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| You Need Me Like A Bad Habit; › Veronica Crabbe | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 16 2006, 03:39 AM (553 Views) | |
| Noah Weasley | Aug 16 2006, 03:39 AM Post #1 |
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Noah had to admit; his natural disdain for Quidditch was only beginning to get worse. He’d thought the sport had been horrible the year before – now, with Veronica cracking the whip at the lot of them like they were cattle, it was only getting worse. Noah had spent the entire practice hovering in the exact same space, his broom crushing his crotch in the process, and to make it worse, it had been in the rain. Not only had his hair been completely ruined, he felt clinging and uncomfortable, simply because the fabric of his robes were sticking to him. God, he hadn’t felt that disgusting in a long time. And to make it worse, Veronica was saying that they ‘weren’t motivated’, but in much less polite terms. It was taking all of the motivation Noah could muster to keep from screaming at her. So why wasn’t he? She’d tell. She’d run to Beatrice, tell her that they’d slept together (numerous times), and then there went any chance of Cringing slightly, Noah pressed his forehead against one of the lockers, releasing a frustrated sigh. This wasn’t happening. He wasn’t starting to think about Veronica again. But then again, he crossed her mind on a daily basis. Whenever he thought about sex (which was fairly often, considering that he was a guy), Veronica popped into his mind, as well. And what was worse was the fact that he didn’t like her that way; at least not anymore. He only had eyes for Beatrice (and Cordelia, if she’d ever give him the time of day). There was nothing left there, and he never wanted there to be again. Pressing his fingers into his tempers, Noah murmured a goodbye when Daniel said he was leaving. And when he was gone, Noah was sure he was alone. Almost so positive that he would’ve placed money on it, had it been a bet. He lightly hit his head against the locker several times more, before pulling away. God, he loved the feeling of being alone. It was relaxed. In a slow, almost meticulous manner, Noah began to pull himself out of his clothes, tossing them off onto the floor after he was finished. By the time he was done, a rather large heap of sopping, disgusting clothing lay a foot or so away from him. And, unfortunately for him, his wand had left in his dorm, so by now, Daniel had probably stolen it and convinced some first year to shove it up his own nose. Shaking his head in dismay, Noah closed his locker door, admiring the fact that it had the name ‘N.C. Weasley’ charmed onto it. But then again, it had been there since his second year – and since Noah had no intention of playing pro Quidditch, it was the last year it was going to be scrawled into a locker door. For a moment, Noah chuckled to himself, reaching out to trace his fingertips over the lettering. For a moment, he stared at it, before shaking his head once again and turning to walk away. Or… he had every intention of walking away, as when he turned, his hands instantly went to cover his crotch (but it wasn’t like he was completely naked – Noah had enough sense to leave his boxers on) and he fell into stunned anger, as small, ‘oh, shit’ escaping his lips. Veronica was standing not ten feet away from him, her back towards him. [Crap. I'm a lazy biotch.] |
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| Veronica Crabbe | Aug 17 2006, 10:11 PM Post #2 |
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She had no intention of being a tyrant, but it was hard to imagine someone saying to themselves, ‘gee, one day, I’m going to be a horrible person.’ Hell, Veronica had never had any intention of joining the quidditch team in the first place, let alone being its captain. She was approached in her third year when who ever was the captain at that time saw her fly and needed a chaser. She was good and they needed her. It always seemed to work out that way. She was either not good enough, or the one thing that was desperately needed, but not wanted. No one ever really wanted her to join the team. And she could only imagine what the current team was saying about her. But truth be told, and she always told it, she didn’t think she deserved the position. She took it, yes, but did she deserve it? Probably not. But then again, she wasn’t going to be all lovey-dovey for the first time in her life, especially if the team lost, which meant it all fell on her shoulders. No thank you. Veronica did not use a locker, except to hold things during practices and games. She kept all her quidditch things in her dormitory. The idea of a locker just didn’t appeal to her. She hated locker rooms in general. She was always odd about that sort of thing, but hey, we knew this. After making sure everyone was off the field and in the locker rooms, she grabbed her things and headed off to the bathrooms to change. The whole social thing bothered her. She hated crowds and people, even seven people in one small room was awkward for her. So, she avoided it. She always had. Still, she was always one of the last changed and usually returned to find an empty locker room, the way she liked it. But not this time. Returning wearing jeans and a gray sweater that was far too large for her, hanging loosely on her relatively petite body, her eyes fell on none other than Noah Weasley, hitting his head against the metal. Praying for no confrontation was of no use; she was usually the cause of any and all confrontation. Still, she walked straight to her open locker and began fiddling with her jewelry. She returned all of the ‘silver’ to where it belonged, putting on the chain with the small angel charm last. She forced her mind to reminisce of the time she found the charm, anything to ignore Noah. Hearing the locker shut behind her, she turned instinctively to see the Weasley boy, nearly naked, covering himself. “You’re still here,” was spoken more to herself than to him. Still, her eyes landed only on his face, not even