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Post by Paris Westbrook on Oct 18, 2013 17:59:43 GMT -5
Paris looked at the jacket that was hanging on the side of her bed. She was supposed to meet him today. Charming. Without her mask and without the obscurity of the ball protecting her. She nibbled on her bottom lip , looking up at the canopy of her bed. Her roommates were all gone off to get food about 30 minutes or so, but she was scared to even get up to get food. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed as it flopped back into is curly mess on top of her head. You have to go for it… you can’t not take a chance.
They had shared a moment that night and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to show him who she was. What if he ran away once he saw her? What if something horrible happened? Stop thinking like that… She still hadn’t seen her sister since last night and feared what she would say once she told her about what happened. Just… man up and lets go… it’s almost twelve you can’t spend your Saturday hiding away in Gryffindor tower… She bit the side of her bottom lip before running her fingers through her hair to put it in the normal bun that she kept it in.
She reached over the side of her bed and slipped her pain brushes into her bag before slipping off of her bed. She slipped her feet into her slip on shoes, fixing her white blouse that she wore over the pair of jeans that she had on. She took one last breath before standing up and picking up her bag along with the jacket.
“Time to meet Charming, “ she murmured. She slung her bag over her shoulder and left the tower, her hands nervously twiddling with the jacket that she held. Paris stopped when she reached the entrance hall of the castle. Why was there so many people around? Her eyes widened for a moment before she calmed down and took a deep breath. She went towards the spot that they were supposed to meet, leaning up against the wall her eyes nervously searching everyone around to see if she could recognize him. Mix matched eyes. Look for those eyes. She searched around the room her eyes widening a little when a group of Slytherin girls walked by her, all of them smirking as if they were going to say something.
She looked away from them and walked towards a different spot away from all of them, trying to calm herself down. She turned the corner towards a empty hallway, closing her eyes and taking a deep breat.
“You can do this… Paris… stop being a wimp… lets go..”
She turned back down the busy hallway and entrance hall, stopping short when she saw a boy standing in their meeting spot with his back turned towards her. He was surrounded by other boys but she could tell that it was him. She didn’t know how , but she could feel the connection that they felt last night the moment she looked at him. Slowly she walked towards him stood a little way back.
“Charming?” She noticed the other boys look at her and her eyes widened. It was the boys that use to make fun of her in her fourth year and she could see that they knew exactly who she was. You’re not here for them…
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 21:36:06 GMT -5
The mysterious masked girl seemed to disappear. 'oh well, you'll find someone like her again..' Shaun thought to himself while he fixed his tie in the mirror. He pursed his lips a bit, raising his brows as he looked himself over. He could tell just by the way his hair sat on his head, and the clear flawlessness of his face that today was gonna be a good day. He smirked and pulled on the front of his robes adjusting them a bit. Classes had finished but he figured he might actually have to get some studying in if he wanted to pass his classes that is.
Shaun sighed and gulped hoping they weren't sending out grades this week, his mother and father were gonna kill him. Especially since he was failing almost all his classes, except potions of course. Sometimes Shaun didn't know how he managed the average grade in that class. Shaun ran a hand through his hair and frowned turning his head away from staring in the mirror and grabbing his bag with his books inside and slinging it over his shoulder.
With a slow stride he walked out of his room and through the common room to the stairs. He waited for the right one jumping on the stairs and walking over as it arrived to the correct floor. Slowly he made his way down the halls. "Westbrook!" Shaun sighed stopping midway through the halls. 'welp...so much for studying.' he said then turned a smirk on his face when he saw his group of friends. He walked over. "Hey man." He greeted his best friend Ray first patting him on the back while friend did the same.
"Whats going on." He looked down seeing his friend steve holding a potion. "We are planning a bit of a prank on the transfiguration professor..." They smirked and began sharing their plan. Each moment Shaun growing more and more interested. “Charming?” His eyes widened when he heard the voice behind him and he closed his eyes and cursed under his breath.
