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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Mar 7 2015, 09:04:33 PM Post #181 | ||
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It happened so slowly. Her voice, a strangled war cry, was swept away in a breeze. Merida and Alexander disappeared into the air, only rippling air where they had once been standing. Carmen found herself gasping, unable to breathe for a great pressure was now settling onto her chest. It reminded her of the darkness that Theodore had, wrapping around her in dark tendrils. His face fluttered across banners as the crowd's voices began to shout – his face, strong and firm, alongside his Quidditch numbers. Sweden roared, and Carmen winced as a small hand reached for hers. Carmen blinked back tears as she looked down at the ground. Little Iso, eyes round and wet with tears, looked up at Carmen. She reminded Carmen of Poppy. Gently, Carmen swallowed a sob and forced a smile. “That's sweet of you to hold my hand,” said Carmen, giving it a squeeze. Her voice broke and she looked back up, towards the image of Alexander. Where there was Iso, there was Antoine. Carmen turned as he approached them; perhaps she knew he would always come. Standing there, without Merida or Alex, felt empty. She missed Theodore. Lunette. She missed the people who would forever be bound to her by their regrets. The feeling was unique and terrible. “They love him,” said Carmen, looking all around them. She was finding it difficult to meet Antoine's eyes; she was sure that it was obvious she had been crying, but then, catching his glance would only make it more obvious. “How do we even know what's right or wrong anymore?” How frightening a thought: to know that Alexander DeWitt was good at heart, and to know that his fingerprints bore blood's sick stains... “While we're waiting on a resolution to the game, we should really remark on the public – I dare say, even Japan is cheering for young DeWitt! Tell me, Donatella. What do you make of all of this?” chirped Eddie Carrow. “I knew Alexander before this glory and gore,” Donatella's voice, sweet but strong, met Carmen's ears. Carmen remembered Donatella's warmth, and wondered what she was thinking now. “He was a strong, sharp boy. After all he's been through, some would regard him as a hero. These are trying times, Eddie.” A hero. Carmen exhaled. “Hey, Antoine. Do you ever think we'll be able to hang out and have things be normal?” she asked, finding her voice. “Like, one day when we're fifty, do you think our kids will be running around Hogwarts and we'll be able to get a coffee and forget about this day?” She already knew the answer, and she regretted asking Antoine as soon as the words fell from her lips. If there was one thing that Carmen had learned in her life about Antoine, it was that she should never ask a question if she was not prepared to hear the answer. |
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| Ariella de Pointe du Lac | Mar 7 2015, 09:43:57 PM Post #182 | ||
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"What are you guys doing up here?" Dave spoke quite loudly, as the stadium was now roaring with sound. “We're eloping,” said James promptly. “I was wondering if you would be kind enough to be my best – ” “I can't find Ioanna, and after the morning she's had, I don't think this whole Alexander DeWitt is The Chosen One thing is very smart,” said Ariella, speaking over James enough to drown out the sound of his joking. She ignored the color that crept up her neck, turning her cheeks a blotchy, parchment pale against crimson splotches. The crowd was lurching forward, arms flailing. It reminded Ariella of statues she had seen once of the goddess Kali, with her luminous blue skin and dozens of arms tangled amongst each other. More than anything, Ariella wanted to know that Ioanna was safe so that she could crawl beneath her covers and pretend that the world around them was not totally going up in flames. Wishful thinking, she thought to herself. “The Chosen One has a nice ring to it, though,” mused James, eyes glinting. “And it seems like everyone's getting pretty into it.” “Billie Baker is gone,” said Ariella shortly, still not comprehending how such a thing could happen. Her face kept swimming in Ariella's mind. The word Daddy – a girl's cry – was etched into her memory. “And I can't find my sister. I don't really care what people are getting into anymore.” “Jesus, woman,” whistled James. “We've got a tough one on our hands, Dave. Let me ask you this. Have you eaten anything today, Ariella?” Ariella blinked. “Well, I kind of woke up too late to really... eat.” “Ah, classic. You're hungry. It's why you look paler than Ioanna right now, and why you totally want to rip out our jugulars. Consider it, you know, an instinct,” said James, smiling. “Sadly, I don't think we can scrounge up any hotdogs for you right now, considering that the end of the world is upon us. Should we repent for our sins now, or later?” In spite of herself, Ariella cracked a grin. “We might as well start now. It might take me the rest of the day to get through my list. Anyway...” Ariella glanced upwards, towards the VIP suites settled in the face of the stadium. “I'm sure Ioanna's around here somewhere. She always seems to be able to walk through fire and come out without a scratch.” “She might wanna look into that,” snorted James. “Here, let's sit before you pass out. Dave, wanna introduce us to your new friends, or do they not speak English?” |