taking the time to truly look at him, or his body, though she was tempted. She turned back around and in a swift movement, grabbed her shoes, shut the locker and sat down on the bench between them. As she was tying her shoes, and without turning, she spoke in a rather emotionless tone, “we both know I’ve seen more than that, so I don’t understand why you’re being all bashful now.” She finished putting her shoes on and stood up slowly. All prepared to leave, Vee quickly remember that she was pissed at him. She pulled the elastic out of her hair, letting the slightly wet curls fall down as she turned around to yell at him. “Oh, and by the way, what the hell was that out there? Did you forget how to fly or something? It was really pathetic, especially considering you were supposed to be good.” She crossed her arms over her chest and the former emotionless gaze had left her, for she now looked at him with her eyes focused in a glare. Oh how she hated him. |
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| Noah Weasley | Aug 19 2006, 02:35 AM Post #3 |
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Stunned silence. It had enveloped the two quickly and without hesitation, leaving Noah shocked. Veronica had turned by now, and was looking at him. His mouth, gaping into a small ‘o’, betrayed his surprise. It had been a long time since he had been a long time since the two of them had been in a room together, alone; and with him in his current… practically undressed state, it wasn’t getting any more comfortable. Noah felt awkward, and out of place, and frightened. He’d known how Veronica could get – if she took it upon herself to lash out at him, he’d be a dead man. And he probably wouldn’t even have the luxury of being a man anymore, because Veronica would probably give him the Bob Barker treatment. Noah cringed at the thought, his eyes scanning Veronica over. God, she was just as pretty as she had been a year ago – even prettier, if that had been possible. Once upon a time Noah hadn’t thought that had been possible, but apparently, it was. And to think, he was going to have to actually spent time with her. “You’re still here.” Noah shook his head, bottom lip pinched tightly between his teeth. She was still the same old Veronica that he knew – the girl who seemed to think herself better then everyone else. “You’re still a bitch,” he shot back, though his tone seemed calm, almost collected – which was the complete opposite of how he was actually feeling. There was turmoil, fear, and “We both know I’ve seen more than that, so I don’t understand why you’re being all bashful now.” A snort was followed by an amused sigh, Noah’s eyes still watching Veronica. He was searching, watching, for her to show some sort of weakness – but there was nothing, or at least nothing that he could pinpoint. “Fine, then,” he murmured, pulling his hands away and crossing his arms over his chest. “Two can play that game, sweetheart.” No matter how quickly his demeanor seemed to have changed, the flush in his cheeks was still there – a clear sign that he was beyond embarrassed. Humiliated, even. Either way, whatever adjective could’ve been used to describe the current state of things, it most definitely wasn’t comfortable, or even enjoyable. But hell, Veronica should’ve at least been proud of herself – she’d practically got him naked and she hadn’t even needed to try. Amazing how that sort of stuff happened, wasn’t it? “It was really pathetic, especially considering you were supposed to be good.” It was taking more willpower then Noah would have thought he had to keep from yelling at her. Not only had that been a below the belt insult, she was trying to tempt him. He could tell – she had always known that he preferred it when her hair was down. “I am good,” he said in response, his words slow and neat, though Noah’s eyes were still on Veronica. He may have sounded distracted, but she had his complete attention. “But please. Practice in the goddamn rain? You’re turning into Hitler. Besides, I have other things on the mind.” ‘Like Beatrice. God, you really botched that one up, didn’t you? Jerk. Maybe… maybe Veronica will put in a good word? No. No, look at the way she’s glaring. That’s either the ‘I’m going to pounce on you so we can do it’ glare, or the ‘you’re going to be a eunuch in five seconds’ glare. I think it’s the latter.’ [Ahh. Bad again. Sorry.] |
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| Veronica Crabbe | Aug 20 2006, 12:02 AM Post #4 |
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There he was. It had been nearly a year since Veronica had been in a room alone with Noah. She had severed any ties with him the moment he had called off their … whatever it was, for more reasons than he was probably aware of. Perhaps if she had been a gentler person things such as this would work out in her favor, but they never did. No, Vee was never the one with the happy ending, and this relationship she had with Noah certainly fell under the not-so-happy category. Still, it took all her energy to keep her eyes from traveling downward. Those pesky little butterflies had made a surprise visit to her stomach and she was growing frustrated with the idea that all those old feelings she had been harboring for him had never in fact left her. She hated him more than life itself, but it would be a lie to say that she did not miss their time together. “You’re still a bitch.” The moment the words left his mouth she had snapped around to look at him. An expression of disgust plastered itself across her features. As much as they bickered, and as much as they hated each other, he had never sprung to name calling so early in the game. It confused her and she did not like it, not that she had ever been a fan of being called a bitch. But it happened daily, just not usually from him. “Really Noah,” she started, incapable of truly sounding as if she were not hurt, because she was, “it’s not like I haven’t heard that one before.” She shook her head at him before rolling her eyes slightly and turning back away from him once again. If it didn’t mean telling the world