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May 17, 2021 9:45:32 GMT -7
Post by gideon edward ollivander on May 17, 2021 9:45:32 GMT -7
Gideon was in a horrible mood after receiving his final score for a group project, he was livid with the results. With an angry sigh, he tossed the parchment with a red 'P' scrawled on top into the trash, kicking the bin on the way out of the classroom. Passing. Just passing wasn't good enough for him or his mother. Gideon never received a grade below an 'E'...well, ever. He knew his partners sabotaged him to piss him off because they were degenerates who didn't care if they passed Potions or not. Group projects were the bane of his existence. He didn't work well with others, hated over explaining when someone didn't 'get it', and he hated sharing credit with anyone more than anything.
Everyone in his path that afternoon would receive a dirty look, hell, maybe even a shove if they didn't move fast enough and were in his way. The snake wished he could encounter one person in the bloody school that wasn't an absolute git. It wasn't as if he thought he were more mature than his classmates, but some kids didn't even try.
The halls of the castle were congested with a sea of bobbing heads, bodies flying in all directions; most funneling toward the great hall for lunch. There was a sudden stall as everyone stood frozen, he was too short to see what was holding them up...there was a million shoulders obstructing his view ahead. Sighing, he bumped into the person in front of him, more by accident but he wouldn't acknowledge that because he was Mister Perfect. At first he grumbled, but his patience quickly boiled over and he went off. "Keep it moooooving you bloody cow." he jeered, not caring who's fault it was or who he was talking to.
nessa abigael byrne
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nessa abigael byrne
HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
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Jun 11, 2021 20:20:09 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Jun 11, 2021 20:20:09 GMT -7
▲ CW: Language Nessa wasn’t having a great day. Then again, she never really had what a normal person would consider a ‘great day’. There were days where she was extremely pissed off and days where she was less pissed off. Surprisingly there was a difference in the two. Hogwarts, despite having a bit more freedom than the confines of the orphanage, was still stifling and she couldn’t wait to be done with the whole thing. Requirements and rules – bullshit ways to keep kids from being kids and doing what they really wanted to do. The unfortunate part of it all was that she knew she would be screwed if she ever got kicked out and couldn’t graduate. The orphanage would give her the boot the second she hit eighteen at that point, and she wouldn’t have anything to show for herself. Working muggle fast-food was not going to cut it either. All of this was constantly circling in her head now that Nate was in his final year of school, and while she hesitated to admit that she was scared of what came after Hogwarts, she felt like her friend would be a good test subject to see how it all worked out. But that didn’t mean she was happy about it either. Dwelling on these thoughts whilst getting sucked into a crowd that was slowly crawling up the grand staircase outside the Great Hall really started to give her a headache. She wasn’t nearly imposing enough to scream and yell to get her way through, and while her personality did scare off smaller students, she looked like an angry imp most of the time. The constant shoving during the battle of the staircase had her teetering on the edge of one of the stairs, sometimes barely holding herself up by her own will, other times being propped up by whomever was behind her. She wasn’t even past the first step either, and that was what really made her angry about the whole thing. There was no order to what was going on right now. And then she felt a slightly harder push into her back – one that went just a little further than a normal bump in this sort of crowd. The follow-up, knowing that this person was calling her a ‘bloody cow’, had Nessa whipping around immediately. She was going to defend herself from that one. “The fuck did you say Ollivander?” she yelled at him as she hopped off her towering first stair and spotted her fellow Slytherin standing behind her. Of course it would be him. He was a pretentious little whelp. Literally everything she wasn’t and ever would be. His existence alone annoyed her on a regular basis and now he was asking for it. Luckily he was tiny compared to her five-foot-four, and she actually felt imposing while staring down at him. “Feel like backing that up? I bet your mummy would love to learn what earned you the two black eyes I’m going to give you,” she continued, putting her arms in front of her and pushing them at his chest. Only the students immediately around them had sort of noticed what had happened, but she had no problem making a scene if it got the point across to Ollivander. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jun 15, 2021 9:04:05 GMT -7
Post by gideon edward ollivander on Jun 15, 2021 9:04:05 GMT -7
Gideon knew he shouldn’t do it. There was a voice in the back of his head that told him that it wouldn’t be a good idea to bark up this tree - abort mission. This Tree could beat the shit out of him like the Whomping Willow. Nessa was a year older and had the look of someone who took no shit. Honestly, he didn’t realize it was her until she turned around and spoke to him, offering him a pair of black eyes. The prideful part of him couldn’t deny a challenge. The naive part of him figured she wouldn’t do it with an audience.
