grey xavier slater
HOGWARTS ALUM DAILY PROPHET QUIDDITCH REPORTER
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Feb 18, 2018 13:27:10 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Feb 18, 2018 13:27:10 GMT -7
@cecelia He let out a groan, head slumping back into his seat cushion as Cecelia said he would still have to run. Eventually he would have to get used to it, especially with her. She said it herself, she didn’t wait for people to sweep her off her feet. Apparently his constant annoyance over the last year was a decent replacement for that; being threatened with detentions over and over again but never receiving one was a fun game to play, always pushing the limits a little more each time. “Do you get a head-start, or do we go at the same time? Because that makes a difference you know,” he grinned. If they were going to talk figuratively, he might as well get the best chances of catching her as he could. He knew that he was already winning anyways. A conversation like this wouldn’t happen if he wasn’t.
“Same goes for them. The way they act is immature, always trying to place pressure on us be better than one another.” Grey was unsure if that was true for Addi, since she was the youngest, but they had certainly tried to hammer into his head that he needed to follow in Claire’s footsteps. It was because they were so similar, that their parents thought they could clone him into being the same thing she was – their perfect puppet, ready to do what they asked of her. She had told him months ago that she disliked it as well, but didn’t know what else to do other than listen to what they wanted. Being independent and thinking for herself was a good place to start. “I’d rather tell my sisters first, to be honest. Even with how things are, I think they still understand me better than they let on,” he frowned. At Cecelia’s comment about her parents trying to marry her off, he had a brief moment where there was a knot in his throat, the feeling that accompanied an awful thought like that. “No offense, but the old generation of pureblood families need to start understanding that those kinds of things don’t work anymore. They can sod off if they try to pull that with me around.” He was sure in certain situations that could come across in the wrong manner; he had no experience to speak of since he wasn’t a pureblood, his family held zero political power, and he wasn’t filthy rich either. But he also knew that he wasn’t wrong about it.
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Mar 18, 2018 16:08:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 16:08:04 GMT -7
Cecelia rolled her eyes when Grey asked if she got a head-start or if they got to run at the same time. “I get a head-start, of course.” She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder in the poshest way she could manage. She was sure that Grey was faster than her, so the chase would be short indeed if they went at the same time as each other. It was already going to be painfully short, since it had already happened.
The Gryffindor listened intently as her boyfriend explained that his parents acted immaturely, constantly pressuring their children to compete with each other. That didn’t sound like a fun existence whatsoever… though it was interesting that his sisters somehow understood him despite their upbringing pitting the siblings against each other. Maybe it was because of the constant competition, instead of in spite of it. Cece still wondered what it would mean for her relationship with Grey if (or when?) he told his sisters about her.
Grey said that the old generation of purebloods needed to understand that the betrothals didn’t work, and Cecelia blinked. Maybe he just wasn’t aware of how many betrothals did go through. Braelynn’s would have, if she hadn’t died. If her parents had ever found someone for her, she probably would have married them, too. But trying to marry Cecelia to a pureblood family was difficult, especially given her tendency to be overly headstrong. Cecelia shrugged at Grey’s comment about her parents sodding off if they tried to marry her off with him around. “If I was going to get betrothed, it probably would have happened by now. Once you’re out of school, it’s a lot harder to force you to fall in love with someone.” Hogwarts was an excellent way to make unsuspecting teenagers go along with their betrothals, because they were likely around their betrothed constantly, and that could foster friendship, if not love. Cecelia blinked, wondering whether or not it was wise to mention her history of almost-marriages. “Émile Chevalier and I were possibly going to be betrothed. I don’t know why our parents stopped that talk.” She had a feeling it had something to do with the fact that, even at a young age, Émile had had an ego big enough for five people. Even if they didn’t care for her in the way that typical parents did, Cecelia’s mother and father wouldn’t have wanted her to spend her life with someone who thought that he was the prettiest person in any room. Now no one would have to deal with that, though the thought of Émile dying did leave Cecelia with a strange pit in her stomach. She had tried not to think too much about everyone who had been lost, because that was what she always did when there was death in the air – ignoring it was easier than giving into the emotions surrounding it.
grey xavier slater
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grey xavier slater
HOGWARTS ALUM DAILY PROPHET QUIDDITCH REPORTER
696 posts
played by Colin
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last online May 4, 2024 18:30:40 GMT -7
WIZARDING ADULT
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Apr 15, 2018 17:59:19 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Apr 15, 2018 17:59:19 GMT -7
@cecelia Grey leaned back even further into his seat than he already was, letting out a dramatic breath as she said she got a head-start. “I mean…” he started, trying not to laugh at the way she flipped her hair. “Yeah, you can have a head-start I guess.” So running it was. As long as it didn’t physically happen, he was fine with that, not that he wouldn’t run after her if it ever came to that. While it had only been a few months, he was pretty set in his ways already. Good old Gryffindor stubbornness was to thank for that. Worrying about winning when he had already won wasn’t really his thing either. Joking about it like this was though.
The discussion from his siblings had shifted to her potential betrothal at one point in time, something Grey had figured had happened at one point, though hadn’t expected it to be with the former Beauxbatons champion. That guy was…well, Grey hadn’t like him from the start, during their initial interview after the champions were chosen, so it was no wonder that the French boy was still coming up even after he was dead. His arrogance and need to be in the spotlight was superseding death itself. It was rather unbelievable, actually. “I think you lucked out with that one,” Grey said, trying to hide that he was perplexed by the idea of Cecelia with Émile Chevalier. That didn’t seem to work in his head, no matter how he tried to imagine it. Sure, they were pureblooded and rich, but that was it. He had said it already himself, betrothals didn’t work anymore in this environment. And yet here they were, talking about one she had almost been put into. “Is it really considered love if you’re forced into though? That doesn’t sound like a fulfilling life to me.” If that was even what they were about in the first place. He wasn’t stupid, he knew it was to maintain bloodlines as well. Grey let out another deep sigh. Why was he letting this get to him? Chevalier was dead, and he was dating Cecelia. The looming presence of her parents did scare him a bit, but she had made it clear that they couldn’t stop her from making the choices she wanted. “Well, regardless, I’m glad they stopped those talks. I could barely stand a twenty minute interview with him, so I don’t know how anyone could spend their whole life like that.” The whole world had been saved by Chevalier’s self-centeredness, even at the cost of other’s lives. There was one grim bonus to all of that.
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