she had slept with the Weasley boy, multiple times, she would have told Bee to stay clear of him. But truth be told, she did not want word of their little get-togethers getting around the school either. Most people just assumed she was a whore already; she did not need to justify their beliefs. “Two can play that game, sweetheart.” “I’m not playing your games,” she didn’t even bother turning around this time. Resting her elbows on her knees, she leaned forward and buried her face into her hands. This was not a situation little Roni had ever had any desire to be in. She could deal with random people not liking her, but it was hard to see someone who was so completely ignorant to the way her mind worked, especially someone who used to seemingly be infatuated with her, filled with hatred for her. She shook her head slightly in her hands, attempting to appear more frustrated with him than actually upset. After all, few people, other than the Pact Members had seen any real emotions from the girl, and she was not about to start opening the walls she kept herself in. She sat up slowly and let out a gentle sigh, feeling slightly more composed. “If you don’t plan on taking anything else off,” she paused more for dramatic effect, “why don’t you just put your pants on and leave room for some mystery on how you’re feeling down there.” Ouch, burn. “But please. Practice in the goddamn rain? You’re turning into Hitler. Besides, I have other things on the mind.” An exasperated sigh quickly left her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “It’s not like I’m watching from inside the castle. I’m out there with.” She gestured to the fact that she herself was quite wet from the rain. Her arms recrossed themselves over her chest and she shook her head, looking away from him. Veronica had grown more and more irritated as this conversation went on. “And I can’t be that horrible, if I was the one who got captain.” She pointed at him while she continued to yell at him, “so don’t treat me like shit for no reason. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now and I’ve already lost all respect I ever had for you.” She turned away from him completely, her breathing having already grown heavy. She knew this would not be the end of their fight, which was the exact reason she did not mention Beatrice. She knew what he was thinking about and she could have easily called him out on it. But she wanted to truly hurt him. And now was not the time. |
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| Noah Weasley | Aug 22 2006, 02:02 AM Post #5 |
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He was digging himself into a hole. Each breath, each thought, each worry – it was making his prison go farther and farther down. Veronica was probably aware of this, too, and was only trying to make it worse for him. That was just the kind of person Veronica was. Noah had always pegged her as sadistic, and this… meeting was only proving him right. She was out to ruin his life, and he could tell. But, she could completely ruin him with a few words, and yet, she hadn’t. Veronica had the chance to tell Beatrice what had happened between them every single day, but she kept it to herself. Biting down on his lip, Noah directed his gaze to the floor, but only for a moment, a calm and passive as he rocked on his heels. Maybe, just maybe, Veronica had never really been as bad as he had thought – and apparently, it was taking him a long time to realize that. God, he really was pathetic, wasn’t he? A sad excuse for a human being – he lost at life and that was the end of it. “Really Noah, it’s not like I haven’t heard that one before.” A surprisingly cocky, confident look took over the boys features and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his mind whirling a mile a minute. Despite what she thought, he was winning. This argument was in his hands and it made him feel empowered, almost like he could say anything and the repercussions from whatever he chose to say would not affect him. He was out of his whole now, standing on the edge of an insanely large problem that had almost blown up in his face. “I guess that means you’re just getting used to it,” he responded coolly, shaking his head as he spoke. She was blind, so naďve; anything she said he could twist around and fire right back at her, and he’d thought she’d have noticed that by now. In the time that they’d been… well, whatever they had been, all they’d ever done was argue and fool around – and there was more arguing then anything else. They had been professional at the cycle they had developed: yell, scream, snog, yell some more, swear to never speak to one another again, repeat cycle next day. Breaking that habit had been difficult for the boy, but apparently not for her. “Why don’t you just put your pants on and leave room for some mystery on how you’re feeling down there.” “Oh, woe is me!” was the first thing the boy called out, dramatically throwing the back of his hand to his forehead in an attempt to “…and I’ve already lost all respect I ever had for you.” Had anyone else said that, Noah would have shrugged it off and went back to being whoever he decided to be that day (he could’ve been infamous for being a social chameleon). But the moment Veronica yelled the words out, Noah felt himself pause, analyze, and then, of all things, he felt one of the things he feared the most – defeat. Veronica had won. He stood, silent, in his spot for a few seconds, a childishly ignorant look worn on his face, before it fell into a frown and his arms fell to his sides. “Oh,” was all he murmured, his words hardly audible to even himself. Noah wasn’t sure how to react. Did he laugh it off? Or stay how he was, hurt, and just… pack up and leave? Honestly, the last option seemed more plausible, but Noah just remained in his spot, eye averted to the floor, painfully confused look sketched onto his features. Veronica had his a nerve, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. |
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| Veronica Crabbe | Aug 25 2006, 03:07 PM Post #6 |
