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Post by Scotty Kovac on Mar 5, 2009 14:01:29 GMT 1
The walk to Hogsmeade was not one Scott Kovac had been looking forward to. All around the boy was the beauty of a winter’s evening. The gold of the sunset peered through the cloudy sky and made the snow glitter but he gave it no heed. Head down, he just wanted to get this trip over and done with as soon as possible. It had been weeks since Scott had last set foot outside the castle and on that night someone had died. If it wasn’t for Christmas and his siblings and relatives expecting presents, the Gryffindor would still be moping in the common room, staring at the fireplace.
For a moment he glanced up and caught sight of the Shrieking Shack. Even after all those weeks it hurt to see the seemingly harmless rickety house. The last place Vivian Jones had seen alive and it was all his fault. Scotty blamed himself for her death. He had been the one to suggest the dare; he had been the one who had goaded her into it. And it was all because he had been too much of a coward to ask her out like a normal person.
Bitterly he kicked at the snow on the ground, almost causing himself to fall over on the slippery ground. He should just turn back, this place was too painful. The memories it held stung as much as the cold breeze on his face. But if Scott turned back he’d have to deal with his brothers’ and sisters’ disappointed faces. It was a tradition, a very expensive tradition, for everyone to get everyone else something.
Conflicted, the boy hung on the edge of the village furthest away from the Shrieking Shack and the Hog’s Head. He tried not to but all he could think about was Viv choking on her own blood and having it all over his hands both literally and figuratively. He’d known he couldn’t stay away from Hogsmeade forever but he’d tried his best to avoid the inevitable. Now it was time to face it and, as much as he didn’t want to, Scott forced himself to walk to the village square breathing hard and near tears. It hurt to know that Vivian would never see the quaint village ever again. She was probably buried somewhere in Russia and her memory was cursed to haunt Scott forever.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Mar 6, 2009 3:13:35 GMT 1
Vivian had taken much the same course of action as Scotty for the past few days. Find a safe place, in this case the Hogs Head, shack up in it, and don’t come out. It had only been the day before yesterday she had even started coming down from her room let alone outdoors; the thought she might attack someone else was never far from her mind. It had taken much coaxing from Ed and Lenora to even get Vivian thinking about going outside today, and Ed had gone and abused his ‘friend’ status by landing her with a grocery list. She knew what he was up to, he was trying to force her back on the horse whether she wanted to or not but despite her attempts to tell him to shove it and get his own damn lettuce, the stupid puppy dog look won out in the end. Besides, Ed reassured, Lenora was going with her, how bad could it be?
The answer? Bad.
Very, very [/b] bad. The walk to the grocery store was pretty easy. Vivian had her pocket shoved with entirely too many blood flavoured lollies as a precaution and it had actually been a lot easier to ignore the heartbeats of passersby than it even had been before. Lenora was hardly brilliant conversation, but she was comforting none the less and Vivian learned she could amuse herself by asking the meanings of half the words that spilled out of the older vampire’s mouth in an attempt to expand her own poor vocabulary. Were some of them when used anymore? Vivian suspected she was the only one that could get away with such rampant questioning. The sign of the small shop became visible through the darkness and Vivian was halfway through pointing it out needlessly when she spotted him. Scotty Kovac. Immediately her brain seemed to go into automatic shutdown. Vivian froze solid like she’d just gotten on the wrong end of Petrificus Totalus. Her eyes widened in surprise and the lollypop rolled in an almost comedic fashion out of her open mouth and into the snow. The action of it falling seemed to snap her back out of it again. Oh no. Oh no.Familiar surges of guilt starting bursting back out of her stomach again. Scotty. The boy she wanted to run to but and avoid most. Vivian couldn’t even think hide or get out of the way, it was too late for that. The inevitable confrontation was here now that she saw Scotty’s eyes swing around and land right on her. She wasn’t ready for this. Not any time between now and the year 3096.[/blockquote]
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Mar 6, 2009 4:00:47 GMT 1
For awhile Scott stared at the small gift shop in front of him as if unsure of what to do next. All around him the evening was becoming increasingly colder but still he didn’t move. He didn’t know what to buy; well the truth was his mind was nowhere near thinking about gifts. It was on Vivian. The boy found himself wondering whether he should get her something and go pay his respects. It wasn’t like Croatia was that far away from Russia, only a few thousand kilometres so he’d be in the area.
