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Post by DARLA ADRIENNE SELWYN on Jan 25, 2012 0:32:57 GMT 1
It was oddly warm out for a January night in Scotland. As such, students throughout the weekend holiday found themselves in sleeveless tops, denim, and thinner materials—nothing like the cloaks and wools of weeks past. The grounds were getting dark, with all of the students on their way to supper, all except for Darla. Since her breakup with Nicholas, she found it difficult to eat, to sleep, to even think. No matter where she went, he was there. Class, practice, her prefect duties, even the common room. She couldn’t escape the sight of him or the thought of him, and it was a taking its toll on her. Dark circles rested under her eyes, and her upbright and chipper demeanor left only a ghost of sorrow and misery. Her friends were avoiding her, her teachers no longer called on her, and even still, the neglect made her feel even worse.
She’d gotten to the point where the large groups of company, ones she formerly greeted with open arms were now loud posses of delinquents. Naturally, she chose seclusion, and what was more secluded than the black lake at nighttime? Darla wandered the bottom floor, lazily walking down the hall and through the courtyard, all worries and all cares gone. She was stuck, and nothing mattered anymore. She lost her best friend and the love of her life in the same moment. Who was she to turn to?
With a sigh she walked down the grounds to the lake, in a less than stable manner. In all actuality, she felt psychotic and sick. Half the time, she could only picture the awful things she wanted to do to Nick. She wanted to break him like he broke her. Worse, she wanted to shatter him. She thought of ways to make him angry, make him jealous, even a way to practically bring him to tears. The other half of her felt lost without her other half. As independent as she was, now she was alone—something she couldn’t accept. First it was her mother to tell her that she was an unwanted mistake, now it was her partner.
Still, the Darla that everyone knew, the one to always offer advice and a warm smile—the level headed thinker, now she was one to be feared. She was exactly what she hated in people, and he was the reason. The last words he spat out at her played through her mind on loop, words for word "You make me weak and pathetic. I don't know who I've become around you. This isn't the real Nicholas Avery, and you know it. It's pathetic what we shared, how it could bring me down.” A rush of blood went to her head and a fiery rage spread throughout her. She screamed loudly, kicking the dirt in her path, throwing a fit until she tired herself out. The raven haired beauty collapsed infront of the lake, her eyes full of tears, wand in hand. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! she thought, throwing hexes and curses at the water, causing to splash everywhere.
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Post by yaxley on Jan 25, 2012 1:05:36 GMT 1
 The day had gone by rather quickly and for once in his life Samuel had nothing exciting to do. It wasn’t frustrating maybe slightly boring considering most days he’d either have a ton of essay’s to complete by the next day or he’d have quidditch practice! And when he wasn’t finishing up essays and practicing for quidditch he was with his girlfriend, Rebecca Higgs. Who knew he’d score? People got relatively annoyed with the puff couple. They were constantly together and hardly ever apart, it was a rare occasion to see Samuel Yaxley with out his girlfriend hanging off his arm. Today was the day when he’d be alone and had time to reflect, and what better way to reflect than had a nice relaxing day by the lake? Listening to the sounds of the lake always relaxed him, never had it caused tension or anything like that, it was a calming place to be and often people went there to reflect on their troubles or just to escape reality, just like Samuel was.
Sometime his friends would tease him about his love for his girlfriend. Since they were in the same house and year they pretty much had the same classes together, and they were both on the quidditch team which was a hassle for people when you got hit by a buldger because Samuel was to busy cuddling his girlfriend or merely looking at her. But today Rebecca was busy with something important, she was probably doing essays or with her friends. He couldn’t go see his friends though; he knew what they’d say to him. They’d constantly bug him about why he wasn’t attached to his girlfriend and assume they had broke up but truth was he did have a life, he wasn’t going to be attached to her all the time, occasionally yes.
