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Post by Dahlia Cecile Hubertus on May 8, 2011 15:05:48 GMT
 
being a muggleborn in a world of purebloods was pure hell, to put it nicely. dahlia had had to put up with insults and jinxes in her back since the day she stepped into this hellhole they called a school. the teasing was horrific, and quite honestly, she'd begun to accept that mudblood wasn't really an insult so much as it was a category. it didn't hurt her anymore.
at the moment, she was standing in front of a cracked, dusty mirror in moaning myrtle's bathroom, trying her best to clean up her face. there was a jagged cut running the length of her left jaw line that was the source of all the blood smeared across her face, as well as a bruise that covered most of her right cheekbone. both she'd recieved from angry death eaters who had ambushed her on her way back to the ravenclaw common room, and dragged her into myrtle's bathroom for a little 'chat'.
honestly, dahlia wasn't quite sure why they did it. perhaps they still thought that they could scare her like this. but she'd gotten used to this, even though she knew she should fight back. it was fruitless though, trying to stop them from hurting her. so instead, she just took it silently. now was the aftermath. she just thanked god it was over.
after cleaning up all the blood, she prodded the bruise gently, wincing at the pressure. at the moment, it didn't look too bad. but she knew by tomorrow morning, she'd need loads of makeup and a miracle to cover it up. sighing, she tossed the paper towel she'd been using into the trash can. dahlia was suprised they still stocked this bathroom at all. no one usually came in here, unless it was to beat someone else up.
she figured she should probably look at the damage they'd done to the rest of her body. a few of her ribs felt broken, but she knew they were probably just badly bruised. there were red marks on her neck from where they'd held her up against the wall. she leaned her chin back a bit to see them, and then frowned at herself in the mirror. she knew tomorrow morning she'd be a hell of a lot of sore.
she leaned on the counter, sighing and lifting her brown eyes to look at herself in the mirror. her frame looked even thinner and scrawnier under the sweatshirt she was wearing. her legs seemed to stick out like sticks from it. she took some more paper towel to dab at the cut again, but just then, someone entered through the door.
her eyes flicked over towards it, a look of defiance burning in them. if the death eaters were back, well, she'd give them hell.
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Post by dreamer on May 8, 2011 18:57:37 GMT
 
Dom walked into Moaning Murtle's bathroom, glaring at anything and everything that crossed her path. She was pissed, to say the least and in her own opinion not really fit company for anyone at the minute. She'd got detention, lost a load of points and then at Quidditch practice hadn't managed to hit the bludger once, annoying the rest of the team, as when she didn't hit it, it hit them, to top it all of she'd fallen off her broom, which she hadn't done since she was eight. And her arm hurt.
At least she hadn't had a run in with any of the DE that would have been the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae, she probably would've smashed something afterwards... Pushing open the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom because honestly that was the last place anyone usually went, she stomped into the bathroom, dumping her bag on the floor beside the door.
Turning around to lean against the wall she almost screamed in frustration when she seen someone else in the bathroom. Then she noticed that the girl was hurt, her anger evaporated a bit, she could see clearly that this girl had been attacked by the DE and she suddenly felt furious, though this time not at the world and herself, no this time she was furious at the DE, they thought they ran the place and they could just go around hurting people, it was... ugh.
Trying to calm herself down slightly she walked over to the girl, knowing that when someone was hurt she was probably the person they'd least like to see, she was blunt when most people were gentle and she let her temper get the better of her far to easily. "Try this spell" She said quietly, muttering the spell and pointing at the girls face. She knew quite a few healing spells, which suprised most people as she was hardly one to study but she'd learned them after various fights when she was tired of going to the hospitial wing and having to think of excuses to why she was injured this time.
