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Post by MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR on Jan 10, 2013 16:59:51 GMT
 It was in the middle of the night and Megan could hardly get to sleep. Black eyes glazed straight ahead at the ceiling. She was trying to calm down after yet another nightmare. She slowly turned around and buried her face in the pillow. This was not right. This was not fair. Why should she have to suffer because of her status as a halfblood? Needless to say, she had a bit more rights than her muggleborn friends. She could have decided not to have a master. Someone had already made that decision. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she slowly stumbled out of bed, hitting the floor with a small thud. She still had two more years left to go and Evan only had one. She just hoped and prayed silently to Merlin that she would not see him during the summer. As if he knew where she lived! At the thought her stomach sunk a bit. All he would have to tell an owl is her name. Or maybe he could access the files in the headmaster’s office. Would be allowed to do that? Megan took a deep shaking breath, shaking her head at her thoughts. They were only thoughts, or theories after all. He wouldn’t be able to but she was a bit uncertain at that thought. There was no telling what Evan would do to her.
There was no telling what lengths he would go to find out where she lived. A small shudder went through her body as she rose shaking to her feet. There was no way she would be able to go back to sleep now. Her mind was active, whirling with many thoughts and imagination. Her imagination was worse. Especially at night. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she got dressed in the dark. There was no way she would be able to sleep now. Wand, she thought, feeling underneath her bed. Somehow Megan was convinced that there was something underneath the bed. Waiting, just waiting to grab her and pull her under. She shook her head as her fingers made contact with the wood of the wand. She was just being silly. It was the result of seeing too many muggle movies with Allison. The family would take a weekend in the summer to visit a muggle theater. She always had to laugh at the sight of Kyle’s face. The awe and the wonder of the people in the screen. Nathan always had to giggle at him. She scrambled out from under her bed, gripping her wand tightly. “Lumos,” She whispered softly. The wand tip ignited. Finally. Finally she was able to see in the dark now.
A few minutes later she was out of the Ravenclaw Tower. Her cloak around her shoulders. It would be foolish to have her wand out so she placed it in her robe pocket. Where she would always know it was there and she would have it in reach. The corridors at night were always eerie. The moonlight made the shadows seemed bigger. She slunk in the shadows, able to pass the perfects and the Heads doing patrol duty. A few teachers were also milling about, talking quietly among themselves. They were whispering their protests about the new laws. She saw her head of house among them and winced. Not for the first time Megan wished she had the power to become invisible. It would certainly be useful. The ghosts glided across the floors. They seemed more ominous. She shuddered to herself, forcing her thoughts to be quiet for once that night. Where to go at night? Where to go? Her first thought was the library. But her feet made the decision for her. She soon pushed open the door to the Astronomy Tower and blinked. I really should pay attention to my surroundings, she thought to herself as she stepped to one of her many favorite places. She settled herself by leaning against the wall, gazing up at the cloudless sky. It was a perfect night for stargazing. The moon was full, casting it’s pearly glow on the Hogwarts grounds. It was peaceful. Very much peaceful and serene. Caught up in the beauty of it, Megan failed to hear the door opening again.
Tagged. Leia with Alexie.
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on Feb 1, 2013 2:17:02 GMT
It seemed as if sleep was escaping her once more. Alex didn’t always have trouble sleeping, but recently her sleeping habits have become random and positively annoyed her to no end. She wasn’t in bed as she should have been, but instead had been in the common room, in her favorite corner where no one really bothered her, no matter if there was space for them or not. However, despite what some people thought, she wasn’t up doing homework, but rather she was writing her ‘list of problems’. It wasn’t as if she had a lot of problems, but she just liked writing them down and watching them burn. It was like watching her troubles turn to ash right in front of her very eyes. It helped her keep a cool mind and attitude, for some reason or another. Most people would think it strange, she knew, but it was just something she did that really did help her. Who were they to judge?
The only sound that filled her ears was the scratching of her quill on the parchment. As she wrote, almost absentmindedly, it was as if she was on autopilot. The moment something came up as she was writing, it went down on the list. It was as if she were wired to be able to just know what to put down instead of thinking of it. Sometimes it felt as if she was just writing and she didn’t know what it was until she was done. Tonight was one of those times. Her hazel green eyes seemed almost blank as she wrote, staring at the parchment as if she was staring at nothing. Watching the quill move, leaving familiar elegant marks that was her handwriting. Ink permanently staining the parchment, forming words she wasn’t paying attention to. Her hand was moving on its own, as if she were possessed or something. However, the thought quickly flew from her mind as it seemed to just get crowded once more.
There was nothing she could do now except just write. Really, her mind was too chaotic at the moment for her to actually focus on doing something, and besides, it wasn’t as if she could will herself to stop. Once she was on a roll, it was difficult to get Alex away from finishing it. It happened with homework and essays as well. Once, she was doing so well on an essay that she hadn’t stopped to do anything until she finished it. Of course, she got an O on it, what else would she have gotten? That was the thing with Alex. Once her mind was set on doing something, once she was in her zone, she completed whatever it was. And she did it to perfection. It was sort of like a second nature to her, to do something until she found it to be perfect. Call her a perfectionist, but she didn’t think she was that bad. I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too. she began to sing, a soft, gentle, soothing lull within the darkness.
Of course, it was only because she was conscious of the fact that there wasn’t anyone there – at least, anyone she didn’t see. Singing always seemed to calm her mind and allow her to feel free. It was something she did whenever she felt too restricted or uncomfortable or anything in her own life. It was like a release for her. And not many people knew that, barely anyone knew that. As of yet, only a select couple of people had walked in on her singing. I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you? she continued, her melodic voice filling up the silence.
Despite the fact that she began to consciously sing, her hand was still moving on its own, continuing writing as if she were in a rush. But she wasn’t. Alexandria just hoped that this would help her get some sleep, seeing as it helped her keep her cool and calm. The parchment was three-quarters filled with her neat, elegant handwriting, but she paid to mind to it as she continued to just jot down the thoughts in her head. It helped keep her mind organized as well, despite how chaotic it seemed at the moment. Look into the mirror, who’s inside there? The one with the long hair. she continued, her hazel green gaze still unfocused at the parchment in front of her.
Same old me again today… she trailed off as she finally stopped writing. Her eyes looking at the parchment in front of her, as she placed her quill down with a gentleness one wouldn’t usually associate with her cold façade. As strange as it sounds, Alex didn’t have a candle with her. Instead, she sat by the window, knowing there wouldn’t be anyone else up at this time – there hardly ever was the last time she was up this late – and used the light from the moon and stars instead. It wasn’t exactly the best of lighting, but it served well enough for her. She could see every word on the parchment, and the fact that she didn’t feel as if the darkness was suffocating aided also. After looking at it for a while, the fifth year pulled out her wand, fully intending to set the piece of parchment on fire. However, she stopped as she heard the sound of one of the doors opening from the dormitories. Glancing towards the stairs, she was surprised to note that it was a girl coming down, as boys couldn’t get up the girls staircase. The figure continued on, moving their way outside the Ravenclaw common room. Blinking, Alexandria suddenly noted that it was Megan Taylor. A friend she had in Ravenclaw. They were in the same year, after all and got along well enough. More so than Alexandria did with some others – having either found them annoying or them having found her cold.
With a slight exhale, Alex murmured the incendio spell and watched as her paper caught fire. As her troubles and problems soon turned into nothing but ash, burning in the flames. Saying a quick spell to clean up the little pile of ash that ended up in front of her from her parchment, Alex turned and made her way out of the common room, wondering where her friend would have went. After a few moments of walking down the hall, Alexandria found herself outside the Astronomy Tower. She hadn’t realized she was headed there. Making her way up, she noted stopped as she opened the door, immediately noticing the tower wasn’t empty, as she had originally thought. Megan? her soft voice asked as she wandered in, noting the view of the sky from there. She was tempted to use the telescope that was there, but decided not to.
Don’t go standing too close to the edge you know. You could fall off, lost in your own little world like that. she smirked, back to the same old Alex that she put out for everyone to see. Sarcastic. However, her coldness wasn’t too bad when she was with people she actually tolerated or liked well enough, like Megan. Or leaning too forward or you’d end up falling by accident.
TAGGED, laura with megan
NOTES, again, terribly sorry for the wait! and for the rambling! <3
LYRICS, another day by paramore
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Post by MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR on Feb 12, 2013 18:35:19 GMT
The soft glow of the moon spread across the Hogwarts grounds. Megan took a deep shaking breath, letting go of the stress that had been piling up over the few weeks. The scene below was so peaceful and it reminded Megan of better times. Better times when the wizarding world was not in such chaos and misery. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she made herself comfortable on the ledge. She lounged to go back to those times. She shook her head at herself frowning a bit. There’s no point in thinking about that right now, she thought. The black haired girl bit down on her lower lip as she carefully pulled out her legs. She made sure not to do anything that would end up falling to her death perhaps. She did come that close when a voice almost made her jump. Megan quickly grabbed the edges of the ledge. It took her a while to calm herself as she slowly turned. Dread filling her as she thought of Evan invading her personal privacy. Well there was no need to worry about that. He does what he likes to, she thought somewhat bitterly. She counted her blessings that Evan didn’t know how to read minds. Or else she would have been in deep trouble for her thoughts. She would have been hanging by her wrists from the dungeons or even worst.
Luckily for Megan she didn’t have to worry about it. Once she recognized the voice she let out a shaky laugh. Really, she was getting worked up over nothing. Then again she did have the reason to worry. “Alex! You nearly put me into an early grave.” She gave a shaky smile at the other girl. Alex was a good friend to Megan. They were both in the same year and same house so it was natural that they would end up meeting. Once she heard the last name Megan had instantly feared for her life. She silently asked herself what would a Nott be doing in Ravenclaw? Surely she would have joined her family in Slytherin. Megan sighed as she ran a hand through her hair trying to calm herself down. “Sorry. I thought…you were trying to sneak up on me.” The black hair girl was lucky that it was dark enough to hide her creeping blush. How could she explained to her best friend that she thought the other girl was some crazed psycho killer in the making? She winced at the small tingle of the bracelet. It was a few of the things that she loathed about the wizarding world. She lowered her arm to glance at it, idly wondering what would happen if she somehow ripped it off and threw it over the astronomy tower.
She couldn’t help but to let out a dark snort at the thought. They would end up finding the bracelet and glancing down to see who it was. It marked the pureblood and the less than worthy. She would be tortured for almost up to a week. Well it was a thought anyways, she mused silently glaring a bit at the silver marked on her wrist. Oh Merlin I need some help, she thought with a slight shake of her head. The other girl’s voice was the one who pulled her out of her gloomily thoughts. She snorted. “Well at least it would please some people who would like nothing better to do than to see me dead.” She threw a dark look at the edge before slowly crawling back. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.” Megan attempted at a shaky smile. The two of them got along great despite the difference in their blood status. She was lucky to find a friend in Alex. Maybe one that would make a good addition to her group of friends. She gave the blonde haired girl a sideways look, wondering what the two girls would think. The corners of her lips twitched into a small smile. Alexis would jump to the defense. Katherine would probably get along well with her.
Well it was a thought at least, she shook her head. Not introduce Alex yet. Megan was a bit afraid of what would happen. “I haven’t seen you much this year.” She told her longtime friend fondly. “I was hoping we could catch up a lot one of these days. It just happens to be of nighttime.” There was a teasing tone to her voice. “How was your summer?” Oh yes a great amount of conversation that would always end up no matter where one was. “Hope it went slightly better than mine.” Well there was a bit of a truth moment there. She did have a better summer. Her parents were still working things out and they stopped the fighting. It was actually Allison who had thought of the idea of seeing a shrink. It was something that still weirded Megan out. They had chosen to go to a muggle shrink rather than a wizard one. Of course they had to hide the fact that they were part of a ‘secret society’. One that has a law against revealing themselves to a non-magic folk. She remembered she still had trouble saying she was a witch and would be in her fifth year at a school for witches and wizards. Oh yea, that would have gone down well with the shrink. She sighed softly, her mind was filling with thoughts that she had a hard time of trying to get out of her mind.
