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The days are quickly becoming more and more unbearable. I fear I'm going to have to cut some stress out of my life fairly soon.
[Private: Unlockable to none] Or I could just cut up Avery. That would be nice.[/Private]
[Private: Unlockable to none] Or I could just cut up Avery. That would be nice.[/Private]
Except when icky Dirty Bloods invade it. Eww. They're not fit to breath the same air as us, Vance, why can't you see that?
Argh! No I'm not speaking to you!
So.
We are going to pretend, for the rest of the course of this crossed out discussion to which only I am privy to, as it's fairly one sided on your parts that I am just obsessive compulsive. That's right. I'm responding to your journal due to a disorder in my head. I can't help it. I can't help you... I can't help a lot of things. Especially.
No I can't write that.
Maybe I can. But I won't. But I will gleefully say this-nya, nya, nya you don't know what I'm saying!
I could be saying anything! Anything! And you wouldn't be the wiser! You aren't the wiser, because you're going out with a bloody wanking prat of a Gryffindor! Why Vance, WHY?!?!
...I feel a bit better now.
Oh it's good to be immature. Especially when there are no immediate repercussions.
Why you might ask if you could decipher the scribbles? (Which I happily admit to this page that you indeed cannot)
Because you can't read it! I won't be beaten up with a book or a pillow or your fist! I shall remain Avery the Un-bruised.
Or maybe Avery the Lonely. No Avery the Alone is better alliteration, but it makes less sense grammatically. Ha! I can write boring and trivial things because you can't read this!
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Have you broken up with him yet? Can I start speaking to you again yet?...
Damn.
Vance you have to stop this foolishness immediately.
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Yay!!!!
My life is complete! I am the most infuriating person you know! And have ever met! I'd do a jig but Lestrange will look at me funny. I'm afraid that in his fowl broken-arm-mood he will decide to experiment with alternative healing and box my ears to see if it will make me any better... or at least if it will make me stop smiling like a bloody git. I'm not smiling though! I'm not!
I cannot control the corners of my lips, nooo must turn it into a frown, a scowl! I am angry with you, this needs to become my mantra!
Angry Avery, Angry Alistaire Avery, Angery Alistaire Amory Avery... Merlin I hate my parents. They must've been drunk when they named me.
...But I still say that I need a medal made in my honor! With your signature on the back, of course.
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If only I were on speaking terms with you.
Why can't you tell me good things like this when we're speaking to one another Vance-pants?! What good is it telling me now when (due to the principal of it all and my semi-crushed ego) we're not talking?!
You say I'm infuriating but I don't think you know how you drive me just as crazy.
For example: you're going out with a Half-Blood. Lupin. Remus bloody Lupin. Yes I've decreed from here until the end of time that that will be his new middle name. RBL. Oh no! It's 'rebel' without the vowels!! No wonder you're attracted to him!!!
No being a rebel-star-Prefect Vance, you have to stop RIGHT now!
... Dammit Emmeline...
Ahhhh this isn't working! I need to charm my hand to make it bloody cross this all out!!
I'm caving, I'm caving, noooooo... Must stand strong, must stand strong! I am a tower, I am a stone, I can withstand time, grr! Wait, 'grr's are Gryffindors, Hissss I mean, hiss!!!! Slytherin pride all the way-which you apparently don't have I might add if you are dating a Lion.
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Have you dumped him yet?
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Fuck it.
It's my pleasure and pride. Give me an award.
Ink spills are my specialty, they should be happy I'm not any closer to the ocean or I'd be blamed for being an environmental hazard.
And for clarification, I’m still not speaking to you. This is called writing. It’s different. I’m not cheating, I didn’t cave…
Yeah. Yeah!! Writing!!! It's different right?! Right?!?
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And writing is speaking, in case you haven't noticed. You always were a bit slow on the uptake.
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Take that!
And that!
And that and that and that!
Seems my hand can't control itself, I'm just spilling ink all over the place.
Never mind that it's on purpose. But I'll blame it on my new nefariously evil and secret twin who inhabits the Astronomy Tower again. He's insane, you know. He has a twitch in his left hand that causes him to scribble all over my page. Like this! Like now! Ha ha!
Not that I have a twitch. I'm just being obnoxious because you are asking for it, Missy. Ask and I will deliver.
