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Apr 29, 2017 18:35:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 18:35:59 GMT -7
@jill8 By the time he finished talking, she had let go of his hand again. He was upset at his parents, their parents, for pulling this stunt when he had more important things to deal with. Why did they think that was a good idea in the first place? None of this was his or Lyla’s fault, so placing blame on her wasn’t fair in the slightest. He really wanted to check to see if there was a letter for him now, just to cement the fact that they had attempted this without either of their permission. But Lyla wanted to go with him to the carriage to see it too. She had a point, it wasn’t like they weren’t friends. He hadn’t been the one purposefully ignoring her this entire year. That was on her. Sighing again, Émile nodded his head. “Alright, fine. It’s fine if you want to join me.” He motioned with his arm that he was going to start walking. The carriage wasn’t that far away, seeing as they had run into each other halfway between there and the castle.
“Can’t promise a warm welcome from my classmates. They aren’t exactly fond of me being their champion,” Émile tried to state flatly, though he could tell it came across with a tad bit of venom. The littlest things were going to set him off now. If one of his classmates so much as made a snide joke about bringing Lyla into the carriage he’d find a way to make the rest of their time at Hogwarts a living hell. His patience was wearing thin at this point.
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May 2, 2017 13:55:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 13:55:41 GMT -7
@emile <3 His small sigh brought a smile to her face. Maybe it wouldn't be the best for Lyla to go spend time with Emile, but in her mind, if she wanted to stay friends with him, she'd have to learn to act normally. And who knows? Maybe some other guy may come along and make her forget everything about this French Champion. She doubted it but it was worth the try. Emile motioned towards the carriage, and Lyla placed her hands in her coat pockets and continued walking beside him. "Merci, though I'd hope if it wasn't fine you'd tell me, Emile. You are an honest one." She smiled.
Emile's anger worried her slightly. Not just because they didn't like him as champion, but were any of his classmates fond of him at all? Did he have any friends? She hoped so; she couldn't imagine him not. He was a genuinely good person, if you ever got to see that side of him. Cocky, yes, but if you're able to ignore it what was the big deal? "I don't need a warm welcome. I know how to take care of myself, though thank you for letting me know." Lyla gave him another smile. She wouldn't allow anyone to treat her wrong, nor would she allow anyone to treat him wrong either. He didn't deserve it.
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May 18, 2017 9:14:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 9:14:45 GMT -7
@jill8 Émile bit down on his tongue to prevent himself from telling her off again. He was too honest. It came with being better than everyone at everything. That led to those who knew him better roping him in and leading him around like this. The constant reminder that none of this was Lyla’s fault helped though. She was probably only tagging along to see what the contents of his letter were; whether or not they went into more detail than hers did, he assumed. Émile didn’t really expect his parents to put anything of substance into their letter, more than likely stating their reasoning for making the deal in the first place and that was it. He would be required to wrangle the finer details out of them if he wanted to stomp all of this out of existence as soon as possible. If they couldn’t understand his reasoning for wanting to focus on the tournament, then he’d be at a loss. They knew how important this was to him.
As they approached the carriage, Émile glanced back at Lyla. She said she didn’t need a warm welcome, but he knew she wasn’t on the same page as he was when it came to the other Beauxbatons students. They weren’t actively shooting daggers at him as he passed by in the halls or on the grounds; that time had long past. They merely all coexisted in the same space and happened to come into contact with each other occasionally. He was sure when they stepped inside, a few heads would turn but nothing would be said to him. Following the finale of the first task, Émile had become vaguely aware of their half-hearted claps for the school’s victory. But they were for the school, not for him. There was a difference there. It didn’t bug him too much, seeing as that was how school had been for the last few years. He liked to think it built character. Especially when he was the one everyone hated and wanted to be at the same time. They would never understand how great a feeling that was.
