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Post by Sarah on Nov 4, 2009 14:24:18 GMT -5
Drinking Firewhiskey was not a usual thing for Connor to do. Neither was drinking it because of depression. Angry at himself and wanting to be cut off from everyone else was his excuse, though. Although he didn’t drink too much, it was enough for him too feel tired, even though he was always tired, anyways.
After putting the drink down on the table, he closed his eyes gently and tilted his head backwards against the wall, more to think than to rest. He had been acting like this for a while now- ever since his ‘breakup’ with Francesca- though he didn’t like thinking of it that way. He thought it was best for them, he really did. He caused her too much trouble and this would be the only way to avoid it. And he thought she would understand-, which it didn’t really seem to him and which was why he was so upset. He did it because he loved her too much, but she didn’t take it that way, which was reasonable, Connor defended her, because it probably seemed like he wasn’t interested anymore, even if he explained.
That was not it, though. That had never peeked into his mind, that he wasn’t interested anymore. He was hardly living now, without her. Connor recalled a couple of guys talking back at the castle, right in front of him as if he weren’t there or invisible,
“He just mopes around now,”
“Yeah, they were going to get married or something,”
Connor would have laughed at that, it sounding real silly, but now he was never in the mood. Skipping classes more than ever and sleeping in every one of the few he attended. He didn’t play Quidditch with Jordan anymore- let alone have a decent conversation with him or anyone, really. He just wasn’t Connor without Francesca.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 4, 2009 15:04:13 GMT -5
  
Francesca was extremely bored, more bored then when your stuck in your dorm alone, with nothing to do. One of her dorm mates was having sex with some guy in her dorm, and Francesca didn't really want to stay and hear/watch that at all. So, she had decided to curl her hair neatly, managing to find a lasting curl spell in one of her dorm mate's witch beauty tip magazines. And, she had decided to but on some make up, but only really some mascara and lip gloss. As for clothes, she really didn't care about those, so Francesca just put on jeans, a gray hoodie and old black converse that she had random found in the dorm, chances were, the boy that owned these had small feet.
To stay clear of any sex addicted dorms, Francesca decided to head to Hogsmeade. Well, she was pretty sure people would only be drinking there, and keep their sex away from her view.
Finally arriving to the Three Broomsticks, she opened the door quickly, wanting to currently avoid the chilly weather.
Francesca walked in, slipping past people quickly to the counter, not really paying attention to the people.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 4, 2009 15:22:22 GMT -5
Although Connor had no way of knowing that Francesca had entered the small pub, he had opened his eyes at the exact moment and happened to be facing her as she entered and therefore his eyes landed on her. His mouth was slightly open and his throat parched, though he had a strong urge to call her name. He sat there, just looking as if he was gaping at something incredible, wondering what he should do. All at once he felt as if he should just sit there and pretend not to see her or to hurriedly get up and make a run for it as if he couldn’t bear the sight of the girl. Instead, Connor got up- all tiredness and effects of the firewhiskey gone- and walked straight up to her.
It was as if someone or something were controlling him because he had no intentions of doing this. However, the situation was him standing right in front of her, trying to figure out what had just happened. Not knowing what to do, he brought himself to say her name, which he hadn’t since he last talked to her, “Cess,” had come out of his mouth in a low whisper, he was almost glad that she probably couldn’t hear him.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 4, 2009 15:42:46 GMT -5
About to open her mouth to order a drink, some one stepped in front of her. About to protest, Francesca stopped as she realized that they were facing her.
Cocking her head slightly in confusion, she realized who it was. Oh fuck, it was Connor. He looked slightly different, more tired? She didn't know. Oh. She got it. He had been drinking, a lot by the looks of it.
"Uh...I didn't you drank. Fire whiskey has a pretty nasty flavor." Francesca said looking at him awkwardly. Really, this was probably the most awkward situation she had participated in ever.
Moving her eyes to the ground, Francesca had really nothing to say. She hadn't seen, talked or even heard of him in a long time. She knew 'how are you' or 'whats up' would make this even more awkward. Looking back up to him, Francesca started to play with her nails absent mindlessly.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 4, 2009 15:54:15 GMT -5
Before attempting to protest this statement, Connor bit his lower lip gently, looked back over to the table where he was sitting and back to Francesca, and changed his mind. A little ashamed, Connor replied, “No.. well, yeah. Not really,”
Deciding to just tell her in a straight forward manner, Connor sighed and then said, “This is probably one of the few times,” and ended it there, not explaining why. “Yeah, not that great, but you would know? I didn’t know you drank, either,” Connor said, not trying the least to not sound suspicious. He was just glad that he had something to answer her with even though it was completely awkward. He started to think ahead, about what he would do after this. Just saying ‘Well, nice catching up with you, I’ll see you around,’ wouldn’t cut it.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 4, 2009 16:08:38 GMT -5
Francesca nodded slowly and just murmured a,"Oh.".
She had really never known Connor to drink, so this was a slight surprise to her.
"Ohh. It gets to be a bad addiction if you drink too much of it, liking smoking." She said calmly with a shrug. A smirk came upon at the next thing and she raised her eyebrow.
