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Nov 17, 2016 7:59:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2016 7:59:21 GMT -7
Cecelia hadn't wanted to go back to the Gryffindor tower. She was worried she was going to find a party there, people rejoicing Desirae's death. There was, of course, nothing of the sort when she crept in right as curfew began, but Cecelia still couldn't feel settled. She crept up to her dormitory just long enough to grab a sweater before retreating back down to the common room. It was foolish to think that she would be able to sleep tonight. The nightmares were just going to come and haunt her, dreams of how Desi had died, how Desi was going to come back to haunt her. Cecelia shivered, and then pulled the sweater over her head. That was better - the sweater was made of cream wool knit, and it warmed her up, at least a little. Trying to stay up without a task was futile, and Cecelia had already finished all of her homework, so she invented something to do. Opening her ink pot slowly, Cecelia began to write on a piece of parchment, her handwriting slow and neat.
My name is Cecelia Rousseau. My sister Braleynn is dead. My sister Desirae killed her. My sister Desirae is dead. I killed her. I do not know who killed her. I am the only Rousseau left. I am alive. I am alive. I am alive. Cecelia didn't know how many times she wrote those words over and over and over, her quill scratching them out so many times that the sound of the strokes became just another part of her heartbeat, because Cecelia was still alive.
Thread challenge: wear a cozy knit sweater.
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Dec 7, 2016 2:20:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2016 2:20:54 GMT -7
@cecelia now was a good time to wrap presents. it was quiet, there wasn't going to be many people in the common room and he didn't have very many to wrap if he was being honest with himself. one for his siblings, one for his dad, one for his aunt and uncle and then a few for his cousins. it wasn't like he had to send emile's by mail like he would everyone elses. he grabbed the box he had everything he'd need in it, paper, strings and the most important was the actual gifts. he hummed to himself as he headed downstairs into the common room and stopped short when he was cecelia sitting there. he wasn't sure if she knew his name but since she was a prefect, he knew hers. he moved to one of the chairs and dumped the box lightly down on it before crossing to her. she might not want company but she seemed to be agitated about something, upset even. "everything okay?" he said as he walked up to her and took a glance at what she had been writing on the paper.
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Dec 25, 2016 19:27:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 19:27:43 GMT -7
Everything okay? Anger flared in Cecelia’s chest at those words, because everything was not okay. Everything was just…wrong. Everything had been wrong since April, since Braelynn had died, since she had made the Vow that had eaten her up from the inside out. She didn’t look up to see who had asked the question, just jammed her quill back into the ink pot and began scribbling more frantically, as if somehow the ink rushing onto the page would keep the blood rushing through her veins. It wasn’t working, of course it wasn’t working, and Cecelia’s breaths began catching in her throat, ragged and awful, like she had just run a marathon and then cried for an hour. She swallowed, trying to grasp a word that would help describe how everything was the opposite of okay, but eventually, Cecelia had to accept that she couldn’t. “No.” That was the only word that she could grate out, and whoever was asking was just going to have to accept that.
@alexandre
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Dec 31, 2016 10:39:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 10:39:11 GMT -7
@cecelia he got a little worried when it looked like she was going to start crying. tears made him nervous. he didn't have much of a sympathetic ear for listening to other people's problems and he really should have thought about that before he'd asked her if she was alright.“No.” he nodded his head slightly and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and he glanced around the room. he heard someone coming down the stairs behind them and he reached to grab the bag of stuff he had brought down with him. "well i hope things work out .. " he said, honestly. he did hope things worked out. he just didn't think he should be the one to sit there and listen if she felt like talking. he felt better about leaving the common room when he knew that there was now someone else in there with her. he walked back up the stairs toward his dorm, bag in his hand as he decided to wait till tomorrow to wrap the gifts.
-- eli out. you can get someone else to join if you want.
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Dec 31, 2016 13:05:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 13:05:41 GMT -7
In all honesty, Andy was ecstatic that Desirae was dead. That meant that Bay could come out of hiding sooner, and maybe even tell Cecelia that she was alive. Well, depending on what Cecelias true nature proved to be, Andy didn't know. Still, when she saw the fellow Gryffindor, Bay's twin, all alone having just been talking to Elliot but looking completely shattered, Andy wanted to go to her. It was a new thing for her, wanting to comfort someone.... but maybe it was the Braelynn she saw in her.
