in the matter? I was so lost, when I had started out this seemed like a good idea now it was nothing more than me ruining what could have been a very nice day. Although I wanted to say more to try to fix what I had done after last night I knew better. Therefore, I keep my mouth shut; my words would do nothing more than hurt my case.
All to soon we entered the great hall where we greeted the professors who had arrived before us. Once we reached our seats Nigel pulled my chair out for me to sit down which I did but not before thanking him for his actions. Once Nigel, himself had taken his seat I set out to prepare Nigel’s plate. “Nigel would you like ham or sausage this morning?” I asked while making sure no food touch another. Once I had his answer I positioned the meat on the plate before setting it down in front of him.
Fixing a small plate for myself of eggs, fruit and ham I set about eating myself. With each bit I took I watched Nigel closely to make sure I would not miss any signs that he might need something from me. I had to admit this was not an easy thing to do. For one thing I did not want to look to eager to please him, yet at the same time I did not want to look like I did not care at all. In between doing all of this I greeted what professors had come in the great hall since we had entered ourselves.
Breakfast seemed to go by rather quickly and I had to admit it was enjoyable. After calming myself down I was able to meet Nigel’s every need as well as keep myself from embarrassing him or myself. With last night behind me and most of this morning pass without any major mistake all I could do was hope I could keep up my good behavior. For I needed to prove to not only myself but Nigel that I was worth the attention he has shown me
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Posted July 8th, 2010 12:44 AM IP
Although I smiled on the outside, there sadly was no reason behind it, especially after hearing Alexis's cheerful voice that almost made me nauseas. Even when the woman thinks she's doing something right, it's wrong. However, like a gentleman, I kept this news to myself, but couldn't help but let my jaw tighten. Her open thought about my night's sleep finally made my eyes narrow ever so slightly at her. I started to wonder if she truly knew how well I had slept last night and was simply sneering at me from behind my back, but I knew she wasn't that clever nor brave enough to have a clue as to what had happened. Her obliviousness was costly sometimes, but only I seemed to be paying for her mistakes.
Gently, I started to ease my face but let my gaze stay on her carefully. I squeezed her hand and forced another smile. "Let's not dwell on that right now," I answered her clearly, wondering if she would get the hint to forget, it should've be an easy task for her anyways. And perhaps she was finally learning, for the next thing out of her was her own answer to my question previously about our little arrangements. I had a feeling she would agree; she always seemed to blabbering about it every so often. Hopefully after I had taken her to Hogsmede she would be quiet about it once and for all, I would make sure of it. But again, for her, I hid my intentions and began to give my response to her with a small curve of my lips and a curious tilt of my head. "You're rather inquisitive today," I pointed out to her. A glimpse of trepidation built up in her eyes and I grinned with my head bowed at her weakness. How elementary it was to frighten her; it was almost pathetic. Not wanting to scare her too much, I kissed her hand and showed my affable look to her. "My Alexis, I was only stating out the obvious," I soothed her. "But, it is a beautiful day outside. I thought we would go in the carriage today. I wouldn't want you to walk so much and tire out those pretty legs of yours." I softly lowered her hand back to our sides and gave a nod to my head at the idea of going to the Great Hall, but looked at my pocket watch to see the time. Content to see that we weren't going to even come close to being late, I began to lead her down the corridor and towards our waiting breakfast.
I kept a steady pace as we walked, not wanting to have her trailing behind me but also wanting to be on time. In all honesty, I wasn't my happiest on weekends as I had to spend the entire time watching Alexis around the clock to make sure she wouldn't harm herself in some ridiculous act. She was very much like a fragile doll that could be broken at any moment, and I was obligated for my brother's sake to keep a close watch on her, no matter how much pain from her I had to endure. Although, even I had to admit she was sometimes entertaining to have with me, as long as she learned her lessons from me.
While we walked, I was about to say something before we turned a corner, but she had beaten me to it instead. This in itself made me look at her with a hard expression because most of the time she tried to start some sort of conversation it would end in some pitiful nonsense. This time it was about something she wanted, something in particular. I slowed my walking as I eyed her. Did she sincerely think that she deserved such a gift from me when all she has done is given me more aggravation than anything else in my life? After all the faults she has, she's lucky to have anyone at all, especially me to care for her, but her audacity stuns me. Of course there was her excuse that it was because of me she wanted a new wardrobe. It must've been convienant to blame myself for her paltry needs. She plays me like I am her fool, that I can't see her true reasons for why she really does these things to me. I had to move my head away from her to look in front of me as I continued to pull her along. My face tight, I remained silent. I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of an answer right away; she would have to wait.
As we arrived to the Great Hall, we quietly made our way to our seats as I was still thinking about what she had requested of me. Maybe I was too harsh in my thinking before. I looked over her outfit again as she started to stand up with my plate in her hand. Alexis wasn't beautiful, rather she was almost plain looking, and unfortuantely the best potions couldn't even fix it, but her clothes could be. My eyes lingered on her blue top and then slowly down to her gray skirt. If this truly because of me, surely I would love to help her make her look the best as I could manage. The more I looked at her clothes, the more I began to think that perhaps the girl was right; she could do better, much better, and I was sure she would love her new changes for me.
I unfolded my napkin before I heard her voice again. "Well, you must know what I like by now, my dear," I told her, a tad frustrated that she didn't know the answer after more than eleven months together, as I placed the cloth on my lap. I looked up to see her finishing up with my plate and saw with modest suprisement that she had luckily guessed the right answer. I watched her closely as she put food on her own plate and sat down. "I've decided that some new dresses would actually be a pleasant change for you," I informed her as I reached for my fork and picked at a few of my eggs. My eyes went back to her as I could feel her eyes digging holes in the side of my face. I gave her a smile in exchange. "We should have an enjoyable day, you and I," I offered to her before going back to my meal. Even I was looking forward to see how she would look in her new clothes.
After half an hour, I silently placed my fork to the side and wiped my mouth with my napkin before placing it on my dish. I moved my attention back to her as I stood up from my chair and held out my hand to her. As soon as she took it, I kindly pulled her up before we bid good-day to the rest of the professors and heading outside.
"I believe I already have a place in mind for where we can go for you," I apprised her; I had remembered a few girls in my class talking about a clothing shop of which would fit my Alexis's needs perfectly. My head turned to look at our moving scenery as we were already sitting in our private carriage. My hand had delicately found its way to her knee, but I continued to look out the window for a bit before removing my gaze. "You should look much better with what I have in mind for you," I told her with a light pat before we came to gradual halt in the center of Hogsmede. Moving my hand to her palm, I let my fingers entertwine with hers before leaving the carriage.
The moment my foot landed on the street, I examined the shops lining up against one another. It had been twenty-two years since last time I was here, and it was still its distasteful self. No matter what time it was it seemed like there was always a crowd of people jamming themselves into sardine-like shops. It was no wonder why I had only visit here once before I had grown tired of it. However, this was not my moment for reminiscing as I started to walk down the paved street, in search for Alexis's clothing boutique. There were several here, but we passed by most, particularly one called Stitches for Witches, a place I had heard was for only harlots. Instead, we chose a little store at the very end of our choices. It looked very much what I had imagined: dull-looking brick fascade that told how old it had been in business for with an old-fashioned sign in front with a black background and white font reading "Maiden Attire". Slowly, we waked inside to see racks of clothing graciously organized down the middle to all the way to the back of the store, and on both sides there were changing rooms lined with a red velvet border. When I spotted the toerh women in the store, I heard the same girls from my class talking about how this shop was for a more mature woman, although they had used a different word, but I thought it was rather harsh. This suited Alexis, though. She wasn't a youthful girl anymore even if she foolishly acted like one at times.
Without saying a word to her, I moved to the first rack and quickly flipped through all the clothes hung up with my free hand that wasn't still holding her hand. In a few minutes time I had piled up a nice assortment for her. In total I had picked out five dresses that looked very similar, but ones that I found to be right for her. Their design seemed to have a more elegant feel to them instead of the rags she wore now. They took me back to a time when women were modest about the way they appeared to others, with the neck cut non-existant and the fitting not as tight as it was nowadays. But overall the most joyous part about it was that it was a solid black color. It looked respectable, especially for a woman of her age.
"I'll lead you to one of the changing rooms, darling," I offered her with a smile as I folded the clothes around my arm and guided her along with the other. I chose the third one on the right for her. I smiled to see three large mirrors in front of us and a chair to the side, opposite to the small curtained room, where I could sit and offer my advice to her. Carefully, I handed her clothes to her and moved in front of the cushioned chair. "I'll be waiting right here for you. I'm quite anxious to see how you'll look," I told her.