"I wouldn't want to end up like a drunk Noa-..." She cut herself off quickly.
"I was going to order soda or water, not any alcohol or any of that crap." Francesca said, feeling heat rush to her cheek, sporting a large blush from that slip of the tongue.
Biting her tongue lightly, cursing at herself in her head. Personally, she didn't know why she as cursing at her self. Probably plain embarrassment.
"Drinking never results greatly. Very....bad things could happen." Francesca said, biting her cheek now, clearly avoiding eye contact.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 4, 2009 17:00:05 GMT -5
Connor nodded at nothing, really in particular and raised his hand to rub his neck.
He felt like holding her again, so maybe rubbing his neck was just a way to prevent that.
“I know that-“ Connor said, almost saying, ‘I know that, love,’ as he would always call her.
Connor was about to say that he didn’t have anything else to do, but that was pretty lame. “I just… needed to get away from everything,” Connor said, hoping that she wouldn’t inquire on this, though he thought she might.
Connor caught the last bit of her sentence and gave her a quizzical look and asked, “A drunk what?”
“Of course, “Connor replied, without any sarcasm, knowing that she didn’t drink.
“Yeah, bad things,” Connor said almost absentmindedly, while debating whether or not he should ask her to sit down so they could talk. Right away, he knew that she would say no, especially after what he did, or even if she did agree he knew it would most likely end up in a bad situation. They would get to the point of their breakup, one way or another.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 4, 2009 17:26:25 GMT -5
Oh, if Francesca knew she was causing him this much trouble, she would feel absolutely horrible. And that would probably end up her going all self-conscious and feeling guilty.
"Mhm." Francesca hummed, eyes straying to the nearest window. Yawning, Francesca covered her mouth with her hand. "Ohh." She just murmured, nodding slowly, not really picking up on anything, not that she was looking to.
"Um. Well. You know the guy I was in an arranged marriage with?" She asked, looking at him, really hoping he said no. Francesca stepped back as someone slipped through them to get somewhere.
Nodding, nothing that there was no sarcasm.
"Yeah. Usually ends up with some one being pregnant or having a kid." She said, a small smile appearing. Francesca probably would say yes, out of politeness, there was really no reason to be rude.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 4, 2009 17:38:58 GMT -5
Seeing her yawn made Connor feel as if he were boring her- or that she was acting to get away from him, he wouldn’t blame her- he would have left, but didn’t want to and stayed.
Connor, having a bad memory as it is, and it not really working right now for the following reasons- he was talking to Francesca for the first time after they broke up, he was tired, and he had firewhiskey, which he normally doesn’t- replied, “No, not really.” And added, muttering, “Sorry,”
He had always forgotten about the stuff she talked about, but he figured she’d be use to it.
“Mhmm,” Connor mumbled, knowing quite a few people who’ve been in that situation.
Connor had the strongest urge to tell her sorry- but not like how he had just a few seconds ago. He wanted to apologize for the few past months. For causing her so many problems before that, too, but couldn’t find the courage to and was too embarrassed to. What would that fix anyways? Then, the idea of her not being interested anymore or if she was with someone else erupted into his mind. However, for some reason it hadn’t occurred to him before
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Post by Haine on Nov 5, 2009 14:51:27 GMT -5
  YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTNOAHAVERY[/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center] Noah, for once in his life, was not bored. Or hungover. Or in one of the crappiest moods you had ever had the misfortune to see him in. He was actually quite happy. There was no homework to be done, no tests to study for and no detentions to waste time in. The fact that it was a Hogsmaede weekend and it was quiet on the narrow and twisted streets helped his mood too.
He walked into the three broomsticks, greeted instantly by a wave of warm air and the slightly burning stench of firewhiskey and old alcohol - something about the smell just seemed so inviting and familiar (Even though Noah only ever really drank at Slytherin and the occasional pure blood parties. Never a 'pub'). Luckily for him, the place was, for once, not too crowded yet at the same time not practically empty. How to describe it?
It was lively.
That'll do.
Before bothering to order a drink, Noah glanced around the room, looking to see if there was anyone he knew. After all, there was no point in staying here if there was no one to talk to, right? He had never been one for his own company. What was that about anyway? Did they expect him to talk to himself or something? Whatever that 'own company' thing was about, it was still no interest to him.
Eventually Noah noticed Francesca. Perfect. He hadn't actually had a chance to talk to her since their conversation on the enchanted parchment a couple of days ago.
He fought his way over to her, smiling slightly. Noah opened his mouth to say something yet soon found his words replaced by others when he noticed Connor. "Oh God. It's you."
Lovely.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 5, 2009 15:41:50 GMT -5
Francesca chewed on her tongue lightly, she waited.
"Oh, it's okay." She said, nodding once more.
Francesca ran her hand lightly through a curl, a random hiccup popped up from her, making her look to the ground quickly.
"Yup." She murmured, it was still pretty awkward. And she really couldn't think of a new subject, and she clearly wasn't good at quick topic changes.
Stumbling slightly as a large, chubby man bumped into her walking past, Francesca had really no clue what to do next.