She crossed over, not saying anything, but instead holding out a hand to Cecelia. She didn't know what she expected the french girl to do with said hand, but she just felt it was the right thing to do. She could take it and pull herself to stand, she could take it and pull Andy to sit, she could hand Andy the paper, the pen, whatever. But, here Andy was. Offering that hand.
@cecelia (surprise haha)
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Dec 31, 2016 13:19:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 13:19:26 GMT -7
Elliott left, and Cecelia couldn’t help but feel grateful. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. Few people really could. But Elliott’s retreating footsteps were replaced with someone else’s approaching footsteps, and Cecelia looked up. Andromeda Lestrange. They had talked at the beginning of the year, in the hospital wing, but the conversation was just a blur in Cecelia’s mind. Silently, Cecelia took the offered hand. It was warm, so warm, and Cecelia was…cold, so cold. She tugged gently on Andy’s hand, inviting the other girl to sit down beside her, and slid the parchment where she had been scribbling over for the other girl to see, the frantic lines of I am alive looking unsteady to Cecelia now that she was showing them to someone new. When Cecelia opened her mouth to speak, her throat felt unspeakably dry, so she shut her mouth again, letting the parchment speak for itself and clutching Andy’s hand like a lifeline.
@lestrange
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Jan 2, 2017 11:33:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 11:33:04 GMT -7
Cecelia took her had and Andy gave Cece's cold hand a squeeze before following the tugging and moving to sit beside her. She kept hold of her hand as Cecelia slid the parchment toward her. I am alive, it read. Andy stared at it, taking in the frantic words for herself, too. She then turned back to Cecelias eyes, their hands clasped together tightly. Andy nodded, reaching her other hand over to take Cecelias other hand, so she had both of them in hers. She waited another moment, in silence, before finally speaking. "You are," Andy encouraged, giving the girls hand another squeeze, even though she was already holding on so tightly. She was afraid of their knuckles turning white due to loss of blood, but practicality could wait. "I'm sorry," she added, "talk to me." Andy couldn't help but bite down hard on her lip as the words of Bay being alive tried to burst out.
@cecelia
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Jan 2, 2017 20:20:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 20:20:42 GMT -7
She was alive. It was a strange sort of relief to hear someone confirm that, as if Cecelia had half believed herself a ghost before Andy said that she was alive. Andy was holding onto her hand tightly, which was good, because ti felt like the other girl was squeezing life back into Cecelia, bit by bit. And then she apologized, and Cecelia’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. How good of a person did you have to be, to apologize to someone who was grieving a woman that you hated? She couldn’t fathom that. When Andy invited her to talk, the first words out of Cecelia’s mouth were the ones she had been waiting to say since April, but hadn’t been able to. “Desirae made me make an Unbreakable Vow.” If there hadn’t already been enough confirmation that her sister was dead, the moment the words were out of Cecelia’s mouth, she knew that it had to be true. If Desirae hadn’t been dead, then she would’ve died for breaking the Vow. A fresh wave of grief bloomed in Cecelia’s stomach, and she bit her lip, turning to see Andy’s reaction to that revelation.
@lestrange
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Jan 9, 2017 6:39:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 6:39:55 GMT -7
Then, Cecelia said seven words that explained everything. Well, explained a lot. “Desirae made me make an Unbreakable Vow.” Andy didn't say anything at first, maybe for too long. She rushed through all the things Cecelia must have been going through. Taking the vow, while under it, not that she was free. Andy finally opened her mouth, "it's not your fault. And now you're free," Andy didn't notice, but her free hand was shaking a little.
An Unbreakable Vow was the exact sort of thing her family just loved. Hearing that it had happened to someone she knew... someone she felt she was getting close to, that was like hearing the loud reality of things crashing into her all over again. But, at the same time, Andy felt like it was a relief. Maybe to know that she wasn't the only one with that kind of family. Andy was lucky, though. She had Natalia. And Cecelia, hopefully soon, would know that she had Bay. "That must have been so hard," she said again, biting down on her lip once more.