Shivering profusely Scott pulled his scarf on tighter around his neck and decided to abandon the gifts in favour of a hot chocolate. Maybe that would make him feel better? Not likely. With a forlorn look on his face, Scott turned slowly and looked down the street. It was practically empty, only a handful of other students were scattered around the place, all of whom he didn’t know. Say for one.
Holy shit.
His eyes brushed over her face and he was convinced he was dreaming. Maybe he’d lost his blankets and that was why he was cold? There was no way that the girl he was looking at was Vivian Jones. She was dead, gone and he’d been there when it had happened. No way in hell could she have survived those injuries, even he knew that. “Viv?” Scott whispered in disbelief. If this was a dream it was a haunting dream indeed, designed to make him feel even guiltier that he already did. He rubbed his eyes and gave himself a small pinch, he was awake and she was there.
“Vivian, is, is that you?” he asked tentatively and approached slowly, his heart racing and hands shaking. For a moment he ignored the incredibly short blonde woman as he strained to get a look at the girl who hid behind her. He couldn’t believe that it could be Vivian; he was probably experiencing Post Traumatic Stress or something. All this was a flashback and now he was probably terrorising some random strangers.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Mar 6, 2009 4:47:54 GMT 1
The fish out of water metaphor was one that was thrown around a lot, but, really, Vivian felt like the reason it existed. All she seemed to be capable of doing was standing there while her jaw flapped uselessly. Words were flying through her head, admittedly half in Russian as she was prone to do when panicky, but she couldn’t decide which ones to spit out and they kept changing way too quickly for her to get any sort of hold on them.
The way Scotty was looking at her was heartbreaking, like he didn’t think she was actually there. That was her fault, entirely. If she had of just had to guts to talk to him in the first place, but now look, she might as well have punched him in the face for all the difference it made.
Oh God. She wasn’t crying was she? It was distinctly un-(ex)Gryffinor and Vivian forced herself to blink a few times to get rid of the welling tears. In this temperature they’d probably just freeze to her face anyway as she didn’t have the body heat to cancel it out.
Thinking was bad. I made her feel worse. What could she do then? Vivian settled for the first semi-logical thing that came to her mind. Ignoring Lenora and leaving the lollipop in the snow, Vivian waited until Scotty was a bit nearer then closed the gap in all about two seconds with a speed she no longer recognised as not being normal. In a flash she’d draped her arms around his shoulders and was giving him the biggest hug of her life. Drat, the tears were back. ”Scotty! I... I...” Gah! Words out of mouth now please! ”I’m SORRY!”
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Mar 6, 2009 5:43:04 GMT 1
Oh no, if Viv was going to cry that would probably set off Scott and then he’d be stuck with frozen tears on his face and looking like an emotional tosser. He watched the emotion cross her face and was starting to look like he’d be following the same path. The boy began to tremble more violently and it wasn’t because of the cold. Every inch of him wanted to run to her and hold her but he was afraid if he did that she might disappear. If this was a dream, so far it had been incredibly cruel but Scott didn’t want it to end.
His disbelief was only broken when Viv flung herself into him, knocking the wind out of him. The speed at which she moved was phenomenal but Scotty was too busy worrying about the girl in his arms to take any more notice. He was speechless, for a while all could do was hug back trying to think of what to say. What did you say to a girl you thought was dead?
