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Feb 13, 2017 17:55:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 17:55:59 GMT -7
@emile <3 This was terrible.
Artemis had no other way to explain it. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to tell him? Oh, he was going to be furious. This was not what she planned her day to go like, or the first time she saw him in almost a year. Artemis had no idea what she was going to say, all she knew was that Emile Chevalier was not going to enjoy her presence for this particular matter. How could their parents do this? Why would they do this? It was like both her mother and father, and Emile's mother and father were trying to torture the two of them. More so her.
It wasn't going to happen, that was for sure. Lyla was having mixed feelings about the entire situation, and trying to keep her emotions in check. She had to, otherwise Emile would know something was wrong; he knew her better than almost anyone, and she had to be careful. It was fairly late in the afternoon, right before dinner time. She left the castle and slowly walked towards the Beauxbatons Carriage. She doubted Emile would be inside Hogwarts; he had to be in his room. Lyla was just trying to figure out what she was going to tell him, but this wasn't something that was difficult to say. She was just having a small breakdown.
In fact, Artemis' breakdown was so large, that as soon as she saw the carriage, she turned on her heel and quickly began walking back towards the castle. This could wait. His own parents could tell him, not her.
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Feb 14, 2017 21:04:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 21:04:24 GMT -7
@jill8 Émile was pleasantly surprised by that night’s dinner. There hadn’t been too many times since during his adventures at Hogwarts that he could say that. The other instances being the size and quantity of quality books in their library, and the freedom to fly on the Quidditch pitch when practices weren’t being held on it. Had he been asked the first day there if he thought there was anything impressive about the school, he would have been hard pressed to not scoff at the mere thought of it. The classes were decent as well, but Beauxbatons was still far superior on the education standards. Émile had stopped for a quick talk with some of the students that he managed to have a pick up Quidditch game a few days earlier, before leaving the castle to head back down to the carriage. They had been semi-decent players, but the pointers he gave them on how to be better made sense to them. Most were sharp and smart enough to learn, though the one was rather dull. There was a reason he was a beater after all. Probably been hit in the head numerous times by a bludger. Maybe even repeatedly. Poor guy.
After leaving the castle, Émile strolled down the front steps. It was still quite cold out, but it was bearable. His parents did have a property in the Alps after all, so he was quite used to cold winters. It paid to be rich sometimes. Scratch that, it paid to be rich all the time. Cold aside, he could see quite a few of his classmates heading up to dinner. A few small waves from some, Émile knew it was only out of necessity. There was a reason he had gone to get dinner right when it was set out. Avoiding those awkward situations was kind of a habit now. Plus he got the carriage to himself for a good while as they all ate. Continuing his walk down the hill, he spotted a face that he hadn’t seen in a long time; Lyla. They had talked to each other through letters of course, but not in person. From his position, it looked like she hadn’t noticed him yet. Stepping in front of her, he reached out to place his hands on her shoulders, hoping that she would stop. “That makes me wonder…were you looking for me?”
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Feb 18, 2017 18:03:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 18:03:24 GMT -7
@emile <3 She was walking back up the hill. And unfortunately, he was walking down. Meaning, he hadn't been in the Carriage. He had been in the school. And Lyla had completely gotten it all wrong. Lyla gasped at the feeling of hands on her shoulders, and her eyes immediately looked up into the eyes of Emile Chevalier, the one person she had actually planned to see. Artemis took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Seeing him in front of her made her mouth go dry, and she couldn't speak.
So she nodded. And thoughts jumbled in her brain and Lyla wasn't sure how to speak, what to say, or what to do. "I-I...Yes." Even his hands on her shoulders wanted to make her shiver. Lyla sort of just wanted him to push her so she could run away and not have to say anything more. She hadn't imagined that her next meeting with Emile was going to be one of anger and distraught; she had hoped it would've been happy and moving forward.
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Feb 20, 2017 10:47:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 10:47:13 GMT -7
@jill8 Oh this was interesting. This was very, very interesting. The letters were one thing, but actively coming to see him during her free time? Émile couldn’t contain the grin that was forming on his face. What on earth was she doing? Apparently the letters were a false indication of what dear little Lyla actually wanted to do, which was see him. Months of avoidance for what? Poor tortured soul. For a second, Émile actually felt bad for her. He knew exactly what had happened between them, albeit was only given the real details a few years after by her brother. What she had thought was a thing was most definitely not a thing and she had beaten herself up over the fact that he had never seen it that way. It was too late now though, but it was still fun to watch all of this come to fruition. Might make him look like an ass, but what didn’t these days?
