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Post by DAHLIA LOUISE NOTT on Jan 27, 2014 0:47:51 GMT -5
 The tears fell slowly down her flushed cheeks as she hit the solid ground. Her hands trembling as she had brought them quickly to her eyes- Dahlia couldn't take it anymore. The stress at home had seemed to follow her to school. Removing her hands, she quickly reacued into yet pocket and withdrew a small letter that her father had sent much earlier in the day. His words hit her like a ton of bricks as she found that he knew about her relations with a werewolf-they were angry. It was probably best that he hadn't sent her a howler fot she could hear him already; 'We will be discussing your misbehavior as soon as possible. We will not allow you to run around with any sort of creature.' Dahlia didn't see Greybacks as creatures or animals. She had seen them as something more than that- she had seen them as human. Just as she was. But there was not talking to the man-he was insane. His beliefs were ancient. --Quickly, she crumpled the paper and tossed it out towards the lake. Dahlia wanted for him to just disappear-she couldn't handle the stress and abuse anymore. One wrongive and she had a moment of pain to look forward to. Her mother was too selfish to help her own children and decided it was best if she stayed out of it and allowed the constant abuse. Anything to keep the spotlight off of her and save herself of an argument; yes, a simple argument. "I can't do this anymore." Slowly, she pulled her legs towards her chest burying her face within her knees. The tears were contracting. Hopefully no one would see her like this- usually she was full of spunk and laughter. Always laughing.... Always. Now, she was in fear of trouble.
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Post by OPHELIA JULIETTE NOTT on Jan 27, 2014 16:14:45 GMT -5
  Tempting. Bashing her head on the wall was completely tempting. Her father was an…Honestly, the words that came to her head were none too polite. Love wasn't plentiful in her household. Obviously, there were favorites and Ophelia wasn't one of them. She may as well be the least-loved. Her beliefs and choices were never up to the Nott family code. The thing was she didn't want it to be. It was all completely stupid. There was nothing to hate or fear. Her father needed to realize that. She was never going to be that perfect little princess. She was just Ophelia. Plain ol' Ophelia. She wasn't going to wait around in a tower waiting for her betrothed to rescue her. She was going outside of the world and defend herself. She didn't give a damn if her father was planning to set her up with someone. That was the sad fact. She just didn't care about his thoughts anymore. Dahlia did, however. That was the only thing that was keeping her from running away.
If it wasn't for Dahlia, she'd have run off. She couldn't take all the lectures and disappointed looks. She knew for a fact that not everyone's parents were like this. Parents. That word bothered her to no end. All her life it was always father said this, father said that. There was never a mother in anything. Sure, she had one but her mother was of no use. She cared only for the pretty things in life. Ophelia was just another one of those kids that she gave birth to. Other than that, Charlotte Nott did nothing. Her job was done. She had given her husband a son and four girls. What more could a wife do? Well, there were plenty of things that came to her head but her mother was most certainly not doing any of it.
Ophelia let out a sigh and kicked the ground. It was too bright outside but the castle felt like a cage to her. She needed to get out leave. She needed to escape. Her blue eyes scanned the horizon. There were students laughing and enjoying a good time. Tears nearly threatened to spill. Just when did her life become like this? Ophelia sniffed, trying to hold the tears in. Almost instantly, her eyes caught sight of a figure that suspiciously looked like her sister. Running, she saw that it was her sister. She was…crying. Ophelia slowed down her pace when she drew closer to her best friend and sibling. "Dahlia," she whispered. "What's wrong?" Still, she knew the answer before her sister could give it to her. It was their father. Who else could give the bright and shining Dahlia grief?
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Post by DAHLIA LOUISE NOTT on Feb 10, 2014 15:05:24 GMT -5
She couldn't move. His words, so simple; yet, her fathers words were horrifying. How? How could he have found out about she and Alaric Greyback? It was an absolute nightmare- and she knew damn well he would have found out sooner or later! There was no hiding anything from that man and she didn't quite understand how he found things out. Her sisters knew better than to run their mouths to Theodore. No matter what, they would manage to find a way to be scolded even if it had been telling the truth. It was a loosing battle with the man they forcefully called father. The man that was supposed to be there for his children and failed in doing so. If he had only spent more time with them, loved them, cared for them - instead of more interested in blood purity and how to mentally and physically abuse his own children.
Her sobs grew shorter as she heard a familiar voice come from behind her. Instantly, Dahlia picked her head up from her knees to glance at the familiar voice. "Ohh, Ophelia!" Quickly she scrambled to her feet running to embrace her sibling in a tight hug. Her fingers wrapped around one another as she had refused to let her go. "I am so glad you're here..." She spoke in a hushed tone before slowly easing herself back - pushing her hair to the side, she moved back to the crumpled up piece of paper not wishing to unfold it. "He knows - someone told him about Alaric and I." The bottom of her chin quivered as she held out the wad of paper. Her hands slightly trembling with fear. "He'll kill me..." Dahlia's sobs came a little heavier as she thought of what was yet to come. There wasn't much her sister could do, but she wanted her to know. She needed that shoulder to cry on- that stability. And Ophelia was the only person that could give it to her. Everything they had gone through, it was together-- the abuse, the lashings, being pushed to do things they didn't want to do; Through it all, Dahlia and Ophelia were the closest. Fighting against a never ending battle with their delusional family. Tying into their family lies and expectations. Enough was enough.
"When will this man ever leave us alone and allow us to see who we want. The blood thing is killing me... The ninety's are over and yet he still follows it all..." She shook her head, unsure of what else to do. The holidays were just around the corner and she already dreaded the though of even returning to the Nott home. "Has Theodore sent anything to you, lately?"
Ooc: ahhhh forgive my blah post! It will get better!
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