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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 14:58:39 GMT -5
Romeo Davis
Pacing the floor in front of the blank wall, the blonde, seventh year, Slytherin thought of a room. Any room really, it didn't quite matter to her. As the door appeared, the girl threw the door open and raised an eyebrow. Okay, so maybe she should have been slightly more specific in what the room would be. Seeing as this was a pure white room with a black piano in it. Spinning around several times, she found that the piano was the only object in the room. Dropping her messenger bag to the floor, she failed to notice as several blades fell onto the floor. She went to the piano. Really, it'd been a while since she played. Or wrote anything for that matter. Mother didn't approve of the noise from Lyra's trial and error. Mother only liked the final result. Thing was, it was impossible to get there if the girl didn't try and fail. She believed that was her mother's plan all along.
As she played several notes, her mind wondered back over to her mother. Drunk, it wasn't shocking that Lynn Deveraux-Morgan didn't like the sound of the piano. And her mother seemed to always be drunk, and if she wasn't, she was off claiming a new boyfriend to bring home to make father jealous. Of course, that never worked. Father was off doing the same. Lyra shook her head and continued on playing, not even paying attention to the song coming from the piano. All she knew was it sounded perfect, that was all that mattered.
Thing was, mother's boyfriends wanted to have fun. They wouldn't be able to have fun if mother was passed out on the couch or on a bed somewhere in the manor. So they had fun with Lyra and she hated every moment of it. The daughter of the house would use spells after spells to conceal the bruises that marked her body. She acted like it didn't affect her. She acted like none of it ever happened. She acted like she was fine.
But she wasn't, not in the least bit. If she was fine she wouldn't turn to self destruction everytime something went wrong. Everytime father left and mother's boyfriends came home to play. Lyra played the keys faster, wanting to get away from the thoughts in her head. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 15:28:59 GMT -5
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a Boy It feeds on loneliness and creates a void Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture A teenager is stricken and destroyed
A faint tapping sound can be heard throughout the corridor, as a young man paces back and forth. His old black and white trainers scuffing up the hard stone floor. He had been doing this for awhile now, not really trying to go anywhere particular. This was his thing, his way to get attention from innocent bystanders. His eyes dart frantically back and forth as he brings up a hand to bite of his nearly there finger nails.
There is no sound of laughter or happiness here The little one has thrown in the towel today Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul It is futile to hope and dream and pray
Romeo had recieved a letter earlier that morning from his mother, stating that once again his father had been emitted into another hospital. Heart attack probably. He may not have liked his father very well, but the thought of losing somebody was unbearable. First a breakup and now this? All in one week. It was just too much to handle for such a young boy.
Emptiness builds a home in this Man In this boy, this child where hollows have bred A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes And eats away at every connecting thread
He paused, hearing the faint sounds of a piano being played. There wasn't any of those muggle contraptions here at Hogwarts. What the hell? Was it all just in his head? Was he dieing? Was it the sounds of hell dragging him in, consuming him? He pressed both hands to his ears, trying to drowned out the sound. But it wasn't working. Fuck.
Confusion feeds like a savage inside him, Leaving nothing considered worthy remains Destined to walk through life less ordinary Alone, exiled, different and disdained.
Letting out a low grunt, he ran. He ran as fast as he could, but the farther he ran the louder the noise would become. Until finally he rounded the corner and stumbled through the nearst door. Slamming it and falling into a heap, just as a couch appeared to collect him as he fell. Only then did he realize that the music was coming from a source in the room.
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Lyra Morgan
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 15:41:01 GMT -5
Lyra's world crashed to a halt in about point-two seconds. She slammed five keys, jerked backwards, and fell off the piano bench in the matter of seconds. Turning her eyes sharply, she met the person who disturbed her silence. Though, she wasn't sure if she wanted to yell at him for interrupting her, or thank him for stealing her from the thoughts that invaded her head. She chose yelling. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, her voice hitting like whip. It took her several moments to realize who he was. Her heart was still pounding in her chest and she pushed herself off the ground. Glaring at him for a moment, she dusted off her skirt and sat down, gracefully, on the piano bench. She looked at him, her eyes burning an intense steel blue as she awaited an answer. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 15:46:17 GMT -5
Romeo let out a loud groan as a thunderous crash could be heard from several keys being pushed down at once. Great, now he had a headache. What next? Rubbing his temple, he sat up and glared in the direction in which sat a young lady that he knew very well indeed. Miss One-Nighter Morgan. Bitch.. He thought bitterly. "What do you think is wrong with me Lyra? Your crappy music thats what!" He hissed.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 15:53:57 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes, she cast her eyes away from him. Something caught her eye. Seeing the razorblades on the floor by her bag, which was roughly a foot away from where he was. She tried to regain herself, hoping he wouldn't notice them. "L- Like you could do be- better," she stuttered, looking back to him, trying to make it seem as though she wasn't suddenly very nervous. She looked at him, pity in her eyes for a brief moment. She sighed. Seeing as a light was shining down on the several pieces of metal making them cast of a beam of light behind her, Lyra highly doubted he wouldn't notice the four blades on the floor. One blood-stained, the others new. Bloody hell, she exclaimed in her head. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 16:04:37 GMT -5