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| Antoine Belrose | Mar 7 2015, 10:33:34 PM Post #183 | ||
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Iso glared at Antoine for picking her up. In her eyes she wasn't a small seven year old, but a full grown adult-oriented was the same attitude Antoine had had. Reaching back she grabbed Carmen's hand again, if only to show power over her cousin. "I'm Isobella, and you already know Tony. You're the girl from the stories, the one whose hair is so blonde it's white..." Iso paused momentarily, and then nodded as if remembering Carmen's name. "You are Carmen. And... Merida took away Alex?" Iso frowned as she thought. Antoine shook his head as the crowd demanded Alex's return. "Carmen..." Antoine was at a loss for words. How were they expected to know right from wrong? When had the world become so blurred between good and evil, between black and white? "I don't know." Antoine was helpless in a sea of events he had absolutely no control over. The even admit he had no idea was what showed how desperate Antoine was. Before Antoine could answer Iso tilted her head and stared at the Prime Ministers. Antoine's eyes grew wide and he tightened his grip on Iso's hand. He was pretty sure she was about to try and make a run for it, to ask for Merida back. "No one in Wizarding History is going to forget this day Carmen." It wasn't everyday that star quidditch players were arrested at a match. It certainly wasn't everyday, that the Prime Ministers of two different countries had a diplomatic meeting on the quidditch field, in front of thousands of wizards. "We will be lucky to make it to fifty, but if we do perhaps things will be normal. It would be a nice change of pace. " Everything Antoine had known so far in his life had been a mess. Nothing was normal by any standard. Iso promptly sat down to try and wiggle her hand free of Antoine's. It was clear that she had grown bored with this and was trying to get away, again. Antoine feared she would pull the dreaded, 'he's not my parent' thing she did when Iso wanted to bolt. Iso looked to Carmen, as if Carmen could understand that all Iso wanted was Merida back. "Tony. I want Merida." Antoine ground his teeth, as Iso's tone indicated that she was on a verge of a break down. Instead of snapping at the little girl, like he wanted to, he sat down beside her. "Yes, sometimes we don't get everything we want." Antoine looked up to Carmen, he wondered if she would sit down too. "See, those people there are talking about what will happen." Antoine pointed where Iso had been shooting daggers. He hoped at least one of the Prime Ministers had ab idea of what was right and what was wrong.Antoine motioned for Carmen to sit. It seemed it would be a while before the match would restart. |
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| Addie Lumineux | Mar 7 2015, 11:10:17 PM Post #184 | ||
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Addie's eyes shifted to Emma as the vines creeping over her arms retreated, a faint bit of relief warming her. The woman then shifted her eyes to her god-daughter, scrutinizing her silently. She wanted to catch Carmen's eye, to reassure her that all they wanted DeWitt for was questioning; legally, there wasn't much they could do to him for waving a flag. Unfortunately, Carmen seemed to sense Addie's intent. She was gone in an instant. The auror bit down on her lip lightly, feeling her stomach twist. She just hoped Carmen didn't go and get herself in trouble. Well, perhaps the end of this madness was nearing. At the very least, the ministers were on the pitch talking. Some sort of resolution had to come out of that. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Mar 8 2015, 12:26:12 AM Post #185 | ||
