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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 25, 2011 1:00:33 GMT -5
Emmelia Jenelle Jammison was standing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch. It was a nice day out, the sun was shining, and she was in a terrific mood. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants, a navy sports bra, and a gray tank top overtop. Her gym shoes were tight on her feet, and she pulled her curly brown hair into a loose pony tail. With that she began to jog around the whole field. It has been a while since she actually ran just to do so, and it felt good to get back into it. As she ran her mind began to wander over the recent events that ensued in her life.
First being her run in with Alexia and Rodolphus in the shared Common Room. The two bantering about Blood Traitors and when Sirius entered, well, Alexia attempted to get with him. Knowing how she felt about him as well only made the situation ten times worse. Yet, Emmelia came out strong when she poured water all over her, and at the end of it all, when they both left, Sirius actually admitted he felt the same way towards her.
She couldn't help but smile as she began to sprint around a bend. It was definitely going to be a good day. Although she wondered where exactly their relationship stood now that everything was in the open...and he kissed her. Emmelia was so wrapped up in the moment that she didn't even notice someone come onto the field and was watching her.
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Post by lestrange on Jun 27, 2011 23:30:53 GMT -5
It was too often that he found himself walking after shadows; just following them through what seemed to be an endless forest though the heavy mist made it impossible to be certain. The shadows belonged to human beings; that much was clear to Rodolphus who despite not knowing the reason he was determined to catch up with them and face them. It could had been easily mistaken for reality if not for the fact he was a young man again; a man that has been long forgotten. He could feel the cold surrounding him and that was also another indication of how it was nothing but a dream. He had never felt cold; rare the occasions where he had indeed felt the ice reaching deep within him. From time to time he would call out to them. He began to run from the tormented shadows of the past.
Every step he took brought him closer to them but every time he got too close the shadows vanished on the spot; appearing somewhere else far away from him. He could chase them for what seemed to be hours until he started to feel the exhaustion take over every fiber of his body. He was often on the verge of despair; feeling the cold sweat soaking his shirt and hearing nothing but the dead silence of the day. However it soon becomes clear it’s not who he thought it would be but another familiar face the one smiling almost tenderly at him. In that moment he understands it’s not over; green eyes looking around to find himself surrounded by those who had long ago left this world. He makes the attempt to reach out for them but just like the shadows they vanish… once more nothing but an empty quidditch pitch and silence around him. Rodolphus looked up to the clear sky and noticed a fellow Slytherin flying on their broom. Speaking would be worthless, for they were too high above the ground to hear his voice. Rod would fly up and say hello, but he did not have a broom, and he didn't care too much for the sport to begin with.
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 28, 2011 23:43:56 GMT -5
Emmelia looked below her as she flew in the sky, only to notice someone on the pitch. She circled lower until she realized it was Rodolphus Lestrange. They were always on cordial terms with each other, they never got on each other's nerves, or bothered to really bond together either. It was one of those weird relationships that they had. She respected him in a sense as well. There was just something about him that gave off this air of respectability, and he never brought harm upon her, or opposed any. So why not respect him? He was an interesting character, needless to say, going after the notorious Bellatrix Black. Only a crazy man would do so, hence why she respected him. He had the balls to go after one of the craziest, most psychotic, women in the entire school. Emmelia wouldn't dare go near her, or mess with either of her sisters, it was just not something to get into.
She flew a couple more rounds diving as low as possible to the ground before swooping back up, before mounting a landing a couple of feet before him. She had a smile on her face as she walked a little closer. "It's odd to see you around here, Rodolphus." Emmelia stated. "Shouldn't you be patrolling soon?" She added curiously.
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Post by lestrange on Jun 29, 2011 0:00:14 GMT -5
The moments constantly flashed in his mind, the memories of family. Not the ones you tell everyone about either. The memories where Renault Lestrange, ice flowed through his veins, feeling no pain or remorse; the captain of the first wave of Death Eaters. Once Renault would arrive at home from a long day of doing who only knows what, the evening would have progressed in either one or two ways. The first, being the so called "happy" or good days at work. The father would arrive at home, late at night, and begin to recruit the young boys into the Death Eater society. It was true, Rodolphus never cared much for the half breeds or muggle born children in the world, but he just wasn't sure if he was ready to become a full pledged servant. Other nights would be pure torture for Rodolphus. Filled with blood lust, Renault would throw himself at the youngest son and beat him senselessly. Rodolphus would intervene in order to save his brother's life. Countless times Rodolphus would fight off the blood thirsty father to protect Rabastian and his scared mother. The memories would constantly flash back into his head, and drove the boy insane to the point where he would cry himself away from the pain. It happened all too often, no matter what he would do to ease the painful memories, they would always return to haunt him. Minutes passes after Emmelia spoke towards Rodolphus, he casually looked up at her and shrugged his broad shoulders. I suppose I got caught in a deep thought and ended up here.[/b] He looked around the pitch as he spoke, never had be walked near this area, it was all new to him. Quidditch never caught his attention, not once in the seven years he had attended the school. A sigh crossed his lips as he looked down towards the ground. Are you trying to tell me to leave?[/color]
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 29, 2011 0:08:29 GMT -5
Emmelia could tell that something weighed heavily on Rodolphus mind. She could only wonder what it could possibly be. Sometimes she would be lost in thought about her family and just wander around. End up in the middle of the Forbidden Forest sometimes, but that was rare. She has never seen Rodolphus even near the Quidditch Pitch, he must have really been thinking hard about something. She mounted her broom and hovered just a few inches off the ground. Gracefully she stretched out on it and rested her head on her arms. She watched him carefully, curiously, wondering what was going on. "Is everything alright? You seem really distant, and that's not normal for you." She was actually kind of worried about him.
