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Post by persephone on Jul 16, 2009 11:05:03 GMT -5
Persephone giggled softly as her fingers touched the soft exterior of the kitten before her, she heard the mewing reach her ears and she smiled softly as the kitten moved onto her lap, she felt the kittens claws sink into her thigh but i didn't bother her. Her fingers scratched the kitten behind the ears as she sat on the grounds of the Castle. There was a slight breeze playing on the grounds but that did not bother her. Her hair was flying free through the air as the wind caused it to become weightless. Seph looked down once more after having looked at the Lake to find that there was no kitten on her lap any more and she frowned slightly, her features distorting slightly. Dark grey eyes darted around the surrounding area quickly to find that there were no kittens running around the area and that caused her to become sad. She had hallucinated the kitten again. Seph felt her good mood crumble down around her, it was sometimes hard to know the difference between the real world and the world that her disorder built up around her.
Her fingers curled slightly in the grass as she brought her eyes back to the surface of the Lake, the water rippled slightly under the pressure of the wind. She was unsure why she was outside today, at least it was better than being in the Great Hall, she tended not to be able to stand crowds, which was understandable, her disorder made her paranoid and the last time she had felt threatened her magic had burst from her and caused a fire. Luckily no one had died, but she had spent a week in seclusion just in case something else set her off. She knew that the only reason she was kept at Hogwarts was because she was a pureblood. There was that fact, and the fact that she had no allegiance yet, which meant that the Death Eaters could sway her towards them. She knew that Nico sided with the mudbloods, but she could never judge her brother, not when he didn't judge her for being...crazy.
Persephone pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. She had homework to do, but she had not been able to do it, she had not been able to understand the work. Little made sense to her and that just made her sad. Seph pressed her face to her knees and sighed softly, why was everything this way? Why had she been born with this disorder? It was terrible, she couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy. Her mind played tricks on her all the time and that was not fun. Her hallucinations could be something as gentle and calm as a kitten playing on her lap... but they could easily turn sour.
Being in Slytherin didn't mean what it had once meant it seemed, before there was the fact that all the Slytherins were evil, but that was not true, while it was still insulting to be a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor things were different. The lessons were not taught by mudblood loving fools. Seph shook her head, it was not proper to have those type of thoughts, but then again she didn't really have much control of herself. Persephone felt a slight pressure on her arm and looked at it quickly before taking in a deep breath but even then it didn't stop the large cut on her arm from opening further. She could feel the warm blood dripping down her arm.
“Nein. Nein. Nein. Stop, stop. It hurts.”
But even then, she was too far into the vision to even notice it was a hallucination.
notes; i had to like go in a sec, so i thought i'd put this up
clothing; black strapless top, sandals, summer shorts
tag; nico
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on Jul 23, 2009 17:37:11 GMT -5
 Nicodemus Zwolft was a normal teenage boy, with flings here and there and a few close friends. He spent his days in school, and his evenings and nights rough housing and playing sports, as well as pranks, with others. His policy was to live for today, because you never knew if there was a tomorrow. Nicodemus was predictable, and almost golden retriever-ish in nature; not especially intelligent, but people friendly and eager to please. There was one factor in his life, however, that was anything but predictable. Though he loved her more than life, and would give his own to see her through or cure her of her illnesses, Nicodemus had to admit sometimes his sister's hallucinations came at the most inopertune moments.
He would never complain about her, ever, because the adolescent knew it was a task he took on himself, a burden he chose to bore. Seph was his twin, his best friend, and he couldn't allow her to be in pain nor misery, even if it was induced simply by her schizophrenia and nothing else. So, he slid upwards from where he'd been sitting, a girl held close in his arms. He could still feel her breath on his neck and cheek, the warm feeling of soft arms encircling his waist and teasing kisses trailing on his neck and jaw. Now was not the time for engaging with some female he found to his liking. Now was the time to follow the student who'd come to fetch him. Suposedly his sister was causing a ruckus out in the front of the school, something about being hurt.
The young boy who was leading him through the halls and towards the great doors that led out onto the school's front, was a first year Ravenclaw. Both his robe colours and stature spoke of his placement in the world, his obvious want to not be noticed increased by the fact that not only was he in the wrong house, but he was also fresh meat- a first year. Nicodemus blinked, clearing his mind of any thoughts on the matter. It was the boy's problem he hadn't the cunning nor ability to manipulate, thus being placed in an inferior house. Nicodemus didn't hate those below him, he just saw them as, well ... below him. As long as they knew their place, and kept to that place, he was fine in their presence.
