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Post by annie louise carter on Jun 30, 2010 9:04:08 GMT
  - - - - - - - - - -annie was happy. she'd not been this happy in a long while, and for once she didn't feel like breaking down and crying. in fact, she practically wanted to break down in laughter. all the time. now granted, annie didn't understand why this was, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with trevor schumacher, and the new absence of her feelings for chris. yes, that's right. you heard it here second, folks, annie louise carter no longer was under the impression that she liked christopher. in fact, she couldn't care less about him. she barely had the feelings to hate him, which was crazy talk, because all she'd been doing before trevor was hating on him. but trevor had helped her realise that she no longer had feelings for chris. how many times had she thought trevor's name then? too many. that's how many. she was going to abstain from thinking about him. yeah that would work. you see, ever since the meeting in the store, when he'd encountered her and apologised, she was happy, and smiling, and fantastic, and it was creeping her out. yes. she knew she hated him, and no, she wasn't under the impression that she felt anything else for him other than that. of course she didn't like him, she hated him.
he'd practically threw her virginity in her face after she gave it to him, but he'd apologised so it was all good. not that what he thought mattered to her or anything. honestly she didn't care. don't raise your eyebrows, she didn't! anyway, so annie had decided, being in her good mood and all, that she would get out of the castle walls and enjoy some of the sun. where she was going to go, she didn't know, but she figured that she'd let her feet take her wherever she wanted to go. it was the monday, by the way, and lessons had been out for over an hour, so annie had re-dressed in her chill pill top, her mini denim skirt, accessorised with dark pink converse, a four leaf clover necklace and trevor's her glasses, that she had traded for a pair of slippers. she loved them, fair play, they were tidy. and that was a good thing. yes, tidy was a good thing. just so you know, because these glasses were pretty fantastic. and it had nothing to do with the fact that they used to belong to trevor someone else. whatever. anyway. slipping her feet into those converse, annie ran a brush through her fiery red hair and finally was done. she finished with some stud earrings in her ears, before popping the famous glasses over her eyes. when she was well and truly done,
annie surveyed herself in a mirror, and then had to actively stop herself from skipping out of the dormitory and the common room. yes, skipping. once she was out in the cool, tapestry adorned halls, annie made her way down flight of stairs after flight of stairs, until finally she made it to the entrance hall. she cast a quick glance at the house points, noting that slytherin were still in the lead. suck ups [/color] she thought to herself, rolling her eyes. gryffindor was in second though, that was good. but it wasn't like they could catch up now, the term was nearly ending. slytherin had practically won. well they'd just have to try harder next year. annie's feet carried her without direction, until she found herself climbing the quidditch stands of the hufflepuff house. among the yellow colour, she probably stood out well, with her flaming red hair and all that jazz. It was pretty unique, and made her quite recognisable from far off. she liked these stands, they had one of the better views, allowing you to see the mountains which looked like they were covered in mist, even if it was very hot out. she would have gone for a fly, but regardless of the fact that it had been over a week, it still hurt slightly when on a broom, although it was more uncomfortable than anything now, so she didn't think that sitting on a broom would be an option, without a powerful cushioning charm. her eyes cast over the grounds, then she heard the familiar sounds of someone climbing the stands, and her eyes turned toward where the person would appear. she hoped it was someone nice.[/size][/blockquote] [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED zakari cross!STATUS complete!LYRICS a million ways - OK Go!NOTE well this one should be interesting! !COUNT 743!WEARING right here!CREDIT emma!? |
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Post by zakaricross on Jul 2, 2010 0:14:25 GMT
  Zak woke up to her roommates squabbling over some inane topic. Again. She listened for a moment and realized that they were arguing over where one's area ended and where the other's began because Jill's bra had been in an area that Grace claimed as hers. Zak sighed loudly. This was the third time this week. She had no idea how she had managed nearly six whole school years of this without hexing one of them. It was a constant ongoing of noise and bickering and shouting. Most of the time she just wanted to freeze their mouths shut but then they would manage to get that undone as well so she just didn't bother. It didn't matter anyways. She would be out in another year and there were rumors flying about that neither one of them were going to finish their Hogwarts career since they each would be 17 within a month of school beginning next year. She wildly hoped that these rumors were true while she doubted that they were. Even though it was a Saturday, Zak wanted to dress up. She got out black shorts and a green and black striped tee, putting them on. I think I’ll go with Slytherin pride today. She threw on heels that would be problematic for her if she was a Muggle girl. Good thing she wasn’t a Muggle girl. She put her balance charm on her shoes then dug through her jewelry, slipping on a necklace and earrings as well as her ring that she wore almost daily. She grabbed a clutch before heading out the door and slipped her wand into it on the way down the steps.
