15 Mar 2022, 14:51
Fantasy over reality
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Elizaveta wasn't the type to stand up for herself, she always needed others to protect her. Her brothers were always there for her and she knew if she would tell them about this mean boy they would help her. Maybe they could tell him to stop? "I will tell my brothers," she said seriously. "Now leave me alone, please," she begged the boy as she looked at him with watery eyes.
The need to scream in his face that he was mean grew when he told her that telling the truth wasn't mean, but she was too scared of the boy to do something like that. She was a drama queen when she was around her brothers and mother, but with other people, she was extremely quiet. She gasped when the boy took her notebook from her, that was mean, he was mean.
She started crying again when the boy commented on her doodles. It wasn't her best work, but she was still hurt. "I don't," she said through her tears. The words of the boy got into her head. Was she an embarrassment? Was she weird? She didn't want to be! She didn't want to be bullied, she just wanted to be left alone. But maybe she deserved the mean words, maybe the boy was right. He was just telling the truth. She didn't want to know the truth if it meant she was an embarrassment. She now started crying hysterically and looked at the boy. "GO AWAY!" she screamed. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
22 Mar 2022, 14:10
Fantasy over reality
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Charles held the girl's notebook high in his hands, carelessly flipping through each page as he heard her voice. Not even trying to restrain himself from a laugh, one that lasted a few moments as he mocked "oh no! Not the brothers!" Still laughing Charles closed the notebook and set it carefully back on top of the desk as he continued"why should I be afraid of your brothers? What could they possibly do," the blonde cracked his knuckles loudly for the girl to hear as a sign that he could sock him of they come close.
The blonde messed and got into fights with students at the school daily so the idea of fighting or punching a few more didn't bother the blonde. Charles quite relaxed looking stepped up and sat on the desktop of the girl's desk. His feer still flat on the ground to counter his height of 5'10 or 177 cm which is a bit above avenge for a fourth year.
The blonde crossed his arms once more over his chest, eyeing the girl as he lazily gave a half smile and listened to the mutters of words. A look toward her as he spoke"you don't? What, are you not going to finish that thought Loony," Charles could only imagine what Cassie would say if she saw him doing this or heard that he did it. Figuring best to keep her in the dark for now and part of his plan revolved around the young girl in front of him.
Charles leaned his neck back as he drew in a breath then released it as he spoke"no need to yell or get emotional," the blonde moved his eyed back toward the girl and the balf smile turned toward a cold face stare as he spoke"before I go, there's one thing you need to do for me." His voice trickled away and turned cold, slow and shallow almost.
Last edited by Henry Knight on 26 Mar 2022, 16:37, edited 1 time in total.
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
26 Mar 2022, 16:30
Fantasy over reality
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With every page the boy turned she became more desperate to get her notebook back, most of her assignments and notes were in there. Of course, on almost every page there was a random doodle that she had drawn during class. When the boy placed her notebook back on the table, she quickly snatched it away from him. She didn't want him to lay his hands on it again. Bob talked about her brothers like they were nothing, which hurt her feelings a lot. Her brothers meant everything to her, they were always there for her. Eliza wanted to be able to reply with something sassy, but her brain was empty. "They," she began but quickly stopped. What would her brothers do? She knew her oldest brother would probably punch the mean boy, but Eliza didn't want that. She didn't like hurting people, but the blonde boy in front of her didn't seem to care about hurting her feelings, so why should she care about hurting him? "They could punch you," she tried to say confidently, but actually, she felt horrible. Even though the boy was mean to her, she didn't want him to get hurt. Wanting people to get hurt was bad and she wasn't bad, according to herself.
Her name wasn't Loony! She wanted the boy to stop talking, to stop calling her that stupid name but was too scared to say anything about it. "I don't," she repeated her words between two sobs, "I don't bring shame to the art world or Durmstrang." She knew the boy didn't care, he probably just asked to make fun of her, but she still answered. It was like if she didn't say it out loud it would be true. If she didn't say it the boy would be right and she would be an embarrassment. She didn't want to bring shame to anything!
Still crying, Eliza could feel another river of tears coming, but she tried to hold it back. What did she need to do for the boy? She didn't want to do anything for the boy, not after how mean he had been to her. Still, Elizaveta stopped crying and looked up at the boy. She wanted him to go and if she did this one thing for him he would go. The boy's voice had sounded cold, like the voice of a villain. It scared Eliza, but she still wanted to know what he was going to say. She needed to know what he was going to say. She needed to know what to do to get him out of there, to be able to be alone again. "What?" she asked him scared and uncertain.
11 Apr 2022, 20:15
Fantasy over reality
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Charles sat on the table part of the desk. Leaning aginest it, arms loosely crossed as he listened to the younger girl. Smiling ever so slightly with features that remained collected and cold.
