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Post by ENZO EVERETT on May 23, 2016 23:18:02 GMT -5
 THERE'S A DRUMMING NOISE INSIDE MY HEAD THAT STARTS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND.- HOLLY LOVELACE - Most days, Enzo wondered if he literally had the stone-cold, unfeeling, unforgiving heart that the students he threw in detention claimed he possessed. He couldn't deny that from day to day, he did feel like he didn't care nearly as much as he should. But his job never demanded that he cared; it just demanded that he taught them, which he did, and prepared them, which he also did. He just couldn't say he gave a modicum of a shit about the pureblooded kids whose success had been handed to them on a silver platter. Could he really be blamed for that? Some days though, it was a little different. Sometimes he could feel the pure motivation he'd felt behind applying for the job he had now, the desire to empower the weak, or at least those without the advantage purebloods were born with. This felt like one of those days. He'd been sort of eyeing the confrontation going on down the corridor for the past few minutes, and couldn't really understand what was going on at first. It was just a little ways outside the Slytherin common room and it was clear anyway from their uniforms that they were all Slytherins and besides - he recognized a couple from his class. A few of them seemed to be ganging up on Holly Lovelace, a student that admittedly stood out to him because her ambition honestly overpowered his own and that was sort of saying something. It definitely also wasn't because she was extremely pretty. Definitely not. On that subject though, he'd already made a rule for himself - no mucking about with students, not when there were plenty of other pretty women out there that wouldn't destroy his reputation, job, and credibility all in one go, along with a one-way ticket to prison. It was really hard to find students attractive anyway; the older he got, the more immature they were, and the more they seemed like children. Anyway. That wasn't the case with Holly but it was easy to put that aside because he was also inclined to hate everyone in his former Hogwarts house on account of the fact they were mostly purebloods. Slytherins were assumed purebloods until proven otherwise, and right now-- " --mudblood!" " Salazar Slytherin is rolling in his grave, mark my words. The Sorting Hat has lost its touch, next it's going to start putting purebloods in Hufflepuff." Enzo rolled his eyes to the ceiling just listening to them. The brainless asshat pureblood elitists that seemed to populate an embarrassing amount of Slytherin House had to start coming up with better insults. He swore he'd heard the same things when he was in school, which was like... eight years ago. Shit, he felt old. Stepping out from the depths of the corridor he'd been more-or-less hiding in, he approached the mess, much to the sudden alarm of the elitists which warmed his cold heart just a little bit. " More like, you lot have lost your touch," he said airily. " If you're going to use ages old insults, at least make sure they're, you know, valid. The Sorting Hat is an immortal magical entity charmed by not just Rowena Ravenclaw AKA one of the most intelligent witches known to date, but also the rest of the founders, including our esteemed Salazar Slytherin--and basically magic like that doesn't just lose its touch. Also, I do happen to know a few purebloods in Hufflepuff. The decent ones, anyway." God there was so much more he wanted to say. If he were still a student, he'd literally rip them all a new one but unfortunately he could only be lowkey savage. " Arguments against pureblood elitism however, just never get old. Inbreeding's a bitch, right? Explains a few things here." He waved his hand at them vaguely, and technically he wasn't allowed to make it more clear that he was calling them ugly, but really if he made it any more clear, it would be crystal. Hopefully before they could register that though, he waved them off. " Maybe go on off to the common room before I come up with a creative detention for you." Enzo cast his dark gaze away from them, uninterested in any of their parting looks, and instead fixed his attention on Holly as they left the pair alone. " Mudblood," he said thoughtfully, but it wasn't an insult - it was an observation. He was on the verge of saying something more, but pursed his lips because he suddenly got the overwhelming feeling of familiarity, which he rarely got with anyone. Suddenly, Holly Lovelace was just like him.