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Antoine's words, so careful, reminded Carmen of back when they were not friends, but tributes. “You're the girl from the stories, the one whose hair is so blonde it's white...” Carmen had hated how charismatic Antoine was back then, his dark, handsome features obscuring even Carmen's glittering beauty. It was as if each word he spoke was crafted of gold, and every time he spoke, someone was gifted in his presence. Suddenly – Carmen wasn't sure how – Antoine morphed from an angelic Beauxbatons warrior, light on his feet, to something decidedly human. It was a relief to hear the strain in his voice; it told her that she wasn't alone. Still, there was something so ridiculous about plopping onto the Quidditch Pitch among the chaos. Carmen stared at Iso, unable to stop herself from tearing her eyes away from the girl's petulant, but innocent, face. She was so like Poppy that Carmen felt hurt in a way she never knew she could; maybe, she thought, this is how my mother feels. All the time. She had seen the creases collecting at the corners of Emma Gray's eyes, worry slowly indenting a face once cut from porcelain. Her heart, overwhelmed by the pressing need to save those younger than her, was destined to give out. Carmen frowned, wondering if she or Antoine would ever be able to save Iso from the same fate. One day, Iso would wake up haunted by the same nightmares that followed them all. One day, she would understand. The inevitability of it felt anticlimactic. Carmen heaved a great sigh and plopped down, next to Antoine. She smiled, admiring the strength of Iso's whine. Nothing could shake the unfaltering determination of a young girl, and Antoine certainly had his hands full. It was endearing. “Tony,” repeated Carmen, smiling at the nickname. It was strange how normal it sounded, and it almost felt wrong. Nothing was normal. “It's strange, you know. Where were they when we were...” Her voice trailed off. It wasn't McKenna's fault. Or was it? Was Carmen's life her own demise, or could she feel justified in blaming those around her for failing her? “Merida will be back soon, Isobella,” said Carmen quickly, wishing she hadn't said a damn thing. “That's a lovely name. Cela me rappelle la maison.” Speaking of home... She wondered suddenly how long it would take her Aunt Addie to march down here. She wondered if her mother would be able to make it down without having a heart attack. |
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| Antoine Belrose | Mar 8 2015, 01:17:23 AM Post #186 | ||
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Antoine shook his head in an apology to Carmen. Those stories were g-rated, since Iso was still afraid of most magic. They were the tells of how Carmen had out thought Antoine, and how there really were dragons in life. But never, never, did he tell Iso about the forest or the maze, or how he lost his eyesight. It was always just the glamorous parts of the Tournament. Antoine's eyes darkened at Carmen's question. "They were right there, cheering you and Teddy on, but never enough to step in." The Tournament caused deaths, everyone knew that. Just typically, it wasn't the spectators who died. Iso turned towards Carmen and scooted closer to her. It was evident she was mad at Antoine. "Look. I'm a pirate. " Iso removed the ring on her ring finger, and off came the finger. When Iso had been kidnapped she'd lost her finger, and in an attempt to make her feel normal Antoine had charmed the ring to act like glue for the young girl. "See? Tony did some magic, and now I have a finger again." Iso put the ring and the finger back on. Lowering her voice she nodded at Carmen, "He said you were pretty, like Repunzel." Iso's favorite things at the moment were Disney princesses, but her favorite was the little red head from Brave. "Iso." Antoine shook his head at his little cousin. This was sure to bring about more questions then answers. With everything that had happened in Carmen's own family in the last year, Antoine hadn't a single thought that she would realize what had gone on in his own life. It wasn't as if he broad casted his problems to the world. Antoine ran a hand over his face as Iso chatted the whole plot of Peter Pan to Carmen. Honestly, he was glad she wasn't throwing a fit over Merida not being here. As soon as he thought it, he saw Iso tense up. Reaching over he picked Iso up, it was one of the few times he was glad she was the size of an average five year old. Iso started whimpering first and then crying, and hitting Antoine, speaking a mix of French and English, with some Russian numbers thrown into the mix. It was clear Iso was emotionally drained. She called for Merida, and blamed Antoine for not finding Billie. Both of which broke his heart. Over Iso's head Antoine mouthed an apology to Carmen. "Now is as good a time as any to tell you Billie is missing." In case Carmen had missed that portion of Iso's fit. The little girl was still crying, but now it wasn't nearly as violent as it had been just moments ago. |
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| Emily Pemberly | Mar 8 2015, 09:53:46 AM Post #187 | ||
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Emily hiccupped, her fingers were trembling as Ree fiddled with the wallet from her purse. Emily gulped, taking in the words which Ree said with such wisdom. She needed to hear someone say something about this issue, she needed a second opinion and Elisamarie was perfect for this. She knew just what to say to make Emily think. Her mother couldn’t do that, and yet she did. She didn’t even deny it, or try to. Emily could see her mother’s face twist and change as the news was revealed. As though she didn’t need to act anymore. She found herself nodding at the father comment, he looked just as shocked as she did. But he would stand by her mother, and was that a good thing or a bad thing? Emily couldn’t tell anymore. She nodded again when it came to her brother, he would always be there for her. There was no question about that. “But she’d my sister, we’re related! Shouldn’t that…” That was when the words of a certain Gryffindor rung in her ears. Maybe it has something to do with her mom leaving her and starting a whole new family without telling her? Emily gulped, she wanted to talk to Gwen and Tobias. She felt as though she needed to, it was something which she just had to do and she couldn’t stop at the first few hurdles. Emily looked at Ree and tried to smile as she sniffed. “Thanks, I… Thank you.” Emily said wiping her fingers under her eyes and letting out a small laugh. She wondered how crazy she actually looked in that moment. |
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| Imogen Nott | Mar 8 2015, 09:59:55 AM Post #188 | ||
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Imogen shoved through the crowd as she tried to make her way down to where Carmen was situated on the field. But it seemed as though everything was in her way, she couldn’t even try to get down the stairs because of the overcrowding and aurors from all over were insistent on people staying away from the corridors to the pitch. Imogen sighed with anger as she spun her body around and began to shove through another section of the crowd. What was she going to do? Imogen darted to the left of the stadium and pushed past a bunch of students to get to the front of the stands. Although some people protested, Imogen just shot them glares. The chanting of Alex was contagious, but all Imogen could think about was what type of trouble Carmen was going to get herself into. She wanted to see if her friend was okay, but there was nothing she could do but watch at the side-lines. She was a spectator to this and she wasn’t sure if it was even going to make it to the actual match. If it was cancelled Imogen would just apparate out of there and go back home. Home meaning the orphanage. “This isn’t safe,” Imogen muttered to herself as she turned to look at the crowd behind her, all pushing into one another and screaming through their crooked teeth. They wanted Alex and they wanted the match to go on. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Mar 8 2015, 01:23:10 PM Post #189 | ||
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Iso surprised Carmen, wriggling her lost finger with the joyous smile of someone determined to be unique. Carmen's smile widened, though it was growing increasingly hard to pretend that it wasn't draining her. "He said you were pretty, like Repunzel." Carmen chuckled, long curls bouncing. “Not as pretty as you, Iso.” Her voice, warm, grew strained. Iso's chatter was distracting, at least, and for that, Carmen was thankful. She wasn't sure that she'd be able to keep up with smiling anymore. Her teeth were digging into her bottom lip; her tongue tasted some metallic and coppery. Blood. Iso's screams snatched Carmen from the thoughtful reverie she had fallen into. Carmen felt the last whole pieces of her heart shatter as Iso's wild screams rippled the air around them; Antoine's firm arms weren't enough to contain her. She writhed, limbs kicking and flailing, and Carmen watched. Half of her was horrified. Half of her was blinking back tears and – “What do you mean, missing?” said Carmen sharply. Her face, once soft with empathy for Iso, hardened. Even in the daylight, sparkling like a dove, Carmen's expression was mutinous. Another one missing? Billie... Billie, who Carmen had just seen. Billie, who... Carmen... If Carmen had eaten any breakfast, it would have painted the grass beneath her. Instead, she buried her face in her hands. When she spoke, her voice was muffled. “What can we do? Is there anything I can do? I owe her – ” An apology. A something. Anything. Everything. Damn it, Carmen. |
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| Antoine Belrose | Mar 8 2015, 02:00:31 PM Post #190 | ||
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Iso was still crying into Antoine's shoulder. He supposed he should be used to this by now. Talking over her fits. "She is missing. Amelia sent out a letter this morning, and we all searched for her... until her dad sent us away." Which is why Brock wasn't here. Antoine had a strong dislike for the man. Even thinking of him made Antoine's blood boil. "There is nothing we can do." Nothing but pray and wait. Antoine could sense Carmen's panic, but he couldn't calm both Iso and Carmen down. He wasn't skilled enough for it. He had a hard enough time with just Iso. "I do too." Antoine's voice was strained and quiet. The only sign that he was effected by Billie's disappearance. "We just have to hope she is found." Alive. Antoine didn't know how to make any of this okay. There wasn't a way to, except to find Billie. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Mar 9 2015, 11:49:05 AM Post #191 | ||