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Posted July 24th, 2010 10:47 PM IP
While the morning seemed to be going well, my ability to eat was another story. I was not sure where it was nerves or just a lack of hunger I just could not seem to find the need or want to eat. At first I forced a few bites down; however, in the end I just ended up pushing my food around in my plate. After awhile that got to be too much so I just laid my napkin upon my plate and waited for Nigel to finish up.
Sitting there quietly seemed so boring, I wanted to talk to the other professor I just was not sure how Nigel would take it. Most mornings I would take the chance not really caring if my actions caused problems. However, today I had made a promise to myself and Nigel (even if he did not know it) I was going to prove I was worthy of being on Nigel’s arm. Therefore, I sat there with my mouth closed and my eyes forward. Only looking at Nigel every few minutes to make sure he was not trying to get my attention.
Needing something to do I started scanning the room for any of the students that I knew personally. However, this entertainment did not last long with it being a Saturday as well as Hogsmeade weekend most of the students had cleared out. Looking around the great hall you would have thought Nigel and I had been late for breakfast or at least sticking around longer than usual. This thought made me glance over at Nigel sooner than I had planned which turned out to be a good thing. Seeing his hand out for me to take I quickly reached my hand up, placing it in to his. After standing up with Nigel’s assistance I smiled up at him before bidding everyone else a good day.
The walk out to the carriage was a very quiet one, which in turn gave me a chance to think of Nigel’s answer to helping me find some new clothes that he would find expectable. While I had expected him to say no after taking so long. His yes was not all I had hoped it would be. The why he had chosen to word his response caused a shiver to travel down my spine. I could not help feel that he was going to joy this outing more than I would. Which made no sense, since this trip out was planned for my benefit.
Once we had taken our seats inside the carriage I folded my hands in to my lap and waited for it to start moving. There was not much to say when I was along with Nigel. You could say keeping my mouth shut was one of the first lessons that I learned quickly. Nigel liked to be left to his thoughts and me running my tongue (as he like to call it) just interrupted him. Then there was the fact he fully believed women should not speak unless spoken to. As well as the fact that he saw my words as nothing more than blabber.
It took me only two weeks to get the picture on those facts. Having Nigel tell me repeatedly that it was unladylike to talk out of place. That I needed to understand when he would like me to talk and when not to. In addition, I was incredibly ill mannered to be so audacious as to think that my words were more important than his. It was my father’s words all over again, I cannot even recall how many times growing up my father come after me for speaking out of turn or for speaking at all. So scared of what Nigel might do I quickly fell back in to the quiet timid, subdue girl I was of my youth. This seemed to please Nigel in the fact that I was finally doing something right.
This meant when Nigel did speak to me finally while we were on our way to Hogsmeade I found it best to just nod my head as an answer to his statement. Anything more would have been out of place and unacceptable in his eyes. However, with his comment came a slight feeling of anticipation as to what place in Hogsmeade he was referring. I knew of many different shops in the small town; however, none seemed to stick out as the place he would be thinking of. Therefore, I found it best to just enjoy what I could of the ride that was left and leave what was to come to the future.
Needing a break to pull myself together I closed my eyes. However, I left my head turned towards the window so Nigel would think I was watching out it not letting myself get lost in my secret world once more. I was not even aware that the carriage had come to a stop until Nigel grabbed my hand. Opening my eyes I glanced outside to see that we had reached Hogsmeade at last. Not wanting to make Nigel upset I quickly followed him out of the carriage coming to stand next to him as he took in the small town. I would have liked to taken look around myself; however, it seemed Nigel was in a hurry to get my clothes shopping done. For before I knew it he was leading me down the paved street looking for the shop he had in mind.
After passing what I felt as if was about ten shops he finally came to a stop in front of Maiden Attire. I had heard of this shop from a few of my students and the way they talked about it this was not a place I wanted to be buying my clothing from. Nevertheless, with Nigel in control there was no way I could walk away saying I changed my mind. With no choice I followed Nigel inside and watched as he searched the racks for what he had in mind for me. After a bit I had hoped he would not find anything to his liking that thought changed quickly when he turned to me with five dresses hanging across his arm.
I eyes widened at the sight five very black, very modest dresses that he now wanted me to try on. I had hoped to just take them inside the dressing room, try them on and tell Nigel that they did not fit. My plans changed when Nigel informed me he would like to see me in each one. I knew he found pleasure in torturing me; however, this went too far. With no way out I stepped inside the room Nigel had chosen and closed the curtain. Wanting, no needing this to be over with as quick as possible I hastily removed my clothes and put on the first dress. Making my way out so Nigel could take a look I came to a stop in front of the three mirrors.
I could tell just by looking at it that the dress was not right. It only came to my shins and if I was right in my thinking Nigel wanted something longer for me to wear. The next two seemed to meet Nigel’s needs, the fourth however, fell quite short and when I mean short it hardly came to my needs. I could not believe that a dress this short was ever made. Even without Nigel in my life I would not be caught wearing such a dress. As for the fifth it fared a lot better meeting Nigel’s needs as well.
When it came to my needs none of them fit, this was not what I had in mind when I came up with this idea. Yet in the end there was nothing I could do about it now. Once I was changed I stepped out of the fitting room with the three dresses Nigel had said yes to. Turning to face him I knew this was the one time I did have to speak up even if every word I said was a lie. “I knew you would be a great help. Thank you, Nigel for helping me.” Every word felt like acid on my tongue. What I had thought was a good idea this morning felt as if it had become another nightmare for me to live through.
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Posted July 29th, 2010 07:34 PM IP
My eyes scrutinized her as she took the clothes I had selected for her. Her own eyes were wide as she looked at them, perhaps too afraid to touch them, fearing that once she did she would have to at long last admit that her "youth" was non-existant. She would have to realize it sooner or later; I was tired of her ways as if she was just a mere girl instead of a woman who lived her life in a freeful manner. I imagined myself to be a gift to others for subtly bringing this to her attention for surely they had seen what I had and felt the same way towards this ridiculous behavior. It was finally time for my Alexis to grow up and act like the woman she should be, even if her feeble mind couldn't grasp the reality of the situation.
No matter what was swirling around inside of that skull of hers, she took the dresses, but by the way she took them I could feel that she was irritated at the very notion of having them even near her. My face constricted at that. I was doing her a favor, and this was how I was to be treated? I was ending the rumors that were undoubtedly circulating behind her back that she was too irresponsible looking to teach students in a well orchestrated way, for if she couldn't even dress herself correctly than what pragmatic chance did the children have? And what sort of example was she setting to the unfortunate girls that had to learn from her? This was simply the best alternative for her, and I'm hopeful that perhaps one day she will see the pain that would have ensued without my guidance.
Watching her pull back the curtain after she had stepped inside the changing room, I sat down without a single scent of appreciation from her, but I decided I would be patient; afterall, it would be only until she tried on the dresses that it would settle into her cushiony mindset. For now, I waited to see my first choice for her, but it seemed to be taking much more time than I imagined. I didn't want to disturb her process of accepting the truth, so I tried to fing something else to keep my attention. It was then that I turned my head to the left that I saw another woman, maybe slightly older than Alexis but was in the same age group. I frowned at her, displeased by what she thought in her skewed perspective was grand. Surely she was not expecting a husband in that disaster. No respectable man would ever come close to her in that mangled piece of fabric, and even though she was covered well enough, the colors were so bright it would hurt anyone's eyes that dared to look at her. I myself had to move my eyes some place more appealing, and it was just my luck to see my Alexis presenting her first dress to me.