“Hey, what do you have to be sorry for?” he wheezed eventually, breaking the hug to give her a weak smile. Alongside the unbelievable happiness there was still that guilt weighing down in the pit of his stomach. “If anything it was my fault,” he mumbled, looking at the ground. Finally convinced this was real there were so many questions he wanted to ask her. Why was she no longer at school? What had attacked her? And most of all, how was she standing in front of him now?
“God I have so many questions but they can wait. I’m so happy to see you,” Scott laughed shakily, sniffing and wiping his face with a gloved hand. He was quite visibly restraining himself from pulling Vivian back into another hug but soon decided to Hell with it. Again he put his arms around her and again was unable to think of what to do next.
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Lenora
Retired Character
Vampire
I DUNT BITE KIDZ
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Post by Lenora on Mar 18, 2009 13:19:39 GMT 1
Lenora stood back, allowing Vivian to run over and see her friend. Allowing that she didn’t decided he’d make a good meal, but the girl had stuffed her pockets full of those blood flavoured lollies she had taken a liking too, and Lenora would rather she ate them than other children.
Since the incident in the forest with Dacian, Lenora had been keeping a close eye on the child. Hanging around the Hog’s Head entertaining herself with the idea that Mr Johns could be a rather tasty snack, but being the owner of a public house would mean he would be missed. That and Dacian had warned her about making it known that she was of the vampiric persuasion around him. Unlike the younger male, Lenora had better manners than him.
She watched over Vivian like she would have one of her own children. Conersations with the girl were difficult, as she didn’t understand half the things that Lenora said, and Vivian’s accent made it difficult to understand her some of the time as well.
Watching the pair of children talk to each other, she busied herself with the dog, who’s lead she had in her hand. Edward’s dog. Who needed a walk, so she had offered to take him whilst her and Vivian did the grocery shopping. Crouching down, one eye on Vivian, she gently petted the puppy. Rubbing behind it’s ears.
She had never been one to talk gobbledegook, but the puppy brought it out of her. The puppy put is paws up on her knees as she crouched before it, so she picked it up and held him under her arm and continued to fuss, watching over Vivian and her old school friend. She wouldn’t interrupt until I was absolutely necessary.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Mar 21, 2009 7:12:21 GMT 1
Questions. Oh God, an interrogation. It wasn’t something Vivian was going to be looking forward to but really, she owed Scotty that much. She’d let him think she was dead and that it had been his fault, for God’s sake. Whatever cruelty Scotty could dish out was absolutely, thoroughly deserved.
She lost track of how long she was clinging onto him, but eventually her brain got the message that it was time to pull away and Vivian did so resentfully. Still, she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop lightly squeezing hand, and it was actually a feat more difficult than it sounded to avoid clining on tightly enough to break his hand. Oh, if only she wasn’t so weepy. Red eyes didn’t exactly flatter anyone vampirism notwithstanding.
Oh yes. The vampirism. Vivian felt her stomach continue to sink further down than she ever thought possible. Exactly how did you tell someone you cared about you weren’t human any more? Ed was different, she'd never even known him before the incident. But Scotty... A rejection was more than she would be able to take and Vivian was not by any means of the word a good liar. If he asked for answers she wouldn't know what to say. Hopefully he just wouldn’t ask, but it was an impossible thing to pray for.
”Do you vant to come vith us?” Vivian found herself almost choking. It was the first thing that came to mind. She wanted to stay with Scotty but she couldn’t forget her task, leave Lenora, or even trust herself to stay near him alone. Especially not after what happened to Casey. ”I... I mean... if you’re not busy or anysing. I’m sorry,” she squeaked.
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Mar 23, 2009 12:19:30 GMT 1
Awkwardly Scotty shifted himself as the two of them finally let each other go. He was breathless and positively beaming with happiness. He couldn’t have believed his day would get any better, that was until he felt Viv squeeze his hand. It was a little hard but he wasn’t about to complain about it, contact was contact. Gently Scott squeezed back, giving her another huge smile.
