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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 3, 2011 19:02:33 GMT -5
Martin was extremely worn out after his week at Beauxbatons. He decided to take a stroll to blow off some steam. He put on a pair of comfortable shoes, a textured jean and a warm jersey. He threw on a black and grey scarf and walked out of his dorm. He ran his hair through his fingers, trying to get it out of his eyes as he walked down the millions of stairs to the entrance of the castle.
As he pushed open the heavy wooden door, a cold wind blew his hair into a mess again. Martin walked out of the building and just followed a general direction towards the sun. He didn't feel like seeing people. He wanted to be alone and think.
You see, Martin isn't always this gloomy fellow, but he had heard some unfortunate news the previous day. His father had gotten drunk once again and beat his mom to a pulp. She was in the hospital, and sent an owl with the help of a witch who pretended to be a muggle doctor. Martin felt 100% responsible. He was the one who wanted to come to this school and leave his parents alone in England. He could've been there to protect her. But he wasn't.
Martin stopped as he noticed something brushing his legs. He looked down and saw thousands of flowers, glistening in the sunlight. He looked around him and saw that he had wandered into the flower fields without noticing it. The castle was already out of sight, behind the hill which separated the courtyards with the flower fields and forrest.
He slumped down and lay between the flowers. They reached well above him. Nobody would see him here. He closed his eyes and tried to block out his thoughts. Just before he fell asleep, someone stepped heavily on his chest. "What the...?"
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 3, 2011 19:26:46 GMT -5
Victoire woke up in the morning and could tell that today just wasn't going to be a good day for anyone. She washed her face, put on some clothes, put up her hair, and went out for a walk. She passed by the great hall, the smell of food passing over her, making her want to go in and eat, but she resisted and continued walking. She hadn't eaten anything but a few scraps of food for a week. She always hated the way she looked, thinking that she looked so fat compared to the rest of her family.
Victoire pushed the bad thoughts out of her mind right as she realized that she was walking through a field of flowers. She looked around, spinning, but fell to the ground after tripping over something, or someone. "oh mon dieu! Je suis tellement désolé!" she said, then looked to see a familiar guy laying on the ground.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 4, 2011 4:44:33 GMT -5
Martin's wind was completely knocked out when someone tumbled over him. He heard a shocked voice uttering french words that he didn't understand. He could understand basic sentences but that was about it. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he asked while clumsily getting up. He dusted the grass and pieces of flower off of him and looked around to see the victim of gravity.
"Victoire?" he asked as he noticed the blonde hair. Suddenly the voice was also recognisable. "I'm so sorry, that was stupid of me to lie there. Are you okay?" he asked again with an apologetic tone of voice. His face flushed red as he helped the girl up. It seemed like she was falling whenever he had seen her. "What's up with you and gravity?" he asked, kidding of course. "Seems like your tumbling down all the time."
Martin helped her up and smiled. She was extremely pretty. Her blonde hair was a bit messed up from the fall but even so, she looked like a goddess. "What are you doing here?" he asked distractedly after staring at her beauty for an awkward silent few minutes.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 4, 2011 8:56:41 GMT -5
Victoire layed on the ground, completely shocked that she had just tripped over someone, but what was even more surprising was when she heard a familiar voice ask if she was OK. "Martin?" she asked, as he seemed to recognize her as well. She let him help her up, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm alright, are you?" she asked. "I didn't mean to crush you." Victoire started to fix her hair, knowing that it was probably messed up from falling, but stopped when she noticed that Martin was looking at her. "What? Do I have something on my face?" she asked, feeling around her face to see if there was anything there. She stood there looking at him for a few seconds, looking into his eyes, and what amazing eyes they were. The iciness of the blue made her eyes sort of freeze onto his. ((see what i did there  )) She couldn't look away if she wanted to. She slowly reached up and wiped some grass out of his hair, not realizing that she was even doing so, and when she did she quickly pulled her hand back and blushed. |
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 4, 2011 9:45:46 GMT -5
Martin blushed as Victoire asked why he was staring at her. She thought there was something on her face. "Well... yeah, but no," he said and laughed softly. There was something on her face but that wasn't why he was staring. He lifted his hand softly and removed a twig from her hair. At the exact same moment she lifted her own hand to get some grass out of his hair. He jerked his hand back and his entire face flushed red.