I looked her up and down, and then let out a long sigh. Yes, the style was exceedingly perfect, but her height was not right for the poor thing. She had ruined my first pick for her, and she wasn't even statuesque. My arms crossed against my chest and I frowned to show how dissatisfied I was with her. A simple wave of my hand made her understand that she would have to try again if she wanted to make me happy. And once more my eyes followed her until she closed the curtain behind herself. When she came back out, I smiled, finally content that her new look was befitting to her needs. Having hope that she was beginning to make a change for the better, my prospect shattered as she revealed her fourth dress. As soon as my eyes laid on it, I stood up from my chair and made a curtain draw against the entire room from the main store. My hands clenched into fists as I felt infuriated and repulsed by what she decided was appropriate to wear. "Don't you ever embarass me like that again in public," I demanded of her through my teeth. "You look no better than a common slut now," I hissed. "How dare you make that thing that length? It was fine the way it was without your disgusting modifications." I was in complete disbelievement at what was in front of me that I took her arm and pulled her back inside the small changing room as I stood on the other side of it. My eyes stayed on hers so she would not misunderstand me again. "Please change that now. You have pleased me with the second and the third, but this...this I did not ask for. It insults my character and reputation for being a gentleman, and I will not have it in my presence ever again," I told her, trying not to shake with how much anger was pulsing through my body. With a deep breath, I tried very hard to calm, but it was difficult. As delicately as I could, I touched her cheek, smiling as best I could. "Now, just change and we'll put this behind us, all right, darling?" I asked softly, patting her cheek. "I'll be waiting, and I know that this time you will act much more like a proper lady." I smiled again and pulled back the curtain on her, sitting back down on my chair, but just in case of another incident, I let my own curtain stay where it was.
Relieved that she did not try the same action again, I sent her back to get the three dresses that were best while I removed my curtain. As it dissolved into nothingness, my eyes focused on the room across from me. The original woman was gone, and I was amazed to see who occupied it now. Her neatly kept blond hair and porcelain face was unmistkable. She looked wonderful in the dress she was trying out in front of the mirror, and I wished that my Alexis could behave as gracefully as she could. While I watched her, I had forgotten about Alexis until she spoke. I turned to her slowly, not wanting to look away from the girl, but wanting to hear her thankfulness. I knew well enough she was lying so blatantly that I swore I could see her wince on every word she uttered. It was almost as if I had taught her nothing. "I'm glad I could be of assistance," I told her blandly. In all honesty, I was more interested in Evelyn than her, but I attempted to show her the kind of respect she clearly was not showing me.
With a sudden thought, I gave her my full attention and smiled to her. "My darling, there's one more thing that perhaps you might need," I started. "However, I'm afraid that you'll have to do it without me, but don't worry," I told her, "I'll have one of the ladies here help you." As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I was fortunate enough to have one of the shop's women walk by.
"Hello," she greeted us behind her spectacles. She was an elderly woman with gray and white hair that was in a tight bun in the back of her head. She would be perfect for Alexis. "May I help you?"
I smiled endearingly as I saw that her name tag read Ida. "I believe you very well can. My Alexis here would like to look at your nightwear. Be sure that it is respectable, will you? She's very modest about the way she looks."
"Yes, sir," she responded with a nod of her head as she turned to look at Alexis. "Nightwear is in the back of the store, ma'am. If you would follow me, please, I'm sure we'll be able to match your every needs." She did not smile to her, but she did not frown as she waited for her to do as she was told.
In a little time from both of them departing, I began to walk over to Evelyn. She was still examining herself in her outfit from the mirror's reflection. Quickly seeing my own reflection coming into view of the mirror, she turned around gradually and faced me with a dulcet smile. "Hello, Professor Talbot," she addressed me sweetly.
"Good afternoon, Miss Morgan," I offered back to her. "If I might say, that dress is lovely on you."
Her smile grew and she dipped her head. "Thank you." She brought her face back up. "Are you shopping with someone, Professor?" she asked kindly.
I let my own smile fade a bit. "Yes, your charms professor. She needed some more dresses, more appropriate ones," I corrected myself. The thought of Alexis was depressing, but I moved the conversation passed it. "Is this your only dress?"
Her head nodded. "I'm afraid I just can't find anything else that's as nice."
"How much is it?" I asked with interest.
Evelyn's blue eyes pierced mine, before looking at the tag and then back at me. "I suppose it's too much, really," she said with sincere disappointment in her voice.
I took a step closer and eyed the tag before watching her. "It looks as though it was made for you," I told her as I reached inside my pocket and pulled out a small pouch. It was filled with galleons and weighed approximately enough to pay for it. Gently, I put it into her palm. "I expect to see you wear it at dinner tonight."
She stared at her gift and then looked up at me. "Of course," she breathed. "But Professor," she added, "I'll pay you back."
Smiling, I took her hand. "I have no doubt that you will." I took my time as I let my hand slip away from her soft skin. "Take care, Miss Morgan. Enjoy your day," I told her quietly, and turned away to find out if Alexis was done.
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Posted September 25th, 2010 03:16 PM IP
Saying today was a nightmare was an understatement; I was still shaking from the confrontation I had with Nigel over the short dress. I really should not use the word confrontation since I did not say one word during the whole thing. I knew better than to try to say sorry, for to try to speak a word would have lead to a bigger punishment then the one I was receiving. What I could not understand was how he could thing I modified the length of the dress. All I did was put it on; I have no control over how long someone makes the length of their dresses. I might be able to understand it being short due to my height if I was taller. However, at my height most things are too long for me.
Once he had finished his rant, I knew he would turn on his sweet nature and just as I said he did, only I knew it would not last if I displeased him again. However, I was not taking a chance of that happening again. So after nodding my head and watching Nigel close my curtain I looked over the fifth dress to make sure it would not upset Nigel if I put it on. Everything after that was a blur until I saw Nigel watching Evelyn. I could see on Nigel’s face how pleased he was with her behavior and I knew I could never be like her. I was not good enough to have her grace or be the kind of lady she appeared to be.
Therefore, I could not help dropping my head down once I expressed my thankfulness to Nigel for helping me. I knew when Nigel answered me back he had not believed a word I said. Right there was prove of my unladylike behavior I could not even make people believe my words. Not sure what to do next I figured it would be best to just wait for instructions from Nigel to see what he wanted to do next. Feeling Nigel’s eyes I, me I glanced up to see what he wanted. Seeing the smile on his face I knew I would not be happy with what was about to happen. With a nod of my head, I answered Nigel as I waited for him to speak with the sales lady who had walked by us.
Hearing what Nigel had planned for me next nearly pushed me over the edge. I could not believe he was doing this to me, not only was he choosing what I wore in public but he wanted to have a say in what I wore to bed. This was pushing it too far and yet I knew there was no way for me to say one word about it. With my eyes still opened wide I nodded at both Nigel and the shop woman before turning to follow her in to the back.
While I had hoped to explain to the shop woman that I did not need any help finding any nightgowns, she did not give me the chance. “Now I know by the look on your face you are hoping to make me see that you do not need my help. However, I do believe it was the gentleman you are accompanying who has a different opinion. Seeing that he is the one who has asked me to help you I will follow through with his wishes. Now if you will follow me over here I do believe I have three nightgowns that are just what you are looking for.” Knowing I had no other choice, I followed her over to the corner. It did not take her long to find what she was taking about and push me towards the back dressing rooms to try them on.
Once more, I was forced to show the gowns only this time it was for the shop woman. Needing this to be over with quickly I tried all three on in a matter of minutes. Happy that she found nothing wrong with the nightgowns I changed back in to my own clothes before heading back out to find Nigel. Only I was not too pleased by what I found. There standing right in front of me was Nigel talking to Evelyn Morgan. I watched closing to the way he spoke and treated Evelyn. It was so different from how he was with me. Deep down I could not help being jealous.
Here was a man who expected everything from me, yet he could not treat me as if I was a special person to him. So many nights I wondered why he was wasting his time on me. I could count on one hand how many times he had been truly nice to me. How many times he had gave me a compliment. How many times he has looked at me the way he was looking at Evelyn right now. Well to be truthful he has never looked at me that way before. I could not help asking what was so wrong with me to make him treat me the way he does. The same way my father treated me. Was I really nothing more than a worthless human being?
{Genre: Everything}{Gend: Female}{gen: Semi-SeriousPlus}{loc: Reid Cromwell}
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Danielle
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Posted November 4th, 2010 11:59 PM IP
My thought were tangled up with the girl, my student, and the person I suddenly wished to be my Evelyn. Her poised demeanor in itself trumped the entirety of Alexis, who was now becoming an onerous responsibility that weighed on my mind tirelessly without respite. I am a patient man that is able to forgive her of her faults, which become numerous and overwhelming, but now I see with clearer eyes than I've had in several months that my expectations of a proper lady have been lowered because of her. I pressed my rather frigid hand against my face, dragging my fingers against my cheek as I tried to contain the fierceness my realization was causing me to react to. Oh, I've been fooled by a fraud, but I will make amends soon enough, and she will regret her devious acts of deceiving me. Like a criminal that needs his punishment in response to his crimes, Alexis would find her own sense of penance.