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Post by Dahlia Cecile Hubertus on May 8, 2011 20:49:17 GMT
her hand had jumped to the pocket in the back of her jeans that held her wand the moment she'd heard the door slam open. her brown eyes blazed with a defiant fire as they turned towards the door. she couldn't imagine that the death eaters would come back. they usually pulled a hit and run and never dared to come back, just in case their victim had gone and gotten a professor.
dahlia realized the girl was none other than dominique weasley, a girl on the gryffindor quidditch team. the ravenclaw had seen the weasley girl playing, and she wasn't actually all that bad. granted, dahlia had never talked to her in real life, but she was a gryffindor, so she couldn't be all that bad, right? well, either way, dahlia didn't trust her. but that was probably because dahlia never trusted anyone until they'd proven themselves to her time and time again.
she eyed the girl up. neither of them spoke for a moment, so dahl went back to cleaning up the cut on her face. she'd dabbed a bit more, wincing in pain before dominique came towards her, muttering something about a spell, and raised her wand. dahlia was about to back away before something came out of dominique's wand and the stinging sensation in her face began to fade. her eyebrows furrowed, and her hand went up to feel her jawline.
she watched in the mirror as the cut began to mend itself before her very eyes. a small smile came to her face. "thanks," she muttered to the other girl, lifting her chin again to look at the cut in the mirror. all that was left was a tiny scar, something she doubted would ever go away. there were some things magic just couldn't fix.
she then turned to dominique again. "you've got anything that works on burns?" she asked, rolling up her sleeves to show the girl the shapes the death eaters had burned into her arms. she'd always thought some of them were quite stupid, but she'd realized today that they did know quite a load of spells, including, apparently, a burning hex. the burns stung, but dahlia figured she'd steal some essence of dittany from the potions cupboards if she really needed it later.
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Post by dreamer on May 8, 2011 21:08:13 GMT
Dom thought for a moment when Dahlia asked if she had anything for burns, she didn't really know any spells but she did have the burn cream she'd manage to sneak out of her mothers medicine box over the last holidays. She hesitated for a moment, not really liking to reveal that she carried a load of healing stuff around with her and knowing that with her reputationin classes it was slightly suspicious that she even knew what half these spells and potions did never mind how to use and preform them.
Hesitating a little more she pulled the small box of cream out of the front pocket of her bag and threw it to Dahlia. "Death Eater wannabes?" She asked, a dark look in her eyes, She always called the DE death Eater wannabes outloud because in her eyes thats all they really were a group of pathetic idiots who wanted to be like a group of physcos who used to terrorise the wizarding world.
Sighing, Dom leant back against the wall feeling really ashamed of herself, she'd been mad, upset and lost her temper with people and acted like an idiot over stupid things like messing up at Quidditch practice and getinng into trouble. While the DE were doing things like this, she had been feeling sorry for herself because she was having a bad day.
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Post by Dahlia Cecile Hubertus on May 9, 2011 1:04:13 GMT
dahlia was a bit suprised that this girl carried such a thing with her. for the scrawny ravenclaw girl, her bookbag was heavy enough without adding unnecessary junk to it. perhaps dominique was just stronger than she looked. after all, dahl was the definition of boney. but she did have a bit of hidden muscle under there from years of unsuccessfully trying to fight off death eaters.
she opened the package and began rubbing the substance on her arms. it helped to reduce the stinging a bit, but did little to reduce the size of the burns or make them look any less daunting. sighing, dahlia realized she'd be wearing long sleeves for the next couple weeks until she had time to go to the library and find a countercurse. maybe she'd just ask esteban. she'd probably have to make up a story about how she got them to keep him from attacking every slytherin in sight, but he was the best at spellwork that she knew, and she could bet he knew a spell to get rid of them.
"thanks," she muttered again, closing the box gingerly and passing it back to the red-headed girl. dahlia felt like she should do more, like thanking this girl wasn't enough. but then again, she'd never been too good at paying people back for things they'd done for her. this was probably because she hated accepting help from anyone. she was quite the independent girl.
she pushed a piece of hair out of her eye. "yeah," she replied, trying not to look at herself in the mirror. she didn't want to see how bad the bruise had gotten. it made her hate the way her face looked even more. why couldn't she fight them off? why wasn't she strong enough? she constantly asked herself these questions. and she should've known that no one could single-handedly fight them off. but she still blamed herself for everything they did to her.
