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Jun 5, 2019 22:17:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2019 22:17:09 GMT -7
@edrik 10.23.2018 - 3rd Year Three years into school and Harper was finally starting to realize that she was getting closer to the second half of her time at Hogwarts. Her parents (and aunts and uncles as well) had always told her that it would go by quickly, but this was crazy! Victoire, the oldest of her cousins, was set to graduate in the spring and then there was nobody in the family to look up to or help her, since James and Fred were in her year too. Being one of the older Weasleys at Hogwarts felt like a lot of responsibility, and Harper didn’t think she had it in her thirteen year old self to be responsible to that degree. If anything, the events of the summer meant she wasn’t mature enough to hold the mantle of the family on her shoulders. Ondina had almost died, being crushed underneath the motorcycle Harper had been attempting to joy ride on. She hadn’t heard the end of it from her parents until she hopped on the train in September, and now she was getting questions from other students about why she tried ‘brutally murdering’ her sister over summer break. It was a great look to have with Xavier starting his first year and writing home literally every day.
One of those sessions of questions had just finished, an older Slytherin girl Harper had never interacted before congratulating her at the end of it because she apparently also found Ondina intolerable, even as a second year. At least her sister stayed consistent wither her personality around other kids her age. It was only when authority figures were around when the waterworks and sweet words were released from their prison in her icy little heart.
Preoccupied by the Slytherin girl’s advice about how she could get back at Ondina, Harper barely registered that she was suddenly on the ground, her books scattered all across the crowded corridor on the way up to the Gryffindor common room. “Seriously Krum?” she squeaked out as she looked up to see the towering figure of Edrik Krum closest to her. He wasn’t exactly a giant amongst the third years, but Harper was definitely small for their age and was appropriately sent flying when the Gryffindor boy bumped into her. “Could you maybe grab that book for me?” she asked, pointing at the one that was the furthest away from her.
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Jun 22, 2019 11:43:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2019 11:43:36 GMT -7
BEING A KRUM FUCKING SUCKED. There were too many expectations for the Krum, and every house match was monitored by his father. Whenever a goal wasn’t met, he was met with an owl describing his father’s disappointments. Sometimes even Yellers, just to embarrass the Krum. This day had been one filled with embarrassing moments for the Gryffindor, the House match was a drastic one, Gryffindor losing by over two-hundred points due to Edrik firstly allowing some shots from the Beaters to slip through his fingers ad secondly, the Ravenclaw’s seeker caught the Snitch moments before Gryffindor’s own seeker could. It riled up the anger within him once the match ended, his team mates mainly blaming the Krum for being stuck in his head — comparing him to his younger sister, and how she would be a better team mate.
It was safe to say, Edrik would be facing weeks of detention after the result of hearing that. Both the Krum and his team mate had a quick trip to the Hospital wing, Edrik to fix up the slits upon his knuckles and his team mate…Well…It was a bloody sight. Now on his way back up to his common room to cool off, (or even his dorms to avoid everyone for a week), the Krum didn’t expect to bump into someone turning the corner…Someone who knew him also. Staring sternly down at the girl, who turned out to be that Weasley girl, the Gryffindor Keeper had no intention of helping her up, nor grabbing her book that she dropped all on her own. ”Get it yourself—” He spat, stepping over her and kicking the book further away from her. ”Weasley.” He added.
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Jul 21, 2019 21:27:14 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2019 21:27:14 GMT -7
@edrik 10.23.2018 - 3rd Year Harper knew she was in the wrong for barking at Krum the way she did, and that she was partially to blame for ending up on the ground because she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings, but the reaction that came from her housemate was not the one she expected to get. He snapped back at her, rightfully so, that she could get the book on her own. But then he took it a step further by kicking the book in question further down the corridor. Harper was perplexed by that. While they weren’t exactly friends, they were in the same year and both Gryffindors. In her experience that meant something. Apparently not to Krum. He was probably still upset about the Quidditch match that morning. Ravenclaw had thwomped them big time and she knew the mood in the common room would be foul later.