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She didn’t want him to put his clothes back on. Was that bad? Veronica was standing in front of a mostly-naked version of the guy on whom her best friend was crushing, and she wanted nothing more than for the two of them to do what they do best, and that usually involved very little clothing. She had the hormones and attention span of a 14-year-old little boy, and even though she refused to let him in on this little secret of hers, she could not deny the fact that it was true. Noah is, and always was, gorgeous. He had hipbones that made her go weak in the knees, and she was incapable of allowing herself a peak. Portraying her anger slightly more dramatic than it truly was was probably her best bet in hiding any other emotions she did not want seen. They were emotions that had not been with her for nearly a year, and she was not fond of their sudden reoccurrence. “I guess that means you’re just getting used to it.” He was just like the rest of the world. In the beginning, she had no desire to get to know him, but as their…fling…progressed she found herself seeing him in a different light. But now, now it was different. Whatever had made him special in her eyes was completely gone. She didn’t care what he thought or what he would say about her if her name were brought up in conversation. As far as she was concerned, Noah Weasley did not deserve even the slightest bit of honorable recognition from her. “I’d prefer to be called a bitch,” she paused for moment, looking him over, “rather than be a rude, self-absorbed, arrogant asshole.” If they were going to have a name-calling fight, she would win. Actually, no matter what happened in this conversation, she had one weapon that would grant her victory no matter what. Beatrice. “I feel like I should be bursting into tears right about now. I mean… that just hurt. So much.” Letting out a very forced laugh, Vee relaxed her stance a little. “Right, it was always a little small. No mystery there.” She allowed an eyebrow to rise slowly, challenging him. This was clearly not going to be a sentimental conversation. After all, the only thing that forced them to remain acquaintances was Beatrice and that was quite possibly the most awkward situation Veronica had ever found herself in. She knew Noah was praying she would not say anything. Apparently, he knew nothing about her. But nevertheless, she stood there challenging him on the size of his member. Their conversation would, hopefully, take an interesting turn. Actually, she was hoping for an opportunity to leave. There were far too many emotions swirling around inside her, she didn’t have the energy to deal with it. After all, she had yet to eat that day. It was time to sneak in the one meal she allowed herself to keep from dying. “Oh.” His lack of reaction set her in a frenzy. She turned on him quickly, shaking her head in disgust in his direction. “Oh, don’t you dare pretend to sound surprised,” her voice was filled with more anger and hatred than it had ever possessed. She was known for the biting way she spoke, but at that very moment, Noah was feeling her wrath. He probably deserved it to. Tears were forming behind her eyes, but Roni refused to let them through. That would show weakness, and if she wanted to win this fight, weakness was not allowed. “What do you really expect? Was I supposed to thank you for breaking my heart?!” She turned away from him once again, breathing deeply. She couldn’t allow herself to get emotional. For god’s sake, she never got emotional. It was just her luck that it would happen in front of him. She lost. He won. End of story. |
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| Noah Weasley | Aug 28 2006, 06:30 PM Post #7 |
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Noah wasn’t really to blame for the person that he had become. He had grown up in a life of privilege, the kind of life that any boy his age, or any person, would steal away without a second thought as to how it would affect him. Had it been taken away when he was younger, nothing would have happened. He would have been the same person, with the same life and the same friends. Minus the whole jackass part, of course, but still – and for once, Noah might’ve actually appreciated the things he had in life. But now, it was a completely different story. He got everything he wanted when he wanted it, and had been, since the age of five, a spoilt brat. And nothing had changed. Noah was nice mostly when he needed something, and being genuine with a person was basically taboo. But, contrary to Veronica’s belief, she had seen the person whom he actually was – snippy, obnoxious and sarcastic all of the time. And vulnerable; but that was their little secret. Even Daniel didn’t know about his impending lack of self-confidence, and that was something, considering the fact that the two were attached at the hip. “I’d prefer to be called a bitch rather than be a rude, self-absorbed, arrogant asshole.” He released a snort of amusement, pushing back any warning out of his mind. Veronica would win this fight; they both knew it. Noah may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was definitely no simpleton – Veronica had more insults up her sleeves then anyone else that he knew. “Nice job scanning me over. Still like what you see?” He bit his bottom lip, ignoring her comment to the best of his ability. Noah wanted nothing more then to yet at her, and scream at her, call her a slut and just storm away, but there was a voice in the back of his head screaming for him to stay. His heart was yelling go but his head was screaming, ‘stay, stay, stay!’