His friends looked up with smirks on their faces. "Oh look who it is guys Crazy Paris." Ray said and Shaun gulped and pushed back any feeling for the moment. He turned around and saw her. The curly hair, those eyes...it was her...she came looking for him. Ray rested his arm on Shaun's shoulder. "Come on Charming, your crazy princess has arrived." Ray teased him.
Shaun rolled his eyes and then walked up to the girl taking her hand giving her that confident smirk. "...Do I know you?" He asked raising a brow. "I am sure I would remember that crazy curly hair anywhere." He said tapping his chin then moving around her. His friends laughed. "Yea no....must of slipped my mind....did we sleep together?" He asked then stepped back with his friends who just laughed Ray patted his back. "Oh so now crazy paris is a slut..who knew she could get around!" Ray began and Shaun felt the aching for her immediately. But he pushed that back. "Yea....your mistaken...sorry....Charming isn't coming anytime soon...probably should squash that dream before you run into who ever this charming is again..." He said and shrugged scanning her. Ray chuckled and then smirked.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 22:06:35 GMT -5
Paris’ heart was beating like a jack hammer in her chest. She bit her lip , her eyes glancing towards the other boys. They were smirking at her. All these years and they still were acting like this. “ Oh look who it is guys Crazy Paris.” She bravely rolled her eyes, praying with all her might that he would turn around and look at her. At least notice her. Please acknowledge me… please When he turned around he was looking at her. He didn’t say anything. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Did she do something wrong? Was he that much influenced by his friends?
"Come on Charming, your crazy princess has arrived."
She was hurt, but it instantly went away when he walked up to her and took her hand. A small smile appeared on her face, but instantly dropped at his words. She snatched her hand away and stared at him in shock. "I am sure I would remember that crazy curly hair anywhere." A blush of embarrassment appeared on her face and she nervously brought her hand up to her hair to pull it back more into the pony tail. He then began to circle her , making her cower into her herself, her eyes looking down at the ground. A few people were starting to stop and watch what was going on, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up at any of them.
"Yea no....must of slipped my mind....did we sleep together?"
Paris’ head instantly shot up and she stared at him with wide eyes, hearing a few taunting laughs and whispers from every direction. "Oh so now crazy paris is a slut..who knew she could get around!" Her eyes never left Charming’s. She didn’t know his name and at the moment he was no longer charming, but now known as monkey butt. "Yea....your mistaken...sorry....Charming isn't coming anytime soon...probably should squash that dream before you run into who ever this charming is again..."
She slowly backed up, looking around nervously , feeling her face burning with embarrassment and the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes. Before she knew it, she was breaking into a sprint for the stairs, not stopping until she reached the highest point in the castle. The abandoned astronomy tower. Paris barged through the door, collapsing against a table out of breath and tears streaming down her face. It was the wrong idea to be brave. She should have just let the entire night go and not meet up with him. She didn’t know what to do. Now this was another rumor that she would have to face and her sister would have to beat out of people. London was going to be furious when she found out about this and she only hoped that she would find that boy and strangle him. She slowly shrunk down to the ground, sitting on it her eyes glancing at her paintings that surrounded the room. She threw the jacket that was his across the ground and wiped at her eyes, trying to calm herself down.
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 22:22:24 GMT -5
Shaun backed up into the group of guys that were behind him. They all smirked and laughed seeing the girls tears build up. Shaun stared at her and then turned away instantly looking at his friends and sighing a bit. 'see what you did.' he thought to himself and then she was gone running off his friends patting him on the back as if it was the best thing he had done. "Crazy Kavanagh.." his friend said and then Shaun blinked his eyes widened a bit. "Kavangah..." He muttered. He remembered she had told him about her past. Now he thought about it, he knew exactly who her father was. But he was sure that man didn't have any kids.