And yet none of that was her fault. She didn’t understand what punting her book down the hall would accomplish, let alone taking out his frustrations on her. “You don’t have to be a prick to me just because we lost to Ravenclaw,” she muttered as she scrambled to her feet, bending over to collect the two books at her feet first. “Maybe if you were a better keeper, you would have won.” She didn’t think she needed to be nice if he was going to be a jerk to her for no reason. And after the two months of school she had had already, she was beginning to get tired of the strange glares and hushed voices surrounding her. It wasn’t like she was going to snap like Krum and start knocking people over in the corridors or try to crush them with motorcycles.
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Jul 26, 2019 15:05:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2019 15:05:30 GMT -7
EDRIK WASN’T IN THE MOOD for almost anything, especially after the list of events that trickled from today. He had no means of helping anyone the same way no one had helped the Krum during his match, so hearing Harper Weasley speak to him only irritated the Gryffindor just a little more. They weren’t friends by any means, but considering they were in the same year and same house, they had spoken and bumped into one another like the next lot would. Before the Krum could storm off in a sulk, Harper spoke out to him, only to lead to his brows to furrow. ”Because we lost to Ravenclaw?” He repeated, raising his voice, dark eyes watching the girl raise from the floor. ”A better Keeper?” He continued to parrot, only growing even angrier.
Edrik took it upon himself to carry out action, and he done so as he pushed against the Weasley’s shoulders, hoping to push her back to the floor from where she scrambled up from. ”What do you even know about Quidditch?” He asked her, pushing against her shoulders again. ”You think you know it all because your Uncles played back in the good old days? When it was child’s play?” He added on, pushing her again. ”You’re not even on the team!” And with his final statement, Edrik pushed Harper one more time.
@harper & krum’s got problems.
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Jul 28, 2019 16:56:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2019 16:56:06 GMT -7
@edrik 10.23.2018 - 3rd Year “Merlin, did you get hit in the head by a bludger too?” she shot back at the Krum boy as he repeated what she had literally just said to him. Harper was pretty sure she hadn’t mumbled it that quietly, considering he was saying it back to her. “And yeah, if you were a better keeper, Gryffindor wouldn’t have lost. That’s how the game works, right?” While she didn’t really care much for Quidditch like the rest of her family did, she still knew the game front and back. The Weasleys and Potters could man an entire house team in a year or two if they wanted, the additions of her remaining cousins filling in the slots once they were old enough. Playing pick-up games during the summer wasn’t out of the ordinary too, so she didn’t feel like she was out of place to criticize Krum for his inadequacies as the house team’s keeper. In her opinion, he wasn’t experienced nor good enough, and the only reason they probably put him on the team was because of his name alone. She was too afraid to voice that to him though, because he had already knocked her down once. And that was on accident.
That was why Harper didn’t expect it to actually happen. The first push probably wasn’t all that much, but she was halfway from standing up already, books in hand, and being shoved had her belongings splayed all around her once again. She stood there, watching him in shock as he started going off about how she didn’t know anything about Quidditch because she didn’t play it. The second push was harder, but she saw it coming that time and did her best to brace it. She wasn’t quick enough on her feet to avoid it altogether since he was nearly double her size. The last two shoves that accompanied his charged questions did her in, finally sending her back down onto the marble floor with a painful thud. She tried to brace herself, her arms going out behind her as her butt hit the floor again. This time though, she felt a sharp stab radiate up through her left arm, letting out a yelp of pain as she rolled over to clutch at it.
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Aug 2, 2019 5:59:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2019 5:59:50 GMT -7
THE MORE HARPER SPOKE, THE more aggressive Edrik’s pushes got. He hated hearing commentary from people who just didn’t understand and Harper fit into that category. The Krum was still learning with every game he played and considering he was only in his third year he was doing better than others who were even older than him. Quidditch had been a part of Edrik’s life since what felt like birth considering his father is Viktor Krum. Nothing passed by that man unless there was the small inclusion of Quidditch. He wished he had been bit by a bludger, so it would’ve given him reason to lash out, everyone could say he had simply lost his mind.