Listening. Charles wasn't afraid of the girl's brothers. Even if they are older than him, he didn't see a reason to. The blonde had a bit of reputation of trouble at the school. Of starting fights or insulting fellow students. He punched a few students older and also taller than him, if it came down to it then he could do it again. The blonde didn't care when he got in trouble, punished, detention, or even lowered in the tower of the sleeping quarters.
When the girl answered him. Charles let out a loud and hard laugh. Shaking his head as he laughed, getting up and standing. The blonde would bring a halt to laughing as he spoke"could they? Well I could punch them to," a nod toward the girl as he cracked his knuckles, the bones loudly echoing around the small classroom.
"Could even break a bone or jab a wand in their eye," Charles listed off as he recounted pass fights before looking down at the girl, "if they do try to punch me then I can't be blame if you vist them in the infirmary," a small nod. The blonde eyed the girl, thinking about swining a fist or spell at her. There are a few possibilities.
Placing a frim hand on her shoulder at the words. A tight grip. The blonde keeled down a bit to see eye to eye as he spoke"some just aren't cut out for Durmstrang or art, Looney nothing to fret about," a nod as they removed their hand and stood back up to full height. Loosely crossing their arms.
What? Simple. Charles couldn't let his friends know what he did at Durmstrang. He couldn't have them know that he started fights or insult other Durmstrang. He can't have them learn that he breaks rules, is a regular with punishments, or give 'nicknames' to the underclassmen.
Charles eyed her. Expression changed. Large. Cold. Firm as he spoke"you don't know me at the Hogwarts visit. You don't know my name, you don't speak of me or of our interactions there. Understand?"
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
12 Apr 2022, 18:20
Fantasy over reality
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Bob didn't seem impressed when she told him her brothers could punch him, which was something she didn't understand. If somebody would have told her their brothers would punch her, she would have quickly run away crying, because she didn't want to get hurt. The sound of cracking filled the room after the boy had told her he could punch her brothers as well. She didn't want him to punch her brothers, they didn't deserve that!
When he started talking about breaking one of her brothers' bones or poking a wand in their eyes, Elizaveta look anxiously at the boy. She wouldn't tell her brothers anything about this if it meant that they would have broken bones or hurting eyes, since she didn't want them to get hurt protecting her. Not wanting to think about the horrific ways the boy could hurt her brother, she started twitching the bottom of her dress, while avoiding the boy's gaze.
Eliza didn't say anything to the boy when he called her looney again, but a little tear formed in her eye again. Honestly, not knowing him sounded like a great deal and not having to talk to him was even better. "Yeah," she replied simply when the boy asked if she understood him. "Can you go now?" She just wanted the mean boy to leave so she could be alone. She didn't want to spend another minute in the presence of the scary boy who hated her for some reason, while she had done nothing wrong. She had never hurt him, so why did he have to hurt her?
25 Apr 2022, 19:57
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Charles eyed the girl. He couldn't have his friends knowing about his Durmstrang activities. What would they do if they knew that he messed or insulted fellow Durmstrangs at the school. What would Cassie say or rather do? What would Drew think about him? What would Ro not say? The blonde couldn't risk losing his friends... couldn't risk losing the best parts of his life and himself... he couldn't...
Eyes on the girl. Shorter and probably younger. The blonde held his arms over his chest, there is a part of her that reminded Charles of himself. A essence of innocence. The blonde remembered once being innocent, once being eager to prove himself and make friends. Once confiding and turning to his brother for everything.
That was another time
A time before durmstrang. Before getting trampled on by his brother and his friends. Before being belittled and forgotten by his family. Before he wanted something other than a pureblood life of arranged marriage and ministry days.
The blonde drew in a breath. Slowly letting it go to the sound of the girl's words. Knowing that he should have left. He have gotten what he wanted, a word that his friends wouldn't hear of this but a part of his mind felt worried. Tingling. Afraid. The blonde took a step closer to the girl, eyes on hers.
"If I hear you spreading words of me or our interactions at hogwarts to anyone then I'll make your days a nightmare here," Charles spoke with a nod then straighten his back. A look, eyes passing from the girl to her notebook. Images of drawings filled his vision. A start of a artist, where he found his start in the world of drawing.
The blonde turn on his heel sharply, walking toward the door of the classroom. Stopping at the threshold of the classroom, the blonde thought for a moment as a he barely looked over his shoulder at the girl and spoke"start with animals before going to people, your art has potential," a few words of advice. The blonde took a breath unsure why he said those words then left, walking from the classroom for the grounds for a bit od exercise.
Charles has left the thread
"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander