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Post by becca on Apr 27, 2009 0:38:38 GMT -5
, When I was smaller, wishing I was taller
I woke up one morning and my mama was gone It was a midnight and Becca couldn’t sleep. Recently, she wasn’t able to sleep causing herself to lack focus during the classes. Then again, it wasn’t like she really was paying attention. Most of the things that were taught was about the Dark Arts. She had no interest in it. She groaned as she rose from her bed, only wearing a plain black tank top and capris. She sighed as she got out and put her hair up into a messy bun. Becca had never been one for breaking rules, but right now, she really needed to get something off her mind. She longed for her mam back in France. She wished that she were there. She had always been welcomed there and now that she was in England, she didn’t feel like she was in the ‘social crowd’. No matter how hard she tried she wasn’t able to fit in. She was always different. Becca had to admit that it was most likely her veela blood. She was half veela and because of that, she knew that she would never fit in as much as she would like to. It was her sixth year and she should’ve realized it by now.
Becca silently slipped through the hallways and licked her lips out of nervousness. She went to the seventh floor and walked past a certain wall three times. I need a room where I’m able to be myself without anyone knowing… I need a room where I’m able to be myself without anyone knowing… she thought to herself as she hoped for the Room of Requirements. She had been there a couple times this year and Becca always used it for secrets and such. It was always very useful. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a door there. Smiling with relief, she looked both ways before going inside. She closed the door quietly before looking to where she had imagined. It was her old ballet studio. She had loved to dance when she was younger. She never went anywhere without her ballet slippers and hey! Right in the middle of the wooden floor was a pair of tattered slippers.
Becca smiled as she went over to them and quickly slipped them on. She stretched and went over to the bars. She remembered when she first came, she had unnaturally crashed into the mirror causing a stain of blood to be seen on it. She laughed lightly seeing a little dent where it had been. She had been so upset that time. Becca took a deep breath and danced a little bit. It didn’t matter whether there was any music or not. She had time to remember everything. By the time perspiration was coming down, it was two o’clock. She had never felt so relieved about dancing before. She smiled as she took a break, sitting near the mirrors and looking out at everyone else. In an instant, there was a creak of the door. Someone was coming in?! How was it possible? Becca’s eyes widened from fear and she froze with anticipation.
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on Apr 27, 2009 17:09:40 GMT -5
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Nicodemus was making his nightly rounds. Being a prefect, he was expected to ensure that no student was up and about after hours. Nicodemus was not a strict enforcer of this rule, in fact he'd only been on his best behaviour so that he would be awarded the position for his last year and could wander around himself doing as he pleased. It helped that he came from a prestigeous family, and while not overly so his father could still manage to get allow Nicodemus a chance at the top. Oh, as well as a chance to make prefects seem less like tyrants and more like respectable student officers. He'd been wanting the chance since his first year, and the years following in which most prefects and head boys would bully his classmates and friends. None really dared touch him, since he had that beater-build which told most to stay far away. That was if they valued their health and well being.
He was dressed in his school uniform, wand pointed outwards in front of him. The tip was lit, sending out a circular ball of light that bobbed along in front of him. Nothing so far had caught his attention or made him investiage further. Nicodemus was not a suspicious person by nature but he tried to be more investigative than normal when he was out stalking the hallways. Turning a new route, Nicodemus hummed a little tune to himself. This was getting old. The worst part? The Head Boys shift wasn't to end for another couple of hours. If Nicodemus wasn't so dead-set against shirking duties when he was so lucky to have this position in the first place, he would have headed back to his own homeroom. The Head Boy already knew that no student would dare enter the hallways at night, not usually anyways.
Shoving his wand in his back pocket, he narrowed his eyes. Was that light spilling out across the corridor floor? And from where? Somebody was out of their common room, when they should have been nestled beneath the covers of their bed. Moving from a slinking walk into a brisk trot, Nicodemus' eyes flashed. Who would be out of bed at this time? It was nearly two in the morning. Nicodemus himself was weary, even if he got to bed earlier than most to make up for lost sleep on his nightshifts patrolling school hallways. He stopped his pace, coming to a halt. Pulling his wand back out, Nicodemus crept forward and gently poked the door, opening it just a smidge. Light poured out, and he saw a sliver of the innards.
This was no doubt the room of requirements, as Nicodemus failed to bring forth any memory in which he recalled Hogwarts having a dance studio. He could tell just by the mirrors on the walls, along with the bar lining them and the wooden flooring that whoever was in this room obviously was a dancer. That elminated most people he knew. Well, knew personally at least. Pushing it open so that he could see fully inside of it, Nicodemus squinted his eyes agains the barrage of light that poured into them. After creeping about the back hallways and rooms, in almost complete pitch darkness, Nicodemus was not used to the bright light that made it seem like it was really daytime.
Stepping into the room and blinking his eyes until they were adjusted, Nicodemus looked at the girl and frowned. She seemed familiar to him, though obviously was not in his year. He liked to think he was aquainted at least with most in his year. "I'm Nicodemus Zwolft, and also Head Boy of Slytherin. Who are you and what is your business being up at this hour?" He asked in a blunt, expressionaless voice. Nicodemus put forth no friendly gesture, but neither did he make any effort to be cruel. Just indifferent. Perhaps this would be an interesting find. Sometimes Nicodemus didn't even report his captures or findings to the other people on his team, or even the Head of his House.
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Post by becca on Apr 27, 2009 22:19:42 GMT -5
, And when I got home, before I said Amen
asking God if he could play it again The thing that she didn’t want most was if it was a professor. That was it. Becca bit back a rude comment before standing up. She wasn’t scared of a prefect. Personally, she had seen many scarier things and him? He hardly counted in the top a thousand. She walked over to him and even though he was taller than her, she didn’t mind. Putting on some veela grace, she smiled at him. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but it wasn’t a cheeky one either. She had no intention in being rude or dismissing the boy. He had power over her and she respected that. Becca figured he was probably older than her, but she didn’t mind too much. She had met other people who were older than her and they never intimidated her. When you live in France, you see many, many things. She tucked her blond hair behind her ear and glanced at the boy up and down. He was definitely good looking. He had a nice body and figured that he got the girls if he wanted them.
She nodded his direction. “And I’m Rebecca Nott. Nice to meet you Nicodemus,” Becca said, her voice just as flat as his. She wasn’t a smart alec. She never believed that she was capable of convincing people well… that was until she managed to convince her way out of a crime one time. Muggle police were too easy. She gave him another expressionless smile. She turned around and walked a few steps back to the spot where she had been sitting before. Becca was also used to people who thought they knew everything. Being in France, then living in London was a much different experience than she would’ve ever thought. She basically had two sides to her. One was the sweet and naïve one. She had been the French girl who had an innocent smile and loved to be with her mam. She knew that it wasn’t always going to get her anywhere and that’s why she had her second side. Becca had gotten this side from her father. She could be very cunning and sly. She knew what people wanted and gave it to them. She was able to talk her way out of anything. It was simple really. With her father’s blood and her mam’s veela blood, she could practically get out of anything.
She stood as she faced the mirror for a moment before facing the Slytherin. Becca’s face was hard to read because of the mixed signals she was giving the boy. Her flat smile turned into a more charming one. Her fingers touched the ballet bar lightly before her voice filled the room once more, “I’m here to dance.” The sound seemed almost dreamlike as she took another glance in the mirror. She turned back to the boy. “And tell me, do prefects stay up all night to make sure everything’s tip top?” Her voice was both graceful and seductive. She made sure not to make herself seem demanding and rude. The best thing about being a veela was that she was able to manipulate anyone she wanted. It was almost too easy.
-ooc: no prob. This’ll be interesting. XD and sorry if she seems a bit creepy at first-
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on Apr 28, 2009 14:02:50 GMT -5
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Nicodemus raised an eyebrow as she came closer, but at the same time the seeds of a smile were planted. It didn't take much to put Nicodemus in a good mood, especially not when a pretty girl his age was involved, and he found himself quite attracted to her for some odd reason. She was undeniably beautiful, that was without question. However, there was something else about her ... a certain charm that made her somewhat irresistible. It was probably all in his mind, so he gave himself a mental shake and blinked once. Rebecca Nott? Didn't he know that same somewhere?
Then it hit him square between the eyes. He knew exactly who she was. The daughter of an infamous Death Eater, who'd spent some of her life living in France. Nicodemus couldn't say he knew her story as well as some of the other, more ferocious Purebloods, but he knew enough to spark some interest. "Rebecca ... " He mumbled "Aren't you the daughter of Theodore Nott?" The last part of his sentence was spoken louder, with more of a push that showed he knew he was right.
She wasn't stupid, Nicodemus knew. Her voice had been as flat as his was when she answered him. She hadn't attempted flirting, and hadn't shown any fear nor apprehension with her tone. This made Nicodemus a bit weary, as he didn't know how to read her, and wasn't sure how to go about telling her that she wasn't allowed to be out of bed at this hour. Perhaps, though, he wouldn't need to. Nicodemus realized with a slight mental shudder that he didn't want her to leave. He didn't want to get her in trouble, or escort her back to the Slytherin dormitories. He wanted to sit here and listen to her talk. That was dangerous in of itself, because normally Nicodemus wasn't one to let himself be distracted by girls while on duty, but there was something different about this one.
When she told him what she was there for, he gave a slight smile. "Well, that much is apparent." His voice was a bit huskier than he would have liked, and Nicodemus couldn't beat back a frown because of it. What was wrong with him? Shifting in a nearly uncomfortable manner, the Head Boy looked around the room, at everything and anything except for her. What was wrong with him?
"Yes, in fact they do. I used to be one myself, you know. Now I'm the Head Boy." He said it with an air of pride, though he clearly wasn't attempting to brag. He leisurely strolled forward, and stopped at the mirror. He didn't look too bad in his school robes, but he definitely wasn't at his best. His eyes had slightly dark circles under them, showing that while he wasn't new to the night shift, he certainly wasn't quite accustomed to it yet. "So, Miss Rebecca. Tell me, what year and house are you in?" His voice was almost a husky purr, if such a thing was possible. "And what brought you out of bed at such an hour? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
Again, he felt that strange tug that forced him to hang on to her words, that forced him to crave them. What on earth was going on?
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on Apr 29, 2009 11:22:58 GMT -5
posted, hun <3
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Post by becca on Apr 29, 2009 13:28:24 GMT -5
, I don’t want to keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night She smiled, seeing that her grace was definitely working. She wasn’t quite one to use her ‘gift’ for bad, but she had do it every now and then. This was simply giving her some practice. Becca didn’t take advantage of it, which was something most normally would do, but that was another thing that made her stand out. She nodded a little, “I see that word has certainly gotten around.” One thing that had surprised her little was how many rumors went back and forth between each household. She had met many people within the pureblooded realm and found it strange how they were all somehow related. Becca didn’t say much more after that. It wasn’t necessary. She enjoyed watching how much power she actually had over him. She must’ve picked up in her father’s household whenever she saw him dealing with a client. Unfortunately, she wasn’t pleased with how much she enjoyed control. She would have to write to her mam later expressing her concern. She didn’t want to end up power hungry like everyone else in London.
Becca had been raised to be a humble and quiet girl. She was taught to only use her veela blood when it was absolutely necessary. Right now was one, but she wasn’t being her humble self. She was able to reflect these a little bit while she watched the boy gaze around, trying to control himself. She had never given much thought about how much she was able to manipulate every single of his thoughts. Becca couldn’t help but think Stupid purebloods. She would’ve given them more credit if they attempted to struggle back. For some reason, the more seductive side of her tuned back in when he spoke once more. She knew that she wanted to see how far she was able to take it before he might snap. She hadn’t had the experience that some of veelas might have, but she certainly had the blood in her.
“Yes, in fact they do. I used to be one myself, you know. Now I’m the Head Boy.” The boy, Nicodemus, said. Becca couldn’t help but smile the slightest. He reminded her of a young boy telling his mam that he drew a picture for her. It was cute. She clapped lightly a couple times, “Congratulations.” She slowly walked towards him and took her hair out of the hair band, causing long blond locks to drape down to her waist. Her fingers reached out and with the lightest touch, she touched his cheek before turning around for a moment to take a breath on what she did. Becca felt the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that this, what she was doing was wrong. Yet, the argument that came back was ‘Why did it feel so familiar and natural then?’ She glanced towards the Nicodemus and smiled, “I’m in Sixth Year…” She didn’t state her house though. She knew how people tempted to judge her because of it and so she didn’t dare say it out loud. Becca was in Ravenclaw, although she was almost put into Slytherin. The sorting hat had been on the edge about it. It probably tipped the hat that she often felt guilty about her veela blood that made it stop for putting her into Slytherin. “And for house, let’s just say that I’m in Slytherin,” she coolly said, flashing him another smile as if it was something to get her out of trouble.
This boy just seemed to be too entranced. He looked like he was clinging onto every one of her words. Becca didn’t blush, even though if she were normal, she probably would be by now, and didn’t show any fear or pride. Often times, she found her veela blood as a burden. Everyone staring at her all the time wasn’t the best feeling. Even then, everyone had to turn their burdens into gifts. “I wasn’t able to sleep. How about you? Have you caught any interesting cases on duty tonight?” Becca asked, her voice as slick as ice and soft as a feather.
-thanks!! and yeah, i agree. this will be an interesting... i'm not sure if friendship's the right word. haha-
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on May 1, 2009 17:48:32 GMT -5
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He frowned, a sign that he wasn't quite sure what to make of her. Yes, word had gotten around as it always did. It seemed that England was as vicious a place as anywhere when it came to the privileged kids. Their tongues spun lies and rumors, carried to another's ear on deceitful, sweet tones. It was sickening, how a person could smile at you and claim that you were one of their most loyal and closest friends, then turn on you in an instant and divulge your innermost fears and secrets to others as soon as you'd left the room. Nicodemus was not known for really getting himself twisted in the world of politics that shrouded the younger population, though if it suited him enough he would.
Even though he was all for the whole nobility thing, Nicodemus was also a Slytherin above all else. He was cunning, and sly, and did what he had to in order to get where he wanted to be. If somebody stood in his way, he would first kindly ask them to step aside. Should this method fail he would have no choice but to destroy them completely. It was something he had come to terms with already, though he wished he didn't have to he knew that there were two groups in the pureblood world now a days: The bottom feeders, and those who gave orders. He wanted to be on top, not only to prove to his father he was worthy of taking over the empire of businesses that the Zwolft family owned, but to also show to himself that he had what it takes to make it in any situation, even if that meant becoming at times what he hated the most.
The Zwolft family were probably the only Purebloods in England at the moment who weren't related, or as far as they could track it, to most other Pureblood families. This was most likely due to the fact that they had resided in Germany for centuries, their ancestors occupying Russia as well and modern-day Lithuania and Latvia. The Zwolft family had only made the voyage to England because one, it would be terrific for business because of Voldemort's hold on the country, and two, because his father feared that eventually Voldemort would attempt to force Purebloods to come to England. They might as well go there while they had the choice, and get on his good side while they had the chance. Nicodemus and his mother both thought it was absolute ludicrous, honestly, but neither dared challenge his father's final words. When the discussion was over, it was over.
Congratulations, and then clapping? He thought dryly, not sure whether she was mocking him or not. "Watch your step, Miss Nott, I still hold the answer as to whether tomorrow night holds scrubbing cauldrons for you or not." He voice was flat, though he regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth. Would he offend her? He hoped not. Oh, he really hoped not. She was such a charming women ... she couldn't have meant any harm with her words. Blinking again, Nicodemus seemed confused. Again he questioned what was wrong with him.
When she came forward, his eyes lit up hopefully, as if a light had finally turned on behind them. He stiffened when he saw her hand come toward his face, and could feel blood rushing to the place where her fingertips had been not so long ago. He blinked again, then let loose the air he realized he'd been holding. His knees had gone weak at the mere brush of her fingers. He suddenly wondered what kissing her would do to him. Blushing furiously, he wiped the thought from his mind completely, again looking anywhere in the room except for her- and especially not at her lips. What a fool he was, acting like this in front of a woman. Normally he was cool and confident, if not a class clown, in front of girls his own age. Something was definitely afoot here, and Nicodemus hadn't yet decided whether he liked it or not
Sixth year .. no wonder we haven't met .. probably a different house too, then ... He thought, coming to the conclusion in the blink of an eye. If she was in Slytherin there was no doubt he would have met her already, checking through the dorms to make sure everything was alright, helping those younger than him, and just hanging out in the common room all the time in general. However, when she claimed to be in Slytherin he raised an eyebrow and snorted. "That's a lie, Rebecca, and we both know it." Nicodemus said in a tone that suggested he wasn't pleased that he'd been lied to. Again came the silent reprimands from his mind and a urge to take back what he'd said, a want to please her. However, he pushed both these things back.
"If you were in Slytherin, and just a year below me, I would without a doubt know you already. I'm surprised we haven't met as it is," He said, pausing for a moment as he fought the bile that rose in his throat, a side effect of ignoring his mind which was screaming for him to stop should he risk offending her "I think we should agree not to lie to one another, hmm? And you don't have to worry about me being biased according to your house, I don't care where you are as long as you're blood is as pure as mine, and even then I would care as long as you knew your place." Obviously the last part didn't need to be put into the sentence but he felt safer doing so. Most thought he was a bloodsnob just because of his heritage, and even if that may have been true, Nicodemus was one only to a point.
He could bear the company of those lower than him so long as they knew their place.
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Post by becca on May 2, 2009 19:27:18 GMT -5
, You're fragile and you're strong
A beautiful and perfect combination "Watch your step, Miss Nott, I still hold the answer as to whether tomorrow night holds scrubbing cauldrons for you or not." Nicodemus said, but Becca didn’t really react. She didn’t even flinch. She just took in mind that she shouldn’t make it seem like she was mocking him. Either way, her lips curved at the tips. She had always been an unusual girl. She took things into mind and didn’t repeat them. She didn’t like to admit her mistakes to other people or let people see that she had made a mistake. Becca had learned that weakness was always a key factor in everything. Her mam had taught her to hold her head up high and be proud. She wasn’t going to let this pureblooded boy get in her way, she decided. She had heard her dad mention the Zwolft family once before, but she didn’t think much of it. Becca knew a little bit of Nicodemus’ history. It wasn’t much to make an assumption though, but then again, she didn’t care much either. She wasn’t one to speak to her father about these sorts of issues. She knew that he didn’t want much to do with her anyways. Becca was just there to be another follow of the Dark Lord and that was it. She also knew that her father didn’t want to speak or interact with her in any way because she reminded him too much of her mam.