She went through the empty common room; it was still too early for most people at Hogwarts to be awake on a Saturday, and most of the ones who were up were probably serving some terrible detention. She wandered down to the Great Hall and got some bread and jam. She took it with her as she walked out the doors of the Great Hall, noting with annoyance that Gryffindor was still in second. Granted, they would not be catching Slytherin before the end of term but she wanted them to be in last. Gryffindor and Slytherin were supposed to be rivals and she wanted to totally crush them. Zak didn’t particularly care about Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw as long as they beat Gryffindor at something. Including the House Cup. Damn, they’re useless this year! They even lost to Gryffindor in Quidditch. She wandered out the main doors and across the grass, her tall heels not sinking in because of course they had a charm on them, what kind of witch wouldn’t put a charm on her sexy heels? Turning towards the Quidditch pitch, she noted the sky. It was bluer than it had been in ages. It was finally turning to summer in mostly dreary England. Too bad their magic couldn’t change the weather without causing huge problems.
She neared the pitch and headed for the Hufflepuff entrance. What did it look like from the other side of the field? Was everything different? Was it like looking through the wrong end of a telescope? She wished she could fly. Everything would look completely different zooming along on a broomstick passing the Quaffle or looking for the Snitch, even protecting everyone else from Bludgers sounded like fun. She climbed the stairs at the Hufflepuff entrance and looked around. Annie, with her wildly orange hair, was hard to miss and looking right at her. Great, thought Zak. What, TH? See something you wish you were? Who’s the one who slept with Chris now, sucker? She was being a total bitch but she really didn’t want to be nice even though Annie looked like she was floating just then. Her roommates had put her in a horrible mood and Annie was about to be the one that got it taken out on her. Their stupid bickering started most days that way and Zak rarely took it out on anyone meaning that when she did, it sucked to be that person.
words: six-hundred eighty-six
tagged: annie
notes: yay muse!
outfit: here
lyrics: "don't trust me" by 3oh!3
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Post by annie louise carter on Jul 2, 2010 0:51:14 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - annie wasn't about to let anything bring down her good mood because not only was she over chris, but she was in a great mood because of everything lately. well, not everything, but she'd chosen to forget the bad stuff considering that he had apologised. meanwhile, lessons were over and she was free. basically, yeah she was happy. she was light hearted, carefree and happy, and nothing was going to stop that. not even trevor with his insults could bring down that mood. in fact, she knew it wouldn't be true insults so it would add to it. she enjoyed blowing off steam by annoying him with her kick ass insults, so it was quite refreshing actually. and he could make her smile and laugh and go insane. yeah, that last one was more likely seeing as she was already heading that way. that was bad. she was already heading that way. her mind was messed up, huh? she'd even used his flavour toothpaste this morning and now the flavour was filling her mouth, and it was kind of making her smile anyway. her lips pulled into a grin, unable to stop it as she had some sort of flash back to the store and the kiss and stuff in honeydukes that had kind of set her lips on fire. she'd never been kissed like that in her entire life, it had been the most heated kiss that she'd ever experienced and it was amazing. the kiss on the brooms with chris was nothing compared to that beast of a kiss. god. she was using his words. that heated her. kind of. it would heat him if he knew. she'd have to watch her mouth around him or he'd get heated all over the place. not that he didn't already.