Shaun sighed and then frowned his friend looking at him. "Dude whats up." Ray asked and Shaun shook his head and chuckled. "Nothing man just got a headache...I am gonna go find something for it." He said and his friends nodded. Shaun took that moment to take off in the direction Paris had gone and he gulped. He ran up the stairs and into a few rooms not seeing her anywhere. He frowned and stood still trying to think about where she could of gone. His eyes raised a bit when he saw the last bit of stairs leading to the highest point in the school. '...stars..' he remembered then ran up the stairs.
When he saw her he frowned and stood frozen staring down at her. His eyes softened and he walked over slowly. "I..." He didn't even know what to say. "I..I am sorry..." He said slowly nibbling his lip preparing himself for a slap to the face.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 22:48:45 GMT -5
She was staring at the jacket now, feeling the pain of what had just happened tug at her heart. Burn it… it’ll make you feel better, or cover it in paint, it looks expensive.. Paris just stared at it. She would wait for London before she figured out what to do with it. She always had the best ideas for getting even with people. Paris sniffled and wiped at the last stray tear, fixing herself up before standing up and walking towards one of her paintings that was almost completed. She ran her fingers across the surface, only turning when she heard footsteps running up the stairs.
monkey butt…
Paris stared at him, not saying a word or moving. “ I…” he started, but it seemed like something stopped him. “ I … I am sorry…” She stared at him in bewilderment. Sorry? He was sorry? His friends and him had just publically humiliated her and guaranteed her a spot in the monthly gossip and laughter of all the girls within the school. She wanted to slap him, curse him or even throw him out of the window next to her, but she did the next best thing. Paris turned around and picked up her sketch book from the corner and took a seat on the table turning her back towards him. She began to rip out pages within the sketch book, throwing them on the ground in front of him, until she came to a certain picture that she had drawn from memory of their night outside. She pulled this one out and tossed it in front of him, raising her wand and burning the other’s except that one. She wanted him to know what she had just destroyed.
She stood up and walked towards her paintings, pulling out her brushes and getting back to work on a new one. It was a particular drawing that she had done when she was 10. It was of a muggle and woman embracing in the rain, one of her favorites. When she painted out the start up for the painting she turned her head and looked across the room to her other paints, still not saying a word to him. She turned around and pushed past him to search through the stacks of paints, trying to find the right colors to do the rain in. Will he leave already…
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 22:56:29 GMT -5
She didn't say a word to him. He knew he deserved that. With a frown he stared at her and watched as she went to her sketchbook and began going through it silently. Shaun watched and released a sigh running a hand through his hair. He didn't know what to do or if he should say anything else to her. Suddenly she began to rip out pages throwing them behind her so he could see them. his eyes widened at the sight of them seeing what they were and he looked up feeling even worse. She through out one more showing a memory of them that night. Shaun frowned and took a step back watching as she set all of them on fire.
She said nothing still and went on to do her own thing. Shaun gulped and rubbed his shoe along the ground. Finally when she pushed past him and he turned around staring at her as she went through her brushes. He sighed and reached out grabbing her arm and turning her to face him.
"Alright I get it...Please...." He frowned and hen dropped her arm dropping his gaze. "I told you...the truth that night...its how I am with my friends. I know I said mean things and I said I am sorry...I don't know more I can do to make it up to you." He said scanning her eyes then. "I..am a thing...I know...alright...so please just talk to me..." He said scanning her face.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 23:25:10 GMT -5
Paris’ eyes widened when she felt him grab her arm, not fighting him as he turned her to face him. She stared in annoyance and hurt, not knowing what to say to him. “ Alright I get it…Please…” He let go of her arm and looked away from her, giving her a bit of courage. She didn’t understand men. How could they act so cruel one minute and become sad little puppy dogs the next. “ I told you… the truth that night…its how I am with my friends. I know I said mean things and I said I am sorry… I don’t know more I can do to make it up to you.”
