OHH: the V's
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				Title: <strong>OHH: the V's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 03:55:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i982.photobucket.com/albums/ae306/ameliacasey/Hogwarts/threadtrackervic.jpg)</div>Victor Ryan paced the halls of the ground floor of Hogwarts Castle in an uncharacteristic manner, rather anxious and frowning, not really his usual self. His destination was one of the courtyards where he'd asked Valera to meet him and he didn't want to tell her what he was about to tell her but he had to. There was no other way. <br><br>Last month had been a bit difficult for his parents with his grandfather's rapidly growing health problems. Both of them needed to work to support the family and the old family home they'd now moved into with grandfather. This month... was worse. It was bad enough to make his mum owl with news about her quitting work to take care of grandfather and Victor knew that was not a good idea. They would have serious trouble making ends meet, and supporting him and Aims as well... It just couldn't be that way. <br><br>He had to go home, and there was no other option. Aimee had to stay and finish school and go on to be the no doubt great achiever in whatever she chose. He himself had no solid plans. He would be fine. Now if only it didn't mean leaving people behind. Like the gorgeous blonde he'd become entirely too attached to. Perhaps it was a good thing he was leaving, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: OHH: the V's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Woodlark</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 04:35:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj130/PassionPromise/Jamie1.jpg)</div>High heeled Christian Laboutin's tapped out their familiar, comforting staccato on the stone floors of the Hogwarts passageways as Valera Ivanova, one of the Slytherin 'Queens' sashayed her way toward the stairs that led out of the dungeon and up and out to the courtyard where Victor Ryan has asked her to meet him. A hint of a smirk played teasingly about the corners of that perfectly glossed pout. The last several times they'd met up in the courtyard, the reason for their spending time together had been clear-cut: mutual stress release. And when the boy in question was as gorgeous as Mr. Ryan, V wasn't going to complain one little tiny bit about it. Hell, she enjoyed it too, and Merlin knew it was more than needed most of the time. As a result, she knew very well what she was walking into. At least, she thought she did. <br><br>One perfectly manicured hand swept back, pulling long strands of silky blonde hair back behind her shoulder. The twirly black skirt she'd chosen, danced with her strides, the fabric too, apparently taking pleasure in "the simple joys". Climbing the staircase and turning gracefully on one heel, the seventh year girl made for the doors, blue-green eyes starting to take on a small spark of excitement. Never too much, of course, because letting herself show <em>too</em> much excitement made him more than what he was supposed to be: the friend with benefits. Granted, they'd never really done much with the 'friend' part of that. Mutual teasing until they'd just finally given in to enjoying said benefits was more like it. Still, there wasn't exactly a term for that, so 'friends with benefits' was as close to a definition as she'd managed to apply. <br><br>Exiting the castle, V sauntered her way down the stairs, frowning minutely when she did not see Victor waiting patiently as he almost always was in this type of situation. Pulling her Versace purse open as she descended, she tugged out a pair of Ray Bans and put them on. Taking a seat on the stone bench by the fountain, she placed her purse on her lap, resisting the immediate urge to pull out a mirror and triple check her make-up. It was something of a habit she'd fallen into. But then again, she could never look anything less than gorgeous, now could she?