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Carmen felt something rise in her mouth, as if she had been biting down on her tongue. It pulsed with pain; something salty, like blood, filled her mouth. She said nothing, but stared at the rustling blades of grass before her. Merida and Alex... Her mind filled with twisting images of them, Alexander's hands bound together. Billie... Carmen swallowed, unable to look at Antoine or hear the high-pitched screeches spilling from Iso, a tide to which she was helpless. They would find Billie. They had to. “Exactly how long does it take two Ministers to talk?” asked Carmen, growing angry. Somewhere, Billie was missing. Elsewhere, Alexander was... being sent to Azkaban? Surely not. And still, all McKenna and DeWitt wanted to do was talk in a field surrounded by their entire world. They don't give a damn about us, thought Carmen wildly. Her hands balled into fists and she tugged at the grass around her. Only about appearances. Who's wrong now? |
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| Klara Enden-Bedeaux | Mar 10 2015, 09:09:20 AM Post #192 | ||
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"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Klara snapped under her breath. She stood up, wine still in hand, and leaned closer to the window of the Montague box to see what was happening on the pitch. "Now they've got McKenna down there. If she has anything to do with it, this game will never start." Klara thought of Maxwell. Where was that boy? Out in this madness, with both angry Aurors and Vox running amok? Leave it to him to get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Max was reckless. He'd end up in custody, or worse, like Vera. Klara wouldn't let that happen. "If you'll excuse me," Klara said to Camille and Isabella, "I've got recover my grandson before he does something typically stupid." With a SNAP!, she Apparated from the booth. |
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| Antoine Belrose | Mar 10 2015, 12:39:05 PM Post #193 | ||
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Antoine shrugged. If he wasn't afraid of how much trouble Iso would get into he would have let her go. The little girl only wanted Merida back, after all. There was no way to explain to a child, that Merida's job was important, and that there was more going on here. "They are probably debating on bringing Alex back." It seemed that was a plausible explanation. "They don't want a riot on their hands." Antoine rubbed Iso's small shoulders. Finally she seemed to be calming down. Iso poked her head up. "I was supposed to meet the Prime Minister, remember?" It was true, after Iso had been found the Ministry had wanted to show how much they cared, show how they were helping people, and what better way then to showcase a found, missing child. It helped that Iso had the Belrose good looks. Instead, Iso hadn't been able to remember anyone, and the healers had thought it would be to traumatizing to the little girl to have all those new people barge into her life. Antoine shook his head, he wasn't sure which ministry it had been who had planned all of that. "Iso, I don't think the Swedish Prime Minister even knew you were missing." He hadn't a clue about any of that. In fact, Antoine was glad his family wasn't a pawn of the ministry, to be used for good public relations. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Mar 10 2015, 01:18:38 PM Post #194 | ||
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“I’m confident that they don’t care about any of us anymore,” said Carmen, lips pursed angrily. She couldn’t stop staring at Iso – it was almost as if she felt guilty around the little girl – and Carmen looked upwards, scanning the crowds. Was Lunette here somewhere, her hair glinting like rays of sunshine on a summer morning? Was she dressed in powder blue silk, clutching a throat lined with small pearls like a thin scar? Worse yet… was Theodore here, lingering in the darkness, wondering what could twist his cousin into such a stranger? Carmen felt her fingertips tingle with anxiety. Somehow, through everything, she and Antoine had remained friends while the rest of Carmen’s memories of the tournament – those stolen moments with Theodore, Donatella’s laugh, Lunette’s smirks and side glances – had faded away. She wondered distantly why she felt frightened of reaching out to them; even thinking of Merida, despite her relationship with Antoine, made Carmen’s stomach churn with guilt. Carmen hadn’t exactly been nice to anyone then. She wasn’t really sure if she was nice now, but she was certainly nicer. “When this is all said and done, we should all try to reconnect,” said Carmen casually. “I’d love to, you know, just grab a drink with Merida and you. And maybe we can invite Lunette. And maybe…” We could invite someone else, too. Behold, your Triwizard Tournament tributes... |