God, she would love if some random person just flew in and popped up an interesting subject.
And right then she heard a familiar voice. A voice that she had known for longer then a decade.
Looking to the source of it, a small smile formed. Raising an eyebrow at his words, Francesca looked back to Connor quickly.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 5, 2009 15:56:15 GMT -5
When Connor tried to think, he could actually be considered smart. However, it occurred to him quickly about who she was talking about. Gibbon. Connor recalled some information about him; not realizing before that his first name was Gibbon, because, well, Connor had always called Noah by his surname.
A slight smile came to Connor’s mouth as she hiccupped. This moment was quite so different from their past. Their moments together came to him as if it were only yesterday. First, how they had their project together, then all those times after they got together, him always poking fun at Dmitrius for hitting on her, and then their breakup.
Automatically, when Francesca stumbled a little, Connor’s arm rose and held onto her arm, stabling her, but then withdrew it fast, stuffing his hand back into his pocket. He still felt protective over her and gave a look at the chubby man.
Connor sighed heavily at the silence and decided to tell her that he was sorry about everything and that he didn’t expect her to be forgiving, but he just wanted to let her know how he felt, when another seventh year student butted in.
Connor looked over at the kid with a blank look when he was addressed. Connor was sure he had a couple of classes with the fellow, but him never having the greatest memory couldn’t recognize him or identify his house, but obviously by the way he addressed Connor, they probably hadn’t gotten along in the past- whatever it was, Connor couldn’t recall and replied bluntly, “Yeah, it’s me. And wow, it’s you,” not knowing what else to say or how to say anything else. He wasn’t going to greet him in a polite manner after how he did and especially after he saw how Francesca smiled at him.
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Post by Haine on Nov 6, 2009 17:59:49 GMT -5
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTNOAHAVERY [/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center] Awwww, no comment from Francesca? That wasn't good. Especially after how Noah even came over here just for her... yet the smile was something, at least. He smirked slightly and turned back to Connor. "You have no idea who I am, do you?" he asked, feigning shock. It was all the better that way- it just meant that Noah could mess around some more. And believe me, Noah certainly intended to.
Yet first things first, the boy had to get his facts straight. His smirk widened as he gently placed his hand on Francesca's shoulder, at the same time moving his head closer to hers so that his mouth was now only a few centimeters away from her ear. That looked good and personal for the ex. "He really doesn't have any idea about how close we really are, does he? And really Franky, what are you doing here with him?"
And with a wink Noah straightened up again and turned back to Connor. "I believe proper introductions are probably needed right now. Noah Avery, Seventh year Slytherin." He said with a smile, putting out his hand. As much as he shouldn't say it, Noah really loved being an ass.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 7, 2009 18:22:04 GMT -5
Francesca just sat there and watched, she knew this was typical Noah behavior. Smiling slightly more as he touched her shoulder, Francesca turned her head and moved closer to whisper to him.
"Doubt it. Ran into him." She kept it short, and quiet, then moving back to normal. Francesca sat up straight, looking from Noah to Connor quickly. Just catching his wink, she bit her lip lightly, fighting a smile.
Francesca wasn't surprised if Connor didn't remember him at all, relating as Francesca really hadn't mentioned him by name. Running another hand through a curl, twirling her finger around it. Well, this Connor and Noah conversation would be rather interesting.
Looking back to Noah, giving him the,'What are you doing?' look. Swallowing nothing in particular really, she just kept quiet, moving her eyes to the ground now.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 7, 2009 18:36:28 GMT -5
‘You have no idea who I am, do you?’ Noah asked Connor and Connor’s reply was just a simple smirk. Without him needing to tell him, Connor had figured that he was a Slyherin. There wasn’t a need for Connor’s reply. It was too obvious that he didn’t know him and Connor didn’t like wasting his words.
Seeing Noah’s actions and Francesca’s responses, Connor had all the heart to give up. No, he didn’t want to, but he felt like it. Especially since she seemed to be falling for a guy like this. Connor recalled seeing him around school before, of course, and assumed him to be the man-whore type and big time alcoholic, neither of which Connor thought Francesca deserved. Connor could hear everything going on between him and as much as he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t. He didn’t think Francesca would be close to him, though he could tell she was definitely interested. He could also tell that Noah was trying to aggravate Connor, which for some reason didn’t work. Connor just gazed at the two, lazily. He knew for sure that Francesca wouldn’t go back to him, but the least he could do was protect her. That was an oath he made long before- before now and before they broke up.
“That’s nice,” Connor replied to his introduction, full of sarcasm and not taking his hands out of his pocket. He didn’t even glance at the outstretched hand, just kept his eyes on the boy. Connor began to wonder at himself in amazement. Why wasn’t he getting angry? He usually reacted violently when it came to Francesca. Maybe because whenever it came to that, she never liked it. Or it seemed so. Like with Dmetrius.
Almost instantly, Connor realized that Francesca had lied to him about 'Noah'. He now knew she meant this Noah, not Gibbon. This hurt him a lot, making him wonder even more why he had to break up with her, even if not breaking up with her seemed selfish.
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