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				Title: <strong>Re: OHH: the V's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 04:45:12</strong>
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				When he entered the courtyard she was sitting there already and he sighed, cracked his neck and then rubbed the back of it idly as he made his way over. Very much looking the part of an apologetic lover of some sort, the young man remained standing and just shuffled slightly about in place as he searched a good way to begin this no doubt uncomfortable conversation. <br><br><strong>"Hey,"</strong> he said, thought that was a good start and cleared his throat. How to go on? Explain it all and appeal to her kind nature, warm heart? Not exactly a viable path, was it... Even if he was certain she possessed those qualities in much greater volume than she admitted or acknowledged, she would never let that out in open. <strong>"So um, I'm going home. My parents need me there. Leaving in a couple of hours actually."</strong><br><br>Had to be good to just dive in and lay all the cards on the table, yeah? At least that way he got out of trying to figure out what would be relevant and how he was supposed to smooth it into the convo. He shrugged a little and arched his brows, watching her for any signs of reaction to this news. He then realized he hadn't added what was probably the main point here and rectified that little oversight. <strong>"I'm not coming back."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: OHH: the V's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Woodlark</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 05:32:35</strong>
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				Large dark frames shaded her eyes as the sound of someone coming to the courtyard alerted her to his approach. That smug little smirk which had been lurking near her mouth all along finally showed itself, curving those perfectly glossed lips. But then the smile froze. His manner was all off. A tiny frown etched its way onto her brow as she took a second to appraise him, something she hadn't actually felt the need to do in a few months now. Yes. There was something most definitely wrong with the way he was approaching. That frozen smirk thawed and disappeared, all her inner defenses immediately prepping for some sort of attack or refusal. This was not just another meet-up where they mutually benefited from the others company. Why, exactly? Had he suddenly found some new tail to chase, then? Was that it? An icy wave swept through, hardening her expression just a touch as the thought had her preparing for rejection. Yes indeed, preparing to face it with an expression of utter boredom and nonchalance while her insides would surely wither with the news. <br><br>That fierce sense of self-preservation was kicking into high gear as he greeted her. What? No kisses? Not even a touch? The girl's arms crossed in front of her, unconsciously betraying the insecurities which were looking more and more like cold hard truth. This was the reason she hadn't pushed for something more from him. This was why she still curbed her own opinions on the situation. <strong>"Hmm..."</strong> The reply she gave him was not any more or less than most of the 'lesser' students at Hogwarts would have received, though Merlin knew he'd gotten far warmer greetings from her in the past. But his entire attitude was throwing her off, putting her on her defense, because a - it was not what she was used to from him and b - it wasn't exactly reassuring to begin with. Blue-greens watched him, guarded, listening warily to his next phrase. Oh. Was that all? His parents needed him for a couple days? <br><br>V gave a mental eyeroll at all the drama over such a small thing. Did he seriously think she was so needy as to be mad that he needed to go home for a couple days? Hardly. She was not that type of girl. Those pink-frosted lips opened to tell him she'd see him when he got back when he added that last little clause. He......he wasn't coming back? Like.....ever? <br><br>Her partially opened mouth closed softly and one manicured hand reached carefully up to push the Ray Bans back into her hair so that she could properly stare at him and decipher whether or not this was some idiotic joke that he considered to be funny. A frown etched its way in, creasing the space between her eyebrows as she stared at him, understanding his words and yet, hoping that she had mistaken the meaning behind them. But....but... The different conflicting emotions flickered in her irises like the flame of a votive candle. Not coming back? Anger, confusion, and pain reflected back at the Ravenclaw with a clarity that very few ever witnessed...and then Valera closed her eyes for a moment and hurriedly pulled that mask back in place, just knowing that if she didn't she would only look foolish. When she opened them again, the expression there was distant, as though this was all a story someone was telling her...and a rather boring one at that. She would not be able to survive this conversation, even with her mask, if she let the pain that was lingering inside direct everything. So instead, she let Anger hold the reins. He was leaving her. He wasn't ever coming back. And he'd waited until a few <em>hours</em> before he left to tell her anything at all. Well fine. Clearly she was something on his list of things to check off. Fine. He could consider her little box x-ed out. Apparently she'd been sufficiently interesting enough to elicit a small token of farewell, but <em>boring</em> enough that he wasn't even going to consider coming back. Well fucking FINE. Who cared? Huh? Clearly not him. So why should she? <br><br>Flat blue eyes took on a hint of chill as the anger inside bubbled it's way to a slow boil. Gracefully, she rose to her feet, chin tilted up slightly in defiance, though in all actuality there was very little to be defiant about. The short phrase which next fell from her lips might as well have been made of ice as well: short, clipped, and dusted far more heavily in the frosty Russian accent of her everyday speech than was usual. <strong>"Well....that's that, then."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: OHH: the V's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 15:10:08</strong>
