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Post by byron john nott on Mar 5, 2011 11:13:55 GMT
 IN MY DEFENCE WHAT IS THERE TO SAY?[/font][/color] ----------------------------WE DESTROY THE LOVE, IT'S OUR WAY.Pushing the last essay to the side, Byron Nott was done marking. That year at least. It being a Saturday, he was getting all of his marking done. He would have been in his office, but he seemed to keep getting distracted by things in there, random little things, and besides, he felt like he had more space in his classroom, well, because he did. Anyway, he was two classes down and one class of work left to mark, and he was going to take a quick break, because he'd been sitting down in that damned chair for so long now that he felt like soon his body would turn to stone. The sad thing was though, that not many people would care, as that stupid brat had so kindly pointed out. They'd probably celebrate around him. Fools. That stung, he would admit it, but only to himself. It stung that out of all the people in his life that he had, almost all of them would rather celebrate his death than find a way to save him. That made him want love even more, and yet, that stupid bratty boy seemed to have found it. Well. Byron would have it too. He would. That was final, and Byron Nott always got what he wanted, it was like some sort of unwritten rule.
He pushed himself away from the desk and rose from the chair, stretching his arms above his head and flexing his muscles, which got him less girls than he thought they would. Speaking of girls, he would have to make a date to catch up with his wife to be, and see how she was doing. He didn't want to be a neglectful husband type person before they were even married. In all honesty, he respected her for the guts that she had, and he regretted saying what he had about her, but he was in a foul mood that day and he was just trying to get some sort of reaction out of Chris, and seeing as they seemed to be close to each other, if Beth wasn't working then saying things about Isabella would, he knew that, and he'd used it to his advantage. After a brisk walk around the classroom to get the blood back to his legs, he slid back into his chair and picked up the quill that he was using. As he pulled the next paper toward him, he heard the door open and glanced up, to see the girl that he was just thinking about, and she did not look happy. "Isabella, what's wrong?"
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Post by isabella rosalie dalton on Mar 6, 2011 0:45:58 GMT
 [--I'VE BECOME SO NUMB--]I CAN'T FEEL YOU THEREB E C O M E S O T I R E D S O M U C H M O R E A W A R E It could not be stressed enough that you should not mess with a Dalton. And one of those Dalton's was Isabella. She did not tolerate anyone who messed with her family or her friends and that was exactly what happened. Byron Nott had hurt her friend. One of her best friends in fact, and she was on her way to confront him. Isabella had been worried sick that her parents would find out that Chris was dating Beth and that they would kill him like they killed Sam. And then she found out that Byron beat him up. That, just would not do. She was not going to just sit around and let him get away with it. What he did was wrong, and he needed to know that whether he did already or not.
This had been the first meeting Izzy had had with Byron since the actual arrangement of the marriage. They were on good terms after that had happened, but now they were definitely on bad terms. She actually thought that maybe they would get a long, until they were married and she would make his life miserable, but no, that wasn‘t going to happen. It seemed she needed to start doing that now. Maybe he would realize he was getting himself into the wrong situation. Maybe he would realize that the Daltons were not the right family for him. Honestly, she hoped he wouldn‘t be able to handle her and maybe he would call off the wedding before it happens. Then he wouldn‘t want anything to do with them. Serves the Dalton adults right.
Her heels could be heard from a mile away as she was on her ways to Byron‘s classroom. She would assume he‘d be there since he was a teacher and they usually have a lot to do. Even on the weekend. When she reached the door, she took a deep breathe so she didn‘t immediately yell at him. She opened the door and stepped in, the anger still showing on her face. She almost lost it when he asked her what was wrong, but she just put a smile on her face and walked toward him. “What is wrong you ask?” She asked, now walking behind him and letting her hands fall upon his shoulders. “I don‘t know Byron.” She shrugged, giving his shoulders a small, but tight squeeze. She didn‘t even bother to call him ‘Mr. Nott’ anymore, because her respect was gone. She leaned forward so that her lips were close to his ear. “Why don’t you tell me what is wrong.” She whispered bitterly.
WORDS?! 435
TAGGED?! byron buttmunch nott
LYRICS?! numb by linkin park
MOOD?! distracted?