Suddenly there was more space around him and Nessa as students turned around or faced them to look at the commotion. She took a step down from the stair, but she was still taller. And stronger. Fuck. This was a bad idea. The older Slytherin was probably already calculating the best way to rock his world.
He took a step back when she pushed both hands into his chest, it was more of a reflex before he took a step toward her, scoffing with an eye roll. ”Fucking. Mooove.” he challenged her, pushing her hands down from him with disgust. As if some peasant had the nerve to touch him. Gideon had no clue how to fight, and a girl at that. She was at least three inches taller than him but for some reason he felt feistier than he truly was. Well, this would be interesting.
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HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
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Jul 6, 2021 21:01:33 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Jul 6, 2021 21:01:33 GMT -7
▲ The second she felt the force of his hands pushing hers away from her attempted shove, she swung with her right fist. She was already seeing red as she brought her hand back and reached out to grab at his collar to try and hold him in place with the other one. The second call for her to move out of the way was completely ignored as she tried to hit him a second time. Courtyard scuffles at the orphanage were more common when she was younger than they were as of late, but she had learned a thing or two during her time. Especially when it came from Nate. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she watched and copied. There were very few students her age or older (and even a smattering of younger ones as well) that were smaller than she was. Where she lacked in spell power or decided to not use magic since that could get messy, she made up in the ability throw hands. Striking first and fast worked in most of the fights she had gotten herself into over the years, though neither was necessary against Gideon Ollivander. He was rightfully smaller and weaker than her, and thankfully he had made a show of it before she turned around to face him. Had it been just the two of them brawling in the hallway with a few onlookers, she would probably have looked like the instigator. Hell, the professors would see it that way regardless of how much she protested. At this point it was better to get a couple quality punches in, rough Giddy up enough to make him cry to his mummy and anyone that would listen to his sob story out of pity, and take however many detentions this would award her. Even better if Professor Zabini caught her in the act. She sort of enjoyed when he got angry, because it would scare all the students in the entrance hall. They were just as guilty as she was at this point, since they could easily stop her with a stunning spell or try to pull her off of Ollivander. Apparently he was the only one that wanted a bloody nose today. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jul 13, 2021 0:13:39 GMT -7
Post by gideon edward ollivander on Jul 13, 2021 0:13:39 GMT -7
After Gideon pushed Nessa's hands down from his chest, he knew he fucked up. With a swiftness and force he wasn't expecting, Nessa punched him in the eye, hard. The younger boy staggered backwards on his feet since he was unprepared for the blow. It was quite possibly the worst pain he had ever felt in his fifteen years of existence. Or so he thought.
Nessa followed by grabbing the collar of his shirt, tugging his smaller body upwards pathetically, and punching his face again. This time hitting his nose. Immediately, his face was met with a sharp pain and the feeling of pins in his cheeks. He could have sworn he heard a crack. His nostrils started following blood and his entire face felt like hell. What was worse, he could hear people laughing and a cacophony of laughter directed toward him. There were more than enough witnesses who saw that he deserved the strikes. Many classmates wanted to do it, so Nessa was doing everyone a favor.
Gideon raised his hand to his nostrils, clutching his exploding sinuses as the taste of iron flooded into his mouth. He was stunned and barely knew how to react. Stepping away from her, "You fucking bitch! I'm not going to fight you!" he yelled at her, hoping a teacher would hear and think she was trying to fight. Gideon was willing to play the victim to make her look like she was instigating.
