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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 27, 2007 23:33:28 GMT
You are so fucking screwed that it's not remotely funny, my mind reminds me helpfully as I pace back and forth in the Entrance Hall, blind to the whole world outside of my head. How are you going to get out of this one, genius?
My head snaps up as a potential solution presents itself... a very, very obvious, absolutely perfect... and utterly sickening but probably quite necessary solution. And I race up toward the astronomy tower, far too preoccupied to notice the person in front of me until I've already collided with them.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 27, 2007 23:38:59 GMT
I was walking to the astronomy tower to think for a while. I haven't even graduated yet but I have a baby. My life was screwed up big time."Oi! Watch it!" I spat as someone ran into me.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 27, 2007 23:48:12 GMT
"Sorry," I mutter automatically, a bit distracted still and now rather annoyed because my momentum managed to slam me into the wall after I ran into her.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 27, 2007 23:52:19 GMT
I sigh and frown, "Yeah, you okay?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 27, 2007 23:55:56 GMT
Other than the fact I have to kill my sister in a week or die myself? Lovely.
"I'm fine," I mutter, shaking my head and moving past her, then stopping out of some weird inborn chivalry I never would have guessed I had, and looking back. "Are you?"
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 27, 2007 23:59:41 GMT
"Couldn't get any better," I mumble. "Isabella," I say and force a weak smile.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 28, 2007 0:02:42 GMT
I nod, leaning tiredly against the wall now as my mad dash has been interrupted and I'm not in any hurry to go through with it anyway. "Fitzy," I say. "Think we have some classes together."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 28, 2007 0:05:29 GMT
"Yeah, your in Slytherin right?" I ask, thinking of seeing him in the great hall or around the common room.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 28, 2007 0:08:32 GMT
"Unfortunately," I mutter bitterly, not bothering to keep my guard up for once around a fellow Slytherin, and also not bothering to think about the fact that my current situation can't really be blamed on my house.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 28, 2007 0:09:55 GMT
"Not a very proud title is it?" I laugh dryly. "My friend says its not the hosue its the people in it who gives the reputations."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 28, 2007 0:15:23 GMT
"But of course it is," I say, giving her a mildly derisive look. "It's the people who corrupt each other, it's the people...." I shake my head. "Never mind. But of course it's the people. They're in there because they're likely to add to the reputation, which they do...." And I've completely lost track of what I'm trying to say.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 28, 2007 0:18:40 GMT
I nodded, "But people compare with everyone else in the house. They say stuff like, 'your just like the rest of the no good Slytherins.' or they odn't even talk to you because your robes are green," I say and roll my eyes. "Sometimes your own house doesn't even talk to you."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 28, 2007 0:26:23 GMT
"Not that that's really much of a loss," I say, raising my eyebrows and smirking slightly. "Although I don't think I've met anyone who wrote me off just because of my house, so I guess I don't know where you're coming from."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Nov 30, 2007 21:49:28 GMT
I shrug, "Just a few opinions and thoughts. So how is life?"
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Nov 30, 2007 23:38:15 GMT
I give a humorless laugh. "Fucking terrific, thanks, how's yours?"
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 1, 2007 16:45:37 GMT
"Glad to hear it," I say and roll my eyes. "Same here."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 3, 2007 0:09:15 GMT
"My condolences," I mutter, tilting my head. "Can I ask why? Maybe your life is more fucked than mine and it'll make me feel better."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 14, 2007 1:23:10 GMT
"I don't know. It all depends on how you rate your life. You alive aren't you? Something to be semi glad about."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 14, 2007 18:17:24 GMT
I give a semi-amused laugh at that and shake my head. "You know, actually at the moment I was on my way up to the tower... although, come to think of it that's probably the stupidest idea I've had in a while. Either that or the most fucking noble, hard to say. But you didn't answer the question."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 14, 2007 21:22:45 GMT
"Okay my most recent life story? Its still being written," I nod. "But I might be pregnat, my sister is an ass and my mum hates me and my father works for the Dark Lord. Not that bad but its not into detail."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 15, 2007 18:28:59 GMT
I nod. "Entire family hates me, though for different reasons. One of my sisters is scared of me, the other is s'posed to be dead 'cause I fucked up. And yeah, both my parents work for the Dark Lord as well," I say, rather recklessly and foolishly. "I can't really relate to the pregnancy bit, but... good luck, I guess."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 15, 2007 18:33:33 GMT
"Thanks and yeah, I would say we were pretty even on the life situtaion. In my opinion the tower thing is a bit too much," I nod.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 15, 2007 18:37:35 GMT
"Yeah, same here," I nod. "I thought... it seemed like the best way to save my sister. If she's supposed to die just so I can prove my loyalty... well, if I'm dead then there's no loyalty to prove, is there? So she's safe." I shrug. "Dumb idea."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 15, 2007 18:41:11 GMT
"Who are you killing your sister for?" I ask curiously and begin to walk to the tower. I was still going to sit up there and think of what to do with this baby.
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 15, 2007 18:48:00 GMT
I hesitate, realizing suddenly that I've already said far too much. "... No one... in particular," I mutter evasively, aware of what a stupid answer that is. I follow her as she starts to walk to the tower. "Whose kid is it?" I shrug, out of curiosity. "If there is one and all."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 15, 2007 18:53:10 GMT
"Charlie something. If that even was his real name," I laugh bitterly and shake my head. "I don't know. I was wasted off my ass and didn't know what I was doing." I sigh and look at my stomach. "I just figured out I might be. I've had all the symptoms and everything."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 15, 2007 18:56:23 GMT
"Hm." I grimace slightly, feeling strangely sympathetic. "Maybe... you should find out for sure before you panic? Could be you're just being a hypochondriac and giving yourself symptoms somehow."
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 15, 2007 18:58:41 GMT
I nodded, "But what if I am. I don't know what to do at all. I don't know what to do with it anyway."
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Post by Fitzy Patricks on Dec 15, 2007 19:05:00 GMT
"Usual options, I guess," I shrug, shaking my head, wondering why I wish I could help.
You're being very weird again, Fitz. Stop being soft and then you wouldn't be in such a mess.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Dec 15, 2007 19:09:57 GMT
"I want to see if I really am though," I say and change directions. "I'm going to go see Madame Pomfry. You going to come?" I ask him with a hint of hopefulness in my voice.
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