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| Sweden vs Japan: Quidditch World Cup Final; Year 4 - Day 16 - QWC - Day 6 - 12pm | |||||||
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| Alexander DeWitt | Feb 28 2015, 12:55:24 PM Post #81 | ||||||
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As soon as Daisy's voice faded, the cues were triggered, and red flags unfurled in the place of Sweden and Japan's banners. Suddenly, smears of red began to appear randomly in the crowd, and as the aurors scrambled to erase their presence, Alexander began to dart across the field, his arm raised as he flew the Vox Populi's flag in the view of thousands. Static. Suddenly, Daisy Fitzroy was a ghost in everyone's memory. "The match!" Donatella cried through the static, her tears staining her cheeks. "The match has begun! The match has begun! Svensson takes the quaffle! Alexander released the flag and allowed it to blanket upon the crowd. And then he zoomed away, clutching the beater's bat with a death grip. |
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| Theodore Wickham | Feb 28 2015, 01:02:34 PM Post #82 | ||||||
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Theodore's temple began to throb with rage as Daisy Fitzroy's voice growled in his ears. Daisy fucking Fitzroy. When he had heard her name before, it was a feeling of warmth and home. Safety. Protection. With the shift of time, her name now triggered the sensation of swallowing jagged, rusted nails. Theodore's grip on his glass tightened so hard he thought he might have snapped it in half. "What the fuck..." Alice whispered before she downed her drink. Teddy glanced sideways at Victor to ensure that his friend remained standing in the aftermath of the hurricane. His eyes flickered to the windows, where Alexander DeWitt zipped by, eager to please. What the fuck, Alex. What the fuck? Ted pushed his drink aside, the desire to vanish creeping up his spine. "I need to leave." He said suddenly. He had been overwhelmed. He thought he could make a return, but the reality had bit him back, harder than expected. "It's not good to be here. Sally, you should go back to Don. Victor, you should take Poppy back to..." Where? The thought of Carmen made his heart twitch in sadness. "Her family." |
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| Carmen Gray-Winters | Feb 28 2015, 01:33:29 PM Post #83 | ||||||
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Carmen felt the air slip from her lungs, chaos thrown into her stomach. Desperate, Carmen spun on her heel, her eyes on Ioanna. “Jesus motherfucking Christ – ” In any other circumstance, a pretty girl spewing such ugly words might have solicited a laugh from Ioanna, or even Cersia. Now, Carmen's features were marked by anxiety and fury as her eyes found Alexander DeWitt, soaring through the crowd. “Come on! Hurry!” She didn't know what would happen next. That was what was so ominous and taunting about the voice being projected magically across the stadium: the unknown. Taking the steps as fast as Carmen's small frame could carry her, she was heaving great, anxious breaths when she reached the top most landing. A stretch of VIP boxes extended before them, as if settled down a long hallway. Here, it was eerily quiet as Aurors, clad in dark suits, stood their firm guard over the boxes, now more concentrated than ever. Carmen rushed forward, her mother's suite number glinting in gold above a heavy, shut door. “Hi, it's Carmen, Ioanna and – ” Carmen spun to look for Cersia or Rose, but she and Ioanna were alone. When Carmen turned back to the Auror, he nodded curtly, and the door to the VIP box eased open very slightly. Carmen rushed forward, spotting her mother among her family. “Someone needs to stop the match,” said Carmen breathlessly. “This is fucking ridiculous.” |
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| Emma Gray | Feb 28 2015, 01:34:08 PM Post #84 | ||||||
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“Carmen! Language!” cooed Violetta in a lilting sing-song voice, but she, too, was now pressing as close to the action as she could get. Fluttering beside her, a roll of parchment recording the events was now trailing onto the ground like the train of a dress. Emma, however, felt the ground beneath her feet shudder slightly. Her eyes pressed tightly shut, a defense against the voices barraging her mind. She fought against that hot, seeping sensation of fear that churned her stomach so violently, bringing her mind back to another time, and another... voice... shouting... over... the... crowd... Emma's teeth clenched so hard that she thought her jaw might crack under the pressure. When she spoke, her yell was like a bullet. “I am sick of this!” Emma shouted wildly, and her wine glass snapped in her hand as vines, thick and green, began to wind up from her palms. They circled around her wrists and tightened. Breathing raggedly, Emma