He stepped back and looked at his feet. He had no idea how to handle situations like these. "I'm fine... I'm very sorry," he said again and glanced up at her. God, she was pretty. How did someone get to be so pretty? "What are you doing here?" he asked again and tried to avoid eye contact. He wasn't good at these things. He had never been good with girls. And this one was perfect.
He glanced around him and played with his thumbs. What should he do, what should he do? He looked up at her again and couldn't get over her beauty. "You have really pretty..." he started but lost his nerves throughout the sentence. He tried to find a way to finish his sentence. "Uhm... eyebrows," he stated nervously and blushed again. He pulled out his wand and conjured up a wooden bench. "Want to sit down?" he asked politely and motioned to the bench.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 4, 2011 10:03:39 GMT -5
Victoire was startled when Martin reached his hand up too, and when he jumped back. "are you alright?" she asked, wanting to be sure he was ok. no one had ever reacted like this around her and she was worried. "have you eaten?" she asked, laughing a little, wanting to lighten the mood.
Martin started to look flustered and Victoire lost her smile. "The veela" she whispered to herself. She laughed a bit when he told her that her eyebrows were pretty, but interrupted him so he wouldn't continue. "It's the Veela talking," she told him. "i have veela in me." she knew that no guy would ever like her for who she was since she was part veela. she turned away from him for a second before he asked if she wanted to sit. when she turned around there was a wooden bench suddenly there. she laughed a bit, then nodded and sat down.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 8, 2011 10:58:40 GMT -5
"It is? Really?" he asked her with a tilt to his head. He knew a lot of girls were part veela at that school. It was quite hard to concentrate sometimes! It didn't feel veela-like though. Usually when he was in the midst of them he just got this mindless obsession, like his soul purpose is to touch that person. This was different. It scared Martin a bit. He wasn't obsessed with Victoire. This was more controlled. He liked her, but it wasn't mindless. He wanted to get to know her.
"I forgot you're a part veela," he said honestly. Victoire Weasley was obviously the daughter of Fleur Weasley, and everybody knew her! They sat down together and Martin glanced around him nervously. They were completely alone, with nowhere to escape to if he said something stupid. He saw her getting a bit uncomfortable at the mention of her veelaness. "I don't think it's because of that," he said with an attempt at a reassuring voice. "You're not like other veela girls," he said with a smile. "You are actually really pretty." He wondered if she understood what he said. He wasn't the biggest fan of veelas. He didn't like the control they had over him. And they seemed so cruel more often than not.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 8, 2011 13:14:16 GMT -5
Victoire was shocked at what Martin had told her about her looks. Did he really think that she was beautiful without her veela in her effecting him? what would this mean? does this mean that she really isn't part veela, but that wouldn't explain the other guys. Does this mean that he really likes her for who she is?
Victoire last question was confirmed when Martin told her she had real prettiness, instead of the other veelas that walked around. she looked at him and could tell that this wasn't something that he was saying to make her feel better. "Well, you're pretty good looking yourself. you sure YOU aren't veela?" she asked, joking. she sat there, and realized that she was getting cold. she wrapped her coat around her more, trying to stay warm.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 9, 2011 11:53:35 GMT -5
Martin blushed dangerously when Victoire complimented his looks. He wasn't used to this happening. How was he supposed to respond? He had an internal debate with himself for a while about this. After a few minutes, he realised that he was completely silent and that his face had grown to his concentration-expression, which was often mistaken as constipation. He recomposed himself and plastered a smile on his face. "You're really sweet," he said without thinking. As he realised that he had just said that out loud, he looked down into his lap and blushed again. Why did he suck so much with these things?
Martin played with his thumbs nervously. He tried to decide what he should say next. What would the guys do that get all the girls? Usually they spoke about the most ludicrous things. Small talk... An art which he hasn't mastered yet. "Uhm... What's your favourite subjects?" he asked. What the hell was that? Could he have asked a more boring question? He sucked his shame up and looked up, to make eye contact with her again.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 9, 2011 12:26:55 GMT -5
Victoire looked at Martin and grinned as she saw that he was nervous. 'He's very cute,' she thought, laughing on the inside. "My favorite class would probably be....magical photography," she told him. "I love taking pictures and all of that wonderful stuff." she looked at him and nudged him a little, hoping that he would loosen up a little. "Hey, why are you so nervous?" she asked him, hoping that maybe there was something she could do to help.
