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Post by Vincent Olivander on Apr 20, 2010 18:57:38 GMT -5
Vincent roamed the dungeons freely with eyes of jade taking in it's lack of anything in bloom. With a calm voice he asked for directions, he could smell the dampness of the dungeons like an old marsh had been there before. Just one more year to go and he would be getting the graduation amulet his father had, not an assassination in winter could stop him. He'd not heard from his parents in a long while, which struck him as odd considering they never stopped talking about Hogwarts and how his mother got pregnant in the basement. Wait, did she say basement or dungeon? He sure as hell had never seen a basement in Hogwarts before. Shuddering the thoughts to a land of no return he looked deeper and deeper into the dungeon.
He had thought he knew his way around Hogwarts by now, but it was a place where you really never did know where you were going. He came across one part of the dungeon where is looked like a dragon had crumbled the ceiling to it's finest ashes and acted as an ambassador for some sort of jelly oil. It was a hollow dungeon, where anything could happen, his entire package was undergoing serious autopsy-type pains as he smelled something foul. No wonder they taught potions down here. He kidnapped a candle from one of the stands on the walls, mentally noting that he needed to make sure he didn't chip a single iota of it or his wallet would be in mercy.
The sounds of the rats crawling across the floor started to give him a fierce headache, pulling out his wand he called "Silencio!" and the dungeon went mute. Playing music in his head kept him sane, though he was Sandi Thom without flowers in his hair. At least the holiday was coming up and Vincent could set his mind to self improvement if he was to leave Hogwarts with good grades.
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Post by Amara Wood on Apr 21, 2010 13:36:32 GMT -5
baby, don't you know i suffer? [/b][/color][/size][/right] Why would any Gryffindor even consider to venture down into the Dungeons? Who could be so prone to life-threatening idiocy? Amara. She never really thought about the outcome of her actions. She never thought what the consequences might be for her, or anybody else. And she didn't really care. She was her own self, and she wasn't going to be held back by a few school rules. Amara was both admired and hated for this. She was a very unique girl, and no-one could really tell what was going on in her mind, but she could definately tell what people may be thinking of her. Her legelimency was gaining in stregnth, and now it was more of a gift than a skill. It was coming across so easy that she didn't even realize that she was listening to people's thoughts, she would mistake it for the real sounds surrounding her. Amara smiled at her ignorant stupidity.
She was found down in the Dungeons, the serpent's lair for Slytherin. She was searching for someone. And as her light footsteps echoed the deserted halls, she heard a loud roar. "Silencio!" a voice demanded. Amara found her feet following the voice. She found her way into a sort of unknown basement. She stepped inside, and slid through the slim corridors, seeing a light ahead. She was almost within touching distance, but she tripped, and fell to the ground with a loud thud. It was like a statue falling over, she hadn't even tried to stop herself from falling. Idiot. But she stayed perfectly perfectly still, staring up at the figure towering over her. Vincent! She inhaled a breath, and it was louder than she'd expected. It was more like a gasp. She froze, staring up, waiting.
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Post by Vincent Olivander on Apr 21, 2010 19:41:03 GMT -5
The corridor seemed to grow more and more narrow, he had to call 'lumos' to keep it from dimming around him. He'd heard so many different noises that only a gasp seemed to catch his immediate attention. Of all the people for him to find he happened to find his best friend who had no doubt tried to be playful by sneaking up on him. It worked, admittedly. He had forgotten about the sounds that indicated she was there before, he'd made several trips on the way down there too. He heard a bell ring above him, the great hall was open for dinner. Vincent had never been the most fond of food anyway, too busy for it.
"Hey, I guess you heard about the engagement then huh?" he assumed that was why she had come to find him and he was a good enough listener to hear her thoughts on it. Little did he know she could literally do the same. His friends and family had thought it was a good idea, except for his grandmother who had kept to her knitting as usual. She had done that since... well, after his grandfather died. A great man his grandfather, and he couldn't help but wonder if Amara was suggested to him because of his family history. His grandfather was well known for being the best wand-maker, and in the twelvth century a man called Goodwin Kneen had described a game of Quidditch or 'Kwidditch' as it was called then, which led to it being played today.
Naturally he was also an ancestor of their family, greatness was in their blood because it came hand-in-hand with ambition. Saying that, fr0m what he knew of Amara she wasn't so bad herself.
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Post by Amara Wood on Apr 24, 2010 8:15:24 GMT -5
baby, don't you know i suffer? [/b][/color][/size][/right] Busted. Vincent had obviously seen her coming. He spoke so casually, as if she'd just walked up behind him instead of thudding to the ground and making a complete fool out of herself. She sighed and stood up after he addressed her, and he just had to speak of the engagement. She stared into his face but nodded, looking down and tucking her hair behind her ears. "Not that I'm disappointed ... but," she glanced up to his face. She didn't want to hurt him at all. They were progressing into good friends. And it was destroyed by the sudden announcement of their paring. It was too soon. Amara hardly knew Vincent enough to really call him her husband-to-be. Sh didn't see him that way yet. But of course, she did see the beauty both inside and out of him. She tried to read his thoughts, but realized she'd paused for too long, and so hurried, "I mean ... I've never ... even considered the fact of us ... you know." She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to force the words out, but she couldn't. There was a pinful lump in her throat that she couldn't swallow.