And excuse me Vance but I just preformed a good deed, I daresay I am next in line for Order of Merlin First class! You should be overjoyed that you are even getting my written ones and bemoan the fact that you cannot hear my voice, which as we discussed, is pleasant to listen too when in comparison to a whole-swallowing-woman-eating-Siren. Yes we did agree upon this. Or rather I will talk you into it. But I don't think you've seen enough ink spills yet in this entry and I am not about to let you off so easily. Mwaha! Annoyance is my game, ooh alliteration strikes again! Annoying Avery. Well I'm not too sure I like that. I am still charming, even though the word wasn't good enough to begin with the letter 'A'. Guess we all can't be that special.
I think the only thing that could make this better is if I were perking your curiosity. If you really knew what I was writing I think I'd be in for a browbeating.
And yes I'd like a gold star in my Journal thank you. Or in my books. And you still owe me a Hippogryff. Wrestle it. Now! Now, now, now, now, where's your hustle, lady?
And I believe the only people whose sanity is questionable is yours and Black's but that's another ball park. You don't see me dating... ugh.
I'm scowling again! Look at what you did to me! Shame on you Vance, you bad, bad girl! This is why you're not allowed to date Half-Bloods! You're going to give me premature wrinkles and never mind your wrinkles, let's worry about my face here for a moment!
And writing... isn't speaking. One word starts with an 's' and the other a 'w'. I'd also like to point out that the word 'speaking' is one letter longer. They're altogether different ignoring the fact that they both, in our context, end with 'ing'.
[Private: Unlockable by Emmeline Vance]
Come now Memmyline I thought we were smarter than that. Oh wait, you're going out with a Dirty-Blood, silly me, how could I forget?[/Private]
And I do believe I never clarified. Or rather I implied I would not be verbally speaking to you. It doesn't mean I should rob myself the pleasure of harassing your journals. I shall continue to do so. Nya, nya, nya! And I would be thanking my lucky stars that one of us in this House is still willing to talk somewhat civilly to you. But because I am just that benevolent I will say this: You did this to yourself. And you’d better fix it.
Until then... I will not be speaking to you verbally...and maybe not in writing either. We'll see how gracious I am feeling. And how long it takes you to get beaten with the common-sense stick!
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She did nothing. It's you lot that have the problem. I suggest you get over it.
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And I doubt many would agree that you talking, speaking, or even breathing, counts as a good deed. I think of it more as a crime against humanity. But I do have admit that I am thankful you are merely writing instead of harping at me like usual. And if I recall the conversatio well, it was that I would take the Siren over you any day.
I don't think your behavior this weekend merits you a Hippogryff anymore. I shall have to return it then, and you'll just have be content with your stars. And don't even get me started about the little sows you've been dating since we have parted.
Congratulations. You know how to read. It's good to see that your parents' money has been well worth the past 6 years of education. Now we just have to work on potty training and you're all set for the real world.
[Private: Unlockable by Alistaire Avery] And don't call me Memmyline! Please grow out of your childish fascination with nicknames! You're 16 for Merlin's sake! I bet you're the one with the Puffskein at night. And there is nothing to fix as I don't have a problem with it. So if you do, then you can take care of it all on your own. [/Private]
Your generosity sickens me. Give it to someone else.
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As for you Vance, yes it is contagious. A spreading disease. It'll be the new Black Plague, just wait until your hand starts scribbling out words like mad.
[Private: Unlockable by Emmeline Vance]
And touché, Vance, touché. But there are others who are less worthy of breathing and I believe you know to whom I am referring. It'd do you good to remember.
And I shall settle for the golden stars but one day you will give me a Hippogryff. Either because you will have no friends and will be wrestling it for good sport or perhaps that will just be your next romantic endeavor, as boredom seems to spiral you downwards. It makes me wonder what you got yourself up to over the summer, as it seems you're setting your sights rather low... have you forgotten to be a Slytherin? This is why my brother needs to stop bloody inviting your brother over to my house and instead it ought to have been the other way around. Then I could've pestered you better and perhaps prevented this ridiculousness. I think I shall have to give him a stern talking to and have him ask for some hospitality in return.[/Private]
Potty-Trained? I'm quite nicely potty-trained thank you, and if I were you, Queen of the Blankets, I wouldn't be pointing fingers at childishness. Found your pacifier under the pillow yet? Cuddling your Veela doll in the dark of the night? And for the record I never had a cuddle-toy. In my house, boys are men and have done without. I did have a candle lit though until I was eight... but you nor anyone else needs to know this.