. But did Noah ever listen to what his head? Depends which one. “Besides, you’re the only one who refers to me like that. Except maybe Roderick, but he doesn’t count because he’s an asshole. And if you say something about us having that in common…” he paused, contemplative look passing over his features before he continued, “well, I’m not sure. But just… never mind.” Noah really lost at this, didn’t he? When he needed to be articulate, he wasn’t. Ruddy fabulous. “Right, it was always a little small. No mystery there.” Again Noah laughed, his hands going to the back of his head this time, fingers interlocking for comfort. Most would have squirmed at that insult, taken offence and whined about it to their mates for the next few days. But Noah could do nothing but laugh. “Honestly, Veronica. I thought you could come up with more original insults,” he said back, his voice relaxed and calm. Insults were only insulting if they were relatively true, and even if it was only between him and Veronica, they both knew that it wasn’t. “And really, you can think that if you’d like. I’ve given up on caring about what you, and just about everyone else, thinks.” He gave a heave of his shoulders, seemingly apathetic, whereas inwardly, he wanted nothing more to keep yelling. It was amazing how angry was becoming his default setting. And sort of pathetic, too, but hey, there was nothing he could do about it. “What do you really expect? Was I supposed to thank you for breaking my heart?!” Noah had been half prepared to shoot an insult back at her, reverting back to normal, before he caught hold of what she said. Surprise etched itself onto his face, a look of genuine puzzlement taking over. “Your heart, Veronica? How could I have broken it? As far as I was concerned, you never let me in!” He was shouting at her now, his hands haven fallen back to his sides. “You pushed me away, farther and farther, so what did you expect? That I’d stay around and let you bash at my ego for no real reason when I thought the world of you? Jesus, Vee. What do you think that did to me? I haven’t been the same person since!” He took a few steps forward, his breathing quick and labored, before he paused. What was he doing? If he got close enough, she’d end up strangling him. That, or finding some new and improved way to hurt him. |
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| Veronica Crabbe | Sep 2 2006, 01:46 PM Post #8 |
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In a dire attempt of shutting out the world her parents lived in, Veronica had managed to completely detach herself from anything with any warmth. She had refused to end up like her mother, but the isolation left her cold and distant, and thusly she became the Hufflepuff no one wanted to deal with. No, that was a lie. She was the Hufflepuff they wanted to screw, but never be forced to talk to again. She had been given the reputation of a whore without even the opportunity to do anything. With a pretty face and a habit for very short flings, what else do you expect? And yet Noah was confused why she wouldn’t talk to him? Every guy she had ever spoken to, with the exception of Nik and her brother, had something else on their mind. Noah, was the only one to be lucky enough to get what they had wanted. When he had ended it, he turned out to be just like them, wanting that one thing and nothing more. “well, I’m not sure. But just… never mind.” “You don’t even make this fun,” she replied, right off the bat. And in all honesty, she was not having the usual fun she had when she argued, but this was slightly different. She was being taunted and toyed with. The Gods saw her constant struggle with life and were laughing in her failure. She hoped someone was at least enjoying the constant irritation she faced daily. “But let’s try a little honesty, huh? Next time you want to call someone a bitch, not just me, but still, think about all the shit they might be dealing with. You know, not everyone comes from the big loving Weasley family. So when you inherit your Daddy’s store, remember that some people were never guaranteed anything in life.” She spoke in the most condescending tone she was capable of mustering. Every word was meant to make him feel like the idiotic ass that he was. She hated him and everything he stood for. And still, she was the fighting the extremely large urge to jump on him and his half-naked self. God, she needed to find a guy of her own and soon. “And really, you can think that if you’d like. I’ve given up on caring about what you, and just about everyone else, thinks.” Veronica laughed. She laughed and shook her head in complete and utter shock at his hipocracy. “What a load of bull,” she said mid laugh and more to herself than to him. Of course he cared what they thought. He was Hufflepuff’s reigning Stud-god-like boy. He cared about every single thought that passed through the entirety of the female population’s minds. He wouldn’t have been so cocky if he didn’t. And Veronica knew there was one person who’s thoughts he cared about above all others. “You care. You know you do. You, above all people, care what others think and don’t like, because you know I’m right. And I have one word for you to prove it,” she paused, building up the tension between them. She would make the situation as awkward and uncomfortable between them, forcing him to feel the embarrassment she was left with when they were done. “Beatrice,” she allowed an eyebrow to rise, tempting him to challenge her. “Your heart, Veronica? How could I have broken it? As far as I was concerned, you never let me in!” She stepped towards him, furious at every word that left his mouth. Was he that naďve? Her face was red as she began to yell, “do you really think I’m that much of a slut Noah? You were the first and only person I have ever slept with. I’m a goddamn girl, that sort of thing means something. And you never asked me for anything more than we did.” Her eyes had yet to let a tear fall, but it was clear that they were building up behind. Tears were weak. She refused to let them fall. She hated being emotional and girly, but he was truly bothering her. He awoke every single emotion in her, to the point where she was forced to try and find some new way to cope. It was uncomfortable and it made her uneasy and she did not like it at all. “What do you think that did to me? I haven’t been the same person since!” Her breathing had grown heavy and she was growing frantic. She couldn’t look at him for fear that she would break down. She refused to let her wall crumble. She refused to be made look like a