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| Antoine Belrose | Mar 10 2015, 01:40:11 PM Post #195 | ||
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The words tumbled out of Iso's mouth before Antoine could stop her. "Merida stays with us sometimes, we have a big house, with lots of room to run and play we could all have wine, well except me. I would have grape juice." Antoine's jaw dropped at Iso. Clearly she was excited about meeting the other Tributes, and why wouldn't she be? The little girl thought of Carmen and Teddy as a couple, and of Lunette as some mystical bad ass who wore pearls. "I'm sure sometime we could all have a meet up. The media would love all of us hanging out." Antoine smirked and rolled his eyes. He knew without Carmen saying it, that Teddy was going to be invited by Alex or himself. Antoine's eyes glazed over as he remembered back to when he'd first seen Carmen. How cocky he had been, how bitchy she'd been. In retrospect he probably shouldn't have behaved the way he did. Things were different now, perhaps it was the fact that Antoine and Carmen were alike in so many ways. They both put on masks to deal with outsiders, although Antoine's was a quite a bit thicker, and they were from the same country, they'd been through the Tournament together, and survived. Antoine couldn't be one hundred percent sure what changed in between them, but he could be glad it did. "Please say you'll visit. Please Carmen?" Obviously Iso needed interaction with people other then family, way more then Antoine had originally thought. "You can bring your boooyyyfriend." Antoine sat horrified at Iso. He'd hidden how poor he was for ages, if his little cousin had it her way she'd be inviting the entire Wizarding world to their home. |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Mar 10 2015, 02:01:48 PM Post #196 | ||
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Instantly, Carmen thought of Elias, all dark hair glinting gold in the sunlight and eyes so piercing, they could snap Carmen’s neck if he willed it – but he wouldn’t. He was a sonnet of summer, and his warm hands clasping her own felt more reassuring than Carmen could have ever imagined. But her heart still sank deep at the thought of Theodore Julian Wickham, as if he would always be somewhere in the background of her life, eyes narrowed. He would always be a fixture in her mind, even when Carmen desperately wished that he would just disappear. She hated him. She didn’t hate him at all. Maybe that was the problem, and that was the worst thing of all… But Carmen smiled. “Whatever you want, Iso. I’d bring the Prime Minister himself if you asked me to – although, I’m not entirely sure that he’d want to talk to anyone but McKenna right now. It looks like they’re becoming best friends. After all, why would they be talking for so long?” Her innocence was precious. Carmen couldn’t exactly meet Antoine’s eyes as she looked back towards the crowd. When she spoke, her voice sounded distant to herself, as if someone else was speaking. “The media… right. It doesn’t have to be such a big event, you know. But it might be nice for us all to get together, especially if Alex…” Doesn’t rot away in Azkaban. “Think of it like a support group. I’m not entirely sure I want Alex to come.” I’m not entirely sure he is who he says he is. “But, you know what? Screw it. We’re about to graduate, and then what? We’ll have wished we tried to make it work.” Or wished we would have stayed alone. “Even if it’s just you, me and Merida,” snorted Carmen, imagining the trio sitting around a bottle of wine. The thought – once troubling – was comforting. “You know, they say your best friends were always almost once your competition. It’s only half true, I think.” |
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Iso beamed over at Carmen And crawled off of Antoine's lap onto the ground. Quickly she wiped away the tears that had fallen from her face. "You can go get Merida?" Iso looked at Carmen with wide eyes. Her voice held the childish hope that hadn't been squished yet. "A support group? " It made sense to him, Antoine's relationship with Merida was based on the fact that they knew each other, and what they knew what they each had been through. "Teddy won't come unless Alex is there..." Antoine didn't ever even see Teddy unless it was in a brief passing. There wasn't a chance in hell that Antoine's invitation would make Teddy come to the meeting. Although just having a drink with Merida, and Carmen didn't seem like a bad idea to Antoine. |
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| Booker DeWitt | Mar 13 2015, 05:13:30 PM Post #198 | ||