NOTES: So. As you can see I ramble a lot. Don't feel the pressure to match length hahaha. But I am so ready for this!! |
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Post by HOLLY LOVELACE on May 24, 2016 18:52:29 GMT -5
ICE COLD I FREEZE UP WHEN I SEE YOU Holly, like any good Slytherin, hated being cornered. Figuratively and literally. In this particular case, it was both. She could feel the cool, slightly damp stone of the dungeons at her back which instinctively made her cringe away. Since day one Holly has always hated having the common room down in the dungeons. Dungeons. Who has dungeons any more? Hogwarts, apparently. More than once, Holly wondered if the dungeons ever served their named purpose. In her first year, she had asked every ghost she had come across about the origin story of the dungeons, but none would answer her questions. Eventually, the Bloody Baron demanded she dropped it and "Go do whatever students do in their spare time these day." Yet another mystery about Hogwarts remained unsolved. ...Perhaps these weren't the best thoughts to be having at this moment in time. Holly thought to herself dully as the group of Slytherins jostled around for a better view, obviously smelling blood in the water. The leader of the little parade, because there was always a leader, took a step closer to Holly, towering over her so menacingly that she was briefly reminded of the tarot card 'The Tower'. An ill omen. He bared his teeth at her, somehow still maintaining that irritating Pureblood poise. He paused dramatically, licking his lips thoughtfully, before opening his wide mouth. "You're pathetic Lovelace." He started, his voice caused the crowd to quiet instantly, eagerly awaiting the fight that was no doubt about to happen. Because this was the way it had been for years. Slytherin slip into fractions for a war as old as time and the name of the game was 'blood purity'. Muggleborns alike Holly were an anomaly in Slytherin house. It was predominately a house occupied by the most ancient and noble pureblood wannabes. Inbred and demented, in Holly's opinion. The hierarchy of the house favoured those of pureblood, which put Holly at the bottom of the pecking order. See, Slytherin house worked like a pride of lions. There were the alpha male pureblood lions at the top who huffed and showed off to keep their place as the highest in the hierarchy. They paraded around with all the girls in the house hanging off their arms like trophies and did everything to keep their place as king of the castle. Once in a while, a girl like Holly comes around who challenges the natural order of things and power struggle occurs. A power struggle Holly has been participating in for years. "The Hat must really be losing its marbles these days if its stupid enough to put you in Slytherin. Looks like it confused a worm for a snake." The boy continued, his crowd egging him on loudly. Holly quietly sighed to herself. You'd think after seven years of trying to usurp her, they would have come up with better insults by now. To the point where things were beginning to sound scripted and dry. Still, who was Holly to let such an opportunity to practice some good old wits against wits pass her by? She certainly wasn't known for keeping her mouth shut, that was for sure. "Now now boys, don't go confusing your dicks with worms again. Not in polite company. Don't want to ruin your already slim chances of getting laid. Merlin knows, your mouth would be put to better use that way; despite all the filth spewing from it." Holly drawled, purposefully stepping into their space, ignoring the rising tension in the air. "You filthy mudblood! Salazar Slytherin is rolling in his grave, mark my words. The Sorting Hat has lost its touch, next it's going to start putting purebloods in Hufflepuff." The boy snapped back, spit flying from his lips. Holly smirked, now she had him on the ropes. All she had to do was spit out a few more well placed insults then she could disappear back into the common room for some peace and quiet. At the prospect of a break, Holly opened her mouth to continue the argument when she was interrupted by a voice. She, along with all the other Slytherin whipped their heads around to stare in astonishment at professor Everette who appeared out of the shadows like a specter. As he went into (what Holly called) Hot-Teacher-Lecture-Mode, she couldn't help but smirk over at him, her eyes unashamedly looking him up and down. She found herself recalling the first time she had laid eyes on the professor. She had been in fifth year and the Welcoming Feast was grand as ever. She had been too busy catching up with her friends after a long summer to notice the new professor. So it came as a surprise to her the next day when she walked into the DADA room to be met with a new face. Holy Morgana, Holly had forgotten her name the moment she laid eyes on his face. Like the silly teenage girl she was, she sat at the back of the classroom making googly eyes at her professor like just about every other girl in the room. Since then, the attraction had never faded. Snapping out of her thoughts abruptly, Holly watched triumphantly as the Slytherins slithered away towards the common room. She purposefully met the eyes of the boy who called her mudblood and winked at him. He flushed red with anger and stomped away with the others. Now it was just Holly and Professor Everette. She turned on her heels slowly, stepping away from the wall as she did, to face the professor. She wanted to thank him, make a joke with him, or something but instead she found herself gaping like fish out of water. Holly Lovelace, the fast witted witch, was speechless. Her breathe caught in her throat as he muttered 'mudblood' under his breath, obviously thinking hard. Holly scuffed her shoe against the stone floor as silence descended around them. "They won't try something like that again, any time soon." Holly blurted out. Not quite a thank you. But what self respecting Slytherin acknowledged help? "At least, not here. Not even they are that stupid." She looked at the Professor pointedly, letting him know that despite his intervention, this changed nothing. She was sure she would be jumped again by tomorrow. Actually, she would be lucky if she made it through the night without being disturbed. Holly could only feel resignation. Shaking her head in bemusement at her housemates (really, when would they learn?) she looked up at the professor through her eyelashes. "Fine evening, Professor Everette." She greeted him, trying to keep her voice even and casual. "Nice night for a gang up against a mudblood, so it seems." She smiled at him humorlessly. |