Seph was, as promised, trashing around and begging some unseen force to cease it's destructive behaviors. Something, it seemed, was ravaging his sister's body. It was only he who could bring her out of these stupors, which was well known in the school. His sister's attacks were infamous with students and teachers alike. If she weren't from such ancient, pure European lineage, then her presence at Hogwarts would have never been tolerated. Nicodemus knew that she was also used as an example of why bloodlines needed constant tending and trimming- any Pureblood with lines as clean, blood-wise, and ancient were terribly inbred. It went for the Blacks, the Malfoys ... all of the Pureblood families that meant anything.
"Seph, calm down, nothing's hurting you," He whispered the words, just loud enough that she would be able to hear him over her own hysteria. He bent down and in one smooth motion held her against his chest, trying to hold her still. "Stop, Seph, I'm here. It's alright, hush now." His words were firm, but gentle, and he crooned them as if speaking to a scared animal.
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Post by persephone on Jul 24, 2009 7:31:14 GMT -5
While Persephone was not the sharpest crayon in the box, she was not completly daft anyway, when it came to what she found interesting and there was nothing at school that was interesting enough anyway, Sure, she was failing school, well what was she supposed to do about it? She wasn't clever like her brother, she jsut wasn't. So why did people always tell her that she should behave more like Nico? Nico would never cause a commotion in the middle of the school hall, Nico this and Nico that. Now while she loved her brother to bits, and knew that she would have been sent home or even killed had it not been for him, she was pretty sick and tired of being compared to him. Seph could not at all be like her brother. Nico was not ill - and for that she was glad. He took care of her and that's why she never complained.
Their parents paid more attention to Nico, which she didn't mind, He was the normal child where as Seph was just crazy. she could not control what she saw, she could not control the way that her paranoia took over or the fact that she was scared shitless most of the time she was outside of her room. It was not her fault. She had been born this way so there was nothing she could do really. Seph was unaware that her pleads had turned louder and she was screaming in German for the invisible imaginary blades to stop cutting up her arms. She was drenched in blood by this time, she was sitting in a pool of her own blood and yet more and more cuts kept appearing on her arms. It took only a few more minutes before the cuts spread to her legs. Now she would not be making such a fuss, except that she could practically see her bones through the cuts. Now, while she was stupid, she knew that was not normal.
She screamed loudly as someone grabbed her, shaking her, but she was not seeing them. She was only seeing the blood. Little did she knew that someone had tried to calm her and was failing at that, so they did the next best thing. They went to send for her brother. Had Persephone not been screaming her lungs out about the massive amounts of blood that was pooling out of her wounds she would have felt some remorse for bothering her brother, but the truth was that he was the only one who could calm her. So when she heard his voice she calmed a little, even if she was still asking for it to stop, for the bleeding to jsut stop. That the knives would go way and leave her alone. The fact that it was all said in German meant little to her, she sometimes forgot that people spoke English here.
It was his hold which calmed her the most. He was always warm where as her skin tended to be cold, she had a nice tan, but that was only because of the fact that she did not like curtains in her bedroom at home, so she always had the sun on her skin. That and the fact that she played with the animals in the garden - even if later when asked why she was running around the garden alone she would merely shrug and smile. Seph was anything but sane, poor child. It really wasn't her fault. She sniffled softly, not remembering when she had started crying and pressed her face to his neck, hiding herself from the world there. Somewhere inside her she knew that people were watching and that just caused her nerves and paranoia to act up.
"I'm sorry." she croaked against his neck. "Ich werde gut," she added, nervously almost crying. "I'll be good." she repeated in English. Seph flung her arms around her brother murmuring the same thing over and over again. She really hated disappointing Nico and it seems she had done it again.
notes; written at an airport...i was a bit distracted?
clothing; black strapless top, sandals, summer shorts
tag; nico
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Post by NICODEMUS VON ZWOLFT ! on Jul 24, 2009 14:23:20 GMT -5
Nicodemus tucked her head under his chin, stroking her hair gently as he whispered to her in their native tongue. He had knelt down, the ground below more dirt than grass and hard against his knees. He knew the dirt would most likely stain his beige slacks but at the moment the thought hung unnoticed in the back of his troubled mind. Nicodemus could only think of his sister, and the thoughts that must have been rushing through her mind. "You don't need to try to be something you already are, Seph ... " He whispered to her, speaking in English. Whenever he could he tried to speak to her in English, hoping it would reinforce the language in her mind nad help tie her to reality. "You're a good person, you just get scared sometimes, alright?" He said, though in the back of his mind he was trying to convince himself of the same thing.