She shook her head and continued to stare at him, her heart racing a bit when she looked at his mismatched eyes. “ I am a thing… I know…alright…so please just talk to me…”[/i] She scoffed and smirked, rolling her eyes and walking past him. Paris sat on the ground, pulling the painting down with her .
“It’s quite funny how true personalities are … I am more outgoing and happy go lucky, whereas you are tormented by what you have to become. What’s messed up about that is…you let your crap life make you bad person around others….” She stopped what she was doing and stood up to look at him, feeling her bravery that she had had that night come back to her. “ Word to the wise, Mr. Whatever your name is… grow a pair of balls and be yourself around your numskull friends instead of being bitter, lonely and wanting to make everyone around them miserable. Haven’t you heard the saying Misery loves company?” Paris looked him up and down and rolled her eyes before leaning down to pick up his jacket.
She threw it at him and pointed towards the door.
“Get out. Now.”
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Oct 30, 2013 23:47:06 GMT -5
Shaun stared at the girl in front of her, that scared face she had on earlier left and her tears were dry. All he could see was the anger she had for him. She gave him a smirk, the same smirk he had seen the other night with her. She rolled her eyes and he sighed knowing his words didn't mean a thing to her. She was stubborn and hew as seeing that now for sure. “It’s quite funny how true personalities are … I am more outgoing and happy go lucky, whereas you are tormented by what you have to become. What’s messed up about that is…you let your crap life make you bad person around others….”
Shaun's emotions fell and he took a slow breath his jaw tightening as he prepared himself for everything she was going to say. She stood up from the ground and stared at him and he saw the same girl as before expect this one was probably wishing to smack him or hit him or something for his stupidity. “ Word to the wise, Mr. Whatever your name is… grow a pair of balls and be yourself around your numskull friends instead of being bitter, lonely and wanting to make everyone around them miserable. Haven’t you heard the saying Misery loves company?” She added and Shaun stared at her. His jacket was thrown at him then and she pointed for the door. “Get out. Now.”
Shaun held his jacket in his arm and then shook his head and he stared at the ground. "If we want to talk about our real selves, where was this girl when everyone was attacking you earlier...obviously you have the ability to stick up for yourself instead you cower away the moment someone attacks you...maybe people would be less likely to do so if you actually did something about it." He said to her and his brows furrowed. He sighed and dropped his gaze. "I think its funny how you expect me to drop everything for you the moment you walk up to me...this is my life, and it was my life before I met you that night at that dance...I had a good time, I met a great girl that I never thought would confront me...hell I didn't even know you knew who I was....and if you expect me to drop everything the second time we met...with out even knowing your name...you thought wrong..." He stated staring at her.
Shaun adjusted his jacket and then frowned. "Sorry for meeting you I guess...." He shrugged and turned towards the door to head out. She wanted him gone..so be it.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Oct 31, 2013 0:03:59 GMT -5
She was proud of herself. She had finally stood up for herself without hiding behind her sister or a mask. This was a proud moment for her and once he left she would bask in her own glory. If we want to talk about our real selves, where was this girl when everyone was attacking you earlier...obviously you have the ability to stick up for yourself instead you cower away the moment someone attacks you...maybe people would be less likely to do so if you actually did something about it." Her proudest moment all came crashing down with those words. He was right.
"I think its funny how you expect me to drop everything for you the moment you walk up to me...this is my life, and it was my life before I met you that night at that dance...I had a good time, I met a great girl that I never thought would confront me...hell I didn't even know you knew who I was....and if you expect me to drop everything the second time we met...with out even knowing your name...you thought wrong..." Paris stared at him, not moving. She didn’t know what to say. She had thought exactly that, but the only thing is she didn’t know that all of this was going to occur. It’s his friends…you can’t expect him to talk to you in public when those are the people who have been there with him forever… you’ve only met him twice now… She nervously bit her lip and looked away from him.
“ Sorry for meeting you I guess…”
Her head shot up and she panicked a bit when she saw him about to leave. Before he could make it out the door she waved her wand and it slammed shut in front of him. Paris walked towards him and turned him around, staring up at him. Before saying anything she brought her hand up and slapped him hard across the cheek.