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Post by ENZO EVERETT on May 24, 2016 20:37:43 GMT -5
THERE'S A DRUMMING NOISE INSIDE MY HEAD THAT STARTS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND.- HOLLY LOVELACE - Really, it had seemed like she had it handled when he walked in to basically interrupt the confrontation, but at the same time he felt like she wasn't going to complain. Who didn't enjoy watching their professor be just as sassy to a bunch of petty bullies? Plus he, as a professor, could actually punish them which would later go on their record and affect hopefully their post-graduation lives... Wishful thinking, probably. That was the bad thing about it - the wizarding world could be soooo understanding of people that had acted like assholes in their school careers, as long as they were purebloods. Typical pureblood privilege. He suppressed the urge to snap something after them as they left, something about being a load of spoiled brats, but again he was prevented by the knowledge that he had to be quite professional about the way he insulted them, if he really wanted to. Despite the idiots everywhere, he really did like his job. It gave him moments of triumph like these, and moments where he could look at the underdog and see himself, and feel like he wasn't entirely useless in a world ruled by blood. He sort of wanted to fight the system in his own subtle way. As he faced Holly though, her fire he'd seen earlier in such an intensity, had suddenly died down, as if she were sheepish and embarrassed now to be standing in front of him like this. He couldn't really blame her; he'd been told before he could be intimidating, in both appearance and mannerisms. You look so stern sometimes and frankly, you're so unfairly attractive it tends to bring people up short, he'd had a woman complain to him once, a past fling. He still found it a little funny, and he was sort of smug about it. She finally said something and he nodded slowly, frowning a little. " I'm well aware," he said after a moment. " People like them, they tend to just change locations rather than change their ways." They wouldn't be stupid enough to try it again out in the open, like she'd said, but they'd probably try and catch her in an empty classroom, or in more secluded areas like the clock tower. It really was a fine night though. Well, from what he could tell earlier when he'd been near windows and stuff. More like a fine sight, he thought appreciatively, watching the way the firelight from the torch nearby danced on Holly's skin, creating enticing patterns. She really was really pretty, and far more mature than many other seventh years he taught, and at her humorless words that he related to in an aching, nostalgic sort of way, he suddenly said something really uncharacteristic of him. " Same thing happened to me," he said abruptly, and was surprised even at himself. He cleared his throat and shrugged, trying not to make a big deal of it. He was too proud to admit that it had wounded him more than he put on, but also he'd never made it a secret that he was a mudblood, not anymore. He didn't deny it, but he didn't proclaim it either. " Different people, obviously, and eight years ago, but still. Idiots never change. They were the same type that would confuse their dicks with worms too." He smiled wryly, still amused at her snark before he'd walked in. He eyed the common room door for a moment. " Mmm, I just realized it would probably be a bad idea to send you back to the common room now. My bad. I should've given them detention instead." He smirked.
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Post by HOLLY LOVELACE on May 24, 2016 21:31:13 GMT -5
ICE COLD I FREEZE UP WHEN I SEE YOU Holly squirmed under the Professor's scrutiny, feeling like an insect under a microscope. She suddenly became very self-conscious. Was her hair okay, or was it frizzy like usually was after a long day of classes? Were her clothes wrinkled at all anywhere? Oh Merlin, don't tell her she had something in her teeth? No, surely the other Slytherins would have exploited that by now if she had. Or were they letting her suffer? Thankfully, Professor Everette interrupted her train of thought before she went into a full on melt down. Shaking her head ruefully, she gave the professor a sad smile. "I won't make it easy for them, that's for sure." She told him resolutely. Already her mind was spinning up ideas how to avoid her fellow Slytherins. First things first, she needed a new place to sleep tonight. Or, she could just pull another all-nighter at the library. She was Head Girl. She could do what she wants. There was always the option of spending the night in the kitchens. The House Elves were always very kind and accommodating. They wouldn't bat an eye if she spent the night. Holly glanced down at her bag that she had taken off in case of a fight. It was still filled to the brim with textbooks and notes. More than enough study material to last her the night. The library it was then. Holly bent down and fiddled with the straps of her bag for a moment, giving herself some time to remember how to breath