She smiled though as she saw color creep up into his cheeks. She didn’t say anything, again, knowing that the silence between the two was starting to stretch. Becca could see clearly that he was trying to fight any temptations and for that, she admired the effort. Still, most veela grace couldn’t be ignored and it was something she had to take to her full advantage at the moment. She watched as his gaze was directed everywhere but her and her veela in her couldn’t help but feel proud. In the back of her mind though, she didn’t want this to happen. She felt the more humane side coming out and she didn’t feel like playing those games with him. Becca hated the ‘war’ between her two sides that seemed to be causing his attention. She hoped that she would befriend him, but apparently that was no intention now.
Hearing his words, her smile seemed to vanish. She was well aware that she was going to have to think of something soon, very soon. “Yes, I agree. No more lying,” she said, the words slipping out. Becca couldn’t help but feel a bit powerless in this situation, but she also knew that with a tongue like hers, she would be able to talk her way out of these with no lies intended. She could tell that this relationship between the two was certainly going to be interesting. She had always liked tuning into other peoples’ feelings and Nicodemus’s certainly caught her attention. She could see the two either becoming friends or simply rivals. Something about him was different than many others. She liked how he was able to control a situation even though there was probably a nagging feeling- it was her veela blood- might be in the back of his mind. Becca wasn’t sure what it was like to give in or resist temptation as great as a person, but she could imagine how much effort it took.
Feeling her pride come back, Becca felt much more confident again. She wasn’t going to let a little thing like that get to her. She didn’t like being upset at such a simple thing and so she was going to use all her might to resist back lashing on accident. What had come out of his mouth, she understood perfectly, but anxiety made her worried. She wasn’t completely pureblood and that was something that made her nervous. She wasn’t quite sure how he would react to it, but she knew she had to play the pureblooded part, no matter how much she wanted to prove him wrong. Becca simply smiled a little. “Don’t worry about me standing in your way because I know exactly where my place is,” she said, able to place bitterness in her tone. She added, “But like you, I refuse to be treated in a lower matter.” Oh no… she had let a little bit of her anger get ahold of her. Becca tended to upset people with her words many times. It was because she had strong opinions and many things and she wasn’t going to shut up about them. Her father often got upset with her because she was never able to hold her words back, but that just made her do it more often. She wasn’t going to let anyone boss her around. Period.
Tension around the two hung in the air like the fog in London. Two individuals trying to gain the respect that the other didn’t seem to be giving them; that was what Becca thought of the situation. She always liked a challenge, but she had never found anyone worthy enough for it. Her father was someone who always had power over her and that wasn’t something that pleased her. Still, even she knew that he wasn’t someone to challenge. She might rebel in some way, but her mam had warned him that ‘her Becca may be a bit of a handful at times’. He had no excuse. She did enjoy seeing what this boy was going to say or react. She had finally found a worthy opponent and she was going to use it. Becca’s anger vanished instantly at the thought. This would be… well, interesting.
-lol. No problem. These two seem to have quite a rivalry on their hands. Posted in your shipper by the way XD-
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on May 3, 2009 20:00:53 GMT -5
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Nicodemus realized something, when she agreed to his condition of no lying: even if she did, in the future, and he caught her the Head Boy would be powerless to point it out. Nicodemus didn't want to offend her, or chase her off. He would do fine here for the rest of his life, basking in her glory, feeding off of her beauty. Gripping his wand, Nicodemus gritted his teeth. Again and again the same words and phrases were circling around in his head, banging around in a way that made it impossible for him to just ignore common sense and instinct. Something was wrong, that was for sure, but he just didn't know what. This woman, she had an inhuman beauty about her ... a certain deadly grace that forced him to submit, even though he knew he shouldn't.
It took effort for him to resist leaning forward, flirting intensely, begging her to allow a short trip to Hogsmeade. A short trip to the dorms. A short trip to the Quidditch Pitch. Anywhere but here, where he felt that his presence was threatening and demanding. He didn't want to seem overbearing. He wanted to hold her in his arms, and- wait, what was wrong with him? Nicodemus took a step backward,
-- UNFINISHED. will finish tomorrow after school <3
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