"it happens once every couple weeks," she told the other girl. but her voice wasn't helpless or even searching for pity. it was just informative. in fact, she didn't want the girl's pity. that was another thing about her independent nature. she hated being pitied even more than she hated recieving help. "if i'm lucky. usually it's more. it's gotten worse lately; i think they get sick of tormenting first years. and i guess it's better that it's me than those poor little things."
dahlia had always felt bad for the first years who got beat up and insulted by the death eaters. she didn't know how they could do that to such little children. perhaps dahlia only had sympathy for them because her brother was about that age. she'd had a hell of a time protecting him when he'd been a firstie. she cringed just thinking about it.
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Post by dreamer on May 9, 2011 6:36:42 GMT
"its not really that great," she said as she took the burn cream back from dahlia, adding "my mother made it herself" in way of explanation and wising she had of gotten all her potions and stuff from her grandmother, she was more experienced at making the potions and she wasn't as like to kill her when she found out she'd been snopping around for stuff again.
she knew she should probably say something comforting, but making people happier was never her strong point. dom was probably twice as likely to say something stupid and blunt than something that could remotely be discribed as comforting. so deciding it was safer to just stay quiet.
dom almost laughed at the imformative tone dahlia used, glad that the younger girl obviously didn't want pity, now that would've been a disaster in the making. she recognised the tone of voice the other girl was using, she would of spoke exactly the same way in that situation. well she'd be cursing the death eaters under her breath at the same time but she felt like doing that now anyway.
at the mention of death eaters hurting first years dom's urge to laugh faded remarkably quickly, stupid death eaters they tried to hurt everything that moved,well except other death eaters and blood purists. merlin they did her head in. "i think they're not picking on first years because the've got them all terrified now anyway. all the little firsties run when they see any of them coming." dom said glaring at the wall as if it could possibly be a death eater in disguise.
she hated it whenever the death eaters picked on first years, it was just sick, the poor little kids had no way to defend themselves. everytime she seen any of them trying to hurt someone she could never resist going over and trying to help, which she could testify, didn't generally go well. most of the time she didn't help anyone escape the de just provided a distraction so the person didn't get hurt as badly.
she'd had an idea a while ago for a prank on the slytherin common room and now seemed like the perfect time to do it. it would distract the de from hurting people for a while and it was always fun to see their faces when somebody got them. she wondered for a moment of she should tell the other girl about her idea. on one side she didn't know her but on the other this girl obviously disliked the de and what better way to get revenge than pranking.
"so have you ever done anything to get back at them" she asked.
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Post by Nathan Christophe Hagrid on May 9, 2011 10:39:15 GMT
 TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHATwatchin' some good friends screaming- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !
The sound of laughter boomed from the small group of students standing in the hall. The source of the loud noises was coming from one very special half-giant, Nathan Hagrid. He really was quite the loud person...Too loud sometimes. Not that his friends minded very much. He was explaining his latest prank to the seventh years around them.
Everyone always seemed to enjoy his antics...As long as they weren't happening to them, that is. The conversation only lasted for a bit longer before Nate felt the need to walk around. He hated staying in one spot for too long. He said goodbye to his friends as the small group disbanded. "I'm definitely gonna need to find a away to top myself, "he tended to think out loud like that, a lot.
He was continued to stroll down the halls, hands in his pockets when he passed by Old Myrtle's bathroom. He was surprised to hear people speaking inside, no one went there if they could help it. Nate, was usually an exception to that rule. He was about to keep walking when he heard a familiar voice. I swear, that was Dahl I just heard.....
He walked up to the door and knocked loudly before simply walking into the girl's bathroom, he was sure it was her. He had spotted two familiar faces. One, was indeed Dahlia, and the other was another familiar face Miss Dominique Weasley. He grined for a moment, "Well, hello there lad-" His sentence was cut short at the sight of Dahl's arms. "What in the hell happened to you?!"