It was in these moments when my mind had gone to remind myself of the delicate nature of the young woman from my classroom to the foulness of a woman who could never be compared to such beauty, that my eyes caught sight of Alexis. Apparently she had finally returned from my distraction as I noticed the bags of clothes that she held in her hands. Such a person did not deserve such presents, but my generous behavior always got the best of me, which was expected to such vileness, wasn't it? Just my eyes taking her in were enough to send my mind into a frenzy as I saw the ungratefulness spreading through her face and the self-pity draining her already dull eyes, but on my exterior, I remained the gentleman that I always prided myself in being. However, it was becoming a harder performance to maintain as her being was exasperating to watch. I could not relate to you how many times I have seen that same expression upon her face: a mask of content mixed yet with a feeling that she was unworthy, but hiding beneath the surface was an ambition that fed on greed. I was forced to close my eyes, escaping the harsh reality that had been pushed on me; the sight was too much for me to handle at the moment, as my tolerance for this sort of act was wearing thin. Why was she hurting me like this? To betray my trust in her and to so brazenly treat me like she was treating me now was astonishing, even for a woman of her class.
No matter what I was feeling, it was my obligation as a cordial human being, that I would try to the best of my ability to act civil and to make an attempt at conversation. With my eyes becoming apparent once more, I tilted my head in her direction, but refused to pay her more attention than needed; she would have to learn that her spoiled nature would only take her so far with me. "I'm pleased that you were able to find the clothes you needed," I began, "Now you'll be able to look more like a woman and a teacher rather than a silly girl." My lips drew back into a small smile to assure her of her doubts, but unfortunately I knew she would probably have none of it. She was unnaturally stubborn, refusing to ever except the ticking clock that hung above her head, but as crushing as reality was for her, I was determined not to let her mind take hold of a fantasy world that would make both of us look like fools. "The carriage is waiting for us outside. You must not forget how much I hate to make others wait, my dear," I reminded her as I rested my hand against the back of her shoulder and began to guide her out of the store.
The carriage inside was void of any sounds that resembled speech. I listened to the birds in the trees as we passed underneath the branches instead, as my head found other ways to find solace in what seemed like a very bleak situation. The songs made of chirping transformed into the mellifluous voice of Ms. Morgan and our conversation that transpired earlier. My hand found its way to my mouth as I rested against the back of my knuckles, staring absentmindedly out of the carriage windows. The sun was setting, the orange glow covering the bushes and the pebbles that made up our path reminded me that dinner was soon approaching us. I was still holding Evelyn to our agreement that she would be wearing her dress to tonight, and I could see her slender form take hold of my mind. The thought of her was wrapping its way throughout every part of my mind, but instead of a feeling of longing, I could only feel disgusted in what I once thought to be in my possession: Alexis, but I knew she was treating me like her puppet with her mendacious techniques. This charming student of mine was engaging and warm, but the woman that barely sat next to me now was cold and insipid, treating me with the minimum requirement of respect, most often it was even less.
I pulled myself away from my thoughts as I drew out a long sigh, exhaustion settling in my being. My arm rested back to my side as I turned to look straight ahead, away from the window that brought on my unfulfilled happiness that probably would never be. My eyes swept over to the only thing that was causing my misery that wrecked havoc to my heart and mind. Did she have no soul to remind her of her misdeeds? My eyes closed, forcing myself to place the warmest touch I could offer against her knee to perhaps bring out a more pleasant companion, but I should have known it was good as useless. "I expect you to wear one of these dresses tonight when we eat," I instructed her, letting my eyes shift to the bag full of dresses that I had so kindly bought her. "Now that you have some proper clothes, I'm sure that you'll be wanting the old ones you used to wear to leave you, correct, my darling?" I asked, my eyes glistening lightly at the prospect as I gently squeezed my grasp on her to tell her that she wouldn't have to lift a finger; it would be my pleasure to bring some peace to her closet. "It would be disappointing to me if you continued to cling to them," I explained softly, hoping that there some part of her that knew I was speaking the truth.
When we arrived back at Hogwarts, I took up her hand as she got out of the carriage, immediately leading her to her quarters when her feet landed on the stone ground. I flicked my wand, making all the lights in her room turn on as I finally was able to let go of her hand, breaking the hold and letting her have the chance to face her issues without my immediate support. I quickly found her closet and drew open the sliding mirror doors to it with my hands. I let a breath of repulsion escape my lips as I grimaced at the outfits she had in her possession. Another realization came to me as I wondered why I hadn't done this sooner to help mold her into the person she should be. Although, I pressed on with the task at hand and knocked my wand against the rack of hangers, igniting a fire throughout the space that shattered the cloth into ashes, which then turned to dust. The particles drifted down, but vanished before reaching the floor, leaving not a trace to be seen of the wretched articles in my presence. "Don't you feel better, now?" I asked, as my head turned to her with my eyes somewhat invigorated. I smiled softly at her as I took her cheek into my hand, my dark brown eyes penetrating through hers. "Hang your clothes up and get dressed, my dear. I'll be waiting for you." With my last remarks, I let my thumb stroke her cheek once before releasing my gentle hold on her, making my exit as I went to my own room to get ready for tonight's dinner.
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winnbair
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Posted January 4th, 2011 11:01 PM IP
I watched him, I watched him until his eyes finally glanced my way. I knew he was not pleased with me finding him out here with Evelyn or with me watching him for so long without letting my presents be known. Even when he spoke, I knew I would pay for my actions whether it is right now or later I would pay. Not sure what to say I had wanted to just nod my head yes to answer him; however, I knew that would only cause more trouble for myself in the end. “Yes Nigel, you are so right and I thank you for showing me the error of my ways. Thank you for helping me,” I told him hoping that he would not think I was not grateful for what he has done for me today.
I tried my best to keep the smile on my face but I knew Nigel would see right through it. I did not understand his need to have me where such unappealing clothes. Was my body so bad that I had to hide it behind so much material? From the way Nigel acted it was, what I would never understand was why he stayed with me if he felt this way. Then again why did I stay with him if I was not wanted for who I was. Whom was I kidding I was stuck, there was no way Nigel would ever let me go.
I had done this to myself. I believed he cared about me, that he would help me get over all that had happen in the last nine months. In the end, he only made my life worse. I was trapped in hell, stuck living the life that Nigel ran and controlled. I suppose it was time to accept what my future held for me. Fighting was going to get me nowhere unless I enjoyed having Nigel find ways to make me suffer more then I already was. Feeling Nigel’s hand on my shoulder and him speak about making him wait I let him lead me out of the store without a word to Evelyn. I knew it was rude of me; however, if I had tried to take the time to say hello it would have only made Nigel madder.
Once we were seated inside the carriage, I focused my eyes on the sights outside the widow. There was no reason to speak and if I tried I would be breaking one of Nigel’s main rules. Therefore, I stayed quiet waiting for him to speak first if he so choose to and he did but not before placing his hand on my knee. I wanted to be warm and loving towards him; however, all I felt was fear, fear as to what was to come. He had a plan for me and that fact alone scared me tremendously. “Of course Nigel, how else could I show my gratitude for what you have done for me this afternoon,” I answered him back in a voice barely above a whisper.
Thinking about the dresses that sat in the seat across from us I could not help my eyes drifting to them. They did not stay there long for the second I heard what Nigel had to say next my head snapped up and my eyes stared straight in to his. “Yes of course Nigel, you are correct just like always,” I dropped my eyes just as the last word left my mouth. He was tightening his hold over me and I could do nothing to stop it. “I would not want to do that. I would never want to disappoint you Nigel. I see no reason for me to cling to them,” I informed him.
After arriving back at Hogwarts everything became a big blur of haze to me. Nigel took hold of my hand as I stepped out of the carriage and instantly started to lead me back to my room. Once there I stood still in complete shock over what Nigel did next. After turning the lights on he went straight to my closet opened it and set fire to all my clothes. I wanted to cry, I could even feel the tears starting to form in my eyes; however, I would not let them fall. I would not break down in front of Nigel. I would never give him the chance to be little me the way he did the first and only time I ever cried in front of him. I would like to say it was easy to hold myself together but it was not and it become even hard once Nigel spoke again.