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				He knew he was too attached to the girl before he arrived here today. He knew that. He knew she was out of reach for the kind of relationship he needed to be satisfied so he'd made do with what they had. That was the blunt truth of it, even if he never admitted that to even himself until today when he realized he'd be walking away from it all. Whatever <em>it all </em>was. That was why he felt all off about telling her this, and it didn't get any better when he saw her reaction. She was hurting, and it was his fault.<br><br>For anyone who knew Victor Ryan, the idea of him hurting another was absolutely idiotic. The young man never had ill intentions and his aim was always to add a little life and fun to where ever he tagged himself in. He never stirred trouble and he tried his best to mellow any drama that arose around him. He just wasn't built for struggling with tension and negative emotions. That, of course, didn't mean he never had any. He just left them on parchment, in his songs and his lyrics. He left the drama and hurt and anger and frustrations in the satisfying sounds of his guitar. <br><br>Fuck he was gonna need that guitar, wasn't he. She couldn't hide how she really felt about this soon enough. Before she put on her icy mask, he saw her hurt and the array of emotion dancing in her eyes like they were taunting him. He willed his hands to stay where they were while she got whatever it was she wanted to say off her chest. But the only words he got were a small, indifferent dismissal. It hit him harder than he expected, literally made him feel like she'd punched him in the gut and his abs clenched hard to prevent him from ducking as if she actually had. <br><br>His body came to before his head did and before he knew it he had closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms securely around her tense form, ignored what would no doubt be a cold rejection and pulled her into him, pressed her into his chest and cradled her head onto his shoulder. It was a rough hold for what it was supposed to be, but he knew she wouldn't allow him to comfort her unless he forced her to. And she needed that, she needed the small shred of warmth he'd been able to give to her for these months they'd been playing this game. He knew he was the only source of it in her life at the moment, that her family wasn't there for it and that her friends... <br><br><strong>"I'm sorry, Valera,"</strong> he murmured when she felt differently in his arms, hopefully meaning she was relaxing like she'd done so many times before, not preparing to curse the living hell out of him. <strong>"I wanna say I'll visit but I don't think we can afford the trips. When I got mum's owl earlier I... It's just not likely."</strong> He knew it must sound stupid to the girl who grew up in the comfort of Ivanova wealth, but it was the truth. Hell, he'd be here every weekend to see his friends and his sister and her if it were up to him, but it simply wasn't. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: OHH: the V's</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Woodlark</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 21:43:28</strong>
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				Valera watched his reaction with cold eyes. The anger which had tensed every one of the lithe muscles in her willowy frame longed to make him hurt. He'd made her hurt, so he deserved nothing less than hurt in return, now didn't he. He was leaving her, like so many others had before him. She really should have just kept her distance to begin with. That was the problem. But he'd somehow gotten in under her skin. And that had actually ended up being just fine and dandy up until right now. Because right now he was taking that away, and no amount of alcohol was going to be able to blur that fact.<br><br>And then he was moving forward, arms extended like the nets of a fishing boat. Valera took a step back, hands raising to try and keep him away. What, did he want to try to somehow twist the knife now that he'd stabbed her? No no no no no. She couldn't let him get close, because then he might pull tears out of her again and that was simply not allowed. <br><br>But she had not been quick enough to evade those arms, just like she hadn't been quick enough to avoid actually getting tangled up in this boy. As he pulled her in close, she braced herself against him, twisting to somehow avoid this. But the subtle scent of him was now in her nose and those warm arms were holding tight, keeping her from the distance she needed to maintain the attitude she'd decided to handle this with. <strong>"Отпусти меня..."</strong> <em>(Let me go..)