As he grew closer to the lake he heard a loud scream that had obviously come from a female as it was considerably high pitched, after that there were several splashes of water. Sam being Sam had imagined the worse, a poor attractive girl getting attacked my one the giant squid that often liked to attack people if they got to close to the waters edge. Without thinking he began to run down to the lake and didn’t worry about falling over, someone could need his help and he wasn’t willing for someone to be dragged into the lake if he could prevent it.
When he got to the lake another scene played in front of him. Darla Selwyn sat on the dirty floor by the lake and judging by her movements she was in a state, nevertheless he ran over just in case she was hurt. He kneeled down next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, hoping he didn’t scare her, “Hey, hey, hey…” When she stopped cursing the water he moved so he was knelt in front of her and gently with his thumb wiped her tears away and looked at her with his chocolate brown eyes, “Darla, what’s wrong? What happened?” He was curious and worried, he hoped she wasn’t hurt.
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Post by DARLA ADRIENNE SELWYN on Jan 25, 2012 1:42:24 GMT 1
The brunette continued on her rampage sending hexes, curses, and jinxes in every direction. Tears continued to roll down her cheek as she sat at the water’s edge. Darla felt so fragile, and so incredibly frail. Her inner glow, what sparked her—it was missing and all that was left was this exoskeleton, something to only look like Darla. Nothing mattered, nothing at all—all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry.
What could I have done? What set it off? she asked herself, racking her brain for reason. Why would Nicholas say she was an obstacle. She didn’t demand to be attached at his hip. She’d only encouraged the best for him, and most of the time, she knew herself to bring out the best in him. For a moment, just a brief moment—she thought it was her personality. She knew she was a little flirt, almost always flirting for some kind of gain. But that’s how he’d always known her, even since she was twelve. Besides, he’d always done the same.
She continued to sit there, in wonder, tears still rolling down her porcelain skin when an unexpected voice and touch came to her. Samuel Yaxley, one of her closest friends when she was a child. Darla was still good friends with his sisters, but Samuel broke the tradition of his family, just as Darla wished she could break hers. His personality won out in sorting and he was a chosen Hufflepuff, through and through. He wiped the tears from her eyes, giving her the ever promising smile that she knew him for. It was then that Darla thought back to Sam’s relationship with Rebecca, causing the witch to frown once more. He was such a good boyfriend to her. Nick was such a good boyfriend to her. ”Sam..” she began, looking at him with sad brown eyes, ”…everything went wrong.” With that she began to tremble, her mouth gone dry—all she felt was the need the cry out in pain.
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Post by yaxley on Jan 25, 2012 1:59:36 GMT 1
Samuel Yaxley was the middle child of his siblings. Unfortunately he had an older sister and a younger sister, he practically grew up out numbered his whole childhood. Sure he loved his sisters but there was a certain extent when it came to there arguments and bitching. Luckily enough he had his older cousin Scorpius, they got along and when ever he was younger it was pretty much freedom from his two sisters. Since he grew up around girls he knew how they worked, he happened to know they could be really dangerous if you hit a nerve and in every pass relationship he had they’d never complained about him, they had said he was perfect and it was them. Which was code for ”I’m bored of you and I need to upgrade” which was perfectly fine by the young hufflepuff, it was their loss not his! Being able to know about girls had its advantages but knowing what they went through and what they were capable of was something he’d rather not know.
During his childhood he had pretty much grown up around Darla, they had play dates when they were younger but when they both came the Hogwarts they hardly talked after the house sorting, but that still didn’t mean they weren’t friends. He was concerned and he tried to rack his brains trying to figure out what she could be crying about and it suddenly hit him. Whenever his sisters were in hysterics it was over a guy, it was always a guy, or a huge fight with a best friend but he was betting his money on a guy. Sam knew she was dating Nick Avery, it was possible something happened to them, or they’d argued something like that. One thing he hated was seeing girls cry, it was heart breaking, it was even worse when you’d near enough grew up with them.