“ Do you not understand? I was publically humiliated by YOUR idiotic friends and worse is , now because of you everyone thinks I’ve slept with you and I’m a whore….thank you Mr. monkey butt, it was a pleasure finally being brave for once in my life and having it thrown back in my face as if it were nothing,” she said still standing in front of him. He’s really cute… Her eyes widened at the thought and she quickly took a step back, blushing a little. “ And its different… how can I defeat the voices of many people instead of just one… plus… they never listen whenever I try to defend myself,” she said, shrinking back a little and nervously twisting a strand of her hair. She didn’t know what else to say. All she knew that the next day was going to be hell.
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Oct 31, 2013 0:13:39 GMT -5
Shaun raised his brow when the door slammed closed on him. So now she wanted to talk. He huffed and raised a brow once she stood in front of him. With out a moment of waiting her hand shot up and slapped him hard across the face. Shaun's eyes widened and he reached up cupping his now red sore cheek. No one ever slapped him. He felt something stir inside him and he clenched his jaw staring down at her. “ Do you not understand? I was publically humiliated by YOUR idiotic friends and worse is , now because of you everyone thinks I’ve slept with you and I’m a whore….thank you Mr. monkey butt, it was a pleasure finally being brave for once in my life and having it thrown back in my face as if it were nothing,”
He saw her blush then and he smirked a bit watching her back up with out a word coming from him. “ And its different… how can I defeat the voices of many people instead of just one… plus… they never listen whenever I try to defend myself,” With a swift movement he dropped his jacket and took her arms pushing her back, so her back was against the wall. He stared her in the eyes and licked his lips. "Easy...you stop caring...you be strong and don't listen to what others think...because only you know the truth and thats all thats important." He said his eyes dropping to her lips a moment before looking up.
"...I am sorry..and I'll fix it...alright.." He said slowly staring her in her eyes. "Somehow...Ill try." He frowned and then pulled back slowly and turned around a growl building in his chest. He didn't know why he was so willing to do things for this girl. It brought a weakness inside him he didn't like. "Kavanagh....Paris Kavanagh..." He said outloud then turned to her. "how is it that everyone at school knows your name but does not link you and your sister back to your real father." She said slowly. "Kavanagh isn't exactly a common name..." He said slowly..."The moment my friend said it..I knew who your father was..." He stated slowly. "Paris." He smiled a bit and turned away. "Its a beautiful name.." He said slowly.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Oct 31, 2013 15:53:45 GMT -5
He was smirking. He’s a Slytherin … you can tell… Why couldn’t she tell before? Paris was blinded by his charm that night, but now that she thought about it and the group of males that he was with, this guy was definitely a Slytherin. You know how dangerous Slytherin males are… Paris nervously began to chew on her bottom lip, her eyes widening when she saw him drop his jack and head towards her. She soon found herself against a wall with him holding onto her eyes, her eyes wide. "Easy...you stop caring...you be strong and don't listen to what others think...because only you know the truth and thats all thats important."
He was right, but she would never admit that. Paris continued to stare at him, noticing that his eyes dropped down towards something on her that wasn’t eye level. She frowned for a second before looking at him when he spoke. Could she believe him? What was he possibly going to do , to fix the situation? He had just said that he would never change how he was because of her. Why should he?... They both knew that there was something there, but neither of them could put their finger on it.
“Kavanagh…. Paris Kavanagh…” Her heart fluttered and her eyes widened. Just the sound of her name from his mouth was enough to make her get butterflies. She didn’t know why , but there was something. Her heart fluttering and butterflies suddenly stopped at the next comment he made. Her eyes widened and she raised her wand, muttering a silencing charm on the room. ” Kavanagh isn’t exactly a common name …”
“ Yes it is… It’s Irish…lots of Irish people carry that name…” She said quickly. “ The moment my friend said it… I knew who your father was …” This was bad. He couldn’t know, especially if he was going to become a future Death Eater. “ Paris…. It’s a beautiful name…” She smiled a little, but the worry of him knowing her father scared her.