</em> The Russian words fell from her lips in the form of an irritated hiss, though there was a hint of desperation there as well. V's hands worked to get some sort of fingerhold in somewhere or something. Anything to get him to turn her loose. But she had been caught, and in more ways than the simple physical capture he'd just achieved. Her body couldn't help but recall the last time she'd been pressed so close to him, despite the fact that she kept fighting the memory and the urge to just let go and grieve. No! Not here. Later, yes. In her room where no one could see and judge her on her weakness. <br><br>Perfectly shaped and painted nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to push herself away. But he wouldn't allow it. As one hand held her close, the other reached up and tucked her head neatly into his shoulder. And that was when the smell of him washed completely over her and she stilled. Every line of her was still tense, but she'd stopped outwardly fighting the embrace. The girl's lips pressed tightly into a thin line, hands still holding fistfuls of his shirt, as she turned the battle inward, attempting to bolster walls that were crumbling far too fast. No! She was Valera freaking Ivanova, damnit! She didn't need <em>anyone</em>! Least of all some little boy toy. Even a boy toy she'd kept around months longer than was her norm.....even one she'd made so many exceptions for. And wasn't this just proof of why one <em>shouldn't</em> lean too heavily on other people? Because, sooner or later, other people disappointed you. In the best of cases, they simply got annoying, but in the worst of cases...well....they could really hurt you, couldn't they? <br><br>She listened mutely to his apologies, jaw clenching slightly as he reiterated the fact that he wasn't coming back. And because he couldn't afford it? What a stupid reason. With all his friends, did he really think that there wouldn't be a few willing to help chip in to see him again? There was a growing sense of numbness inside that she welcomed with open arms. It wasn't quite as good as the cold, but well...considering his proximity, cold wasn't much of an option right now. She'd tried the cold. And he'd thawed it. So maybe the answer was numbness. If she couldn't feel ANYthing it would make this easier, would it not? Still, there was a streak of anger that kept rearing it's head out of that bliss. The anger, which had been so welcome before, was interfering with the numb. He was sorry, was he? Well that was fine and dandy for him, now wasn't it. Maybe it was what he needed to tell himself to feel better about it. Well whatever. He could BE sorry. She wasn't going to forgive this just like that. She couldn't grasp the concept of being <em>needed</em> at home. For all her young-adult life, the only place she'd needed to be was Hogwarts, and even then she still had taken off at the end of her sixth year and no one had said a word against her. As long as she didn't do anything to besmirch the family name, her parents could care less what she did with herself. And clearly her siblings must feel the same, as they'd all abandoned her to live out dreams of their own. <br><br>The hot press of tears threatened those blue-greens and she shoved the memories back, farther away from herself where they couldn't effect her so badly. That stiffness returned to her posture, though she made her hands unclench and let them simply rest against his chest. What did he expect her to say? <em>It's okay, I understand.</em>? Right....yeah no. Because she <em>didn't</em> understand. In her world, if you wanted something, you made it happen, it was as simple as that. Clearly he did not want whatever it was that they had, because well....he wasn't making it happen. So......what? Now the choice was hers? The question was, did she want what they had badly enough to fight to keep it? It was a strange thought. Never had she ever fought for a relationship before. No, instead she'd pushed the overly eager away, out of the picture entirely. She'd kept everything light and simple. Which was why what they'd had had been so perfect. Granted, there had been moments when her instincts had questioned why she wasn't pressing it for more than what it was. But those moments had been easily brushed aside. But now that she was facing its complete loss, she really took a moment to set everything aside. <br><br>The girl had gone quiet, the tense resistance ebbing slowly out of her frame as she contemplated whatever this had been and whether or not it was something that she wanted to keep badly enough to fight for it. She knew she should be answering him somehow, but this was too important to just throw a piece of generic conversation at. How did she really feel? She enjoyed his company immensely, that was without a doubt. And Merlin knew the sex was good. They were so very different, and yet, somehow it still worked. He could almost always brighten up her day just by walking into the same room and that, in a nutshell, was why she'd let their little thing continue for as long as it had. Because she'd needed some sunshine in her life when all around her was wolves and power moves. Because, damnit, she deserved some small happiness. And if he disappeared.....if her 'feel-good' pick-me-up walked out of her life... No. No, this was not allowed. She couldn't afford to lose him. The problem was that she had no idea how to make him stay. Oh sure, she could throw money at him, fix all his problems, and keep him around in that way. But deep down she knew there was no way he'd accept it. Her own sense of pride informed her that if someone tried to fix <em>her</em> problems like that she would not exactly be welcoming of it. But then...how?&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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