“Yes Nigel, much better,” I answered him softly but how I wished I could have creamed, shouted out my anger at what he had done. However, I knew nothing good would come of it. Holding myself together I allowed my cheek to rest in his hand as my eyes gazed in to his. Wishing that just a little bit of compassion or maybe just maybe I would be able to see a little bit of Myles inside him. It would be a wish that would never come true. Nigel was nothing like Myles, even if Myles was a cold-blooded killer he still had a heart. I knew this because I had seen and no one was going to tell me any different. “Yes Nigel, I will not be long,” I mumbled just before he walked out.
While I would have liked to fall to the floor in a million pieces or curl up on my bed and cry myself to sleep I did not. No, I grabbed the bag with my dresses in it and dumped them out on my bed. Quickly I hung up the once I would not be wearing and changed in to the one I would be wearing. I hated it, I hated everything about it from the way it fit to the length but I could do nothing about it. I had nothing else to wear thanks to Nigel and now I had to deal with what he had chosen me to wear. Knowing that dwelling on it would get me nowhere I quickly fixed my hair and stepped out on my room to meet Nigel in the hall
{Genre: Everything}{Gend: Female}{gen: Semi-SeriousPlus}{loc: Reid Cromwell}
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Posted January 23rd, 2011 09:59 PM IP
With my eyes still cheerfully animated from my Alexis's sudden start of a liberation from her disastrous ways, I watched in the mirror as I secured my tie in place before putting on my jacket. As I was fastening my cufflinks against the bottom of my sleeve, my eyes were distracted as they caught sight of the latest Daily Prophet sitting on top of my table. I peered over at it as the sound of the second cufflink clicked against my ears. Gradually, I approached it, biding my time before I was absolutely propelled to face the fulsome rag accordingly. Over the past months, the Daily Prophet has deteriorated from the intellectual, fair-minded news I regarded with praise to Arthur Scott's private, propaganda machine. For whatever reason they held him on such a high pedestal that even they couldn't reach, and what they considered to be an impossible task for anyone else who would wish to bring harm upon their auspicious child. Such a fantastical fact is simply hilarious to me. Do they not realize that their Minister will never be the people's Minister no matter how many attempts they try to suffocate us with their nauseating adoration? However, I am reminded by my friend and colleague's words, which inflict great pain upon me even now, but I cannot turn a blind eye to the ungratefully rebellious youth that yearns for change and yet plagues the beauty that already surrounds them. The ones that have barely graduated and yet know nothing. Yes, their brain is like a sponge; how disgraceful is it that they use it to absorb destructive material hidden in repetitive mottos and blatant lies that are enveloped in promises for a more harmonious future.
Their Minister is a replica of themselves; he is young and takes more comfort in his physical appearance than what it protects. Again, as I am forced to look at his smiling picture in the paper, I am only persuaded to turn the page to separate myself from the portrait in hopes of finding more hopeful news; it is my misfortune that the next page is more hideous than the first. Riddled with endless articles about his languorous avocations to the manner in which he dresses himself in to his bombastic thing he announces as his wife. I grit my teeth as her sardonic mouth spews her determination of equality for those that share her gender as if that is their right. She acts as a tramp, flouncing herself around without a care towards her husband's superiority, even if he is an idiotic fool. She can't even allow herself to wear the clothing that was specifically made for the likes of her. Instead, her attire is more suited to a man as she wears in defiance a pair of trousers and congratulates herself on such ridiculous behavior. It obviously begs the question on who, exactly, is the Minister and who is actually the dominant one in the marriage. Such a gentleman would never allow his wife to be burdened with the responsibilities much less willingly give her the reigns to plunge them into the unknown. Perhaps one day he will learn, but he deserves whatever repercussions come forth. At the the peak of my exasperation, I flung the Daily Prophet into the ravenous fire, watching as their pictures burned to a common pile of dust with the caption 'Our King Arthur' leading the ruin to their death. I adjusted my sleeves one last time as my eyes were illuminated by the fire I kept watch, before carefully turning around to leave my quarters.
I closed the door behind me as I saw my companion in front of her own entrance way. My eyes surveyed her to confirm that her dress was appropriate, not to mention everything else about her lackluster-self. I wondered how much of a shock I had given her earlier and the effects it had taken on her. As I rested on her clear eyes, I knew she hadn't let a single tear fall against her cheek, but behind their clarity I knew there were daggers waiting to pierce through my very heart. She still needed to be taught, and I began to question when my practices would ever sink in. However, for the time being, I gave her a nod of my head that I approved of the change, before reassuring her with a softer smile. "Very good, my dear. This is much more applicable to your being than those preposterous things you wore before," I sighed, trying to forget the dreadful past. "I assure you that our colleagues and students will have a better appreciation for you now since you have finally taken yourself more seriously, as you should have awhile ago," I told her as I brushed part of her hair back behind her ear before looking down at her with another smile. "Well, you'll be willing to try harder this time, I would imagine, my darling," I murmured as I took hold of her hand and squeezed it before I lead her towards the direction of the Great Hall.
As we walked, I continued to hold her for the support she relied on, but as she was now she regarded me with little affection if any at all. Her skin, her bone, the blood that ran through her veins, all of them were apathetic towards my touch. Sighing in our usual silence, I focused solely on the path in front of me, wishing that this woman next to me wasn't the cold-hearted person she had naturally become. It was only a few steps afterwards that my mind became rather unconcerned with her prospects as I saw Ms. Evelyn appear in front of us from a side corridor. Her golden hair delicately curved against her fragile face and shoulders. Although my eyes were focused on hers, I pleasantly noticed that she was wearing the dress that I had bought for her. She had kept to her promise, as expected of only a lady.
"Professor Talbot, Professor James, what a wonderful coincidence to see you before dinner," she greeted with a dip of her head before smiling hospitably.
"Ms. Morgan, we're equally as delighted," I responded with a soft smile of my own, "would you care to walk with us?"
In her genuine innocence, her lips spread lightly across her face with another nod of her head she said, "That would be lovely, as long as I'm not interrupting your time, Professor."
"No, not at all. You would actually be a refreshing change to our walk," I told her with the utmost sincerity, even though the word 'our' tore at my being. I held in the sigh I wanted to release as I tried to bide my time before I was absolutely forced to pay attention to my callous Alexis again, but fortunately my enthrallment towards Evelyn outweighed the most disastrous schemes the shrew was most likely concocting. My student's eyes sparkled with attentiveness towards me without being overbearing and brightened not only her face but also mine. She was wonderful in every sense, so much more desirable than the woman to my left that I don't think I glanced in her direction once during our very brief walk, but I doubt I missed very much.
"I want to thank you once again for your generosity, Professor. I simply love this dress than any other gift. I will never forget it," she directed towards me as we stopped in front of the entrance way to the Great Hall, and I instantly knew that her words were nothing but the absolute truth as her head bowed respectively.
"It was my pleasure," I answered warmly. "Please, enjoy your night, Ms. Morgan."
"Same to you," she responded as she held my gaze for a few seconds, before gradually turning her attention to Alexis, "and also to you, too, Professor James. Good night." With a final smile, she slowly turned away and headed inside to take her seat. I watched even as we were walking in, as well, before I reluctantly removed my focus from her as soon as I passed her table.
"She's very charming," I uttered towards her as I pulled out her chair for her, "don't you agree, my dear?" The moment she sat down, I stared down at her as I pushed the chair back in. My face had lost most of the enjoyment it had during our walk, and now it had been replaced by a kind of remorse. There was no reason why she could not try to improve herself on her own without me pleading with her to act half-way decent. Was it so much of a chore to become a mere shadow of Evelyn? She had everything I valued so highly, and yet no matter how close I was to her, my Alexis would chain me to herself. Such a cruel and hideous joke, but I would not be destined to spend my time with such an uncivil person as that.
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Posted February 2nd, 2011 11:09 PM IP
I did not have to wait long for Nigel to make appearance out in the hall, though I wish I had. No matter how many times I think I am ready to face him and his words I never am. It took everything I had inside me to not turn around, walk back inside my room to cry. I knew he was finally breaking me that in a matter of days if not hours I would no long be the person I had fought so hard to become after leaving my father’s house. In just eight months Nigel had turned me back in to the little girl my father had created.
Keeping the tears back, I forced myself to keep smiling as Nigel talked about how much better I looked. “You are right Nigel. I should have listened to you sooner. I am sorry that I did not,” I mumbled quickly before moved to lead us towards the Great Hall. I knew if I were still speaking after he had started walking it would upset him. Keeping my eyes down I let him lead me to the Great Hall in silence that was until I heard the voice of Miss. Morgan.