annie noticed the clothes first, and then the look on her face. oh boy she didn't look impressed. in fact, compared to annie's quite happy grin, and kind of floaty expression too, this girl seemed like she'd been hit in the face with a trout, and then assaulted by clowns who laughed at her or something. wow, that was twisted. where did that come from? not that it mattered, because annie heard her words and laughed. actually laughed. ahh this girl was a gem. you see this was zakari cross, and the irony was that she actually looked cross, and that made annie laugh even more at that irony. she'd never been good at appropriate. wow. "try something i never want to be. and who's the one that doesn't care? oh, wait, i can answer that, it would be me." [/color] she said with a smile, honestly not caring if zak was carrying chris' unborn quadruplets. wow, that would be interesting. how would she juggle kids and hogwarts? would she have to drop out? she would wouldn't she? that would suck for her. and it would be chris' kids too, and he wasn't ready to be a dad. hell, he wasn't even a man himself yet. if she had to pick a father to her children out of chris and trevor, she'd actually go with trevor, as bad as that sounded. not that she was pregnant. she wasn't. thank god. that would be evil. annie honestly didn't care whether zak had been with chris. she was more worried about how she would cope if she did find out that she was pregnant. she wouldn't be able to abort. she didn't agree with it at all. she wouldn't be able to adopt either, as what twisted person would adopt the child of trevor and annie? they would have to be mad! it would be some hyper child with adhd, or whatever the attention disorder was. and then they would grow up wearing loud colours and if it was a girl it would have annie's hair, and that would be sweet. but it would probably have trevor's personality, and although he was nice sometimes, the kid would be stubborn and would hate to admit that they were wrong, because annie was like that too. yeah. she was thinking about this hypothetical child way too much. "what, surprised that i've not ripped your head off? i've moved on, so you know, carry on. go do him as many times as you want. i could care more about a cloud that was the shape of a crappy book"[/color] annie said with a smile. "or you could stay, stop calling me TH and actually get to know me, instead of judging me on the things you've heard"[/color] annie said with a shrug. it wasn't like she cared either way. she was happy being, well, happy... [/size][/blockquote] [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED zakari cross!STATUS complete!LYRICS a million ways - OK Go!NOTE well this one should be interesting! haha annie's like, honestly, go do it like bunnies in a field of flowers. i'll just sit here and taste my minty breath (: haha!COUNT 779!WEARING right here! |
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Post by zakaricross on Jul 6, 2010 14:50:30 GMT
Zak was watching people fly. There were free times when any student who was experienced enough could come down to the pitch and fly. They were practicing, for the Quiditch teams some formed over the summer, to be good enough to play for their house next year. Some flew by at speeds faster than the eye could naturally follow while others flew lower at more meandering speeds. Her eyes followed the slower people, some in pairs or trios, some flying solo possibly thinking in the cool morning air. She wondered what it would be like to sit on a broom and zoom through the air. Being lighter than everything and having few fears.
But then the memories gripped her. Growing up without a mom; wondering what she was like; wishing there was a female in the family to help her out the first time she got her period. None of that was something she ever wanted to deal with again. Not that she was married, or had kids, or anything. Her father couldn’t handle it either. No, flying was not an option.
The students in the sky mesmerized her, though. They traced invisible patterns through the sky. She sat down, having not realized she had frozen and simply stared after her harsh comments to Annie. The fliers calmed her for some reason. She never understood that part. She thought they should fill her with fear but they were soothing. Maybe the thought that this is what her mother loved doing the most in her life was just nice.
“What, surprised that I've not ripped your head off? I've moved on, so you know, carry on. Go do him as many times as you want. I could care more about a cloud that was the shape of a crappy book.” She paused momentarily. “Or you could stay, stop calling me TH and actually get to know me, instead of judging me on the things you've heard.” The words ripped Zak back into reality, a reality where she was pissed and had just been a huge bitch to this girl and for some reason, she wasn’t being a bitch back. Something like that had never happened to Zak. She was confused, but it was an intriguing option as well. She really didn’t have many friends at Hogwarts, at least not girl friends. The boys all liked her because she was one of the few girls that really embraced her sexual side and would sleep with them and not really care if they knew her name or wanted anything more than sex.
She looked up at Annie, studying her face. It was bright and eager and happy. Zak was certain her face was the exact opposite: dark, unenthusiastic, and moody. She really didn’t want to interact with anyone at all on this particular morning but the thought of having a new friend, or at least the possibility of making a new friend, enthralled her more. She carefully picked through the word bank in her mind before opening her mouth to speak.
“Ok, Annie.” She paused. That had come out much bitchier than intended. “Sorry, that was harsher than I meant for it to be.” She paused again. Even though she had already thought about what she was going to say, the words were jumbled in her mouth and sticking to her tongue like glue, swirling about until all that was there was an unintelligible scramble of letters and sounds. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she blurted suddenly. “Well, that’s one way to go about saying it,” she thought to herself. “Not exactly graceful, nowhere near perfect, but it gets the job done.”