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HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
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Aug 19, 2021 21:31:54 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Aug 19, 2021 21:31:54 GMT -7
▲ The first swing at his face made contact, and the right hook perfectly planted in his eye socket. Should she had pulled her punch a bit? Maybe, but it was too late for that. Knowing that placement fairly well from her own experience, a black eye was inevitable, if not extreme swelling in the next couple of minutes. He was going to have trouble opening that left eye until the nurse fixed it for him. Ultimately, that was the true downfall here. Spells could be inventive and cause problems not so easily fixable; a broken nose or a swollen eye could be. And then Gideon Ollivander would be back to the way he was seconds earlier: a smug little rich bitch. Didn’t mean she couldn’t mess him up in the meantime though. And that was exactly how her second punch went. She felt the cartilage in his nose give way under her knuckles, and really it was only a glancing blow that she hit him with. The nose was fragile though, and Ollivander’s pristine one especially. There was barely any time to let go of his collar before blood was pouring out of his nostrils and all over. Good. Now she could put the house elves to work too. This was starting to become a whole school affair. She let him go though, because it honestly wasn’t worth getting her hand covered in the crimson that was spilling out. The crowd surrounding them found it funny though, and the muffled screech of him warning her about ‘not wanting to fight her’ seemed pointless at this point. She felt like she had already earned that detention. Jumping a half step towards him to try and scare him even more, Nessa sneered at the younger Slytherin. “So what was it you called me again? A bloody cow? I need to make sure before I knock out your teeth next.” Now that would actually be an accomplishment to write down. She had never knocked a tooth out that wasn’t already on its way to the tooth fairy. Some of the younger kids at the orphanage paid her their sickles to speed it up. Somehow that had never garnered any questions from the caregivers. “Come on! Say it again so everyone can hear!” she yelled at him. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Aug 24, 2021 12:21:13 GMT -7
Post by gideon edward ollivander on Aug 24, 2021 12:21:13 GMT -7
Gideon had gone too far. He knew in that moment when he realized there were so many people watching at them, the area seemingly quiet as his ears started to ring. The snake desperately hoped a teacher would come to his aid but the moving staircase wasn’t an ideal spot to be noticed. Even if there was magically more room for them now since the altercation had started. Gideon had a choice to make, be a coward and apologize or continue. Her threat of knocking his teeth out was unsettling, but he knew he had gone too far to turn back now. Luckily, magic could fix knocked out teeth and mend broken noses, although he wasn’t prepared for a world of hurt.
Warm crimson started to flood from his nostrils like a fountain, immediately staining the crisp white collar of his shirt. The snake froze, unsure how to react now. His mind was reeling. There was a chorus of “ooooo’s” from her statement all around them.
Gideon didn’t step back this time, mainly because he was about to fall up the stairs if he did. Gideon breathed from his mouth, craning his head back to look up at her. “You. Bloody. Cow.” He slowly sputtered, mentally prepared for another blow as he offered her a wide shit eating grin, blood draining into his smile like a maniac. Sometimes his pride was his biggest enemy.