Lifting my eyes up I was not at all shocked to see her in the dress from the shop. She had looked wonderful in it than and still does as she stands in front of us. My whole life I have always wanted to have the confidence that I saw in Miss. Morgan’s eyes only it never happen. My father made sure of that every day of my life. I had thought, no, I had hoped that I could put that all be hide me once I had meet Myles. Only I was wrong and it made me weak all over again, which is why I believe it was so easy for Nigel to step in and take over my life.
And he did this is why I had kept my mouth shut the whole time he spoke to Miss. Morgan. Even one little hello would be too much for Nigel. I was to be seen and not heard no matter whose presents we were in. I was not surprised he had invited Miss. Morgan to walk with us. I knew he had his eye on her and one day if she was not careful he would take control over her life just as he had mine. With the knowledge there was nothing I could do I dropped my eyes back down. It did not take long for Nigel to start walking again only this time Miss. Morgan was walking to his right.
I probably would have never thought anything of it again after we dropped her off at her table if Miss. Morgan had not brought up the fact that Nigel had bought the dress for her. I could not believe him, he was already making his move on her. Was this his plan all along destroy my life and then drop me as if I was old news for a younger Miss. Morgan. I knew I should be jealous or even mad that he was looking at another woman; however, I was not. I was more concerned about what Nigel could and would do to Miss. Morgan. Thinking quickly a plan formed in my mind, now I just had to find the right time to sneak off to see Professor Dumbledore. Getting a little too lost in my plans to safe Evelyn I almost missed Nigel’s question about her. “Yes Nigel, she is,” I answered back quickly before he noticed anything was amiss while keeping a smile on my lips.
Taking my seat, I waited until Nigel had pushed in my chair to start fixing his plate making sure nothing touched. Gently I placed it down in front of Nigel before fixing my plate. With my plate fixed, I started to eat making sure the whole time I paid close attention to Nigel’s every need. I knew I had to do better if not for my sake than at least for Evelyn’s. If I could make Nigel, see that I was worth keeping that I could do better he would leave Miss. Morgan alone. She could go on with her life, marry someone who loved her not wanted to control her.
{Genre: Everything}{Gend: Female}{gen: Semi-SeriousPlus}{loc: Reid Cromwell}
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Danielle
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Posted February 12th, 2011 09:43 PM IP
As I took my seat next to my Alexis, I waited little before I heard her response to my question about my comely student. Despite the words that she spoke and the effervescent smile I saw against her lips from my peripheral vision at the time, the whole act was rather insincere. Her immediate agreement means nothing to her or to me, but I have grown accustomed to this egregious behavior from this woman that it doesn't surprise me in the least. I looked in her direction, despite my genuine desire to release myself from her existence for the night, but as my eyes surveyed her I should have realized what must have been drumming throughout that desolate mind of hers. Did she honestly suspect that such an incompetent female such as herself had the right to think that she was somehow worthy of the praise I bestowed upon Ms. Morgan? How those eyes glow with jealousy and contempt as if it is deserving. She has no reason or just to feel such an emotion. If she truly yearned for my affection and adoration then she should have proved it long ago, but even now that is not what she craves. No, it sickens me to say that the only reason which propels her to act in this wretched manner only makes sence in the terms of greed. Without me she would only be a fragment of what she is now, but the possibility seems more favorable to me everyday I am imprisoned with her nonsense.
Turning my head away, I focused away from her churlish attitude and paid more attention towards the plate of food in front of me. However, it wasn't long before my eyes gave way to a different subject as I heard the voice of Professor Nelson to my left. "There are only six more days till the election, my boy. How do you fair will be the outcome now?" I lowered my fork to spear some of the items on my plate, but gradually my dark eyes found his lighter ones. His face was burdened with seriousness over the matter, as was mine, but I sighed silently as I rested my silver wear against the porcelain to fully commit myself to this conversation.
"Walter E. Clemence still has my full support, of course, and therefore the outcome is obviously clear," I answered respectively. I knew my fellow colleague agreed, as well, but like other times in our past discussions, he was growing pessimistic and worried about the alternative. I saw this now as his brow furrowed, pressing his hirsute eyebrows tightly together as his mouth raised in the middle and fell against one side in contemplation. "I can see your unrest, Nelson," I drew to his attention, "but there is simply no need for it."
"Then I imagine you haven't read the latest Daily Prophet," he assumed with a grunt of disgust. It was apparently my turn to show my disapproval with my lips pressed in annoyance at the mere mention of my earlier displeasure.
"Yes, I saw it," I responded curtly as I went back to the plate of unfinished food. "I couldn't bear to read most of it, though."
"Well, that certainly makes two of us," he responded, turning away to tend to his stomach, also. "He's too inexperienced to understand the responsibilities he is willing to step into. He has not an inclination of what is to fall into his realm of thought. Not a single clue."
"It matters little. There's not a chance that he will win over someone like his opponent." I took a sip of the wine by my side, hoping to settle dear Nelson's worries somewhat, but while I placed my goblet in its proper spot, I saw his shoulder sag from a restless shrug of uncertainty despite my strongest conviction resting upon them. However, he gave me a pleasant smile with calmer eyes.
"We should talk more, Talbot. Would you care to join me after dinner? I have a nice bottle of gin from the Great War still sitting in my cabinet, waiting for our great debate to occur," he offered with a wider smile and twinkling eyes at the prospect. I could tell he was no stranger to the beverage, but he made sure he didn't overindulge unlike some bacchanalian creatures that serve this school. I myself wasn't attracted by its allure, but returned the amiable expression.
"I would be delighted, but I'll need some time to walk my Alexis back to her room for the night."
"Of course, of course. You can never be too careful around these corridors!" he directed not only to me but to my splendid companion, too. "I remember ten years ago when there was a bunch of rebellious ones wandering along. They caused quite a ruckus and a bit of damage. Still to this day my umbrella is but a charred remain. A wonderful reminder, though," he explained with a slight move of his head before he rised out of his chair. "Now, I'll see you when you are finished, my boy. Good night to you, Ms. James. You take care now, but I'm sure Nigel here will keep you out of harm's way." He smiled lightly at her before giving a final nod to me as he turned himself around to excuse himself.
It was only a few minutes later before I finished my meal. Standing up, I waited until Alexis followed before taking her hand and lead her to the double doors of the Great Hall, passing one final time for the night past Ms. Morgan's table. I could only give her a last smile before I was forced to remove her from my view and replace her with the corridor in front of me. As I stepped beyond the threshold, my smile faded as we continued to walk.
"Dinner was excellent tonight, don't you agree?" I asked as I normally did every night, but it seemed tonight I cared very littler for her answer as I didn't bother to even look at her as she spoke. I was pleased, however, that the walk remained short and we arrived in front of her quarters in a matter of minutes. "Have a good night, my dear," I told her before I let go of her hand to open her door. Turning on the lights, I stepped back to my original position and looked at her again. "Please, get some rest. I would feel much better if I didn't have to worry so much about you while I enjoyed myself tonight," I reminded her as I kissed her forehead barely before I withdrew myself from her skin. "You can rest assured knowing that I'll be back to check on you as soon as I am back, my darling." I smiled at her to ease her doubt before waiting for her to go in. It was only until I was persuaded that she would take my consideration to heart that I left to attend my invitation, but in all honesty, although it may sound unforgiving, I wasn't very concerned with her well being.
((Okay, I figured that it would make more sense if I wrote him coming back after reading how and when she does. Hope you like!))
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Posted January 9th, 2012 10:45 PM IP
I had thought I would have to wait until after dinner and I was back in my room alone before I could piece together a plan on how to keep Nigel away from Ms. Morgan; however, I lucked out on this night. With Professor Nelson holding Nigel's attention I was able to focus half my attention on what needed to be done so that Ms. Morgan would not draw anymore of Nigel's attention. The best plan of action I could come up with was to speak to Prefessor Dumbledore about having a private conversation with Ms. Morgan about how certain presonal relastionships were frowned upon when it came to a student and teacher relastionship.
My ownly problem now was finding a way to visit with Professor Dumbledore without Nigel knowing. There was no way I could go without Nigel wanting to know what was so important that I could not discuss it with him before hand or why I even had to see Dumbledore at all. In Nigel's eyes he was the only one I should need or want to talk with. The fact that I wanting to see Dumbledore or even to discuss something with him was a betrayal to Nigel as far as he was concern. In a way, I was betraying him by going to Dumbledore about the attention he was showing towards Ms. Morgan. That was neither here nor there for the simple fact that Ms. Morgan was still a child, a child that Nigel needed to stay away from.