fool. She only looked at him while she spoke, her eyes focused on the ground between them at all other times. “I can’t help but not believe or care in a single word you say. You never once tried to have anything more. You just ended it, without even asking what I wanted or suggesting something different.” She took a deep breath, a single tear managing to sneak past her iron wall. She wiped it away quickly, looking back at him. “I was going to tell you I wanted something more. I was trying to think of the best way to tell you, when you said you wanted nothing more to do with me. So how the hell do you think that made me feel?” She ran her hands through her hair, turning away from him slightly. This was all too much to deal with. She wished there had never been anything between them. She wanted to be able to just live without the burden of watching him. Composing herself slightly, she looked forward, not in his direction, as she spoke, “you got it easy, Noah. You end anything with me and you have a flock of girls waiting at your beck and call. Me? I get to watch the only person I’ve ever been with or would ever want to be with, try and have some sort of relationship with my best friend.” She looked up at him for a brief moment, before once again turning away. |
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| Noah Weasley | Sep 10 2006, 10:03 PM Post #9 |
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Was he really that horrible of a person? Devon had told him on numerous occasions that he needed to lighten up, that he needed to find something to occupy all of the free time that he seemed to have. When he wasn’t with a group and forced to be pleasant, all Noah ever seemed to do was whine. And it fit him well, too. Spoilt rotten, rich – he was built to be a whiner. And somehow, privileged life and all, Noah took it all for granted. The only thing he ever really appreciated was his friends as large a generalization at that was (really, Noah hated being popular – it made him seem like such a tool). Nevertheless, Noah’s whole life was based on him not appreciating the things that were given to him or the one’s he had to work for. Even Veronica, despite the fact that they’d never gotten along, was someone he hadn’t appreciated. “So when you inherit your Daddy’s store, remember that some people were never guaranteed anything in life.” Noah could feel frustration wash over him, quick and painless, swallowing up any other emotion that he had been feeling previously. How had she gained the skill to push every single button he had without him knowing how she did it? Noah wasn’t even sure what it was about her miniature rant that made him angry. The fact that she automatically presumed he didn’t thing about other people’s feelings, maybe? He didn’t, but that was beside the point – the fact that she naturally assumed it was only making him feel worse. But then there was fact that she thought the Weasley family was all loving and ‘oh my gosh, we’re related, let’s hug’. Total load of bullocks, honestly. The whole family was divided, for the most part, especially Noah’s close family. To the world, they were the Weasley’s, the ones with fame and glory and riches to the point that it made Noah feel like he was suffocating. Everyone else, except maybe Adrianna and Marie-Gabrielle, were just little relatives to them. Or maybe, just the fact that she thought he was promised everything in life. What if the business floundered? Unlikely, but it was always a chance. “You say that like I actually want that bloody store. I hate it. I don’t even want the family name, for God sake!” “Beatrice.” ‘Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Why are girls always right?’ Noah reach up, hastily running a hand through his hair, mussing it as he went. This wasn’t fair. He had nothing against her and she had everything against him. He had been open and honest with her, an almost decent person, and she had gone and shoved it in his face. And the funny this was that he wasn’t surprised she had done it, either. Noah was almost positive that it was Veronica’s soul goal in life to break him down and tear him apart. Mind you, had he been in her position, he probably would’ve been doing the same thing. Hurting her would’ve been top priority. But in his position, all he wanted to do was run away and whine about her being right about everything all of the time. “Okay, fine. You win. I fold,” he murmured. “Step on my ego and make me incorrect all of the time. Honestly, I really don’t mind.” Noah rolled his eyes, miffed, holding back any type of whine that he had felt morally inclined to release. Now was a time when he needed Devon around. She always made him feel better, like a better person capable of amazing things. And right now, that was what he needed – a pick-me-up. That, or a Venti Double Chocolate Chip Frap from a Muggle Starbucks. Either would have worked wonders. “So how the hell do you think that made me feel?” There was a snort, followed shortly thereafter by Noah attempting to muffle a laugh at himself. “I don’t believe I told you I wanted nothing to do with you. Honestly, I always figured I was rather gentlemanly about it. ‘I’m sorry, Veronica, but I just… can’t do this anymore. I mean, no one wants to be verbally harassed half-way through putting their clothes back on.’” Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been gentlemanly, but the words ‘nothing to do with you’ weren’t in there, were they? Maybe if they had been, Veronica and he would’ve ended on a horrible note and the idea of dating Beatrice would’ve never, ever, entered his mind. Then there would be no fight right now, and his chances of dying young would be greatly diminished. But, the chances of Veronica beating him weren’t really that high, either – she seemed too emotional for rage and violence. “Me? I get to watch the only person I’ve ever been with or would ever want to be with, try and have some sort of relationship with my best friend.” He was the only one? Score! Courage and happiness lit up his face for only a moment, but he stuffed it away as quickly as possible, focusing on the matter at hand. If Noah was lucky, emotions would still be lingering there, in some shape or form, and maybe they’d be able to sit down and have a polite conversation. Discuss what had happened between them, and why it had fallen apart under both of their noses. Did Noah still have feelings for her? No. Every bit of his attention was directed to Beatrice. He might not have found her all that attractive, but there was something else there, something emotional that he wanted to dwell on and take charge of. But for now, he was going to focus on Veronica and maybe, maybe, make this whole thing better. “Veronica…” he said softly, his words laced with care and compassion, “I’m sorry. I’ve never been with anyone else either, you know. I regretted what I did for a long time.” He paused, pacing forward, before placing a hand against the small of her back, his shoulder brushing gently against hers. “I…” Noah’s voice trailed off, his eyes watching the side of her face for any sort of emotion, something that he could utilize and manipulate. And then there was something that he hadn’t suspected, a pang of remaining urge and leftover caring. Without another though, Noah’s free hand went to the side of Veronica’s face, gently turned it towards him, his lips gently pressing against hers. |
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| Veronica Crabbe | Sep 17 2006, 09:36 PM Post #10 |
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not g o o d enough
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The fact of the matter was simply that Veronica Rosalie Crabbe had grown tired of living. She was tired of the disappointment and the loneliness and the constant pain centered on her stomach. She had never truly known anything other than heartache. It wasn’t some stupid melodramatic teenage existence; it was reality. Vee had grown up knowing exactly what it felt like to not be wanted. She expected to be shunned by her peers and abandoned by the men she fell for. She hated pity, especially when people assumed it was what she wanted. She wanted to be free to live without the burden of being an accident, and a bitch, and a Crabbe-Bulstrode offspring. Few people understood. Her brother had never truly understood what it felt like. But after sixteen years of pain and disappointments and hunger for something more, she was simply tired of that small voice saying if she could just hold out it my get better. It never got better. Nothing ever went her way. She grew up and realized that hope was an invention created by man to excuse the problems in life. She had no hope. She had nothing left. “You say that like I actually want that bloody store. I hate it. I don’t even want the family name, for God sake!” “Oh my fucking god. You are unbelievably ignorant!” She was yelling now as she ran her hands through her hair in frustration. He just didn’t get it. She didn’t care about him or where ever the hell he came from. What bothered was that he always tried to be the victim. ’Oh I’m rich and I hat e my daddy. Boo hoo, I’m gorgeous and people use me.’ A load of bloody bull. Veronica did not want his pity. She didn’t even want his compassion. She simply wanted him to know that he had the world in his hand. She had a grain of sand in comparison. “You have everything. I have shit. And it’s not some stupid competition but,” she paused for a second, thinking of what best to say. She wasn’t sure how to get across the point, “but at least you’re wanted. I don’t even know who my sodding father is.” She turned from him again. She was so angry and she had no idea why. Her breathing was heavy, each breath short and very angered in sound. She would need to learn how to talk to people. Clearly, this wasn’t working for her. “Step on my ego and make me incorrect all of the time. Honestly, I really don’t mind.” Rolling her eyes at him, she gave up. Her stance relaxed and she grew simply emotionless with him. He didn’t deserve her time. He whined and begged for compliments from everyone. She wouldn’t give him one. She wouldn’t give him anything after this. “Stop it Noah. I don’t care anymore. I don’t give a rat’s arse so do whatever the hell you want and leave me alone.” Her arms crossed over her chest as she studied his reaction. Perhaps it had been a stunning realization, an epiphany so to say, but she realized she would never have him again. Little Roni lost her chance and there was nothing left to do about it except move on and avoid him like the plague. Yes, avoid him. That was mature. She hated the confusion he caused her. She didn’t understand anything when she was with him. “…I mean, no one wants to be verbally harassed half-way through putting their clothes back on.” Was he serious? He was laughing at her. Veronica felt her cheeks flush as her face gained the rare red hue that only accompanied extreme embarrassment. She felt her eyes fill with water, but she refused to let him see. It would be just another excuse to laugh at her. She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, her stature growing defensive. As each moment passed her hatred for him grew. He made her sick and it would be a gift if she never had to see him again. “You’re an asshole. You’ve always been an asshole.” That was all she said on the matter. There was no need to discuss it. He could dwell on the fact that she hated him more than life itself. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been with anyone else either, you know. I regretted what I did for a long time.” She stared straight ahead. If she looked at him she’d break down. If she listened to him she’d break down. Veronica focused her eyes on what was directly in front of her, lockers. She thought about whose locker she might be staring at and what they were doing. She thought of anything to keep her distracted over how close they were or what he was saying to her. She didn’t want to know. There were reasons why she couldn’t be his friend. She wanted more and anything less was heartbreaking. But her forced thoughts were disrupted when she felt his hand on the small of her back. Chills traveled up her spine and she felt her eyes water slightly. She couldn’t say anything. And then his hand touched her cheek. His hand was warm against her skin and looked up at him, a soft, “Noah…” escaping her before it happened. He kissed her and she closed her eyes gently, returning the sentiment. Her arms snaked their way gently around him, on resting on his shoulder, the other on his chest. She had missed this. She had missed him. And she did not care what she was doing. For once in her life, she thought of herself over a friend. |