correctly. She threw her bag over one shoulder and straightened up with a huff, just in time to catch the professor looking at her oddly. She raised coy eyebrow, running a hand through her hair self consciously. She opened her mouth to make another snide comment about the Pureblood when Professor Everette suddenly spoke up. Holly looked up at him with wide eyes. "Y-you?" She gulped loudly, feeling a lump in her throat. She hadn't honestly thought... But of course it would make sense. The student population knew Everette was a muggleborn. It wasn't outlandish to think he was 'bullied' (Holly hated using that word. It sounded so childish and underwhelming for the situation at hand) by Slytherins in his time at Hogwarts as well. For some reason it just had never occurred to her. Strong, handsome, able Professor Everette never seemed like to type who could be pushed around by anyone. And the fact that he admitted it to her... it just blew Holly away. She was abruptly aware of the way her heart was pounding loudly in her chest and her hot cheeks. Everette put a lot of trust in Holly by admitting this. It made her feel warm and fuzzy and oddly close to him in some way like she hadn't been before. "Its nice to know some thing never change." Holly said, still stunned by his confession. Honestly it was a little humbling to know that she wasn't alone. Perhaps she was being selfish when she always thought of it as a "me against the world" situation. "I bet if they see a buggart it would just turn into a mirror." Holly joked, trying to brush off her revelation. Holly promptly went red in the face when the professor actually smirked at her. It was like a dream come true. Truth be told, Holly had had several dreams starring Professor Everette, not that he was ever going to find that out. Her mind swiftly filled in the blanks in the professor's statement. There was no way he was suggesting...? Oh but she just could not let an opportunity like this pass. "Why professor!" Holly said in a sing-song voice, returning his smirk. "I do believe you're right. How ever will we rectify this situation?" She continued, taking a bold step closer to the professor, pointedly ignoring her racing heart and slightly sweaty palms. "Any ideas, Professor Everette? I'm sure someone of your brilliance could come up with a solution?" |
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Post by ENZO EVERETT on May 24, 2016 22:35:46 GMT -5
THERE'S A DRUMMING NOISE INSIDE MY HEAD THAT STARTS WHEN YOU'RE AROUND.- HOLLY LOVELACE - Her eyes immediately grew wide at apparently just the concept of him being bullied in school, and he couldn't help but feel a little sheepish about it. Sometimes he was in such a mood that he couldn't even bear to think about the years he'd been dragged through the dirt for his blood status; other times he was proud to speak of it, because it had made him who he was now. Still other times though, he knew it was just... odd. He'd grown up into such a confident, self-assured person - which clearly showed if it shocked Holly to hear his confession - that it was probably hard for anyone to believe anyone had given him shit. " Yeah well, I used to be skinnier," he said, faintly amused. " I was really a lanky kid. It was probably a little easier to pick on me back then, I looked like a nerd. Seriously, I'd regret it if anyone found my old school pictures. I might have to root through the records and you know, burn them." He used to be much too tall, and embarrassingly clumsy because of it. " I looked like easy prey, but then they found out I wasn't because I had a sharp tongue. They don't like kids who talk back." He shrugged, and his eyes scorched up and down the length of her body, taking her in again, as if looking for signs she'd thought the same things he had, and been conflicted with her identity because of it. " Something tells me you did the same." " I bet if they see a boggart it would just turn into a mirror." Enzo grinned, biting his lip to hold back a laugh. " That's like, a really existential concept, isn't it? That bullies only bully because they're massively insecure and see all the flaws in themselves and want to deny them, and do that by picking on those that have a better grasp on their flaws? Yeah, some deep shit like that." He chuckled, finding himself oddly comfortable in her presence, as if the revelation of her being more like him than he'd thought had immediately changed things. But this was totally normal for a student and teacher, right? Totally appropriate. He could relate, and so could she, and that was all there was. He'd just have to stop focusing on how attractive she was, and then maybe that would be a bit more true. Rolling his eyes as Holly stepped closer, Enzo eyed her and her playfulness, deciding to play along. " This is such a hard one! It is, after all, completely my fault I didn't toss them in detention for the remainder of the night so obviously it should be my responsibility to find a place for you to sit nice and pretty where they can't bother you." He didn't bother to be more professional because god, it was nighttime, no one was around to see him lowkey flirting, and certainly nothing would come of it. He could play, he just couldn't touch. " Oh wait!" he went on suddenly, as if he'd suddenly remembered something relevant. " My office just so happens to have really comfortable chairs, not to mention an even more comfortable couch that just so happens to be the perfect size to sleep on. If you need a place to stay for the night, that is." He reflected her smirk. " But if you don't, I understand, really. Up to you." And he turned and started walking in the opposite direction, out from the dungeons on the general way toward the DADA classroom and his office that led up to it, probably listening a little too hard for the sound of Holly's footsteps.
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