No crowd had gathered, like they had in the beginning of last year, when the Von Zwolft's had first entered Hogwarts. They knew better now and left the Nicodemus alone to help his sister through her rough spots when she had these little attacks. They were practically alone on the grounds, a slight breeze rippling through and lifting both their hair towards the sky. He was dressed in beige slacks, a white silk shirt, and a V-neck emerald sweater, with the slytherin insignia on the left breast. His sneakers were white leather, classy enough to get by with wearing them in what most thought to be an almost dressy outfit.
He looked her in the eye and said "Du haßt arm schmertz nicht, ja?" Holding her arm gently and looking at it. Not a scratch marred the perfect, long expanse of skin. While being attractive, Nico was normally outshone by his sister. She was definitely model-worthy beautiful, and would have been a perfect little pageant queen if she hadn't been born with such mental disorders. Nicodemus was almost glad that Persephone wasn't 'normal', as most would put it, for that meant that she wouldn't turn into one of those drama queen bitches that paraded around the school. He didn't know if he could put up with one of them, especially one that was related to him.
Standing up and pulling his sister with him, still hugging her to his chest, he whispered "Wir gehen ins der groß Saal und fruhstucken, ja?" He tugged her as a sign to walk with him, and headed towards the great hall. The food would do her good, and at this time not many people would be there. "Why aren't you in class, Seph?" He inquired, brow furrowing. He had a free this period, as did many of their classmates, but he could have sworn she had signed up for a class at this time. He could have always been mistaken, though- he had been in the past.
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Post by persephone on Jul 24, 2009 14:59:41 GMT -5
He felt his fingers in her hair, stroking it. She spent some time on her hair, brushing it and brushing it until it was soft. It distracted her from other things, all the harsh words from her dormmates. She had mastered a Silencing Charm as soon as she was able too, but it was the only spell that she was good at. The only spell that she could say that she could perform without having to worry about it going wrong. Persephone did not have a talent. Her talent was to bother her brother. That was it. There was nothing else that she could do about that. It was not her fault. Really, it wasn't. She had little to do with the fact that she was ill. She'd had no part in it. It was all the fault of her parents and their parents and so on fucking forth.
As much as Nico was trying to reinforce her, even though he was doing the same thing in his mind, Persephones mind was sure that she was bad. It was sure that she could not to anything right. She seemed to be certain of herself, she knew she was crazy and she knew that there was nothing to be helped when it came to it. Persephone's vision was assulted by the familiar eyes of her brother and she got lost in them for a second. She knew that she was not about to fall back into another hallucination, her brother was here – he would keep her safe. But his question bypassed her mind and for a second she didn't understand what he was saying. Something about her arm judging by the way that he was looking at it. “Blut! Es ist da!” she said hurridly before her eyes glanced down to look at it herself and she frowned at the perfectly clean skin. “Oh nien...” she murmured a bit confused as to why her arm was suddenly perfectly fine.
“I'm not bad.” she whispered to herself, knowing he could hear her, it was said to reassure herself. She needed to reassure herself. She wasn't bad. Was she? Well if she was no one had told her. They just called her crazy and told her she needed to go into St Mungos, but other than that she was left alone. Persephone was not aware at all of just how beautiful she was, all she knew was that she was not ugly, but her hallucinations meant that she saw herself in a different light. Usually bleeding, bruised, being hurt or all colourized. It was odd to see yourself like that. She had never been very full of herself when she had been 'normal' anyway.
So when she was pulled to her feet her arms still around his waist, keeping herself held close to him. She couldn't let him go, not now, he would go away forever and leave her all along. How was she going to cope then. Her large grey eyes looked around as much as she dared too and saw that there was no crowd. That calmed her paranoid and it slipped back into its hole for later. She was tugged and she began to walk, pulling on her shorts a bit with one of her hands. “Ja, fruhstucken.” she murmured to herself. It was then that she had to start psyching herself to go in to the Great Hall – where everyone could see her. She had trouble going to breakfast where there were no people, one could imagine her at Dinner.
At his question in English it took her mind a few more seconds to process it before she frowned slightly, tilting her head to look at him. Classes? She had classes today? What day was it? It must be a Thursday...no...it was Wednesday because her brother was here and not dressed for classes. She tended to know her schedule according to her brothers. It was odd, but it was how she remembered it. “It's Mittwoch?” she half questioned-half stated before her cheeks turned slightly pink, embarassed. “Ich habe...sorry.” And with that said, her grip tightened on him as they walked. It would increase the closer they got to the Great Hall and in turn...the population of Hogwarts.
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