There was a simple sentence that confirmed his hunch of it involving her boyfriend. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he knew a hug and the chance for her to cry a little would surely make her feel better, right? Sam leaned forward and gave her a tight and reassuring hug, “Did something happen between you and Nicholas?” He was sure it was about him but he just wanted to make sure that he was on the right page, if it was just about her grades or something then he’d be humiliated for thinking that, especially since he grew up with two girls.
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Post by DARLA ADRIENNE SELWYN on Jan 26, 2012 0:01:24 GMT 1
Darla was lost in her own mind. On one spectrum side, everything Nick said to her, everything he called her out as, it hurt. She was beyond able to tell if he meant it, or if he only said it. Either way, it still hurt. She in turn had her words, but she knew for fact that it was only to get at him the way he did her—she would take it back if she could. But it didn’t really matter. What did matter was that her boyfriend, her best friend, the single person who knew her the most was now her enemy, and it hurt so much that she’d rather die. Occasionally her lips would quiver and her eyes would water, and because of her lack of food, she began to shake much more often, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered—she was alone in this world now. No family, no close friends—just her.
Then there was Samuel. Poor Sam, he was a great guy. He did get a lot of flack, cause he didn’t make it into Slytherin. He was too nice. Girls dumped him because he was too respectful and they got bored, but he knew girls inside and out, and Darla knew it—his sisters made sure of it. All she could do was look at him, unable to sum up the words—she could hardly think of words. She trembled at his touch, swallowing hard just to give him the most pathetic and weak smile that she could even muster. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, grabbing her chest, her eyes full of sorrow. ”Sam… she started, her voice very weak. ”…my heart…my heart hurts” she spoke, confusion in her voice and apparent on her face.
The brunette looked at the dirty ground, a sigh escaping her pale and chapped lips. She was a mess. Her hair undone, her eyes dark and hollow and her body in a slump. ”I don’t know what to do… I don’t know how to function…I’m just…I don’t know” she explained, still looking at the ground. His presence, warm and familiar was easing. She wasn’t as alone as she felt. ”What’s wrong with me?” she finally asked him, tears still in her eyes. Something was wrong with her. She must’ve driven him away, and unknowingly made him as weak as he said.
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Post by yaxley on Jan 27, 2012 18:32:51 GMT 1
Somehow, he knew what she was going through. It was love, he knew it was. Sam knew Darla and something he was certain about was Darla and Nick had grown up around each other. They had a very rare bond. Sure he hadn’t been through a rough break-up but he’d been through them. Being dumped was a very difficult time, you’d feel low and your self-esteem would plummet. What his sisters would do was cry in their bedroom for a while, eat some Ben & Jerry’s ice-cream and then they’d vent their anger about the so called boy. When people hurt his sisters it did anger him, but what could he do? He was just a Hufflepuff; he couldn’t protect them like others. He wasn’t very well built and most guys around Hogwarts were huge. The mood was low, and he could tell by looking at her facial features that she was distraught.
Darla could do so much better without her boyfriend. If he put her through this then what was the point in him even liking her? She didn’t say much, she must have been going through a lot of emotional pain not to say anything. “I know it does, and it’ll keep on hurting. There is nothing I can say or do that will make it better.” It was the sad truth, you couldn’t ignore it and even if you tried it was there waiting. “Although, when my sisters are upset they have a muggle ice-cream called Ben & Jerry’s? Maybe a bit of that might help.” He smiled reassuringly before he rubbed her shoulder trying to make her feel a little bit better.
Sometimes you had to be careful around girls like this, especially Slytherin’s. He knew Darla was a nice girl, but she’d gone through a break-up and he wasn’t sure if she’d snap at him or not. “There isn’t anything wrong you. It could be argued you’re in love but other than that, you’re just going through a break-up. It’ll be tough but you’ll get through it, eventually.” The Hufflepuff smiled and looked at her with a half smile, hoping maybe he could cheer her up with his awkward personality.
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