Émile was slow to remove his hand from her shoulders. This was his game to play now, especially since she had placed herself in his territory. It looked like confronting her was enough to push her to her limits though, already baffled by him appearing out of nowhere. “Well, I’m honored.” He said softly. There was no reason to hold back now. “So what brings you all the way out here Lyla? Can’t be to just say hello. Something more…important maybe?” Émile had absolutely no idea what he was leading on with, but cutting to the chase was so fun to do. It would be great if she took the option of coming down here just to say hi and then leave. He loved it when they did that because it was so obvious that it was definitely not their real intention.
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Feb 20, 2017 11:06:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 11:06:01 GMT -7
@emile <3 The feeling of his hands slowly moving off her shoulders made her shiver, her eyes closing. Lyla swallowed hard, hoping that when she opened her eyes, Emile would be gone. And unfortunately enough, he was still there, smirking at her with his gorgeous lips. She knew he was trying to tease her, that was what he did. That is who Emile is. And Lyla fell for it every time, no matter how hard Simone tried to tell her not to. Emile was always too much for her, but he had something about him that continued to pull her back into his grasp, wanting him more and more.
He questioned her presence, and Lyla bit her lip. Looking at him, he looked so amused and happy, she'd hate to be the one to ruin that for him. Lyla would hate for Emile to think it was her fault for this happening. "I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you, Emile." Her voice was quiet, and filled with sorrow, yet she wasn't sure Emile would realize how serious this all was. Whether he did or not, he would soon.
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Feb 20, 2017 11:28:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 11:28:56 GMT -7
@jill8 Upon requesting why she was there, Émile noticed the visible change in her demeanor. That was…strange to say the least. He could understand the shock of him suddenly being there to last for a little while, but to look like that when he asked why she was there – that was something else entirely different. He tried not to be worried about things because that was a waste of time that could be spent doing something productive. Yet here was Lyla acting as if the world had ended. The first thing his mind had jumped to was that someone had died. That was a very plausible and reasonable thing to think under these circumstances, especially considering that she said she shouldn’t be the one to tell him. Who was then? She couldn’t just leave him hanging like that, wondering what had happened. That was the ultimate tease, even if it was over something potentially sad and depressing.
Émile fidgeted slightly where he was, crossing his arms to observe her more. Unless she was in shock over someone dying, this wasn’t exactly how he imagined someone that was grieving would be acting. Still, everyone was different after all. “Then who is?” He stated, a little harsher than he had actually intended. He really wanted to know what all this was about now. “You’re right here Lyla, I don’t see any reason why you can’t tell me what this is about. We’re friends for a reason.” For some reason, he knew calling her his friend would get her to say something. That’s just the way she was. He thought this was going to be a fun little game was actually starting to tick him off now. He wasn’t angry at her per say, but leading him up to something like this and leaving him there without saying anything else wasn’t right, considering how far they went back. “We are friends right?”
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Feb 20, 2017 18:02:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2017 18:02:58 GMT -7
@emile <3 Emile moved around, crossing his arms and studying her. She became very self conscious, and her hands grabbed her upper arms as if she was hugging herself. Lyla took in a deep breath, her eyes looking from Emile's and ending at his chest. Having him stare at her was weird, and as much as she used to like it, now it was just unusual. When he spoke again, Lyla's facial expression became sharper and she ended up looking back into his eyes. "Don't speak to me like that, Emile. This is hard enough as it is." She spat out angrily. There were times where Lyla was shy and in love, and other's where she wouldn't take anyone's crap. Not even Emile Chevalier.
"Yes, we are friends, Emile. But your parents should be the one to tell you, just as mine told me." Her voice was quieter, but had the same strong tone. Lyla leaned her head back as she took a breath and shut her eyes for a moment. This is what she had been preparing for all day. It wasn't like there was any better time to do it. Finally, Lyla looked back at Emile, her expression blank. "My father sent an owl yesterday. They've...my parents, and yours, they've arranged a marriage...between us."