Victoire decided that she was going to loosen him up a bit, so she stood up, took his hands and pulled him to the middle of the field. "spin," she said. "spin with your eyes closed, then on the count of three, open them and try and find me. I'll be looking for you too!" she got a safe distance away from him and closed her eyes. "Ready? GOOO!!" she yelled and started spinning, counting to twenty. "three....two...ONE....OPEN AND FIND ME!" she said as she opened her eyes, saw him for a second, took one step, and fell to the ground laughing.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 11, 2011 2:31:19 GMT -5
Martin shrugged. How did this girl know he was nervous? Was he that obvious? He sighed and opened his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to say. Deciding to do something he had never done before, he opened his mouth one last time. "Well... You know, you're really beautiful. And you... Well I... I don't think that I am... You... I don't know," he rambled and tripped over his words like a verbal retard. He blushed and was startled as Victoire pulled him up.
He listened to her idea and laughed. How mature... Eh, Martin could do with a bit more fun. "Okay, you're on," he said with a mischievous smile and closed his eyes. He started turning around and around and around, feeling the flowers brush against his ankles. He heard her yell something from far away and opened his eyes. He looked around at the world that was spinning around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure turning and falling to the ground. He tried to run to her but the Earth turned underneath him, making him lose his balance. He could only achieve a few steps and then collapsed on his knees. "Are you okay?" he yelled in her direction. He tried to stand up again, and half walked, half crawled over to her.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 12, 2011 20:57:52 GMT -5
Victoire heard Martin ask if she was alright as she laid on the ground, waiting for the sky to stop spinning. "I'm just a bit dizzy," she said, laughing. She tried to stand up, to go over to him, but fell down a couple of times. Finally, she was able to make her way over to him. "Are you alright?" she asked him, falling to the ground. she laughed even more. "guess I'm not entirely....undizzy?" she said, looking at him and realizing how close they were to each other.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 14, 2011 7:36:30 GMT -5
Martin watched Victoire closely as they neared each other. He lifted himself to his hands and knees and gazed into her eyes. Close. They were extremely close. Not being able to control himself, he slowly moved his face closer to hers, still not breaking eye contact. Her eyes were enchanting, and his eyes darted from them to her lips.
Gently, he placed his lips on hers and kissed her ever so tenderly. He had never done this before, but this was his perfect first kiss. As he kissed her, the world around him disappeared. He still felt everything spinning, but it was now circling around them, the center of everything. The flowers brushed between them as the wind swirled through. Most flowers were above them, seeing as they were on their hands and knees.
A jolt of warmth spread through Martin's being. Perfection... That was all he could feel. Victoire, this moment, everything was perfect. He started smiling while they were still kissing, and pulled back. Seeing her again, made him blush incredibly.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 14, 2011 16:46:30 GMT -5
Victoire suddenly got nervous as Martin's face got closer to hers. as he looked at her lips, she grinned, knowing what he was going to do. she closed her eyes and leaned in when suddenly, her whole body felt tingly. she giggled as he pulled away, blushing like a mad man. "that was...great!" she whispered, looking into his eyes again.
Victoire felt like she was in another world. another world where it was only her and Martin; no school, no parents, no...anything except a field of flowers. she lifted her hand and gently set it on his, wondering what he would do.
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Post by Martin Elliott on Jan 16, 2011 11:09:23 GMT -5
Martin didn't expect to hear what he heard. That was great? His first kiss was a good one? His heart leaped with joy and he went into a kind of idiotic stupor. That was the nicest feeling he had ever had. He wanted to kiss her again but thought that it would be a bit of an overkill.
As he looked at her eyes in awe, the world stopped spinning around him. He was becoming a bit more oriented again. He stood up and took Victoire's hand, helping her up. He took his wand out of his pocket, wanting to do something impressive. In stead of his amazing magic, he dropped his wand like the clumsy boy he was. It landed tip first into the ground and fell over. At that exact spot, silver glistening lilies sprouted out of the ground. "Uhm... I meant to do that," he said with a grin and bent down. He searched for his wand underneath all the flowers and found it after a few seconds. Grabbing his wand in one hand, and the lilies in the other, he stood up again and handed the flowers to Victoire. "They aren't as beautiful as you, but this is the best I could do," he said with a blush.
He took her hand again and continued staring at her. This was the most amazing feeling in the whole world...
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)) She couldn't look away if she wanted to. She slowly reached up and wiped some grass out of his hair, not realizing that she was even doing so, and when she did she quickly pulled her hand back and blushed.