Pushing the door to the carriage open, he held it open for Lyla to step in first. That way she could see the cold glances before they returned to pretending he didn’t exist outside the tournament. At least they weren’t wrong in that regard. The tournament was his life. “Welcome,” Émile stated as the heads went back to their original positions. Apparently the introduction of Lyla wasn’t important either. Motioning with his hand again, he headed towards the mail room. “If it came in today, it should be here already.” Émile went about looking through his mailbox. It had become increasingly full as of late, mostly letters from foreign news sources asking for interview times before the next task. Those were supposed to go to his advisor, but seeing as his backed out, it was now all left up to him. After a few seconds of flipping through the contents of his mailbox, Émile turned back to face Lyla. “Doesn’t look like it’s in yet. Most likely be in tomorrow morning.”
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May 19, 2017 18:21:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 18:21:01 GMT -7
@emile <3 Emile didn't speak much more, and Lyla decided to keep her mouth shut for now. If Emile was truly that upset or angry about it he'd say something; that's who he was and what he did so it was no shock to her that he may not want to talk to her at that moment. There was a lot going on, and it didn't help that this was added onto it. She silently wondered what may have happened had she just let him read his own letter. It most likely would've been worse. Lyla couldn't imagine walking around the school, avoiding Emile even more with this big secret. For a moment she imagined him chasing after her through the school and she smiled slightly, but then he opened the door to the carriage and her expression became somber.
Those who had been inside had given a short glance to the two blondes, not paying much attention after Emile's simple word. The silence irked her, and if Lyla wasn't already concerned about her relationship with Emile, she may have said something to these brats that he lived with. They shouldn't have any issue with her, other than the fact that she was currently with their champion who they all disliked. Either way, she ignored them just the same and followed Emile into this mail room he mentioned. The inside of the carriage was beautiful, and she took her time glancing here and there at everything. He was flipping though the letters and eventually looked back at Lyla. "I'm sorry it isn't here. I have the one from my parents...if you'd like to read it. I'm sure yours may be different." She immediately reached into her pocket, rubbing the paper gently before pulling it out.
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Jun 14, 2017 19:44:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2017 19:44:42 GMT -7
@jill8 Émile watched her look around the mail room as he finished his sentence. He could take a guess at what she was thinking about. The immaculate cleanliness and overall spectacle of the carriage was far different from the castle. He had been in the same position when he first entered Hogwarts. The old feeling to it, the cold and stone, was vastly different from Beauxbatons, and he was just now starting to see the warmness to it. Apparently the common rooms that the students lived in were exceptionally homely. He hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing any of them first hand, though that could change any day now. Still, he was positive that the carriage was on a whole different level from these common rooms. At her offer to show the letter from her parents, Émile hesitated slightly. Obviously it would contain similar content to the one that his parents would send, but it was still Lyla’s personal letter. Clearly she trusted him more than he had initially realized. At first, he almost took the offer as a way to prove that this engagement thing was actually real. He knew that already, but the fact that she was so ready to show him threw him off guard. Still, this was Lyla. “No, it’s fine. Like I said, will probably be here tomorrow,” Émile watched as she pulled the letter all the way out of her pocket. His hand moved automatically to grab onto a corner of it, but he didn’t take it. “You sure it’s fine if I look at it?”[OOC: yeah this post is trash. i blame the 15k words i typed for him in the second task]
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Jul 20, 2017 15:03:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2017 15:03:52 GMT -7
@emile OOC: No worries, I've tried writing a post for this multiple times and each time I post it, it disappears and I got angry. >.< So I apologize for taking so long! <3 That was very correct. This was completely different from what she's ever experienced at Hogwarts. If anything, it looked more similar to her own home than the place she stayed more often than anything else! Sometimes Lyla was curious what she'd be like had she gone to Beauxbatons with her siblings like her mother did. If she'd be any different than she was now, or have any different dreams. She'd probably had gotten over Emile much quicker, being around him all of the time and all. Smiling to herself, she shook her head with a small laugh.
Emile's response was expected, so Lyla nodded. He seemed unsure of himself, so she kept her hand on the letter for a few moments. She saw him move, only an inch, but he had stopped just as quickly. Her eyes became larger, but she laughed once more as he questioned her. "Of course, Emile. There's nothing too personal in there." She smiled genuinely. As much as her feelings for him impacted her life, she didn't want this. Lyla got the feeling he thought differently, but she truly didn't. Being forced into something where neither of them would be happy, would cause a life of pain and hatred. Lyla didn't want to hate Emile, she wanted to stay friends. "Here."