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Feb 25, 2017 13:06:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 13:06:28 GMT -7
@jill8 Émile hadn’t expected her to snap back at him. That was surely a new thing with her. She actually had some bite now. Or maybe she always had it, and simply held back when around him. Her brother had mentioned this a few times, but Émile had never seen it in person until now. Apparently whatever it was that she knew was far worse than he could have anticipated, especially to be able to have her on edge like this. Then again, it had been a while since they had seen each other. There was always the possibility that this was what Lyla was like at school, Émile only ever being graced with her presence in a more relaxed environment. Holding up his hands to show that he wasn’t going to press her like that again, he let them fall to his side. There weren’t many times where he was caught off guard, but this was one of them. His parents should tell him and not her? That statement was far quieter than her last one, not so much an outburst as it was a whisper. He could tell that there was a mental debate going on in her head just from the way her face looked. Whatever this was about, it couldn’t be that bad. Then she finally looked at him and explained it. An arranged marriage. Émile stared back at her, not saying anything at first. A what? What exactly made his parents think that he wanted that? They had always been accommodating to what he wanted to do, so throwing this curveball was completely out of the ordinary. Shaking his head slowly, he laughed a little bit. “This is going to suck bursting their little bubble, but that’s not going to happen.” It wasn’t so much that he was opposed to marrying Lyla, more so that he wanted to make that decision himself if it ever came to that. Plus there was the other problem at hand: he already had Ripley. Sure, the adults could conclude that was all a school romance and nothing more than that, but deciding for him completely disregarded what he wanted to do. Plus, was now really a good time for this? He had the tournament to worry about, and Lyla had school. “I should get back to the carriage to see if I have a letter as well. I need to tell them that I’m calling it off immediately, whether they like it or not.”[OOC: go ahead and stop him. I'm not trying to end it yet hahaha]
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Mar 4, 2017 19:27:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2017 19:27:42 GMT -7
@emile <3 If Lyla was honest, she felt kind of bad about snapping at him. Emile was an arrogant ass, everyone knew that. But Lyla had never really taken it personally before. She knew that was just how he was and who he was, and having him speak that way to her had become a normalcy in her household. Though, as she was so stressed out and worried about his reaction, she couldn't help but snap back. Emile was even shocked, his facial expression showing his surprise at her tone of voice.
After Lyla spoke, her widened eyes stared at Emile, awaiting his reaction. Not that she expected anything good, but her anxiety was through the roof and she was so worried about what he was going to say. If anything, it was slow and....very unexpected. Lyla's eyebrows scrunched together, and she gave him a look on confusion. He was laughing. Laughing? What was funny about this? It was as if Artemis had frozen in her spot at his words. His own letter? Calling it off? She wasn't sure it was all that easy. Emile had gotten a good few feet ahead of her before she reacted, and immediately ran after him, grabbing his upper arm. "Emile, wait. You can't just leave! We have to figure this out...together. I don't-I can try to help call it off."
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Mar 11, 2017 21:48:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2017 21:48:17 GMT -7
@jill8 This was silly and absurd. There was no reason that their parents could make such a decision without consulting either of them first. Not only that, but they weren’t taking his wishes into consideration, which to him, was the ultimate betrayal of his trust. He had a lot on his plate already with the tournament and suddenly dropping this bomb on him was completely uncalled for. They knew exactly what kind of head state he needed to be in for the tasks. Last task he had been slightly too cocky, and that resulted in the Hogwarts girl being very close behind him at the finish. Obviously time didn’t mean anything because he came in first, but who was to say the second task wasn’t going to be time based? Being distracted with something as trivial as this wasn’t going to work. He needed to stamp it out right now, and if they were persistent with it after the year was done with, then maybe he’d revisit it. If Ripley was still in his life at that point though, nothing would change from now until then.
Émile had only made it a few feet before he felt a hand on his arm. No she did not. Turning back around to face Lyla, he stopped in his tracks. She thought that they should figure it out together. Weren’t they in the exact same position here? Working together only meant sending letters back to their parents stating that they didn’t want this marriage and that was that. No more, no less. Unless Lyla actually wanted this. Émile shook his head at the thought, knowing how ridiculous that was. But the more he dwelled on it, the more that actually made sense. Why on earth would she stop him right now if that wasn’t it? “You want this to happen don’t you?” Émile stated flatly. There was no way he was right, but there wasn’t any reason not to ask the question. A simple yes or no answer was all he needed after all.
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Mar 12, 2017 15:57:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 15:57:40 GMT -7
@emile <3 When he turned around, Lyla calmed down slightly. He didn't look angry...at least not with her. He looked somewhat confused and not sure where to go from here, but Lyla wanted him to speak first. She had already said what she felt, and what she'd try to do to help. She felt bad, and this was exactly why she didn't want to tell him. Emile was in his last year of school, and he had this crazy tournament to worry about. Not only that, but from their letters a few weeks ago, he made it very clear he had a girlfriend.
When he spoke, Lyla couldn't help but sigh. She knew he'd think that, and with good reason. As she thought about it, though, Lyla realized no, she didn't want it. "Emile, you know me better than anyone...other than Apollo. I wouldn't put myself in a lifelong situation where the other person was unhappy." She swallowed nervously, sadness overcoming her. "So no, I don't want this to happen. If things were different, and you felt the same...maybe. But this way, no. Neither of us would be happy."