I probably would have been struggling for days on how to find time to slip passed Nigel in order to see Dumbledore if Professor Nelson had not given me the prefect opportunity that very evening when he asked Nigel to join him for a night cap. Now my only worry was whether I would have enough time to see Dumbledore and make it back to my room before Nigel returned from Nelson's room. If I planned it just right I did not see how Nigel would have a single clue that I did not go right to bed after he left me at my door. With only half of dinner finished I spent the rest of it planning how I would make it to Dumbledore's office and back to my room before Nigel's return. I was so engrossed in my planning that I almost missed Nigel's signal that he was ready to retire for the night.
Standing quickly I pushed my chair in just before Nigel took hold of my hand. It took all that was inside me to not yank it from his grasp. I hated the feel of his skin on mine; however, I had put myself in this situation and now I had to live with the life I had chosen. With my eyes focused straight forward I did my best to ignore the fact that Nigel had made it a point to pass Ms. Morgan's table while exiting the great hall. What I could not ignore; however, was the smile Nigel gave to Ms. Morgan as we passed. While most would have thought I was jealous of the attention Nigel was giving to Ms. Morgan they would be very wrong. There was no jealous there at all. I was more worried about the life Nigel would force Ms. Morgan to live if he was able to get his hands on her. That was something I was not going to let happen no matter what it took.
Dropping my eyes to the floor once we had exited the great hall I waited for Nigel's nightly question about dinner. It did not take him long to ask it and with my best composer I answered him. "Yes, it was very lovely. Of course the company always has a way of making dinner so much more enjoyable." I was amazed at times on how well I could focus lies to come right out of my mouth without even blinking about the fact that they were nothing but lies. Arriving at my door quicker than I was use to I was glad that Nigel had chosen to keep our convertation short for the evening. With one deep breath I looked up into Nigel's eyes as he told me good night. "Thank you, Nigel. I hope you have a good time with Professor Nelson this evening," I spoke as he opened my door and turned on the lights.
"I would never think to do anything that would cause you to worry about me while you were out this evening," I informed him just after he kissed my forhead. Giving him one last smile I turned to step inside my room when I heard the words I knew he would speak before leaving me for the evening. To most they would have seen his words as being caring but I knew different. It was a straight out worrying that he would know if I took one step out of line while he was gone. However, if my plan worked he would never know that I left my room this evening. "That is very sweet of you Nigel to take such good care of me. You do however, need not worry I am going straight to bed and will probably sound asleep when you return. Good night, Nigel." With my last word spoken I made my way inside my room and shut the door.
Not sure if he would be listening to me to see if I was doing as I said I would I decided it would be best to start preparing myself for bed. I laid out my nightgown, washed my face and did my other nightly stuff before shutting out the lights. While I did everything I listened closely for Nigel's footsteps to be heading away from our doors. Once the lights were out I could still hear Nigel's shoes walking down the hall. That only lasted a few more minutes before there was nothing but silence coming from the hall. Slowly I opened my door and peeked my head out side of it to see if there was anyone standing in the hall. Glad to see it was empty I quickly heading in the opposite that Nigel had gone in. I knew this was the one thing to my advantage, Professor Nelson's room was on the other side of the school from Professor Dumbledore's.
With no time to waste I quickly make my way down the hall making sure the whole time that no is out where they can see me. In under five minutes I am standing in front of Professor Dumbledore's door. After knocking on the door I wait patiently for Dumbledore to answer. What felt as if it hours had passed was probably only seconds when Dumbledore opened the door slightly and called out, "Yes, who is it?"
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore its Professor James. I was wondering if I could speak to you for a few minutes?"
As I spoke the door opened fully to disclose Professor Dumbledore with a soft smile on his face. "Why, my dear girl what has you out so late and without Professor Talbot at that? Is something amiss?" Professor Dumbledore asked quite concerned.
"No, my professor nothing is amiss in the way that you are thinking. I just have a slight concern that I wish to speak with you about. If I might come in I will tell you what all this is about."
"Oh yes, my dear please, please do come in."
Once Professor Dumbledore had stepped to the side to allow me access to his room I hastily walked into the room. "I am truly sorry for disturbing you so late in the evening but I'm afraid this could not wait. I also did not know when I would get the chance again to speak with you privately again."
"No, no worries at all my dear. What is it that has you so worried this evening Professor James?"
"You see Professor Dumbledore it concerns a student. It seems that this student has caught the eye of a particular teacher and I find that such a relationship would not be good for the student. I was hoping that you might speak with the student. I would do it myself; however, I feel that it might cause more harm than good."
"I understand your feelings on this matter Professor James. You do know that you just have to say the word and you yourself could be free from such a relationship."
I was a little taken aback by Professor Dumbledore's words. It could not be possible that he knew what Nigel was doing to me. I had to be wrong there was no way that anyone saw the true Nigel but me. "I'm not sure what you are speaking up Professor but if you could please speak with Evelyn Morgan about this situation I would appreciate it greatly. Now I am truly sorry again to have bothered you so late in the evening; however, I must be on my way."
Stepping towards the door I went to open it but came to a stop when I head Professor Dumbledore speak once more. "My door will always be open to you Professor James no matter what the time is. You would do well to remember that if you ever do decided that you need or want my full help. Good night my dear."
Bring my hand up I covered my mouth to hold back the cry that so desperately wanted to excape. "Thank you Professor Dumbledore and good night to you as well." Forcing my feet to move I rushed out of the professor's room and down the hall. I knew there was not much time to spare before Nigel came back to check on me. If I was lucky enough I would make it back just in time to either change or just climb right into bed with my day clothes on. With one last turn I reached the hall that held the doors to Nigel's and my room. Not seeing anyone I rushed down the hall and quickly opened my door, stepped inside and closed it behind me. Not hearing any foot steps I grabbed the nightgown off my bed and changed into it. With in minutes of being back in my room I was climbing into my bad. Making sure to turn so that when Nigel checked on me he would only see the back of my head I closed my eyes and waited.
{Genre: Everything}{Gend: Female}{gen: Semi-SeriousPlus}{loc: Reid Cromwell}
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Danielle
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Posted January 14th, 2012 12:20 AM IP
Professor Nelson's room was on the other end of the castle from my own quarters. I didn't find the length of the walk unappealing, however, knowing the comfort in having the time of peace to finally relieve my mind from the dreadful air that my companion would produce and force me to swallow. Tonight her poison was even worse than previous times, and the cause being merely the fact that she bear witness to the conclusion that my expectations will no longer be as low as they once were with her. I feel freed, in a way, knowing that I no longer will have to continue to decline my standards to fit her insidious being. The way she hides behind that mask of consideration abrades against my tolerance for her selfish acts. So thin and cracked that mask she holds so dear to her face becomes every day and yet I doubt that she's even aware of my notice. As I adjust my collar faintly, I consider ways to alter that viewpoint, but only just for the moment; my mind will soon become preoccupied with something more immediately demanding.
I barely encountered anyone during this promenade, but eventually there would be someone skulking about that would ruin this mild pleasure of being a solitary man with only silence between the castle walls, only to bring something more intriguing to my mindset. It began with a noise of something hitting against the floor, but since the sound was muffled by the fibers of the carpet, the person responsible for its demise was at first unaware. As it was in my direction, I naturally approached it, and could determine easily that it was a journal. Unfortunately for the owner, the pages were revealed, and along with them the elegant script that showed the innards of his mind. My eyes were consumed by the words as I looked down on them, my head tilting to match the angle of the ink, and yet before I could completely discover the owner on my own accord, he unexpectedly appeared before me, snatching up the leather spine with one swoop.
Thick strands of his black hair dangled in front of his eyes, before he brushed them aside. "Professor," he greeted me with a short breath, as if he had suddenly realized the missing possession and had run to see its fate, but despite this he then smiled pleasantly, perhaps apologetically. In the corner of my eyes, I noticed he clutched the book surreptitiously under his arm, hiding it from my eager eyes to learn more. "Excuse my clumsiness, sir. It won't happen again."
"I take you at your word," I responded calmly, "but there was no harm in your actions. On the contrary, I found it most interesting."
"Oh?" he asked in a matching tone to mine with his eyebrows in a curious arch, but his Adam's apple bobbed with the sign of a hidden swallow of his nerves. Other than this, his face was completely free of worry. "How do you mean, sir?"