turned to face the crowd, both panicked and oblivious. “I AM SICK OF THIS!” Her wand slashed through the air behind her, toppling over a chair. It was then that Emma actually noticed Carmen and little Ioanna, Ian's youngest daughter. “You two deserve more than this,” snapped Emma. “I am sick of history repeating itself, and for what? A child's game? Daisy Fitzroy – Alexander DeWitt – THEY ARE CHILDREN!” “Mon cousin douce, please don't fret,” pleaded Titine, rushing to Emma's side. Emma shrugged her off. “It is the work of children, yes, but we are safe here, are we not?” “Fortionde fell. Do you really think these maniacs won't come for Beauxbatons? Hogwarts, too?” Emma said, heaving great, angry breaths. “Carmen's right. Someone call a goddamn time out. The game's not continuing like this. WHERE IS ALOISIA!?” |
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| Cersia Malfoy | Feb 28 2015, 01:37:22 PM Post #85 | ||||||
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Somehow, Cersia had managed to think ahead for once in her life. Choking on her panic, she nearly banged down the door to her cousin's VIP box, only to find Aloisia already shoving her way through. She was a woman determined, and Lucius had lazily ambled after her, only half trying to convince her to find safety and shelter within their own box. It was then that Cersia knew she ought to, at least, find Carmen and Emma. After all, wouldn't they know what to do? After so many years of finding themselves in deep shit, no family knew chaos like theirs. The Malfoys were merely spectators lacking the necessary experience. Or care, for that matter. Like clockwork, Cersia Malfoy appeared in the doorway with her cousin, Lucius. The two entered, surveying the familiar faces around them; Cersia looked utterly panicked. In contrast, Lucius' face was stoic, no trace of emotion perceptible on his features, crafted from marble. They didn't speak as they stepped forward. Cersia only spluttered anxious apologies and fell into a deep, self conscious silence. Lucius glanced at her, frowned slightly, and then looked back at Emma. “Aloisia is with Atticus now.” |
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| Aloisia Malfoy | Feb 28 2015, 01:39:29 PM Post #86 | ||||||
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Down below, Aloisia Malfoy fell in line with her cousin. Each footstep forward held a divine purpose, and the anger in Allie's fierce walk sliced through crowds with ease. The crowds themselves were a simultaneous explosion of confused faces and murmured prayers; Aloisia wanted nothing to do with the possible hysteria, or the clear as day fury that would overtake raucous guests. Above all, Aloisia was confused. How could such a thing happen with such obvious precautions being taken? How did this happen? Aloisia had no answers, but she would find them. Smoother than a storm, she glanced at her cousin as they walked across the Quidditch pitch. Together, they dared to look upwards. “A funny world, isn't it?” Aloisia said. She stepped forward, frustration surging in her icy veins. A pillar of bright eyes and blonde hair, Aloisia pressed the tip of her wand to her throat. Players zipped above her – they seemed oblivious, even defiant. Aloisia hated them all for no particular reason, except that somewhere, Daisy Fitzroy was winning some nameless, mindless war no one had even declared. Perhaps that was the reason. “This Quidditch game has been postponed until further notice. Consider this your time out.” Aloisia's voice was venom. She smiled at Atticus, standing beside her, and watched as the players all hung in the air, seemingly dumbfounded. “YOU HEARD ME! GET ON THE GROUND!” screamed Aloisia. Team captains beckoned their teams down. “Quidditch,” scoffed Aloisia. “Who needs Quidditch when you can just ruin your life with well-placed propaganda?” |
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| Atticus Malfoy | Feb 28 2015, 01:48:19 PM Post #87 | ||||||
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“It really is.” Atticus muttered to Aloisia. There had been too many incidents during the World Cup. It was bound to fail, it had been since Jordanna turned up in the pub on the very first night. Brazil’s disgrace and rioting had been the second incident, the mysterious storm that burst through the heavens in the forest for a brief moment. So much had happened, a girl had even gone missing amongst the chaos. And now a second interruption of the match wasn’t to be ignored. ”Stop the match!” Atticus called out as others around him began to yell the same. His cousin commanded the game to end. The Japanese team grinded to a halt, the quaffle dropped through the air and a Swedish player caught it. The red within the stadium stood out, and one of the players had draped a flag over some of the spectators. Anything could have been on that, and they couldn’t just let this chaos take place. Not when the