But here he was, resorting to anger because of his own stupid control with his emotions. He couldn’t stop now that he had started and he most definitely couldn’t help Harper now. ”Shut up!” He yelled over her. He truly didn’t want to hear any of it. Sure, Gryffindor had bad games but this one was truly one of the worst. His final statement along with pent up anger and strength was enough to push the Weasley back to the floor she rose from, but the yelp that accompanied the sound of her body hitting the ground was enough for the Krum to realise he was in trouble.
His eyes grew wide then, unsure of what to do or who to call for, but luckily the halls they were in were quiet enough and had no student lurking around. He knelt then, arms reaching out so hands could grip at each side of Harper’s shoulders, pulling at her and harshly helping so she would sit up. She was clutching at her left arm which only signalled that Edrik had hurt her. It was too late for apologies, nor could he reverse time. Instead, his grip on her shoulders tightened and he lowered his head so their eyes were levelled. ”If you tell anyone, that this—“ He paused, looking down at the area she clutched onto. ”—Was my doing, I’ll come for you. Understood?”
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Aug 12, 2019 15:33:44 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2019 15:33:44 GMT -7
@edrik 10.23.2018 - 3rd Year Edrik Krum was truly a terrifying individual, and Harper finally understood that she had pushed him over the edge. In hindsight, she should have realized that continuing to belittle and berate him based on his poor Quidditch skills would end up in violence of some sort; he had already pushed her once already. Not only was he a giant compared to her, but he also didn’t seem to understand how intimidating he was, standing over her yelling at her to shut up over a pointless argument. Quidditch wasn’t even that important! If he was even a decent player, he would have learned how to accept the loss and get over it. That was the basics of it. Any time one of her cousins got upset during their family pick-up games that was what one of the adults would always tell them. Apparently his parents never did the same for him.
But those thoughts were for another time, because the amount of pain she was in was unbearable. Sharp twangs of pain radiated up her left arm every time she moved it even a little, each ache bringing a trickle of tears down her face. The first thought she had was that this was probably how Ondina felt over the summer when the motorcycle fell on her legs, and she was even smaller than Harper was. “No!” she yelled at him as he tried to put his arms on her shoulders again. “Get away from me!” It wasn’t enough though, and Edrik had repositioned her to a sitting position, moving himself down to her eye level while still holding onto her shoulders tightly. She stared at him, her eyes wide and blurry with tears as he threatened her not to tell anyone that he had done this. Nodding her head to show that she understood, she tried wiping at her eyes with her right arm, but letting go of her injured one only caused her to whine from the pain again. Rolling away from his grip, she struggled getting to her feet, quickly running to grab her bag and sliding the books next to it inside. She didn’t really care about the one Edrik had kicked down the hallway anymore. He would probably beat her up if she went back for it.
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Aug 23, 2019 1:37:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2019 1:37:20 GMT -7
GIVEN HE HAD BEEN IN deep waters for hurting his own team mate and injuring his own knuckles, Edrik knew more trouble was definitely not the best thing as of now. But with Harper’s words, continuous and remaining to bring him down, he couldn’t help it until it happened. Her yelp indicated something went wrong, big time, the same painful yelp his team-mate let out once Edrik attacked him. Did the Krum have a problem? Staring face to face with Harper while she yelled for him to get away wasn’t enough. Merlin, the girl was tiny, she needed to grow and stand ground for herself. Otherwise anyone could do what Edrik was doing, even if he didn’t want to admit that what he was doing…wasn’t right.
She nodded, showing she understood and slowly he loosened his grip, dark eyes simply watching as she rolled away from him, struggled to her feet and grabbing the bags. ”Weasley.” He called out as she reached for her books. ”Don’t forget…I’ll come for you. I know where to find you.” They were in the same Year and House after all. He should’ve done something differently, helped her with her books, brought her to the nurse and turned himself into one of the Professors for Merlin’s sake. But that meant a higher case of expulsion, and Edrik was already on thin lines for his anger. He didn’t need a Professor to recommend counselling next.
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