Hate is too strong a word, [Eli]

[Alexia Helena Richter]

Alex knew this all had to stop for the sake of her currently intact sanity. She had known both Eli and Em since they had came to Hogwarts, and she considered them both to be very good friends. Alex knew what was wrong between the twins, but she was hopeless to do anything about the fued they were have. Merlin knew too that he had enough of her own shit to deal with without having to worry about the two of them murdering each other. She cringed, remembering how valid a worry murder was between the two of them at the moment. There was no way in hell that she would ever approve of Emmelia’s relationship with Sirius, but she felt like it mirrored her own predicament with her family in a way. Alexia wasn’t just about to let her own twin kill or even hurt her because of what was going on with the blood traitor.

Killing her just seemed to be a ridiculously useless way of dealing with the whole blood traitor issue. The most it would do would be to remove her from the family picture, which she had already been removed from and possibly end Eli up in Azkaban. She couldn’t really stomach the idea of either, truthfully. Alex had no siblings of her own and she had grown to consider the two other chasers as her surrogate sister and brother. They had plenty of great times together in the past, and it hurt to realize that those days were rapidly coming to an end. This was the kind of thing that Alex hated about making friendships with other people. It seemed like eventually everything had to end, people had to fall apart on one another, and we all learn how to hate each other just a little bit more than before.

It seemed ridiculous to Alex that Emmelia was willing to throw everything away for Sirius Black. It had never even occurred to her that choosing to be with a woman and being disowned by her family was even an option. Now, seeing what was happening to Em, Alex was much more terrified than she had been before. A paranoia had set in, especially since she had her little talk with Emmelia. It made her feel extremely vunerable, knowing that someone she didn’t have something against knew about her condition. She wanted to take back everything she had said and done, but at the same time it was a relief to have Em know. There was no turning back now, but all she could do was pray that no one ever found out other than her, especially her own parents.

Eli’s words the other night frightened her down to her very core. She’d thought that Emmelia may have confided her secret in him (which seems kind of ridiculous in the circumstances, but he is still her twin and teammate), when he had started spewing out something about rumors floating around about Alex herself. The rest of the conversation, well screaming match, between Eli and Emmelia only slightly comforted her. It lead her to believe that the rumors about her might have been about how she was still speaking and being friendly toward Em. At least, that was what her mind was trying to convince her into believing was the rumors. It was a wait-and-see kind of game that made her want to vomit.

The only productive way of burning off steam for Alex was working out and flying. Naturally, this was the first thing she had done after her classes today. She had just finished her workout and training routine, loving the complete aloneness she had in the Slytherin changing room. It would be a colder shower, she knew that now, but it didn’t matter much to her. She was sweaty and hot, so the cold water was extremely welcome. Stepping out of the shower, she wandered over to her locker with a towel wrapped around herself, letting it fall to put her underwear, bra, and a clean pair of sweats on. There was an eerie sense of being watched as she started toweling off her hair, but she brushed that off. Something made a clank, which made her head snap up. “Hello?” She said, rather irritated, “Is someone there?”

Word Count: 717
Wearing: This.
Notes: Methinks this might end badly for Alex.

[eli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Well thanks to that run in with Abbott he had spent the past day in the Infirmary in the company of what had to be the most grating woman alive. It was one thing to be lectured by one’s own mother or a Professor who had to get keep you in line. However, it wasn’t a parent that spent the better part of 6 hours scolding him. No it was that dreadful woman whose name he still wasn’t sure of. Not to mention having to be forced to look upon Owen and his nose while a potion brewed to re-pair pinky that had been forcefully removed by an Artic frost potion brewed by THATderanged badger that needed to be locked up. Now all he wanted to do was Fly, relax and later if he was lucky he would get the chance to beat the hell out of something possibly a first year or a muggle born from that damn house that little tart escaped from, or better yet just run into the little tart herself. oh yes he had some manners her could teach her He half thought about circling back and heading to the dungeon’s to hang out by a certain painting. He was honestly to the point of rationalizing the need to stalk the Hufflepuff’s painting. This is why it was a good thing that he had made his way to the Quidditch pitch, before personal grudges and rage could claim what logic he had. After all if he was going to end up in Azkaban it wouldn’t be on the account of some alien breed of a Hufflepuff not to mention the weirdness was catching as he remembered Owen taking a swing at him too.. Did that little blond go off and contaminate the whole lot with her temper. He really need to just go find something safe to pound, before this turned into some sick obsession. He entered the Dressing rooms pulling off his shirt and pulling a clean jersey he somehow managed to knock over his helmet which made a loud noise that seemed to echo threw the quiet room.. Frown he kneeled down picked it up when he heard a voice come from his left.. Turning the corner he caught an eye full nothing like catching a girl in the midst of towel drying her hair, That was even more pleasing when that girl was as scantily clad as Alex was. Finally Elijah found a positive in allowing the girls to play quidditch. Was he the type to openly leer well he did have some tact he wasn’t just going to openly ogle her goods.. Wait yes he was.. That was exactly what he was doing at that precise moment, he was shameless in it too as he figured it was payment for him not throwing a fit the moment Lucius allowed her to play.. In a flash she was no longer that little girl who was sorted along side him his first year.. She wasn’t little Alexia Helena Ritcher who’s hair he used to watch Emmelia braid. No time waits for no one and quickly he was reminded of that Alexia was a woman, a woman who recently scorned his affections and chose the acquaintance of a blood traitor than to side with him when he so desperately was in-need of an ally to contend with Emmelia. Battle lines were long since drawn and Alex in his opinion hoped on the enemies side he didn’t gather a reason of why till recently. In his opinion Alex had in that night sacrificed his friendship, respect, admiration for a girl who had openly scorned those of her house and her bloodlines, yes to him Alex was no better than Emmelia if anything she was worse do to the fact she was in his opinion attempting to play both sides. Alexia had cost him his sister, why cause she was in his mind perverse in her desires for things that were never meant for her. “Hi Ritcher.. Sooo Something’s been on my mind lately, and its been just itching at me..” He took a seat and pulled on his shirt raking a hand threw his messy hair his eagle eyed glance never leaving her as he offered a turn of his lips that whispered of a smirk. “ I have tried to comprehend the reason you would have for coddling my sister’s choices, when I find those who care most about her call her on it.. You have claimed to be a friend, and yet you do nothing…It really bugs in logic, but there are whispers about you not liking men… and things begin make absolute sense.. Your not a tomboy, or even a quidditch enthusiast your one shaved head away from being Queen of the Lisbos, or king if you adopt the butch look like I no doubt you would…. Now my only question is how long have you had a thing for my sister?” Tag: MC Notes: sorry it took a bit, but I hope it was worth the wait. Music: Amberlin (from their lost songs) Creep Wearing:This for the time being Words:831

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