Emmelia shook her head at his last comment and said, "No, by all means stay. It gives me somebody to talk to. I just thought you would be on patrol tonight, that's all." She never wanted him to leave, she was always welcome to a conversation with somebody. Perhaps she will get to know the mysterious caniving Slytherin a little better.
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Post by lestrange on Jun 29, 2011 15:45:13 GMT -5
Rodolphus never truly had problem escaping the memories of the past, but this time was different. It felt as if his family was some how trying to connect with him; it had never happened before and he was unsure how to shake away this feeling. It seemed as if Emmelia was catching onto what Rodolphus was feeling, he was not the one to show emotions, especially in front of people. Rodolphus Lestrange was known for keeping his emotions bottled up, which is the main cause of his insanity. He sighed again, trying to ease the pain once again. The memories just would not leave him alone and he needed to figure out what exactly was going on.
His eyes looked up at the Slytherin girl now relaxing upon her broom. He was not going to just unload him emotions and life story to a girl whom he never truly knew anything about. His green eyes continued to scan the area to see if anyone; or anything; was following him. Yeah, it's been a busy morning.
[/color] The words just escaped his lips, and he was not thinking correctly for the vision were still clouding his main train of thought. Escaping was relentless. Rodolphus just decided to give up and let the memories overshadow him. Emmelia did mention that she did not want him to leave, no one truly cared for him, maybe only Cissa and Lucius. It was weird having someone other than the two usual friends showing any sort of concern for him. Listen, today just has not been good for me.[/color] He sighed again, thinking that he might tell her a little something about himself...would she actually begin to understand him? I am constantly haunted by my past.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] words: 350! wearing: click |
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jun 30, 2011 22:47:07 GMT -5
Emmelia never really cared for too many people in her house. They knew she was a blood traitor, which of course made her marked for trouble. She was friends with mostly Gryffindors, which in her house was a no-no. She was on good terms with Lucius and Alex but that was about it. Then again she hasn't had an actual conversation with anyone else in her house either. Perhaps she needed to be more open minded to those she shared a Common Room with. It was then that it hit her as she thought about it. All these years she was constantly shutting out the Slytherins, and that made her more like them than she thought. They always shut out the other houses, and now was her time to change and get to know some of them more.
She listened to Rodolphus and could somehow relate to him. "I can understand that." She told him. She looked into his green eyes and added, "You can talk to me you know, Rodolphus. I'm not going to judge you, and I won't tell a soul." That was true, she was never the one to start any drama. Whenever someone confided in her she always kept it between them two, it never went elsewhere. "I can tell it's really weighing on you, and you are never the one to show any sort of emotion. It's good to talk to someone every once in a while." Maybe she would actually know the real Rodolphus Lestrange and understand why he is the way he is.
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Post by lestrange on Jul 11, 2011 14:26:13 GMT -5
It was never the sort of action Rodolphus Lestrange would take about speaking of his family and past. The memories were something people would never truly understand about him. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; for the boy was tired of everything going wrong in his life. The torture he had once faced as a boy continued to show their scars upon the Lestrange household. It was never the idea for a pureblooded family to abuse their child, especially the son of an fortune. The days were growing longer, and the time for Rodolphus was growing shorter by the minute. Hie eyes, full of hatred and despair, looked upon Emmelia once again. He breathed a heavy sigh and looked down at the ground once again.
You would not believe me, even if I told you.
[/color] It was the facts. Only two other souls knew of the Lestrange household and what they have done to their children throughout the years. Nevertheless, Rodolphus did not receive the ultimate torture, no. That was left for the youngest of the household; Rabastian. Rab never had anything go right in his life, and it was as if Rodolphus was blaming everything that had happened upon himself. Another great sigh crossed his lips as he looked at Emmelia for another time. He believed her. Never had he left this close to someone, other than Lucius but that was different. The boy could tell there was something that Emmelia was holding in her heart, possibly something she never wishes to reveal. I believe you wont judge me. It's the idea of what could happen if I reveal anything about my family.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] words: 300 xD wearing: click!! |
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jul 11, 2011 18:15:38 GMT -5
Emmelia wasn't just curious about what Rodolphus was hinting about, but she was really concerned. Sure, she couldn't do anything to help him, but she could listen. Before Hogwarts Emmelia hardly had anyone to turn to to talk about her family issues. The emotions would bottle up inside her and it wasn't a good time in her life what so ever. When she got closer to Sirius and Andromeda was when she realized she didn't have to hold it in anymore. They became her best friends who truly understood her, and she was grateful for that. She wondered if Lucius was the only person he could actually talk to. It made her sad to think that he could trust no one else. Then again, she was in the same position not to long ago either.
She looked at him and said, "Try me." She didn't know what to expect but she could possibly relate in some way. Her parents abused her ever since she was little, and even to this day it happens and torments her. She had a feeling that maybe Rodolphus and her were more alike than they were different. Yes, she was a blood traitor, but that didn't mean she would turn against those who confide in her or anything either. She was ready for anything he was about to tell her, but she wasn't going to push him into saying what was on his mind.
"The only person who will know is me." She told him. "I can assure you what is said between us, stays between us." She crossed her heart and lock and keyed her lips as a sign that she was keeping what was said sacred.
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