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| Noah Weasley | Sep 25 2006, 07:58 PM Post #11 |
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pretty h a t e machine
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Everyone made presumptions about the way that Noah lived and how he scorned the family name. People assumed that he was just dwelling on anything related to angst, in a way that he should’ve done ages ago. While most kids hit a bit of depression about twelve or thirteen, Noah had coasted past that stage, remaining a happy (sort of) and healthy (not really – Noah had had the chicken pox twice) person. But now that he was older, and perhaps just a little bit more mature, it was catching up with him. His mood was in the negatives and so was his confidence. All the years of being relatively happy were catching up with him. Or maybe, he was being punished for being so horrible to Veronica? Either way, karma was being a bitch and Noah wasn’t sure he liked it. Actually, that was a lie – Noah was positive that he didn’t like it. He was used to everything going his way and getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. This was no difference. All Noah wanted to do was forget about Bee and Veronica and maybe, just maybe, focus on having some kind of relatively normal life again. Chances? Slim. He went to Hogwarts; normal life involved massive amounts of drama and half-drugged, obnoxiously promiscuous fifteen-year-olds (mainly the Slytherin house). “…but at least you’re wanted. I don’t even know who my sodding father is.” Noah couldn’t help but feel guilty – sometimes, he forgot how tragic and damaged Veronica was. Again, another perk of being a student at Hogwarts; every student had angst up the ass and listening to them bitch about it was completely amusing. Except with Veronica… she, Noah felt sorry for. He made his life sound so bad because he was being forced into an arrangement he hated, and he was given the leeway to complain because, oh my, everyone loved him. He was popular and allowed to whiny, because apparently his life sucked and he was easy as hell. Really, the more Noah thought about it, the more he was convinced that he should’ve been a Slytherin. Could you imagine? Noah Weasley, Slytherin Extraordinaire. Oh, god. Maybe then he’d be able to tell that wretched Dolohov kid to stop stealing. His. Haircut. “Vee…” he mouthed, no sound coming out as he fell into reverie. Honestly, he was really pathetic. The only thing that worried him was how much people liked him. Really, what kind of way was that to live? He really, really needed to find something else to preoccupy his time. Like he’d told Iain, maybe he’d be a stripper. “You’re an asshole. You’ve always been an asshole.” Noah had heard that a million times before and he was sure it was going to just keep coming. There was nothing about it that insulted him, so he just shrugged his shoulders, content to see what Veronica was going to throw at him next. Really, the pair of them should’ve gotten some sort of award for couple of the year – they were the embodiment of dysfunction, and to any onlookers, it was probably hilarious. But then there was the fact that no one knew about what they’d done… and how had they missed it? Noah and Veronica hadn’t been the subtlest people in the world – in fact, Noah was surprised that someone hadn’t found out about them. Perhaps it was better that someone hadn’t, as gossip tended to spread around Hogwarts like wildfire. One person would tell two people, then they would each tell two people, and in a matter of minutes, the whole population of the school would know that Veronica Crabbe and Noah Weasley had gone at it like rabbits. Oh, god, the shame. Noah could just imagine what Devon would say – and she’d probably babble to his mum. And then she’d run and tell the rest of the family and Noah would be the boy that stole ‘that Crabbe girl’s virginity – oh, god, this really wasn’t going anywhere good, and no matter what direction it went, Noah lost. He was doomed. Doomed! As in, the sun was going to explode and he was going to be the first to be burned alive. “Noah…” Noah had to admit, the way that Veronica always said his name (whether in a yell or very, very softly), it sounded better then when anyone else said it, and he wasn’t really sure why. He didn’t have feelings for Veronica any more and he knew that he didn’t – this was basically his way of using her to get exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. Noah was in control of the situation and it made him feel more comfortable. That, and the fact that Veronica had returned the kiss, versus pushing him away and/or slapping him, was making it much more tolerable. He allowed his hand to linger on the small of her back for only a moment, before he pulled her to him, as close as he could with the only space between them being his thumb. It was against her hip, massaging small circles against the fabric of her clothing. For only a second, Noah pulled away from her, but only enough that he could speak (which a small pant before he did so). “God, Veronica… I’ve missed you.” He watched her for a moment, almost expectant, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows came together. Noah didn’t have any more romantic feelings for her, but he sure as hell missed the whole making-out/sex thing. It had been almost a way for him to relieve stress, and now he was (hopefully) only moments away from getting that back. At least until he found a way to make Beatrice know he could be a decent guy. |
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