echoes could distract the players. The referee seemed to swoop down to them just as the teams did the same. Atticus looked at the face of a boy who was a year below him. “Patterson,” Atticus started turning to look back up to the flag that was being shoved away by the spectators. “Is that against the rules?” “Players may take their wands onto the pitch, but they must not be used on or against any players, any player's broomstick, the referee, any of the four balls, or the spectators. That is what the book says, but does that count?” Zachary Paterson spoke with confusion, but he was sure on the rule that he had recited. Atticus turned to look at the men around him. The angry yells would begin soon, as would the chaos. “I suppose we’ll need to question him.” Atticus said glancing over to some other officials. But that wasn’t his job. He was the head of unusual magic, this wasn’t his field at all. |
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After the first announcement that was the Daisy fucking Fitzroy yelling about equality again. Jesse got up and jogged into the stadium. If Daisy was the reason he lost money, she was dead. He would destroy her. It would be worse then whatever Precious had done. Then she wouldn't be able to complain about blood equality, it would be because she got in the way of business. Once inside the pitch Jesse's eyes searched frantically. Surely this wasn't going to happen. The players were on the pitch and not in the air. Turning and looking at the crowds, he ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK." Jesse should have bet that some shit would go down like this. Jesse quickly darted in and out the spectators trying to become lost in the crowds. He stopped in the middle of a clearly Swedish fan base, all of the people around him began grumbling about his presence. He'd chosen this group carefully. He needed to be here, in the stands to see what would happen next. Edited by Jesse Lee, Mar 1 2015, 06:17:36 PM.
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The next few minutes were a whirling blur of anxiety and fear through which Ioanna found herself dragged by the hand of Carmen Gray-Winters. One moment, she was uncomfortably squished in between Carmen and Cersia, the collusion of perfume almost causing her to choke, and the next she was being pulled along by her hand through the crowd, barely escaping the giant red banner that had blocked out the sun; it was a scarlet wave barreling down upon innocent bystanders--a supreme, but meaningless blow... No one was going to care what the falling banner was for, only that it was suffocating. As she was dragged along by Carmen, Ioanna looked back and gawped at a sea of red churning tumultuously as the people caught under the banner struggled to emancipate themselves and their loved ones. It must have been chaos under there; people could be getting hurt! Ioanna tried to go for her wand, but found she had little room to maneuver her free hand in the crush of people. She wanted to vanish the banner, and she knew she could, but Carmen pulled her along and away before she was able to even get her wand out of the pocket of her jacket. She found herself in the private box Carmen had mentioned. Carmen's mother was there, as well as several adults Ioanna did not recognize at all. There was a bar, too, but no one seemed in the mood for a drink. Out the window, Ioanna could see that several people were disapparating from the stands. There were ministry officials trying to reign in the players now, but everything was chaos. Daisy hadn't done anything but speak a few words and drop a few flags, but she'd brought the entire stadium to its knees. Ioanna shouldn't have been analyzing so distantly, because there were real people who were probably being hurt right now, but she couldn't help but compare in her mind those people to that of a herd of antelope, just like she'd seen on those nature documentaries at home: All it took was just one of them getting spooked, just one little disturbance for the entire herd to start stampeding; running all over each other in attempt to get away from something they hadn't even seen. Maybe the danger was real, but most of them hadn't even seen it. They're panicked, reactionary stampede was a defensive mechanism: The weak would be trampled to make way for the younger, the faster, the better. It wasn't the behavior of an intelligent, thinking species. Daisy's stunt would have an effect she might not have intended or anticipated--unless she liked to see the weak trampled by those who, in their panic, might forget that they are human, too. Ioanna must have seemed odd standing there, watching, but if she weren't doing that, she'd probably be panicking. Even Emma's chair-flippingly angry ranting did not seem to faze her, whereas it was a known fact that Ioanna would normally flinch when people raised their voices. Edited by Ioanna MacGowan, Feb 28 2015, 04:49:34 PM.