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Jul 26, 2017 14:16:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 14:16:41 GMT -7
@jill8 He knew that she would let him look at the letter, even if there was something personal in it. That was just who she was. Still, there was something wrong with not being patient enough to get his parent’s side of things in their letter. All he had to do was wait for the post to come tomorrow, or the day after, should it take that long. If only it were that easy. Émile wanted to be able to carefully craft his response back, indicating that he had neither the time, nor the patience to worry about an arranged marriage. Knowing Lyla’s parents, they were probably giddy about the whole thing. They had always liked him, after all. Getting along with two of their children helped with that. And anyways, it was hard to dislike him without good reason, though plenty of people still did.
Swallowing, he continued his earlier motion, reaching for the corner of the letter. Unfolding it felt like an eternity, but most things that mattered usually felt like that. More recently, he had this same feeling right before the first task started. The sense of urgency, but also knowing that he was correct in his methodology. He was correct, right? Shaking his head ever so slightly, Émile finished opening the letter, quickly scanning over the words. The first few paragraphs consisted of the typical jargon that parents felt obligated to write. His always did, pretending that they care about him past his studies and his progress in the tournament. They were much more intent in watching his siblings succeed than they were with him. It was funny because so far he was turning out to be better than either of them ever would be on their own.
Then he got to the last few paragraphs, and that was where all the important stuff was. It read exactly how he imagined it to be. Reading over it a few times, making sure he had it all in his head, he folded the letter back up and returned it to Lyla. “At least now I know that your parents are serious about it,” he sighed. “I’ll find you once I get the one from mine and we can talk about it again. Sound good?” This had become far more than he expected to be. The contents of Lyla’s letter made it seem like they were hell bent on getting the two of them to marry. Émile had little hope for the letter his parents were sending him.
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Jul 26, 2017 14:48:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 14:48:20 GMT -7
@emile <3 The blonde Beauxbatons boy didn't take long in reading the letter. Lyla wondered if he actually read it all, or skimmed it, or even read it multiple times to make sure he had gotten everything. She knew she'd probably have done the latter, but either way, as long as Emile knew what her parents were thinking that's what was important. Lyla wanted him to know she didn't agree with it at all, but she had a feeling he wouldn't believe her until her reaction after the wedding would be cancelled. Having Emile as a friend was enough for her, and Lyla was trying to work on letting her feelings go, maybe allowing them to find someone else. Maybe doing so would make this process easier with the two of them partnering together to stop it all.
Emile folded it back up and handed it to her, and she smiled as she placed it back into her jean pocket. She nodded slowly, "Unfortunately, they are." Her voice was quiet, only loud enough for him to hear. Lyla looked back up as he spoke again, her facial expression stone like. Lyla bit her lip and blinked, nodding once more. "Yeah, that sounds good." She figured it was time for her to go, so she turned around to push open the door to the carriage, but looked back at him once more. "I'm sorry, Emile."
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Jul 26, 2017 15:45:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 15:45:08 GMT -7
@jill8 The letter explained why Lyla had been frantic looking when she first found him. This wasn’t the casual drunk conversation that their parents had about getting the two of them together; those had happened before, so he thought this was just another one, albeit slightly more serious. The letter said differently, and what he knew was already going to be a difficult letter to put together now became that much harder to do. There had been thought put into this. Émile had always thought Lyla’s parents were the more lenient of the two, and the way they had written to her only meant that his were very, very intent on their plans falling into place. Maybe in a different time or place it would work, but right now he was content with where he was at. It all circled back to the fact that he didn’t need this happening in the middle of the tournament. They should have known better. She nodded her head as he explained that he’d find her again once there was a letter from his parents. That was all that they could do at this point. If he received it tomorrow, then he would spend a day or two trying to figure out how to go from there. This took the two of them to pull off. He had been set up with marriage proposals before and thankfully been able to back out, though they were also never this serious to begin with. “Don’t be. It’s nothing we can control,” he said as she walked towards the door. It really wasn’t. This was what happened when adults thought they knew what was best for their children. They could never understand all of it. [THE END?]
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