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HOGWARTS ALUM MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
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Nov 26, 2021 0:36:13 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Nov 26, 2021 0:36:13 GMT -7
▲ Gideon Ollivander was stupid. Stupid rich and stupid when it came to fighting. There was a moment where Nessa truly pitied him, because it seemed there was a realization that he had right at the last second. Or maybe she was the stupid one here, being egged on by a kid half her size soaking wet that she absolutely had no trouble beating the crap out of. It hadn’t felt like a set-up, but during the brief second where she started to process what to do next, it popped into her thoughts. Hogwarts had expelled a girl the year prior for pushing someone else down a set of stairs, and Gideon was an Ollivander. They had to have some pull if they made everyone’s wands. She so desperately wanted to punch him with all the rage she had built up but that nagging voice in the back of her head kept questioning whether it was worth it at this point. His nose was broken at the very least, and while it would be a quick fix by the nurse, it was still going to hurt and his clothes were ruined for the time being. Nate probably would have wanted her to knock him out cold and humiliate him further. She was starting to think it was done. There was no way Ollivander could physically hurt her and anymore damage done would only increase her inevitable sentence of detention (or worse). Nessa nodded her head as he repeated what he called her, looking around at the faces that formed the ring they were fighting in. That seemed sufficient enough to her. “Cross me again and I’ll make sure you piss blood for a month straight. Got that?” she warned him as she got close enough to whisper the threat to him. “And if I hear you talking shit about me behind my back…” Nessa faked a punch at his face again, pulling it a few inches away so that her point would come across without doing any more lasting damage. He wasn’t worth any more of her time at this point. A professor would show up any moment now, and she was fine with the outcome. Ollivander had been warned though, and she preferred to have him scared shitless and running from her than mouthing off like the little rich prick that he was. The gratification that she felt from finally putting him in his place was unbelievable. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jan 21, 2022 10:36:21 GMT -7
Post by gideon edward ollivander on Jan 21, 2022 10:36:21 GMT -7
Giddy's world was hazy, his nose swelling like hell. The cartilage was definitely broken. Crimson filled his mouth, tasting of metal as he attempted to wipe it away on his sleeve. Fuck, this was embarrassing. How did he even get here? It was as if he was having an out of body experience. He knew what he did was wrong and now look where he was.
By Nessa's final warning, (or was that a threat?), he was expecting her to give him a final punch for good measure after daring to open his mouth again, but instead, she faked him out. Somehow, that was worse.
Gideon flinched, eyes widening at her first before she quickly retracted it. The snake mentally kicked himself as he did. His breath hitched in his throat as he said nothing, watching her with a dumbfounded intensity.
As the staircase changed, Gideon took that as his signal to leave. Staggering slightly as he regained his balance, he turned around on his heel and quickly scurried away from Nessa in the opposite direction, nearly tripping on the last step of the staircase as he did so. Fuck.
A chorus of laughter surrounded him. His eyes frantically scanned for any evacuation route away from his peers as he clutched his nose that was now spurting blood like a fountain. Gideon retreated to the boys restroom, thankful to Merlin that it was the first door closest to proximity. He only prayed that no one was in there or followed him inside.
His face felt like complete hell and he was almost too embarrassed to do anything about it.
nessa abigael byrne Gideon out! Thank you, Nessa, for doing the lords work
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Mar 12, 2022 8:49:08 GMT -7
Post by nessa abigael byrne on Mar 12, 2022 8:49:08 GMT -7
▲ Had she actually done a good thing here? The crowd somehow seemed to be on her side, which had never happened before. Then again, any sort of bullying she conducted was usually inside empty classrooms or abandoned corridors where no one would typically see it occurring. Nessa detested the word itself because she didn’t view herself as a bully. Merely a misguided individual that often spoke with her fists before her words. It wasn’t her fault that people’s faces tended to be in the way of them when she started swinging. Watching Ollivander react to her pulled punch and then scrambling away with his tail between his legs was unbelievably satisfying to see. Not to mention the laughs he received as he did so from the crowd. This was a long time coming for him, and she’d been fed up with his crap for years now. Others were probably thinking the exact same thing, but they didn’t have to get his blood on their hands like she did. Escaping from the ring unscathed was certainly going to happen, at least in the sense that she didn’t get hit back. But the sudden hush that flew over the crowd told her that a professor had finally appeared. Even if there hadn’t been a fight, one eventually would have arrived to deal with the jam that had occurred on the stairs. Of course it was Zabini, and having him be the Slytherin Head of House only made it that much worse. He didn’t even have to say anything to her, because she knew exactly what the pissed off look on his face meant. Detention. And probably a lot of them at that. “Yeah, I know,” Nessa said in response to his stern glare. She wiped off the remaining bit of Ollivander’s blood onto the inside of her cloak before following him off to his office to get her punishment. [THE END] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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