“Tha…thank you…, but please… I’m not the daughter of who you…” she couldn’t lie. “ Please… please don’t tell anyone, please I’ll do anything,” she said, walking towards him so that she could look at his face.
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Nov 1, 2013 14:52:44 GMT -5
Paris was trying hard to convince Shaun that he was wrong. He didn't really know why she thought shed be able to convince him especially after everything he had told her at that dance. Shaun smirked slightly seeing her nerves, making her appear so innocent to him. 'its sorta hot..' he thought and then licked his lips feeling a bit more confident again. “Tha…thank you…, but please… I’m not the daughter of who you…” He raised a brow really trying to show her that she wasn't going to her way in this situation. “ Please… please don’t tell anyone, please I’ll do anything,” Shaun chuckled a bit when she said then and he once again leaned into her while she was against the wall.
He was silent, then as he felt that strange feeling being so close to her in his chest. He gulped and his smirk slipped from his face, his eyes searching her for an answer. Shaun licked his lips and scanned her face and then looked down at her lips, his hand sliding up and brushing back the side of her hair. "....you are a confusing woman.." He said slowly fighting the urge to kiss her right then and there. He leaned in a little their lips so close but then he managed to pull back just before anything could happen. "Anything....you'll do anything.." He said slowly then smirked a little but somehow his face still managed to have a softness to it.
Shaun turned and walked over to the railing staring out at the sky. "Don't you think anything is too much of a big word. I mean..I could be that jerk who asks for....." He thought about it and turned to her. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him roughly. "For so many things.." He said his finger moving down her cheek....how do you know I wouldn't ask for something more....." He muttered his hand moving down her neck slowly to her arm and then just above her ass. He pulled back finally after teasing her a little. "Anything is a big word Paris.I suppose its good for you I am not one for taking advantage of girls believe it or not." Shaun sighed and went silent scanning her a moment then turning away once again"...Forgive me....that's all I ask.." He said slowly.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Nov 1, 2013 15:47:22 GMT -5
You’ve trapped yourself again love…
Her eyes widened when he leaned into her, making her leaned back more, but the wall was behind her, there was nowhere to run or even squeeze out of it. He was quiet and staring at her, which made her breathing hitch a little. She was scared, but a little bit excited for what was going on. His hand reached up and he was brushing some of her hair away from her face, making her sigh softly. “ ….. you are a confusing woman…” Paris apologized softly her eyes still staring at him, noticing that his lips were so close to hers now. Was he going to kiss her? Was her first kiss going to be with the mysterious boy whose name she still had no idea of? When he pulled back she felt relief fill her and her breathing going back to normal.
Stupid… now he’s gonna ask for something gross .. Paris… choose your words wisely !
She watched him walk towards the rail, before speaking about what she had said. Paris stared at him in fright hoping that he wouldn’t ask for anything like that. If he wanted something like that she would have to do it to protect her family. Please do- her thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly pulled her into him, making her whimper in fear. When he trailed his finger down her cheek and neck making her close her eyes. She swallowed slowly, preparing herself for whatever was going to happen, remembering all the things that she had heard about sex. It was painful at first, but after a while it got better.
“ I don’t know…” she whispered, then he was pulling her back leaving her standing them frightened , but a bit relieved. Did that mean he wasn’t going to do anything to her? Gentlemen… any other monkey butt would have taken advantage of that offer.. She looked up at him when he spoke again, slowly nodding her head.
“I forgive you… I’m sorry…but I never managed to learn your real name,” she chuckled a bit. “ I only know you by the pseudo ones I gave you…but please if you ever come into contact with my father don’t mention that you know us… I fear he might take us out of school and put us into hiding… even my mother if you see her, don’t say a word.” She pleaded, walking towards him so that she could look at him again. Her eyes stared at his again, biting her bottom lip. “ Can I ask you something…about your eyes I mean?”
