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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 17:39:17 GMT
I sit in my usual spot at the top of the stands, far back enough to be mostly in shadow. I hadn't moved in the last half hour, fully intending to merge with the wood of the stands.
The rain had started about ten minutes ago, and the quidditch team that had been practising had gone inside at the first sign of bad weather.
I hadn't moved though. Even though there was no one to watch and no one to observe anymore. Even though I was soaked through.
It was hard to stop thinking, I was pretty sure I'd have to stop thinking to crumble away. But my mind wouldn't shut down. It was too busy thinking that I wasn't even sure what about anymore, just catching the occasional word, Death eater...Arden...Chris...Fosters...Rowan...dark mark...one of the best...murder...torture...sick fuck...
I sigh very softly, breath misting in front of me.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 17:47:30 GMT
I walked slowly to the quidditch pitch with my jacket zipped tight against me. Even though I still had a jacket on, I was soaked. The rain was peaceful and relaxing. I climbed up the stands and took a seat. Expecting to be alone, I took of my soaked jacket and sighed. I wasn't going to get over the fact he was gone. It had been a little over a year now but even my mum was almost over it. 'Bella, I want you to join the deatheaters.' He had told me once. I let a few tears fall silently but quickly wiped them away. "Damn, your so weak," I muttered.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 17:51:12 GMT
I jump, hearing a voice from the stands a little way to the side. Glancing over at her, I see she's not looking my way so I needn't worry.
I lean forward slightly, zipping up my hoodie with a little more force than I meant to, not sure what it'd accomplish as my t-shirt was already soaked.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 17:56:58 GMT
I heard a noise and slowly turned around. I frowned seeing a man. Thats great... I thought sarcastically. I forced a weak smile and said a low, "Hey."
This was a school. I needed to get over the thought of ever being alone. It would never happen.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 18:02:57 GMT
"Hey," I incline my head slightly in her direction, not having the will to be unpleasant or any such thing at the moment.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 18:06:55 GMT
"Cold isn't it?" I say and look back out at the rain.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 18:21:11 GMT
"Freezing," I agree, staring out at the pitch still.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 18:25:27 GMT
"Isabella Parker, what house?" I asked.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 18:31:33 GMT
"Logan Andrews," I say after a hesitant pause, not sure whether to give a fake name or not, "And Slytherin."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 19:48:48 GMT
I a slight smirked crept onto my lips. "Slytherin also, I'm a 7th year. Its a pleasure Mr. Andrews."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 19:53:36 GMT
I smirk slightly, before catching myself and forcing myself not to again, "7th year as well. And the pleasure's all mine, Miss Parker."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 19:58:00 GMT
I laugh lightly, "So why were you out here?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 20:09:19 GMT
"Thinking, watching," I nod out at the pitch, "Lot's to watch. And you?"
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 20:14:59 GMT
"I came to watch but it started raining. I seem to think better when its raining," I laugh lightly.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 1, 2007 20:19:20 GMT
"I just tend to get wet when it's raining, doesn't really effect my thinking but whatever works for you."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 20:28:10 GMT
"The rain is just relaxing," I shrug.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 2, 2007 17:21:52 GMT
"I guess," I agree, looking upwards at the sky.
I felt anything but relaxed.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 2, 2007 21:07:16 GMT
"Something on your mind?" I ask. There was always something to think about. Maybe about how fucked up life is?
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 3, 2007 19:55:51 GMT
"Lots of things," I nod, "How's the state of yours?"
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 14, 2007 1:20:45 GMT
"You really don't want to know," I laugh ligthly.
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 14, 2007 17:10:13 GMT
"Probably not," I agree, "But you can tell me anyways. Helps sometimes. Or so I'm told."
What now? Trying to be a better person? Me thinks you should stay away from Arden, she makes you weird.
Be quiet.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 14, 2007 20:51:03 GMT
"Mysister is an ass. My mum hates me and I might be pregnat," I nod. I think for a minute to make sure thats all I had to add. "And I think thats it."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 18, 2007 18:36:27 GMT
"Oh, is that all?" I ask sarcastically.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 18, 2007 23:36:44 GMT
"Only just a few words to tell whats going on. Like you need to know the detail."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Dec 19, 2007 17:46:36 GMT
"Like I care is more accurate," I murmur under my breath, deciding that pretending to be a 'decent human being' is a easier said than done.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 19, 2007 22:24:08 GMT
"Exactly," I nod. "Since when did anyone?"
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 1, 2008 13:11:59 GMT
"Good point, well made," I reply, with a shrug.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jan 3, 2008 16:42:21 GMT
I ignored his comment and started to think of what I was going to do with it. Maybe killing it was the right way to go? Hell no! What did it ever do to you? I sighed in defeat and looked back up at Logan. "Anything interesting going on in your life?"
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