He rushed over to her and lightly grabbed her hand, "Who did this to you?" he asked in an almost whisper. He was gonna hurt who ever did this to his best friend. He turned to Dom, "You're not hurt too are you?" he asked just as concerned for her.
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Post by Dahlia Cecile Hubertus on May 9, 2011 21:42:11 GMT
"she must be a great witch," dahlia answered, forcing a smile and trying her best to avoid eye contact with dominique. she couldn't count on her hands how many times she'd wished her mother was a witch. or her father. although if her father was one, that'd just give him more ways to hurt people when he was angry. he had quite a foul temper.
but she'd always wanted a magical parent. mostly because it would keep things like this from happening to her. the halfbloods never got it so bad as the muggleborns did. plus, there was the shame in admitting she wasn't pure of blood. of course, dahlia was proud of who she was. she was proud of where she came from. but the purebloods, the death eaters, they put her heritage to shame. they thought muggles were all bad, and part of her wanted to tell them that they had it wrong. the other part just wanted to sock them in the face. but then again, dahlia usually wanted to hit most people.
"i wish we could protect them," dahlia answered wistfully, her dark brown eyes going off into the distance momentarily. she sighed heavily again. "but i'm doing a bad enough job protecting myself, so i doubt the firsties'd want my help." she looked down at the burns again, wondering if running cold water over them would help. it was just then that a certain nathan hagrid waltzed in onto the scene.
this is what dahlia had been dreading. nate was one of her best friends and he could be a hell of a lot of protective sometimes. she couldn't let him see her like this. not with burns all up and down her arms, not with a bruise on the side of her face and a few battered ribs. he'd go on a rampage. she could try to cover it up like it was nothing, but then again, nathan tended to over react at times.
as he made his way over to her, she winced slightly at the outburst, quickly rolling down her sleeves to cover up the burns. "just a minor run in with some death eaters," she told him, trying to smile, and remembering to turn the bruised half of her face away from him. "i'm fine. honest. nothing to worry about." she knew he would call her bluff, knew that he could see the forced nature of her smile and if he turned just slightly he could see the bruise on her face.
but she always tried her best to avoid scaring her friends. dahlia didn't like being felt sorry for, and she sure as hell didn't like other people fighting her battles. independece to her was a life raft that she needed to survive. so she faked a smile for her friend, praying to god he wouldn't see right through her.
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Post by dreamer on May 9, 2011 22:10:28 GMT
"she's...well she's okay" dom said awkwardly, her mother with her perfect hair and perfect fashion sense and perfect control on her temper (except when talking to dom) got on her nerves a lot. it was unfair for her mother to be that perfect and expect her to be perfect too. her mother was dissapointed by almost everything she did, not good enough owls, not a prefect(as if anyone in their right mind would make her a prefect), she would just never be good enough for her mother.
dom looked up just in time to see the look on dahlia's face and confused she wondered what she'd said now. then she recognised the look on dahlia's face, she'd gotten looks like that before, "hey, it could be worse, all purebloods could be like those gits. or you could be a bloodtraitor, which I'm told is one of the biggest crimes in the death eater book of laws, imagine the horror of actually going against your blood and not acting like a high and mighty asshole!" dom said with fake shock and a lighter tone, she never quite new how to say she was a pureblood, it always seemed to unedge people so now she just made a joke out of it like the rest of her life, one big joke.
"you'd probably be better help than me" dom mused, "i just lose my temper and yell at them and swear, it never ends well. i'm sixteen and i still need someone to come with me and tell me to shut up and clam down" dom, too wished she could help the little kids more and stop the death eaters from hurting them even if it involved making herself a target.
dom watched in silince as nathan came in and started talking to dahlia, she answered his question with a simple shake of her head, she wasn't hurt, pissed but not hurt. when the younger girl denied being hurt dom had toresist the urge to call her bluff and say something blunt but she didn't like others pity either so why should she subject dahlia to it.
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