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Post by Shaun Westbrook on Nov 1, 2013 16:08:16 GMT -5
She was nervous he could feel it every time he touched her. 'virgin...' he knew she was just by the way she acted and the way her body tensed by his every touch. Shaun personally had never been with a virgin before, the idea of being with one made him a bit nervous himself. Just hearing things about it for a girl he wasn't so sure he could cause that pain to someone he cared about. 'you would..don't lie.' He chuckled a bit at his thoughts and sighed running a hand through his hair.
“I forgive you… I’m sorry…but I never managed to learn your real name,” Paris said and he smiled. He wondered if she would ever try to ask his name. It actually surprised him that she didn't know who he was. His reputation wasn't exactly silent around the halls. He was known for many things in this school. Girls...being an Ass...and much more. He sighed at the thought and rolled his eyes and turned his head a bit and looked at Paris as she walked over. “ I only know you by the pseudo ones I gave you…but please if you ever come into contact with my father don’t mention that you know us… I fear he might take us out of school and put us into hiding… even my mother if you see her, don’t say a word.” Shaun chuckled a bit and nodded assuring her he would stay silent. “ Can I ask you something…about your eyes I mean?”
Shaun raised a brow and stood up straight, he thought about his eyes. Most of the time he forgot that they were different after all he was born with two of the same color. Shaun shrugged and watched her as she scanned his eyes. He smirked a bit then took her hand and kissed the top of it. "First off, My name is Shaun Westbrook...I wont say anything about your family, and I never see them so its nothing you have to worry about.....no one at this school really knows my family...so if it makes you feel better. My father is Declan Westbrook and mother is Camille Westbrook. Both death eaters." He said then sighed a bit and shrugged.
He then stared at her eyes. "You are a curious one..." He muttered then dropped her hand slowly. "Ask anything you like..." He said slowly not minding sharing things with her. 'why is that...' he thought and furrowed his brows a bit confused. He never felt like this with other girls. Nor did he ever bother with them if they weren't willing to give out. He shrugged though and glanced at Paris.
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Post by Paris Westbrook on Nov 1, 2013 17:12:51 GMT -5
She liked his eyes. They were different. One of them was yellow, while the other was just hazel. She smiled a little as she continued to look at them, bringing her hand through her hair before releasing it from the ponytail. She gently fluffed out the curls before looking at him again only to watch him take her hand and kiss it. Paris blushed. She couldn’t keep it down, but she did, however turn her face. "First off, My name is Shaun Westbrook...I wont say anything about your family, and I never see them so its nothing you have to worry about.....no one at this school really knows my family...so if it makes you feel better. My father is Declan Westbrook and mother is Camille Westbrook. Both death eaters." “Oh! I know of them,” she murmured, grinning a bit. He was staring at her, which made her nervous again. Stop it Paris … he’s just one boy… “ I know… and curiosity can be deadly sometimes…,” she murmured, still staring at her hand that he held. When he dropped it she let out a sigh of relief and smiled a little. “Why are they different? Were you born like that…or did someone hit you in one of them?” She asked knowing of a muggle artist who also had different colored eyes because of an accident. She slowly took a seat on the table by him and crossed her legs at the ankle, twisting some of her curls.
“ Are your … I mean are you …. “ she paused and stopped herself. She was going to ask if he did Death Eater business for them, but knew that it might be something she didn’t want to hear. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him from the table shaking her head and smiling. “ Never mind its nothing…” she murmured. “ I’m guessing you’re a Slytherin… could tell by your smirking.. isn’t it odd I’m a Gyffindor and both of my parents were Slytherins… they found it odd as hell.” She laughed softly and looked at his lips for a split second before looking back at his face. She chuckled nervously and slid off the desk.
“Uh…I should get back to my paintings here..” she said about to move past him.
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