@cecelia
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Jan 9, 2017 21:28:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 21:28:52 GMT -7
“Sh-she was our Binder.” Cecelia said, stuttering a little over the pronoun that she had said, too scared to even say Elaine's name. She took in a gasp of breath, not sure why she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe at all. The Vow was broken, it wasn’t killing her, but…but panic was. Cecelia was suddenly realizing that she had been alone in a room with the two most ruthless witches in wizarding history, and it had been a very real possibility that she wouldn’t have come out alive. She could have died but all she was thinking about was pleasing Desi. A sob ripped itself out of Cecelia’s throat, and she didn’t want to cry, and she didn’t want Andy to think that she was crying for Desirae, but Cecelia was alive. “It was so hard.” Cecelia admitted with another choked sob when Andy said that it must have been difficult for her. “Everyone is dead now, Andy.” Everyone being her sisters, who had been Cecelia’s world for so long now. “Why do I deserve to be alive?” It wasn’t like Andromeda could answer that question, and Cecelia felt bad for putting the burden of that answer on the other girl’s shoulders, but it needed to get out so that Cecelia could breathe.
@lestrange
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Jan 20, 2017 12:19:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 12:19:01 GMT -7
She. Andy froze, tensing up. Elaine. The late Desiraes best friend. Then Cece let out a sob, and Andy recognized that sound. It was like... she kept remembering that she was still there, sitll breathing, unlike others. Andy had sobbed like that. Andy reached over to wrap her arm around Cece's shoulders. Cece asked the hardest question, and Andy shook her head at first, looking down at the carpet in front of them. "There's a reason, I'm sure," she finally said, "and we'll learn that," she said, swallowing hard. There was a reason for all the pain, the death, the danger... Andy just didn't know what it was. "You just have to be willing to wait for it."
@cecelia (not even sorry XD you started it)
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Jan 21, 2017 10:11:18 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 10:11:18 GMT -7
“It would be easier if there wasn’t a reason.” Cecelia whispered. “Because then I wouldn’t have to think that there was something, somewhere, that depended on my being alive and Braelynn…not being.” It would have been easier to think that she won a lottery, that she had just been the lucky one in three who got to survive. But even though that would have been easier to believe, Cecelia knew that it just wasn’t true. She was burdened with some sort of glorious purpose…she just didn’t know what it was. “I’ve never been known for my patience.” Cecelia admitted. She was hardly a Hufflepuff in that respect. She acted on her whims, which was…dangerous. It had been curbed by Desirae and the fear of what her sister would do, but now Cecelia was sure that she was going to do anymore. She was free in more ways than one.
@lestrange (can you name the fandom switch?)
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Jan 21, 2017 21:52:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 21:52:34 GMT -7
There it was again, the mention of Braelynn, and that sharp stabbing in Andy's chest that told her she needed to break the silence about this. Desirae was dead now, right? So Bay could... well, there was still Elaine to consider. And her friends. And basically everyone Braelynn betrayed... it still wasn't safe... but was Cecelia even safe?
"Well, easy isn't always the best thing," Andy admitted, "and patience is... hard. Maybe you should just seek it out instead of waiting," she suggested softly.
@cecelia (i have NO idea)
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Jan 23, 2017 10:21:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 10:21:10 GMT -7
The easy thing wasn’t always the best thing. Wasn’t that the truth. It had been easy to follow Desirae, easy to get caught in her web, and look where that had landed Cecelia now. Andromeda suggested that she look for a reason instead of waiting for one, and Cecelia hesitated. “And what if I’m scared of what I might find?” She asked quietly. What if she didn’t deem the reason a good enough one to justify Braelynn’s death. “I don’t belong here.” Cecelia breathed. She didn’t belong in Gryffindor, because she was nothing more than a coward.
@lestrange (Avengers! "I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with a glorious purpose")
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Jan 28, 2017 8:21:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 8:21:54 GMT -7
Andy sighed, "being scared isn't..." she paused, unsure how to finish that without sounding cold. She was going to say it wasn't a good reason to give up, but she also knew that wasn't entirely true. Fear was real, Andy knew that as well as anyone. Then, Cecelia said she didn't belong there, and Andy wasn't sure quite where she meant, but she said this anyway, "belonging somewhere is your choice. No one else's. Plus, you don't have to completely fit in somewhere. Just take the pieces that serve you and cherish those," she said. It took her years to believe that, and Cece had been here at Hogwarts even less than Andy had. She could learn that, too, even if it was at the end.
@cecelia (well this conversation sounds familiar.)
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