Then she heard his thoughts. Of course she knew what kind of a man she was getting. From what she knew, Vincent was brilliant. He had such high expectations. His grandfather was the greatest wandmaker of all time. Everyone knew Mr. Ollivander. Both Amara's and Vincent's names were somewhat famous, but for entirely different reasons. Amara's father was the highly successful Quiddich Keeper. But Amara hardly ever showed any reflecton of her father. She loved watching Quiddich, but she was hopeless at flying. She heard the bell going again for everyone to go to the Great Hall. Amara wasn't very commited to eating right now. She just wanted to see Vince. See what he thought about it all. If he'd even considered if this could work. Amara had thought of the possibility, but their marriage would never work if only she liked it. Well not liked, but would endure to please her parents.
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Post by Vincent Olivander on Apr 28, 2010 15:13:25 GMT -5
Vincent took a moment to consider whether a marriage between them could work. He'd feel like a sacred thief if he married her while she didn't want to, and she was making it perfectly clear that she didn't. She didn't look worried, anxious, nervous, but her body language, her tone. Vincent was in control of his life, he slept for four hours, wrote some more songs, played his guitar, studied a little, everything he could. As a student he wasn't sure he had the time for a wife. Marriage. What was that word, marriage? The British and the Mexican dictionary for example give it two completely different definitions. If he couldn't define marriage, could he go through with it? Sure, he'd achieved a good amount of financial stability through his family living off the money his grandfather never needed to spend, but was it finance her family wanted from him?
"I just.. don't know why I was the one picked, thats all" his mouth twisted slightly in humour but in truth he had maybe a brief idea since their fathers were practically best friends. He supposed he had also been a good friend to Amara, for her last birthday he'd bought her a heart necklace, but that was because he knew that to please women you needed something 'cute' and something shiny. He wanted a good relationship with Amara but he also wanted a good career in the future, how could he do that with a wife? "No one is going to have to nag me, if its what you and your family want then.." he shrugged, he would deal with it. "Listen the reason I brought it up was, well I have a deposit on this thing," he shoved his hand into his pocket and caught the ring with his finger.
"If we're going to do this we're going to do it right" he said to her, reluctantly getting down on one knee onto the murky dungeon floor. Why is it his family have so many memories in this dungeon? The ring wasn't in a box, he presented it to her between two fingers, but he still lifted it to her like a proposal. He couldn't afford a flashy ring and though they were over-priced anyway, his parents would hate the idea of him spending every sickle of his money on it. Instead of a simple diamond that cost more galleons than they were worth he bought her a heart blue sapphire ring, he thought it stood on unique.
"I don't like the feeling that we've been pushed into this, even if we have, I'd much prefer it to seem natural. So, will you marry me?"
link to the ring here
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Post by Amara Wood on May 1, 2010 11:26:14 GMT -5
baby, don't you know i suffer? [/b][/color][/size][/right] Amara was a very open person, but she judged a little too quickly. Hers and Vincent's first meeting had gone awful. She would be treated like a princess, and she would merely glare if he spoke to her. Amara would have seemed very spoilt, but she was just overly bitter that her father had done this to her. And Amara had known Vincent a while, and actually liked him. But he seemed all too relaxed about it. Well everyone did apart from her. She was still boiling with rage a month after the announcement. And the only person that seemed to cool her down was Vincent. Typical. He was the only one who knew what she was going through. He was the only person who could see how she felt. He seemed so calm. And after a while, Amara began to realize she was just making a fool out of herself, and so she let it go.
It was Vincent's light humor that seemed to make her smile. He was funny, and Amara loved to laugh. She would always smile, no matter what. On rainy days, she would still shine like the sun, with bright, bouncy happiness. Of course, she was younger then. Her parents had even considered to call Amara Aurora, like the dawn. She filled her parent's lives with sunshine. And here it came again. Vincent had melted the cold ice. He'd almost won her over on her birthday, when he gave her the most beautiful necklace. She doesn't wear it around her neck though, instead, the thin chain is wrapped around her wrist, and the small heart hangs beautifully. She pulled her sleeve down, hiding the chain from Vincent.
Her heart thumped against her ribs when he revealed the small ring infront of her. She stared wide-eyed at the small heart-shaped sapphire and then looked to Vincent, and couldn't help but eventually smile. Then, to the almost awkwurd part. She raised her hands to her face, hiding her grin from him as he kneeled down before her. She let out a breath that she'd been keeping for almost a minute, and she became quite pale. Then the question came to her ears and she inhaped a short breath, gasping slightly as he proposed. She waited a long pause before finally deciding. She kneeled down next to him, not really caring that her clothes would now be covered in dust and other such thing she didn't really want to know of. And she chewed on her bottom lip before nodding softly at him, unable to make a sound.
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Post by Vincent Olivander on May 2, 2010 11:43:18 GMT -5
Vincent looked confused for a second as she knelt down. He'd never proposed to anyone before but he didn't know the bride-to-be was to get on her knees too. After the dirty dungeon ground had touched those robes there was no going back. He was also puzzled as to why she was biting her lip, though he supposed she was more nervous than he was. Personally, though marriage had never been something he wanted this early on, there was no other woman in his life and if it was what her father wanted then he would see how it went. "Is... that a yes?" he asked with a comical questioning face, though the nod was small he expected it was a reluctant yes. He had to admit she didn't look happy, it was as if he'd taken a wand out instead of a ring and thrown the killing curse threat at her.
He wished she'd smile a little bit more, but then he supposed until he was her husband he was in no position to pick these details. Instead he placed the ring, slowly but surely, onto her marriage finger. The shame came from the fact that he had to attend a Muggle Geography lesson in fifteen minutes and after that it was Music, then he had an essay to write on the death of St Valentine in History of Magic. He'd never known someone to own so many love potions, he was sure to be no saint.
"Can I walk you to class?" he asked sensibly.
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