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Victor felt his fists curl into balls of fury as a familiar voice danced across the pitch. The same anger lingered in Theodore’s eyes, both of them knew that Daisy Fitzroy being here was bad. She had already burnt a hole into the lives of those around her. Her aim had been to hurt Precious, but Daisy had sacrificed any humanity she had as she murdered another. They were two of the same in some ways. Opposite sides of the coin, butting heads constantly and taking one another to the extremes. But others got hurt in their wake, and it was why Victor had little respect for either of them. “How dare she even…” Victor scoffed loudly, his veins stood out against his arm. They pulsed. Theodore spoke to him and asked him to take Poppy to her parents. Victor could still feel the anger though, and Poppy didn’t seem like she would quietly walk with him to her booth. She probably wouldn’t even be able to find it on her own. Victor gritted his teeth together and got up. “That bitch killed her.” Victor muttered to himself as he turned to look at Poppy. She was innocent in all this, his anger and headache wasn’t her fault. Victor sighed. “Come on, you better stay close.” Victor began to walk to the door, opening it up and holding it for Poppy to follow. If she made a fuss then he’d just leave her where she stood. |
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Grace had walked into the stadium while a woman was singing in Japanese. She had wondered around the stadium for a while, trying to see if there was anywhere she could take a seat. Although, the place was packed. There was hardly any room for anyone or anything. As she paced around the back of the stadium she heard a roar from the crowd, followed by the announcement that the match would begin. Grace had gotten herself ready to walk up to the booths, but that was when a familiar voice echoed through the stadium. Daisy. That voice. What was she saying about the Ministry and about Precious? If they were peaceful and loving then they wouldn’t be creating such a chaos right now. Grace could already see a few parents grabbing their children and ushering them out. This was a world which had been struck with war, and they were still recovering. How could an announcement like this make people think it was just a simple announcement? Everyone still lived in fear, even if it wasn’t as bad as years ago. Grace had learnt that through the text books, she knew about the history of the wizarding world to some degree. The names may have been fuzzy, but the events certainly were not. A battle at Hogwarts, a battle that many of these adults would have been involved in. How would they not run in fear, for the most part? Grace heard the announcement that the game was postponed, and the groans of anger mixed with a scream or two. Grace wondered how long it would take for the game to start, or even if it would restart. She could imagine Jesse going mental about it. “Watch out!” Grace yelled as a group of boys shoved past her. She glared. That was when she realised how crowded and chaotic it could get. Grace could think of a few events within muggle history which this could turn out like. A football disaster stood out in her mind, and she hoped that this would never end up the same way that did. |
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Poppy's eyes widened with surprise at Daisy's voice, although her initial reaction was not fear, but the slightest, nagging bit of annoyance. How rude of her. Still, Poppy tipped back her drink, lips growing numb as whiskey sloshed across her mouth and trickled down her chin. She exhaled, eyes burning almost as much as her throat. Daisy's voice faded into the air, but it was replaced by Theodore's face, wrinkled with worry and an age that seemed far beyond his years on earth. Poppy, very suddenly, felt sorry for him. She hardly heard Victor when he spoke. Poppy was too busy staring at Theodore, her eyes wide with sorrow. “But if Sally goes with Don,” she said slowly. “And Victor goes with me...” Poppy stood from her bar stool and stepped closer to Theodore. Her heart had risen into her throat, where it thudded painfully. “What will happen to you?” Eyes red like a sunset, Poppy turned to Victor. “You can't just leave him on his own like that. Doesn't anyone ever care?” |
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As apprehensive as she had initially been about being at the World Cup, the moment Daisy Fitzroy's voice echoed across the stadium a calm settled over Addie. This was how Addie thrived. When there was a threat all the problems Addie normally had time to mull over got pushed to the back of her mind. The auror felt a momentary chill run through her at the sound of the voice ringing across the pitch. The memories were fresh in her mind, so familiar, and yet... so foreign. This wasn't some all powerful dark lord. This was the voice of some kid. Addie got to her feet, swiftly moving to the edge of the box and letting her eyes scan over the stadium. "That little shit," she murmured, watching Alexander DeWitt flying the Vox flag from his broom. Addie's eyes shifted to her best friend as the woman began going into hysterics. "Em. Breathe. We were children too, remember? All those things we did. Schools being attacked... of course they'll get themselves involved." Addie frowned, reaching into her pocket and gripping her wand. "Doesn't make it any better though, don't get me wrong. We fought for things to be better, not to repeat themselves." "Orion, might be time to sober up," Addie called, glancing over to the man before redirecting her gaze around the box. "Hopefully. We don't know that anything more than that will happen, but I'd keep my guard up all the same," the auror suggested, glancing to Titine. Addie was relieved to see that Carmen had made it to the box before the madness had broken out, of course, that left Poppy out in the crowd somewhere. The game, at the very least, had been stopped. She couldn't help wondering how many aurors had swarmed Daisy Fitzroy. |