And maybe I will Vance, maybe I will give it to someone else. I think I've wasted enough words on you.
AHH!!! Why are you so infuriating?!!?! Just dump him and come back to us, it's really that simple! Instead you harp at me!
A good banter and a good spar with words is always fun Vance but your ridiculousness has got to come to an end.
I still can't speak to you.
Or bother you in class.
And Merlin almighty is History of Magic boring without my being able to steal your school supplies and doodle on your notes.
Instead you are forcing me to become a tortured artist with poorly conceived stick-figure creatures that illustrate the many things I'd like to do to your newest pet. I really need to find better ways to waste my time. And luckily they are so abstract that no one can even figure out what they represent. I can't even and I ruddy drew them!
If this doesn't work I am going to have to go back on my word and just start silently prodding you until you dump that wanker. And it's not nice torturing me like that, you do know how I love to speak. Or at least ramble. It's what I do best. And look at all these fine ramblings you are not privy to! Feel slighted! Feel ignored!
I should never have 'written'. That's it, scribbles for you!
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[Private: Unlockable by Alistaire Avery]
The only one who isn't worth a breath of air is you, Avery. You're the only worthless being I've seen so far. Need I remind you that I have no friends, or rather, the ones I had assumed so have abandoned me utterly and have left me to fend for myself. Those are the Slytherin loyalties for you. Blame it on an entire summer being cooped up in the manor. I could care less at this point. Think what you will. It's all been done. [/Private]
So the Eyebrow King is poking fingers at my childishness? Who stole my book? And nipped at my fingers? And demanded that we gossip like giggling Hufflepuffs? Oh no, the childish one is you. Who else but someone with the mentality of the a five year old fill my journal with ink stains and crossed out words because too much of a coward to tell me off properly. Can do it once but can't do it again? Pathetic.
Men may be men in your house, but you are nothing more than a boy.
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... On paper that sounds a lot more dirty than it did in my head... I guess as long as you don't-gahh no!!! Will NOT be going there!!
And think of it as parchment well wasted.
[Private: Unlocakable by Emmeline Vance]
I think I will blame this insanity all on a summer of you being cooped up in the manor. It wouldn't kill you to accompany your brother when he comes over you know. Maybe just your pride. And what happened to the Vance hospitality, hmm? My little brother didn't get as many invitations over this summer. which means I couldn't tag along as chaperone lest you molest him, you man-eater you... Though I guess in my brother's case that would be boy eater. And that would be really wrong. I'm glad you haven't touched him. Scratch that, if you did I would kill him. I'd better go and knock him about a bit and make sure he doesn't have some silly crush or fixation on his best friend's older sister.[/Private]
Eyebrow King? If I'm the Eyebrow King then you are Princess Pouty Pants! And I'll have you know, that very acclaimed to fame eyebrow is arching as we speak write!!
I plead guilty to all those charges. But I'll also point out that you didn't protest not more than usual anyway. And I was not the one who came down looking like a 5 year old trussed up in a blanket like a baby. And you'd do well to remember who had whose face buried into whose shirt. And if you want to talk about cowardice, let's talk about how long it took me to get said information out of you. Afraid to tell me why? Why don't we discuss why?
And you would like me to tell you off more, would you? Recognizing that there are words that need to be said and heard? About time. And by all means we can arrange for that to be done because Merlin do I know how it has to be said. But not here.
And I think you are also looking to the wrong House if you want Bravery; you'd do well to remember their shortcomings as well, wouldn't want you getting too moon-eyed your newest pet. How long will this one last, Vance?
And if I'm nothing more than a boy you are nothing more than a little girl. A little girl whose afraid and alone and has no where to run. That's right. You don't like what you have to hear? Why's that? Think about it. You know why you don't like to hear it. You don't like to hear it because it's the truth. You know it, I know it, Lestrange knows it, every Black in the building knows it. You're playing with a dirty toy this time Vance, it's not just any other guy. Why do you think you're embarrassed? Why are you, the 7th year prefect, becoming scarce in Slytherin? Why are you haunting the Common Room in the wee early morning hours? Why are you resorting to talking to me again? I know it's got to be bad if you're, on your own free will coming to me for company and conversation.