There was no way in Hell the boy wanted this moment to end. For weeks he’d been convinced Vivian was dead because of him and now here she was in front of him. He’d finally accepted the fact that this encounter was no dream; it was as real as real could get. It was a fact the boy was silently and not-so-subtly revelling in but there was still a few things that were niggling at him. The same question kept repeating itself rather annoyingly over and over in his mind.
How had Viv possibly survived the injuries she’d sustained?
Scott attempted to shrug it off, how did it matter? Viv was alive and well, that was the important thing. But still the medical side of him refused to stay quiet. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, Scott checked himself. Talking about that night and the recovery afterwards might be too painful and she was already pretty much in tears.
When Viv asked him if he wanted to join her and the strange woman Scott’s heart skipped a beat. As if she’d had to bother asking. “Definitely, there’s no way I wouldn’t come with you,” he answered cheerily, nodding his head fervently. The present buying could wait, the girl in front of him was more important than buying an enchanted tea set his mother would never use and some singing pair of socks, the left one of which would mysteriously disappear in the washing machine.
“No I’m not busy at all, no need to apologize,” he laughed softly, squeezing her hand again, “all I was doing was gather up useless Christmas presents for my family. What are you doing out and about on this cold evening?” Through his gloved hand he could feel how cold Viv was and frowned at her lack of gloves, there was her Christmas present sorted.
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Mar 24, 2009 8:20:49 GMT 1
Perfect! Vivian couldn’t really ask for another response and she had to resist the impulse to jump on Scotty with another hug. The poor kid could only be squashed so many times in one day, surely. All in all he seemed to be taking it rather well, or perhaps he was just in shock.
”Oh, I vos grocery shopping for Ed in zhe Hogs Head,” she admitted, rather embarrassed that it wasn’t anything more interesting than that. It was a rather routine sort of chore, and now she felt guilty for distracting Scotty from his Christmas shopping for something so tedious. ”Ve can get somsing for your family too vhile ve’re zhere,” Vivian added hurriedly.
Ah! Presents, that’s right! ”Oh, and I can get you somesing too!” Vivian cried suddenly. Nothing like a big, expensive gift to say ‘Sorry for letting you think I’d bitten the dust’. She’d gotten enough from Ed by keeping the bar tidy and doing other routine chores like housekeeping and laundry to buy something decent, although even buying a top-class racing broom would do little to appease her guilt. If Scotty had ended up in therapy because of her she wouldn’t be surprised. ”Come on!”
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Post by Scotty Kovac on Mar 25, 2009 9:35:07 GMT 1
The Hog’s Head, Ed? Huh?
For a moment Scott stood beside Viv, a puzzled expression darkening his face a little. Why was she at the Hog’s Head with Edward Jones or whatever his name was and not with her family? After almost being killed Scott was pretty sure the first place he’d be as soon as he could be was with his family. Maybe she wasn’t close with her family; after all it wasn't all that uncommon? It was something the boy couldn’t understand but it was none of his business. He felt a little embarrassed when he found himself wanting it to be his business and, if it turned out she wasn’t close to her family, wanting to invite her to Croatia with him.
His pale cheeks flushed red and Scott smiled weakly at Vivian. He was getting ahead of himself; he still didn’t even know whether she liked him back. Before he’d gotten the chance to ask her out he’d gotten her attacked. It was a fact he still felt incredibly guilty about but, instead of repeating how sorry he was over and over again, he settled himself at her side as they started walking. “Grocery shopping huh? Sounds like fun, lets go” he laughed and started towards the shops eagerly, not noticing he still had hold of one of her hands.
“You don’t have to get me anything, having you here and well is enough,” oh God had he really just said that? Mentally he slapped his palm against his face. The smile on his face was quickly replaced with a deep blush and an awkward smirk. He turned his head away, pretending to be interested in something in one of the shop windows. It was official, he was a sappy idiot. Thank God James wasn’t here to see him; he’d never hear the end of it. But it was for Viv so maybe he didn’t care what James thought.
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