She glanced towards the ground and then lifted her gaze to the sky once again, waiting for Annie’s reply to her inelegant question and watching as the flying students drew stylish shapes and swirls through the early morning sky on their broom sticks.
words: six-hundred fifty-seven
tagged: annie
notes: sorry that took so long! i've been swamped with stuff with work and family, i'll do better! promise! XD
outfit: here
lyrics: "don't trust me" by 3oh!3
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Post by annie louise carter on Jul 6, 2010 17:20:53 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - annie cast her eyes out onto the pitch, as she watched some team practicing. it seemed that they hadn't realised she was there, or they didn't care. it was so freeing, to fly out like that with the wind ruffling their hair, nothing below them and nothing above them but sky. it was a feeling that she'd never come close to doing anything else. until, well, i think you can guess. that kind of was one feeling that she would have given up flying for if it was a choice between the two. that was kind of crazy because she loved flying, it made everything else, everything bad go away, and all that was left was that unadulterated freedom that nothing could change. it was pure happiness, and that was kind of how she felt when...you know.
she'd flown a whole lot of times after getting bad information. after finding out her nan died, annie had gone to the pitch, and nearly broke her arm again because she'd been crying too much to see where she was going. her nan was super close with annie as she had practically raised her whilst her parents had gone off travelling all around the world. it was pretty much the same with them now, except for the nan minding annie part. no, annie was going to be left alone in her apartment for, practically, the whole summer. yeah, and now trevor was possibly going back to america and stuff, so she would be definately alone, but she was trying not to think of that and enjoy the time she had with him. that was so weird. saying that about trevor.
but hey, she couldn't help enjoying the company. she just kept smiling all the time with him though, and always seemed happy when he was in a good mood with her. she knew that was weird. anyway, moving on before her thoughts got taken over by him. again. she concentrated her eyes instead on the fliers, and followed their progress through the blue sky. it was pretty and relaxing, watching them like this. seriously, zak and chris could go at it like bunnies in a field of flowers, and she'd be happy to go sit there and taste her minty breath. she'd of course used his toothpaste that morning. well, not his toothpaste as in his bottle, but his toothpaste as in the type that he used. it was kind of his toothpaste to her. yeah. just like axe was his body spray. it was that smell that her sheets had smelled like for ages after he and she...you get the deal. even when she said her name it sounded bitchy. what the hell had she done to the girl to make her that mad at her?
ah. she didn't mean it to be that bad. that was okay then. it was the next question that caught her off guard a bit. how would she answer that? why was she being so nice to her? was it that fortune had seemed to have smiled on her and put her in a good mood? or was it that after sex with trevor she couldn't help but adapt a carefree and happy mood that allowed her to be perfectly nice to people like zak, who she should, by all means, hate. "i'm just in a fantastically good and cheery mood. should you have caught me about a week or so ago, i probably would have killed you." [/color] annie said with a shrug. why? because over a week ago she'd been in a mood with trevor because of what he'd said to her. and now, not so much. "i guess i've had a good week"[/color] annie added on, good not being the best word to describe it. amazing, awesome, fantastic, happy and carefree. trevor filled were also another two words. [/size][/blockquote] [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED zakari cross!STATUS complete!LYRICS a million ways - OK Go!NOTE well this one should be interesting! haha annie's like, honestly, go do it like bunnies in a field of flowers. i'll just sit here and taste my minty breath (: haha!COUNT 600 and whatever!WEARING right here! |
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Post by zakaricross on Jul 16, 2010 21:02:21 GMT
Student flying were in full, lazy loops mesmerized Zak. They were her shooting stars to make wishes upon as well as the monster under her bed, just waiting to attack her. She glanced back up at the girl with bright orange hair and cheerful eyes as she spoke. “I'm just in a fantastically good and cheery mood. Should you have caught me about a week or so ago, I probably would have killed you.” The slightly younger girl paused. “I guess I've had a good week.”
To say that she was shocked would be a huge understatement. She deserved nothing except bitchiness from this other girl. That being said, Zak would have expected to have slept with everyone and their grandmother before even possibly talking to or becoming friends with this peppy Gryffindor girl. Granted, she still didn’t know if she would be friends with Annie, but she was about to talk to her.
A step in the right direction? Probably. A trap? Possibly. The biggest mistake Zak had ever made? Likely no where close. Not even sleeping with Chris was close to the biggest mistake. He had simply been nearby and she had been using him just as much as he had been using her.