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“We trust him, that’s why we can leave him on his own. We know he will be fine.” Victor said sternly as he looked at Poppy. “If we didn’t then he’d be coming with us. Heck, he survived months in the forbidden forest on his own.” Victor could still feel the anger screaming through his body. Almost as though it was threatening to tear him limb from limb. His fingers dug into the glass on the door as people began running past. Screams could be heard amongst the crowds, yells of names deafened each previous yell out. “Let’s go.” Victor reached out and pressed his hands to Poppy’s shoulders as he guided them out of the room and through the crowds. His hands stuck on her shoulders, he wasn’t going to lose her in the mad crowd. If he had to pick her up and carry her he would. Victor slowly lead Poppy up to the main booths and ended up outside a room guided by an auror. “Gray-Winters booth?” The man nodded and let the two of them in, Victor supposed he must have known his brother. “I got Poppy for you!” Victor called out into the booth, where it seemed as though Emma was going mental. |
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Camille had been sat in her booth with her family sipping a simple glass of white wine when a voice broke through the commentators. It was that stupid rebellion girl. Camille rolled her eyes at the echoing words, a teenager murdering a fellow student then proclaiming everyone should get up and join her. Camille laughed into her drink, her eyes flickered to the window and she watched as two Malfoy offspring’s ran onto the pitch with their ministry officials in tow. They yelled for the game to stop, it was not a surprise. “That boy is an idiot.” Camille said as one of the beaters from the Swedish team draped a flag over the crowds. It must have been something to do with the hidden Daisy girl. At least she had the sense to hide, openly throwing yourself into the line of fire was just asking for detaining and questioning. Camille sipped her wine, her eyes darted over to her son and husband who were sat at the table muttering to one another. They looked angry. Camille rested her glass on the nearby table and pushed herself up from her chair. “Stay in here.” Camille commanded as she walked to the door, her heels clicked against the floor as she walked out of her booth door and down to a booth which was three spaces along. She didn’t even bother knocking, she just walked into the room where several families and Quidditch owners were loudly yelling to one another. Isabella was obvious amongst the crowd, she was staring out of the window. Camille walked over to her. “If you wish to bring your family to my own booth it may be quieter.” Camille said as she glanced around to the yelling men and people crumbling up betting papers. |
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Carmen instantly dashed to her sister's side, wrapping an arm around her small, narrow shoulders. “Victor! How...” Carmen wrinkled her nose, catching a whiff of Poppy, who smelled like cigarette smoke – mixed with cloves – and something incredibly close to whiskey. Surprised, Carmen arched her eyebrows towards Poppy, whose face and neck flushed a mottled red. “I'm very tempted how you two found each other, but I'll leave it alone... for now.” Carmen's voice was unforgiving; it wasn't right for a fifteen-year-old to smell like smoke or alcohol, no matter what the occasion was. She was, of course, being a horrific hypocrite, but whatever. “Are you okay?” Carmen asked Poppy, who only nodded. She lifted her head, met Carmen's eyes, and her expression was... strange. “What?” Of course, Carmen had no expectations. The fact that they were here, trapped in a VIP box for their own protection like caged animals, was rattling enough. Carmen couldn't help but feel sorry for Poppy, so young with a lifetime of experience expected of her. Nearly everything was making her feel as if she needed a scalding hot shower; she couldn't seem to rip the image of the fluttering red banner cruising down over their heads out of her mind. It was suffocating. And Alex... Carmen caught Victor's eye, wishing she could dissect his thoughts. More than anything, she felt herself sink back into the desperate arms of fear. Fear welcomed her into its embrace as an old friend. |