And you wanted bravery? All right, you'll have it Princess Pouty Pants. Consider it done as I've kept this open to every gossiping prying eye in this bloody school, how's that for bravery? I guarantee you I will get shit from every boy you associate with in that bleeding "House of the Brave", if not every other busybody in every OTHER house but I am just telling you what needs to be heard, Emmeline. What everyone is saying behind your back because they are too chicken shit to... no...I do NOT need my own House after my hide probably don't care enough to take the time to tell you, a fellow Housemate, to your face that you are screwing up. Badly. So I'll do it even if you don't want to hear it. I will scream it at you until you listen to me. I will prod you and beat you with feather pillows until you listen to me, grating voice or not, silly ramble-y me or not. Look you made me go and be all serious. You know I hate that.
You know I hate this.
And... while I said a lot of what needs to be said there's still more that needs saying. Believe or not. That is of course, if you're brave enough to hear it.
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I'd like to protest my inclusion in that statement. While it is certainly true that I don't exactly approve of their relationship, it's not for the reasons you and the rest of your lot have, and I'm not about to go ostracising my friend because of it.
And he's not dirty, you piece of potty-mouthed junior Death Eater filth.
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And I believe there is a difference between protesting actions doomed to ruin a person and pouting, good Watchman.
As for you Black... well I can't help it that you share your last name with the rest of them. Get it changed if you do not wish to be included in my gross generalizations.
Now you, Vance... If we really are to get technically I believe we are all 'wasting' the things you listed. The parchment, the ink, the food we eat. Guess that's just what we all are-a bunch of users. I'd be lying if I said not a one of us is more deserving than the rest. Because there are those who deserve it more. Purebloods for example. Half-bloods, mudbloods and those dratted muggles could consume dung for all I care. However whether you believe that I am deserving of it or not is inconsequential as I will be here for a very long time to stay.
You're going to have to brush a bit harder than that, if you want me out of your hair, Vance.
((Apologies if this is double posted... Livejournal hates me with a passion and I am trying to get this out before I run away to class again. Oh the evils. If I did double post I'll be sure to delete it when I get home))
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[Private: Unlocakable by Alistaire Avery]
I can’t just accompany my brother on his little play dates! That’s demeaning and pathetic, and I wouldn’t make a good chaperone. That’s why we send Nathaniel. Of course, then there is that small problem of you hating him, but really, that’s not mine to deal with. And just because my brother decides to go to your house doesn’t necessarily mean that the Vances are without manners. How come you never stopped by, hm? No no, you were doing… whatever it is you do, instead of visiting a poor girl going stir crazy. If anyone is to blame for this, it is you.
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I’m hardly afraid of you. Firstly, I did not look like a 5 year old! Merlin forbid a grown woman like a blanket in this day and age. Why was I reluctant to tell you? Because I knew you’d blow a gasket. Because I knew that you’d be upset. That you couldn’t deal. But still you insists that there is more yelling to do and you won’t say it here, all pretending to be a gentlemen. Yes, you can yell and curse at me at 2 in the morning but here, where everyone is watching, you choose to dance around it once more, hiding behind your scratches and your bravado.
And he might last for a while. It might do you good to remember that I never put up with your crap this long.
You make it sound like people are walking on egg shells around. Oh no Avery, you and everyone else have made it quite clear what you all think of me and what I have done. You are just more verbose than the rest.
[Private: Unlocakable by Alistaire Avery]
And I know the truth. And am I afraid? A bit. I’ve lost six years of camaraderie on a whim, a stupid summer fling sort of whim, isn’t that something to be fearful of? And now I can’t escape it. Even if I tried, even if I came crawling back on my hands and knees begging for forgiveness and mercy, and believe me, I have contemplated trying to return, leaving this all behind like a bad nightmare. You lot wouldn’t ever take me back. That’s truth Alistaire. You know I'm right. I've gone in over my head and I'm drowning. I’m just a lost cause. And you’re just going to have to deal.
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I agree with you. Mind you, it doesn't happen often, but here, I totally and completely agree with you.
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