Zak sucked in a breath. “So, umm, you don’t, like, hate me? I’m more than a little surprised to be quite honest. If I were you? I’d have killed me 10 seconds after seeing me.” She paused a moment. “That being said, now would be the perfectly ironic time for you to decide you truly hate me, whip out your wand, and kill me. So please don’t do that?” She smiled meekly at the girl sitting a few rows above and a few seats to the right of her.
While saying that Zak loved to duel and had yet to lose a fight was a true statement, she had the feeling that Annie had fighting skills and a temper to match her fiery hair that caused her to stand out in a crowd. She watched the other girl carefully, still a bit apprehensive and totally unsure of what was about to happen. It could be a nice, refreshing, friendly talk, or it could turn into a total smack down. Either one could turn out extremely interesting. While she truly hoped for the first option, she had a tiny wish that the second would unfold.
Zak relaxed a bit, allowing her eyes to follow a boy in a purple shirt and black pants around the pitch. A guy in purple had always been attractive to her, as purple was her favorite color, but, sadly, about half turned out to be gay. She sighed a bit. She didn’t recognize the boy. He had dark hair and some light features, but she couldn’t identify him. Maybe he was straight, but if she couldn’t identify him from in the sky, she wouldn’t recognize him later to find out. She sighed softly again. Her head turned involuntarily as Annie spoke again.
words: five oh three
tagged: annie
notes: gah! i suck at playing girls. so much harrison muse, so little zak muse. i’m sorry!
outfit: here
lyrics: "don't trust me" by 3oh!3
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Post by annie louise carter on Jul 20, 2010 12:26:05 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - Annie couldn't care less, that was the bottom line. She would care more about a unicorn getting high in a field of bunnies and flowers. That was a bad comparison because that would actually be interesting. She'd care more if the books in the library started arranging themselves. Better. Although then there would be no need for the hot librarian, meaning she'd have no one to perv on whilst doing her homework, and that would kind of be depressing. But the odd thing was, she kind of didn't want to perv on anyone other than Trevor. Weird. She must have caught a bug or something, because that wasn't normal. Pushing herself around in her seat so she was more comfortable, Annie sighed happily. The day was good, her life was good, and she couldn't care less about Zak or her bragging about, wait, what was she bragging about? Annie didn't care, so did it count as bragging? Whatever. Sure, she would usually reply in a bitchin tone, but Annie was in way too good a mood. Maybe that was what you got when you'd had amazing, mind blowing kitchen sex. Who knew, but it was about right for her. And it had been hot too. Probably hotter than any other sex that anyone had ever had. okay, maybe not, but at the same time, a great, resounding, maybe.
Annie could see the shocked look on this girls face and she smirked. "What's the matter, looks like someone just told you they couldn't give a shit. Oh, wait." [/color] Annie said, rolling her eyes. It wasn't her fault that she didn't care about Chris anymore, and in fact it was more like her blessing that she didn't care anymore, because Annie probably would have been mad, jealous, angry, upset and sad over this, if it wasn't for Trevor helping her realise that there were better guys out there. Not that she was saying Trevor was one of them of course, that was absurd, she was just saying that he helped her realise that Chris wasn't the only guy who could make her smile, and who could make her laugh. There were others, and one of them was bound to be able to handle her. "to be honest, Zak, I would probably care more if you told me you'd fucked a unicorn. Sideways. I mean, I don't care about Chris, Trevor made me realise that"[/color] she said with a shrug, thinking nothing of slipping his name in there. She could always talk about him, just not as much as she thought about him. Not that she thought about him lots or anything because she clearly didn't, and neither did she see his bright blue eyes burning into the back of her eyelids when her eyes closed either. Annie chuckled at the thing, and as a matter of pure interest, her hand went to her wand and she drew it quickly, pointing it at Zak. she looked deadly serious for a moment, laughed, and put her wand back away. "I may be an angry temperamental bitch sometimes, but I am not a murderer"[/color] Annie said, rolling her eyes, but smiling all the same. She wasn't even mad at Zak. She knew Chris could do better, sure, but it wasn't her place to say who he dragged into bed or whatever. He could just, do whoever he wanted and be done with it. And for future reference, if Annie had wanted to kill Zak, or at least duel her, she would have been faster to draw her wand, and would have even been able to match even the best of duellists, because her skills matched her temper. Duelling gave her a chance to express her anger in a way that annoying Trevor could never do, although that was one of the most effective ways that she'd come across as of late. Maybe that was why she was being so nice and calm to Zak, she'd used up all her mean on Trevor. "He's got an epic turn out, but I think his body would be more suited to seeker than chaser, and if I can guess that, his team captain would too, so he probably would be seeker."