Romeo rolled his eyes, clenching his fist every so often to try and keep his cool. If there was one thing that he hated about Hogwarts, it would be her. She was just so damn pathetic. As he moved back to sit comfortably on the red leather couch, a faint glimmer caught his eye. Razor blades. They were laying uncerimoniusly on the floor about a yard away from his left foot. "You've got issues woman. You know that right?" He replied sarcastically.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 16:17:15 GMT -5
Lyra nodded slowly, as though she were agreeing with him. She normally went mental on people ho told her she had issues, though few rarely did. But she had to admit, Romeo had her. She couldn't avoid it this time. Whether he realized it or not, whether intentional or not, he was unravelling the queen of seduction. All that would remain was Lyra. And she was afraid of that. No one but Lucius ever saw that side of her. And she had intended to keep it that way. She mentally scolded herself. Why had she kept razors in her bag? She sighed silently because if she didn't, she'd find another way. A worse way. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 16:24:27 GMT -5
Romeo arched an eyebrow, causing it to disappear in his unruly mane, as she nodded her head in agreement at his taunts. That wasn't like her. She usually went off on him whenever he made a comment to her like that. Maybe he was finally taming the beast afterall? Its about damn time. Letting his eyes roam between the blood stained blade and the beautiful blonde sitting before him, he cursed himself under his breath and moved to sit next to her, wrapping one arm around her. Why mum? Why had you introduced us? I hate having to be bothered with her problems all of the time. He thought bitterly. "Want to talk about it?" He questioned.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 16:31:41 GMT -5
She tensed as he wrapped an arm around her. Debating thoughts kept clashing in her head. Lyra wanted to say 'talk about what' in a normal, stubborn attempt. But she knew that was useless. Another part of her finally wanted to talk, but she wasn't sure how she would do it. She bit the inside of her lip, still thinking. She sighed silently, relaxing her body. "You don't want to listen to my problems," she said, quietly, almost pleasantly. Dropping her eyes back down to the floor, she glared at the blades that betrayed her and her secrets. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 16:46:14 GMT -5
"You're right..I don't want to listen to your problems..but I will because I am a nice guy and I'm willing to help if you really want it.." Romeo replied quietly. He let his fingers roam up and down her back until finally resting in her blonde locks, tangling them up only slightly. The touch was almost intimate if it were coming from someone else. But this was Romeo we're talking about and intimacy wasn't a question when it came to Lyra. This was the girl that he used to wipe his boogers on when he was little, the one who he stole knickers from and wore them on his head just to embarass her in front of her guy friends. Romeo Montague Davis did not have a thing for Lyra Morgan.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 16:55:51 GMT -5
Sighing, she turned and looked at him. She turned her eyes away. "Do you want to hear the story, see the results, or both?" she asked, her voice blank. It had to be. She couldn't let her emotions get to her now. Lyra Michelle Morgan did not cry. She did not get emotional. She did not break her mother's rules. Blinking, her fingers played with the rubber band around her wrist. She wanted to snap it, make her wrist purple with welts, she wanted it to hurt. Closing her eyes, she realized just how hard it was to fight back tears. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 17:04:01 GMT -5
"Anything that you want to tell me Miss Morgan. I'm not forcing you to say anything you know. I could just leave you to wallow in self pity if you wanted. I don't care. " He stated bluntly. He wasn't going to be nice to her if she didn't even want it. She was a bitch. What did he care if she killed herself over something stupid. He looked down at her, just as a sharp pain from his migrane shot through his head once again, causing him to gasp in pain and reach up with his free hand to rub at his throbbing temple.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 17:10:26 GMT -5
A concerned look was cast towards him. "Are you okay?" she asked, still wanting to stay away from her problems until she knew she could handle telling him. Handle him knowing. Genuine concern showed in her eyes as she watched him. She didn't care he said that he didn't care. She didn't care about everything that happened between the two of them in the past. He figured out the first part of her life secret. He was by far the closest person she had now, especially since she was currently recovering from Lucius's latest blow to her. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romeo Davis {Inactive} on Feb 13, 2007 18:24:11 GMT -5
Romeo nodded and rupped his head a couple more times before letting his hand fall back onto his lap. "Yeah..I'm fine..Headache..and i'm pants at healing charms.." He replied, casting her a small smirk before looking back down at the floor once more. "Why so suddenly concerned about my welfare Lyra? This isn't like you..I thought you didn't care if I lived or died?" He questioned, letting his hand slide down her back to rest lightly on her hip.
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Post by Lyra Morgan on Feb 13, 2007 18:31:50 GMT -5
Lyra sighed, shifting as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I dunno," she lied and for some odd reason, she instantly regretted it. "You're the only one who knows. Well, no, that's not true. You're the only one who knows that asked me if I wanted to talk," she answered, truthfully. She sighed, still fighting tears; it was becoming harder and harder by the second. "And that's not true, what you said. I do care if you live or die. Sure, we may not be best friends, but I've still known you since I was six." Simply stated, she wanted her reasons to stay at bay until she knew what to do. And for the first time in a long time, she didn't have the slightest clue what to do. [/size][/blockquote]
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