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Post by ALEXANDRIA LEIGH NOTT on Feb 16, 2013 3:50:55 GMT
The fifth year Ravenclaw merely raised an eyebrow at her friend’s sort of accusation. And whose fault with that be with yourself so close to the edge like that? she teased in a light tone. Of course, had Megan actually been in real danger of falling off the tower, Alex wouldn’t be so calm. As a matter of fact, she would have took out her want and shot out a spell at her to slow her fall or stop her in midair or something of that sort. Just be thankful I didn’t speak as you were dangling your legs, Taylor. she continued, an amused glint in her eyes. You should have been holding onto the bar. Anyone else could have come up here and push you down you know. this time, her tone had a touch of concern, but most of it was hidden by the suddenly neutral expression and tone she adapted whenever she surpressed her emotions.
It didn’t always happen like that. Sometimes, she could keep them in easily. However, should she be too emotional at the moment, it was much more difficult to maintain the icy façade and so Alex had adapted to just shutting down, to a neutral emotional state. Her voice was still soft, but her tone barely had room for emotion, and what little emotion was heard through, was most likely the strongest she was feeling. Her eyes were the same, so expressive it was difficult to keep her emotions to herself at times. If I wanted to sneak up on you, I would have. It took her a few moments to recollect herself and end the neutral emotional state, and when she did, her voice was amused, with the slightest hint of her oh so infamous sarcasm.
Her hazel green eyes narrowed at Megan’s next words. She didn’t like when people spoke about themselves as if they were nothing. It was only then, when you agree that you become nothing. Only you can make yourself you. Only you can make yourself stronger, just as only you can make yourself into nothing. she thought, sniffing slightly in distain at Megan and her words. You shouldn’t think like that. That is as if you’re saying as long as others are happy, you’re fine with dying. she stated softly, her eyes serious and a tad bit angered. She wasn’t always the most secure and confident person in the world, but Alex would never thought that she would be best dead. And when she did, there was a stubborn part of her that refused to listen and pushed the thoughts away, telling her she was stronger than that. That she was better than that.
And though she was rather icy in her personality, Alexandria just wouldn’t put up with something like this. When people talk down on you, they are just words of others. When you talk down on yourself, it is not just words, because they are your own words, and that makes you believe them, whether you want to or not. The power one’s own words had for a person was more than she had originally thought. But Alex was smart, she was strong. She would get through it. Now, if only Megan could think the same, instead of thinking of how happy it would make those who wished to see her dead. It may have sounded like a ‘bright side’, but it was not. It was just not-so-empty words to herself that had the potential to break her, to make herself feel as if she were unworthy to live this life of hers. And she wasn’t.
Complain, argue. Don’t just stand there and say it’s okay. she would have yelled, if she were the yelling type. However, as her voice was naturally soft, her yelling just wasn’t equivalent to the yelling most people did. The only way she could yell was through her tone, which was slightly harsh. A harsh tone always served well in place of yelling. At least, so she found.
However, as Megan mentioned not seeing her around, Alex’s hard gaze softened and she gave a slight, flighty smile towards the other Ravenclaw. It was true, they hadn’t seen each other much this year, given all that has happened. Now that the muggleborn and halfblood laws are in place, it felt as if there was a barrier between the purebloods and everyone else. Alex saw it that way, how some friends would be careful where they tread, how some relationships changed. How some people were owned, as if people could be owned. Humans were not animals, therefore they could not be owned by other humans. The idea made no sense to her; it was as if a hippogriff owned its own hippogriff. What with House Elves and whatnot, she just couldn’t fathom the reasoning. However, seeing who her family was, Alex kept her thoughts to herself, like a good pureblood lady should and followed the decisions their head of house – in this case, their father – had chosen. It was the same as usual, though we spent part of our summer in France. It was tres magnifique. she smiled, talking fluenty at the end. Of course, most purebloods learned more than one language on the fact that most well-respected, high standing pureblood families owned homes in more than one country. Alex couldn’t really argue, as she loved to learn and she loved going to France.
Though I do apologize for the lack of letters last summer. she frowned, they had exchanged perhaps a couple or a few, but that was it in contrast to the nearly weekly owls the previous summers. Of course, it was to be expected, the way things are going. Changes being made that affected everyone. It was only the matter of how if affected you. You may hope, but I don’t know how your summer went, so how can I say? she teased in a light tone, another smile playing on her lips. Her gaze turned briefly towards the black night sky before focusing back on her friend.
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