[/color] Annie finalized, watching his movements, as she'd seen Zak looking at him. Annie didn't know him either, but by the looks of things her assessment was right, and he wasn't carrying a bat either, so beater was off the cards. "I play beater"[/color] she said randomly with a grin, thinking she'd fly out later for a bit if the pitch was free.[/size][/blockquote] [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED zakari cross!STATUS complete!LYRICS a million ways - OK Go!NOTE well this one should be interesting! !COUNT 765!WEARING right here!CREDIT emma!? |
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Post by zakaricross on Jul 28, 2010 1:37:03 GMT
Zak could feel her face blanche as the other girl drew her wand and fixed her with a deadly serious expression. This was not looking good for Zak. Then the red-head broke into a grin and said, “I may be an angry, temperamental bitch sometimes, but I am not a murderer.” Zak gave her a meek look and laughed unconvincingly. “Oh, well, umm, that’s good to know.” Her eyes turned to the boy in purple floating through the sky. “He’s got an epic turn out, but I think his body would be more suited to seeker than chaser, and if I can guess that, his team captain would too, so he probably would be a seeker.” Zak glanced at Annie again. “I play beater,” she added.
“Oh, I wouldn’t really know. I don’t know anything about Quiditch. I’ve only been to maybe three matches my entire time here.” She glanced at her ridiculous heels. Ok, so they weren’t ridiculous for going to, say, a party, but they were ridiculous to have worn down to the Quiditch pitch. But that was just part of Zak. She was always a bit ridiculous. “I always use that time to study or do homework. Less painful that way.” She looked skyward once more. This time her eyes came to rest on a cloud that looked strangely like a dog. She watched the wind dance across the dog’s back and transformed the dog into just a plain puff of water vapor and dirt floating through the atmosphere.
She thought back to when she was little. The memories were a bit faded, but she still had them. She could see her mom clearly in her mind’s eye. She had had long black hair with bright eyes. Zak didn’t have a clue what color they were, but she remembered they were always bright and cheerful. There was one day that stood out most brilliantly in her mind. It was either a Christmas or birthday. She wasn’t sure which. Her mother had woke her up in her room and brought her an early gift. It was a tiny model broom and person that zipped around the room. She still had the figurine somewhere, probably in the bottom of her trunk. It was one of the few memories Zak had of her mother. She could only call up a handful of fuzzy memories since she had been so young when her mother had died and so many years had passed since. The cloud changed in shape again and now it was simply another, different blob. It moved across the sky with the wind.
Zak shuddered suddenly, feeling a slight chill even in the warm of the summer sun. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked down at her knees, surprised to see a small drop of water land on her lap. She hurriedly reached up and wiped feverishly at her eyes but the damage was already done. She had let herself cry. It was an abomination! Her family didn’t cry; they just didn’t. Her father hadn’t cried when her mother died; her brother hadn’t cried when he got kicked out for marrying a Muggle. She had never cried over either of those before and she couldn’t figure out why it hurt so much now, of all times. Coming down to the pitch had obviously been a terrible idea. What had she been thinking?! There was a reason she’d been avoiding the area as if the plague had originated there. That reason was because she couldn’t deal. She hadn’t been able to then and she couldn’t now. God, she was going to look like a total fool in front of Annie. She wiped at her eyes again, trying to ignore the other girl’s presence.
Neither effort was working. She looked back at Annie once again, answering her unasked question. “My mum died playing Quiditch. Bludger to the head, smashed her skull in, dead before she hit the ground.” Maybe the question had been asked and Zak had been too caught up in memories to realize. Either way, it was answered and now someone outside of her family knew what Zak normally kept inside.