OUTFIT?! clicky!
NOTES?! emma!!! i would have started the thread. actually i was planning on starting it. but thank you (: and the post is good! mine though.. sucks.
CREDIT?! dreamer boy of caution 2.0! don't steal!
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Post by byron john nott on Mar 27, 2011 20:53:08 GMT
IN MY DEFENCE WHAT IS THERE TO SAY? [/font][/color] ----------------------------WE DESTROY THE LOVE, IT'S OUR WAY.If there was one thing any smart person in the Wizarding world knew, it was that there were some families that you just shouldn't mess with. Byron knew this, he was after all one of those smart people that he referred to. But the fact was that he had more pride and guts than smarts, it seemed, and he just couldn't help himself. Besides, the Nott family were one of those very families that he spoke of, but then of course, right along side them were the Dalton family, and that was the fire with which he was playing. He intended to get everything out of that family that he could whilst still remaining honourable enough, and making his parents proud. That's what all this started off as, just another way to make his parents proud. He wondered if they were proud of him now. They'd of course hoped he would marry the beautiful Bethany Dalton, but she had too hot a temper, and though it would be an interesting time being her husband, he could probably be pretty assured that it would be the most miserable period of his life. He wasn't about to throw away a chance at true love and happiness for a miserable life in which his parents were proud of him. He wanted love, that was for sure, he needed it, but there really was no way to find true love. Not even a spell could be 100% accurate for that. He'd done his research many a time and came up with no definite magical way of finding it. The worst thing was that he couldn't find it manually either. He hated that. He hated the fact that the pure blooded respectable man that he was couldn't have love when the blood traitor Weasley found it so easily. Something wasn't right.
Of course he wasn't jealous of the low life cheating teenager that for some reason had love. Of course not. But why should some idiotic child who didn't even know what love was have it, when he, Byron Nott, couldn't get it himself? Alright, maybe he was a little jealous. That was of course what had led to the chance encounter in Knockturn Alley turning into the violent little argument that they had. Of course, that would be what led Isabella to coming in to visit him today. He'd sort of expected it. He knew that she liked him, it was plain to see and so it was pretty much certain that she'd come and have a pop at him as soon as she found out. Right on cue, here she was, but he was going to play none the wiser in the hopes that he had it wrong. He didn't doubt that this little girl had a temper, he'd seen her parents temper, and the temper of her aunt and uncle, there was no way in hell that she didn't inherit that, he'd only seen little glimpses before though and the last time they'd met alone for the wedding arrangement, they'd parted on good terms. Well, as good as they were going to get under the circumstances anyway. "Isabella this is clearly breaking the touch barrier. I don't think that's appropriate. You are not my wife yet."
[/color] He replied, though he made no move to shrug her off. Alright, so ignoring the issue could work too. No. It probably couldn't. "What's wrong? Well, I've got a stack of things to mark, I'm behind on that marking and I'm very tired. I'm not in the mood for games Isabella, either you tell me what it is or leave. You chose"[/color] he said, turning his head toward her, watching her with curiosity. Of course she'd stay. Of course she'd tell him. And of course he'd need to think of something quick to defend himself. His mind was blank. This wasn't good. Why was his mind blank? Because he'd been pushing his way through marking for too long and it was turning his brain to mush. Maybe. He was kind of tired. His eyes hurt a little bit. Maybe he was imagining that now that he'd said he was tired. Maybe he was rambling. Maybe he needed to try and come up with that excuse, and quick. Chris started it wouldn't work, and it sounded like a playground chant for a muggle child. He wasn't a muggle and he wasn't a child, and the pure blooded man that he was could surely do better than that. He was no longer five years old. Chris did kind of rub it in his face though. Taunted him. Brought Byron to it. Yes. That was it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] WE NEVER---------------------------------------------------------------LISTEN ENOUGH, NEVER FACE THE TRUTH[/font][/color] TAGGING ISABELLA NOTT DALTON. WORDS 444. NOTES IT WAS NO TROUBLE AT ALL! HONEST! AND I LIKED YOUR POST! CLOTHES HURR. LYRICS AVANTASIA - IN MY DEFENCE.
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