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Carmen's quiet thoughts were interrupted by Cersia Malfoy, a crimson bullet dressed in black and hellbent on a wild mission. She pushed past Lucius, abandoning him among the other adults, and she barreled herself into Victor with a small oof. Her wild mane of cherry hair was flying everywhere, but she still found her feet hurrying forward all the same, seeking comfort from Vicor's hardened, icy exterior. She threw her arms around Victor's neck, rambling on and on in a hysterical language the others could only half understand. “So scared – didn't know – I want to stop – couldn't find Alex – ” Lucius, standing near Emma and Addie, could only smirk. “My apologies. It seems as if our family genetics only allowed us a handful of brave relatives. Cersia is, without a doubt, not one of those people.” Aloisia, of course, was. Lucius stepped closer to the ledge of the VIP box, where he could stretch his neck and watch the ground, where he knew that his sister and Atticus were simply roaming dots demanding some sort of action. Sure enough, their images were now being displayed on the projecting banners that had hovered over the crowd. These, at least, were not red and did not fall on the crowd. “This is surely against some sort of rule,” said Lucius, speaking more to Addie than Emma, for he at least believed she had her wits about her. “They can't cancel the game entirely, but they could eject DeWitt. What happened to a reward being placed over Daisy's head? What happened to any and all Vox propaganda being banned? He might be a DeWitt, but no one is above the law, I'll tell you that. Not even a Malfoy.” “Not even a DeWitt,” muttered Emma. “Until today.” |
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Meanwhile, Cersia was still rambling. “Where the hell did you go? How was I supposed to exist without you and Alex? And Alex just goes missing, like she's some sort of – ” The shrieking pulse of Cersia Malfoy's voice was the echo of nails dragging across a chalkboard. A plump red pout had left the taste of Theodore Wickham's cheek and sleek skin behind her but, now, she wished that she could spin on her heel and find him in the crowd. The thing about kissing Theodore goodbye was that Alexandra never knew when she might find the chance to touch him again, especially leaving him in the curious grasp of Alice Rowle... But first and foremost, Alexandra had to handle Cersia's hysteria. Anger flared up within Alexandra, and she only half tried to silence it. Alexandra Dupont, eyes narrowed into dark slits, slipped into the room like a shadow. “I was with Victor. Clearly, you were not looking hard enough for me.” Alexandra glanced at her mother, Titine and Aunt Emma, frowning as she crossed her arms against her chest. “What a family reunion.” Cersia wiped her face free from tears she shoved herself away from Victor. “Where the hell were you guys? Leaving me on my own was a shitty thing to do.” “We assumed you were sucking Wyatt Carmichael's... face off,” shrugged Alexandra. “You're so mean!” screeched Cersia, stomping her foot. |
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Poppy wobbled where she stood, her eyes round with guilt. Carmen could recognize it in the slumping of her shoulders. Carmen rolled her eyes and pulled Poppy forward, closer to their mother, who seemed oblivious of what was happening. She was only staring out at the crowd, now twirling her wand in her fingers. A temple in her neck was pulsing. She was a snake, teeth barred, ready to strike once given the command; Carmen couldn't remember ever seeing her this dangerously angry and found herself missing the steely, calm confidence of her father. “What's gotten into you, Poppy?” asked Carmen, eyebrows arched. “I...” Poppy seemed unable to think, let alone speak. Her lips trembled and she wriggled free from Carmen's oppressive grip. “I met someone.” “Congrats. Now isn't the time to brag, if you haven't noticed,” replied Carmen, withdrawing her own wand. She held it firm in her hand. “Carmen, I met Teddy,” said Poppy. |
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Victor almost rolled his eyes at Carmen’s remark, he could remember her and Teddy when they were together. They were twice as bad as Poppy was, or ever would be for the most part. He began to wonder what made Carmen turn into a type of motherly figure, if that would be the right phrasing for it. But before Victor could ponder on it he felt two arms wrap around his neck accompanied by loud yells. “Shit, Cersia.” Victor called out over the yells. His eyes darted to the window where the pitch was as he listened to both of his cousins go on and on. “Can’t you see my brother is out there sorting this Lucius? And your sister.” Victor called out with a smirk, he turned to look at his cousin for a brief moment raising his eyebrow. “I’m surprised you aren’t down there with them.” Lucius loved the attention, almost most than Ali did. The same went for Cersia as well in some ways. Their family was a ball of attention seeking mess for the most part. Victor wondered how long it would take for something else to happen within that room. But he was drawn to a familiar annoying voice speaking about Teddy. Victor turned to look at Carmen. “There is some girl walking around who looks just like Vera.” Saying her name was like someone was stubbing a cigarette out on his tongue. Victor could hardly move a muscle in his body. How he could say it so calmly was beyond him. |
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