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Within a matter of a few minutes, the stadium began to roar with protest, their screams vigorous and infectious as they deafened Booker's ears. Impressed, Booker glanced up at the thousands of faces in the stands above him, their faces barely distinguishable among the country colors. Morons. Booker thought with a snort, rubbing his chin. Alexander's face appeared on the floating banners, stoic and determined. A sudden thought pierced Booker's mind: If Alexander were to be returned, and the match was allowed to continue, then Sweden's chance of losing would be diminished. There was not a doubt that Alexander was a beast on the pitch, and though Japan had put up a great fight in the first, brief minutes of the game, it was evident that Sweden was going to prevail. If Sweden won, then Booker would lose thousands. Booker dabbed at the sweat the clung to his temple. He glanced wearily at his brother, Timothy, who met his gaze with a knowing smirk. Booker's stomach began to clench with unease again. Damn it. He thought, inhaling shakily. Damn the Vox Populi. Damn Alexander. What good was his son if he wasn't loyal to his own name? "Are you sure that is a risk you're willing to take, Minister McKenna?" Booker tried subtly, attempting to change her mind. "Alexander will fully accept any and all punishments by the British Ministry. He's learned his lesson." |
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| Alexander DeWitt | Mar 13 2015, 05:52:07 PM Post #199 | ||
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CRACK! Alexander stood firmly beside Merida Gottlieb, his jaw clenched and his bones singing with honor. Bound by chains, he remained as still as stone, too fearful should the Minister regret her decision. "Has Minister McKenna had a sudden change of heart?" "It seems she has! Due to popular demand, Alexander DeWitt has been returned to the pitch!" The chants began to intensify, accompanied by screams of adoration, laced with passion and pride. Alexander couldn't believe that he was adored by many; a smile involuntarily crossed his face. He felt the love radiate from the fans. This was something to document for the rest of his life. Someday, when he was old and tired, he would remember the moment when his name was on the lips of every wizard in the stadium. "Didn't know I was that important." Alexander joked, his grin taunt and apologetic. Without a word, Merida pulled him forward, and willingly, Alexander followed, an animal lead on rope. They walked toward the cluster of aurors in the center of the pitch, and Alexander could distinguish his father among them, tall and brooding. Every vein in Alexander's wrist went cold. Merida returning him to the pitch wasn't Booker's decision. Alexander was supposed to purposefully lose the match - lose the gold, but win thousands in his back pocket. This decision had been debated internally for months, resulting in sleepless nights, skipped meals, flat conversations. How could Alexander relinquish everything he had worked diligently for? Alexander was willing to wager that his father was attempting to change McKenna's mind. In order for Japan to win, as planned, Alexander would need to be removed from the match. Truthfully, Alexander hadn't anticipated that his stunt would be taken so seriously, but there he was, chains and all. And now, it was only a matter of important seconds to alter his future. Would he return home as a champion or a criminal? Merida and Alexander stopped a few feet away from the Ministers. Curiously, Alexander glanced between the two, sensing a tense atmosphere that went beyond differing political views. If Alexander knew anything about his father, he knew that he hated dealing with women. "Minister McKenna," Alexander bowed his head respectfully. He straightened his posture, his spine stiff, his voice firm. |
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| Ioanna MacGowan | Mar 15 2015, 03:42:48 PM Post #200 | ||
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The chaos of Alex DeWitt's World Cup demonstration had ceased to be interesting to Ioanna; in the blink of an eye, it had ceased to matter. She wasn't sure exactly when the world around her stopped being important, but she knew she was no longer drawn to it. One minute, she was wondering just what DeWitt had hoped to accomplish, and the next: she could only think of Billie. No matter how hard she tried to focus on anything Professor Gray or anyone in the room was saying, her heart--no, her entire body was being pulled back in time towards that one singular moment when she'd given up the search. Somehow, she'd blocked it all out until now, but she couldn't think of anything else. The gentle throbbing in her chest made itself known; her entire core felt weak. Unable (or unwilling) to stand any longer, she made to go sit in the corner. To the people speaking loudly in the box, she was oblivious as she sunk low into the corner. None of them mattered. There was no moving on from this point. Whatever ability she had to cope had been left behind in that shack, rotting away. She felt like she might cry, but she didn't. She just stared out into nothing: empty, endless nothing. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Mar 15 2015, 03:47:35 PM.
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