Either way, she wasn’t sure she cared now.
words: seven zero two
tagged: annie
notes: long overdue. i’m sorry i’m a fail. :b LOVE YOUUUUUU. :b
outfit: here
lyrics: "don't trust me" by 3oh!3
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Post by annie louise carter on Jul 29, 2010 10:26:13 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - Annie watched Zak's face as it seemed to go white. She had believed her then. At least Annie hadn't lost her touch. She'd been feeling a little thrown off lately, but she now knew that she could still act well and pull of a joke if she wanted. That was good, because that was a big part of herself and she was determined that she wouldn't let this Trevor thing take her over. not that it could because it wasn't really serious or anything, and it wasn't like they were....anything really, just fuck buddies and that was the extent of it. Good. In her opinion anything more than that with Trevor Schumacher was like setting yourself up for a fall, and Annie didn't like falling, because she always fell harder than she wanted to, even when she tried to fall...erm, less hard? If that was possible, but yes, Annie Louise Carter was her own woman and having sex with Trevor Schumacher had in no way changed who she was inside. "Relax, I won't try and kill you. I'm so over it" [/color] She added with a shrug, reassuring the poor girl. She'd had to put up with Chris in bed or whatever after all so she deserved some sympathy. Annie was beyond glad now that she'd not had sex with Chris because it just would never have matched up to sex with Trevor. Not that she was saying Trevor was the best or anything, because that would just give him a big head, or a bigger head. Anway. Uh, yeah, sex with Trevor had been amazing, and she was glad at least that she'd picked him for her first time. He'd even been quite gentle which was surprising, because some part of her brain thought that he'd probably enjoy her pain. That was twisted, she knew, but he seemed to have wanted to make it easier for her, so that had been a nice surprise. Annie was willing to bet that his first time just wasn't as exciting and amazing as hers had been. Not that she'd speak her views about that out loud because Zak could get offended. She didn't think it was the people that caused that though, she reckoned that one of the reasons that she and Trevor had fit so well together was because of the weird relationship they had. Not relationship as in dating relationship because they were not, and would never date like that. he didn't date, and she didn't date him. End of story. Anyway, moving on, they had chemistry, anyone could tell that, and they had the hate that they shared for each other, and then there was the whole teasing and tempting thing that they had going on. They had a lot of interesting moments that they had shared and this all built up to some exciting feelings. Not that she had any feeling for Trevor other than, er, hate. Of course. "three? How, what, why? I mean, it's one of the most exciting games out there! The competition is amazing, the school teams are all pretty good, Gryffindor are of course the best, but the rest are pretty good too"[/color] She joked. Three? Annie tried to make it to see every game that she wasn't playing in, to keep up with it and because she just loved watching it. You see she'd missed one or two because of illness, and when she was out because her grandmother had passed, but other than that she'd caught every one played whilst she was in the school, or at least she was pretty sure that she had. "Doing homework is less painful?"[/color] She asked, raising her eyebrows and laughing. Was this girl a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw? "And Quidditch isn't painful unless your house team are losing. that hurts pretty bad, but especially for me because I'm on the team"[/color] she joked again, smiling. What was painful about watching Quidditch? Playing Quidditch, sure, there were injuries and all that, but watching? not really painful at all. Quiditch had always been something positive to look forward to for Annie. Sure, there were the odd injuries, like someone breaking their arm or whatever. She'd actually had that happen, thanks to a bludger, but it didn't effect her that much and she'd been up and around in no time thanks to the school nurse, giving her all these horrible tasting medicines that were worse than eating sprouts, but worked wonders and fixed her right up. Genius stuff right there. Annie looked over in time to see the girl crying. She heard her explanation that Annie was just about to ask about, and raised her eyebrows. Oh god, and there she was talking about being a beater and..oh god, that could be her. No, she was always super careful. She couldn't think about risks like that. Annie slipped her arms around Zak's shoulder and pulled her close. "People say that when you lose someone, the more time that passes, the easier it becomes. They lie, I think, because the more time that passes, the harder it is to remember them, and their scent, and their smile. And then that makes it harder. I try to remember her every day in little ways, and that’s made it easier for me to cope when I lost my grandma. If you know it, maybe you could go and buy her perfume, or, her favourite shampoo, use it, just a little to remind you of how she was. Just because she's gone from the world, doesn't mean she has to be gone from your life"[/color] Annie murmured her advice, biting her lip after. It wasn't often that Annie spoke about her grandma in such a personal way, but she was always thinking about her. [/size][/blockquote] [/justify] - - - - - - - - - - TAGGED zakari cross!STATUS complete!LYRICS a million ways - OK Go!NOTE TEAM ASHLEIGH! nope, you dont fail! this post was amazing! love you! ♥!COUNT 962!WEARING right here!CREDIT emma!? |
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