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Mar 23, 2017 23:57:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2017 23:57:21 GMT -7
@jill8 She wasn’t wrong. He did know her better than almost anyone else. But that wasn’t the point here. He knew how she was his friend’s sister, not as a potential spouse, or a possible betrothed. If becoming the Beauxbatons champion had taught him anything over the last few months, it was that people changed how they acted around you when you had unimaginable power and potential. He desperately wished that was his own arrogance speaking for him, but it wasn’t so. Students from his own school; those that he had spent the last seven years learning with and the same people that didn’t like him, were suddenly trying to be his friend. They had given up that chance years ago. Émile didn’t care about their silly offers of friendship because he only needed the few friends he had, the ones that had been loyal to him, and he to them. That was why he didn’t believe Lyla when she said she wouldn’t put herself in a lifelong situation with him if he was going to be happy. People changed, and if ones he didn’t care about could, then those that he did could as well.
There may have been some truth to it, but it didn’t hide the fact that she was still happy about all of it. She was right in that one sense; if things were different, maybe. If he wasn’t a champion, maybe he wouldn’t have drawn the interest of Ripley and this arraigned marriage wouldn’t have sounded like such a bad idea. It certainly would have given him something to do for the remainder of the school year. Those were what ifs; hypotheticals. Émile was a champion, and in first place too. He was seeing a former champion’s daughter as well, and that most certainly drew attention and jealousy from all corners. “As long as you understand that, then it’ll be easy to convince our parents that it’s not going to happen.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but everything happens for a reason. And right now I need to focus on more important things. I can’t juggle this on top of the tournament. If they want to fight about it, I need them to hold off until this is all over. Then we can talk about it again.” He winced slightly at the last sentence, knowing that it sounded like he would actually consider all of it. It was more that he wanted to test the waters for a few more months, win the tournament, and see what he landed himself following graduation. Then these silly fantastical marriage games could be played.
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Mar 26, 2017 15:47:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2017 15:47:16 GMT -7
@emile <3 "I understand that and I believe it." She snapped. Lyla glared at Emile, anger rushing through her. She hated that he acted this way with her. Always so guarded and unsure about her. The both of them agreed that he knew her better than most people and if he didn't think she believed that then they must be wrong. Normally Lyla was easy going with Emile and tried her hardest to be understanding, but this thing with her parents and marriage had set her over the top. Yes, she still had feelings for him. But he was with someone else, and she was trying to focus on school and him on the tournament. Not only that but she had an argument with her best friend and hadn't spoken to Simone in a few days. The stress was too much.
He spoke again, and Lyla calmed down slightly. This seemed more like the Emile she knew, and it was comforting. Lyla swallowed at his last words, but saw the wince. She tilted her head, eyes becoming soft. She still cared about him and she always would. And this was part of the reason she didn't want to tell him, she didn't want to stress him out any more than he already was. Lyla reached forward and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze and an understanding smile. "We'll figure it out."
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Apr 7, 2017 10:13:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2017 10:13:08 GMT -7
@jill8 This was the second time tonight that she snapped back at him. It was finally proof that they were both thrown into this strange, marriage-arraigned situation together and neither of them wanted it. At least those were the vibes that were finally making their way into him. Taking a deep breath, Émile tried to let the whole blaming thing go. It wasn’t his fault, and it certainly wasn’t Lyla’s fault either. He had no idea why he was trying to pin it all on her. Sure, there was that little voice in his head saying that she could have had a hand in it, but that also wasn’t her, at least not the side that he knew. There was also no evidence stating that she actually wanted this either, just the assumption she would, based on past experience. “Okay…good.” That was all he felt was necessary in order to convey that he was done with blaming her for something that was clearly out of both of their control.
Émile nodded his head as Lyla took his hand. That was what she was trying to get through to him the whole time and he had blown it out of proportion. He wasn’t exactly sure what the alternative would have been, seeing as getting a surprise like this was still hard to wrap his head around. Letting out another sigh, he nodded his head. “I guess we do. I mean, kind of have to.” Looking over his shoulder at the carriage, he knew that there was a letter waiting for him there. And if it wasn’t there yet, it would be within a few days. At least he was prepared for it. Who knew what would have happened if he opened it in front of all three schools. There probably would have been a series of Howlers sent back home that day. “I should go. I need to see what my parents have to say about all of this.”
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Apr 21, 2017 16:21:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 16:21:04 GMT -7
@emile <3 She just hoped Emile understood how she felt. She was not happy about this either, and the fact that he thought she was just told her how much he really didn’t get her. It wasn’t like Lyla had asked her parents to do this, or had asked Emile’s parents to do this. To her, the assumption was that they had seen the two of them and thought, hey, what a great match. Unfortunately, she had the same idea, yet Emile did not. So this needed to be stopped.
Lyla let go of his hand as he answered. She didn’t want to continue touching him unless necessary. She watched him, concern in her eyes, as he looked back at the Beauxbatons Carriage. ”I can go with you, Emile. You don’t have to pretend like we haven’t been friends for years. I won’t jump you.” She let out a small grin, hoping it made him more comfortable.
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