My lips drew into a slight smile, as I carefully surveyed him further. "I'm referring to your particular choice of French you have written on one of your pages," I explained. "It interests me that you would choose vol de mort of all phrases."
His own smile spread, but was uneven as the skin around his eyes became taut. "I will take that as a compliment, then, sir," he answered, before taking a step back casually. "It's late now, professor."
"Yes, it is. I offer my apologies for keeping you."
His head nodded once, gradually. "Good night, sir," he parted.
I watched him stay not a second longer before he turned to depart, continuing on his original direction until he was out of my sight. My eyes shifted to the side before my head followed the direction of its movement, as I gradually took my leave, as well. Now, my mind was set on something new and yet somewhat troubling in an amusing way. Vol de mort; flight of death. Poetically dark for a boy of fifteen, wouldn't you agree? I raised my chin and breathed out a curved smile at my inner thoughts. The boy, although bright, was and still is that meddlesome Dumbledore's responsibility. For one reason or another he was dredged up from the bottom of a muggle orphanage, and placed here to learn. Personally, I would have kept him there for his own sake, but as I mentioned, that is my very personal belief and one that I do not wish to elaborate on. Perhaps this is my brother inside of me giving me these wicked senses, but can you imagine how satisfying the image of Dumbledore's handsome and most notable protégé be if he was to become, dare I say, like my dear imprisoned brother one day? Forgive these thoughts if they're too much. There is still time to save him from this dangerous path, and one that I will most certainly try to stray him from, for the potential is far too great to simply turn away from.
My mind's voice on the matter is put to rest, though, when I arrive in front of Nelson's door. I knocked twice against the golden grain of the wood. Almost instantaneously the door flew inward, and my colleague stood in front of me with a cheery smile and overall demeanor to him. I could hear inside he was playing a recording of a symphony I knew well, making my ears become at ease by the mellifluous sound.
"Talbot, come in!" he greeted me cordially, stepping aside to allow me to enter easily. "Did Alexis keep you long?" he asked as I stepped inside of his quarters, the sound of the door resting inside of its frame came from behind me. I controlled myself not to sigh heavily at the mention of that woman's name when I had been given an adequate distraction from her caustic image.
"No," I replied, "I spoke to Tom Riddle for a brief period of time. Have I arrived late in the process?"
"Not at all! There was no deadline," he reminded me, waving off my concerns. He smiled in good spirits as he proceeded to amble over to the phonograph. "I'll turn this off so it doesn't get in the way of our conversations."
"It isn't bothersome to me, Nelson," I spoke as I began to slip off my evening jacket. With the piece of cloth wrapped around over my arm, I walked over to his sitting area, which was a few yards away from the muggle device.
"If you insist," he shrugged, glancing in my direction behind his shoulder. "Sit down, my boy. Make yourself at home. I'll pour out the drinks. I've been waiting for a very long time to be able to share this with someone whose company I actually enjoyed." He chuckled lightheartedly, making a smile tug at my lips as I followed his directions, taking my seat, where to my left a fireplace was, crackling peacefully.
During his time with the arrangements, I took pleasure in examining his room. The majority of the room was made of elegantly simple carvings of wood and trim stained in a rich chestnut color. Each piece was masterful, but together they formed a grand collection of art in architectural form. Paneling was at the heart of the design concept, as it ran around the walls of the room from above and below the chair moulding. My eyes wandered up to the ceiling with further interest, noticing the matching crown moulding, and the golden chandelier in the middle of the room. Its arms were outstretched to an upward turning curve, ending with a crystal globe.
"Do you have an interest in architecture?"
Gently, I moved my attention back towards my host for the night, seeing the glasses in his hands with a small amount of his prized gin inside of them as he offered one to me. "Of sorts, I suppose," I answered, accepting the beverage courteously. "I admire this style in particular more than others."
He sat down in the remaining chair, which sat opposite to mine. "Ah, you have good taste, then," he praised. "It's been this way ever since I moved in, and I haven't touched a single thing. I don't see a reason why I would. It reminds me very fondly of my youth when this sort of thing was popular, you see," he continued, before he brought his glass to his mouth with care.
"You're fortunate, Nelson, to have such memories in a setting of time I can only be jealous of."
Unsurprisingly he laughed, and shook his head. "Luck has never smiled on me. You are the one that has the good fortune. You're still young enough to have the ambition and will to change the world, so the good of the past can be brought to the present. I just have memories; you have the future."
I absorbed his words thoughtfully, before I held the glass in my hand, jostling it so the liquid inside swirled, exposing my spoiled sense of only obtaining wine. Eventually the motion stopped as my fellow professor relaxed further into his chair.
"Speaking of the future," his voice started to fill the room again, "what has Alexis planned for your birthday? Anything exceedingly special?"
I found this moment right to finally try his drink of choosing briefly. "She has mentioned something in passing," I explained, "but I find myself anticipating the outcome of the election more than the celebration of another year in existence."
He nodded with a grin. "It will be a good one, at the very least."
"You sound mildly pessimistic, once more," I noted.
"Not to the extent as last time. Thanks to you, by the way. I did think about what you had said previously, and it did ease some nerves. Not all, but some."
"I'm glad I could be of assistance."
His blue eyes twinkled before raising his glass and taking another generous sip. "Forgive me for asking," he began softly, "but is there something amiss between your relationship with Ms. James?"
My chin raised insignificantly as I took in the question, before my eyes moved their sights to my arm against the arm rest with a look of tiring proportions. "Perhaps," I sighed. "I can't be sure of the reason, though." I glanced at him, before I set the barely touched liquid on the stand beside me.
He frowned heavily at my remarks with his sincerest sympathy. "Well, you are amongst a friend. If you feel like I can help in a way, just let me know."
I turned back to him and offered a thankful smile that overtime disappeared. "I appreciate your helping hand, but the oddest things are occurring, Nelson. She's become an acrid human being to me. She abashes me constantly in public, but makes certain that nobody we know sees, so if I were to ever tell someone, like I am telling you, the person would simply disregard it. She is also frigidly cold inside. I can feel it whenever I hold her hand, and the worst part is that I attempt to move past these troubles, but they continue to get worse as if my tolerance is nothing."
"I give you my heartiest apologies for bringing such a matter to our night," he remorsed.
My head shook slowly. "Don't be. It's better that I clear the air," I responded lightly, then smiled to myself. "I know I am becoming unwelcome in my Alexis' thoughts, but maybe it is for the better." I noticed Nelson's eyes lighten with a curious sense, before I continued. "There has been another that in my time of distress has shone to me."
"Indeed?" he questioned before he took in a contemplating breath, leaning back into his chair. "Do you fancy her more than Alexis?"
"It's much more complicated than a decision of preferring one to the other," I remarked. "Although it pains me to mention him, before his sudden madness, I made a promise to my brother to care for her. The task, obviously, has grown difficult to keep, but how can I not? It could have been the last sane request he made."
He bided his time, taking a lengthy swallow of his drink, before looking at me with a comforting sense, but one of importance. "I'm truly sorry to say this, do believe me, but he is a very ill man, Talbot. Don't restrain your happiness because of his will."
I let the back of my knuckles shield my mouth, before my eyes found his again. "I appreciate your advice," I told him, withdrawing my hand from my face before I stood, "but I think it is time for me to retire. We will have to do this again at a later time. I enjoyed our conversation immensely."
The older man stood up and gave his approval in the shape of a firm nod and the pleasant smile I was used to seeing him wear. "Agreed. I do hope that we are both in higher spirits next time, as well. I wish you the best with Ms. James, but as you say, maybe this other woman will be more pleasing towards your well-being."
"Thank you. I wish the very same. Good night, Nelson."
"Same to you, my boy."
I gave him a final bow of my head before departing from his presence, and shortly thereafter, I was once again in more familiar settings, as I silently opened my Alexis' door to check on her health. She was still my responsibility, after all, still mine to look over. Inside her room was completely deprived of light. I flicked my wand, and delicately the flames in the fixtures rose to soft glow, just enough for me to make my way without mistake yet gentle enough for my darling to not be disturbed. In another moment I was in her bedroom. Behind my back, I held the door knob just enough to watch her sleeping figure underneath the sheets. My head tilted to the side, my lips in a downward slant against the ends as I stared at this woman's slumber. Drawing in my breath, I had enough of my observation of her, growing exhausted rather quickly. It was only the pleasure of knowing that my dear Alexis' reputation would soon turn truthful, free of the misguided lies she spun for all to see that brought a newfound smile to my face as I left her room.
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