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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 29, 2006 17:58:05 GMT -5
Contessa just sighed, and tried not to think about Ova. She was prepared to see what the Dark Lord wanted them to do as well, but if it wasn't something she could do, then she wouldn't do it. She didn't care if she was in line for his wrath or not.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 30, 2006 6:00:26 GMT -5
It seemed as though Contessa did not want to talk about Ova, so Salvador remained quiet as they walked together back down to the dungeons.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 6:02:57 GMT -5
Honestly there wasn't much Contessa wanted to talk about. Nothing interesting was going on, it was like any other day. Just a boring day, the only, sort of, excitment was when she found Salvador. She'd never expected to find him like that, and she never wanted to again. As said before, it wasn't that he failed. It was that he was hurt. She sighed of contentment, and just continued to walk with him.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 30, 2006 9:54:54 GMT -5
Looking down at his left wrist as he walked and bringing it up to his chest, circling it with his right hand, Salvador was thinking about the way Ethan had been able to snap the bones in his arm so easily; all the Gryffindor had had to do was twist sharply and... crack, his wand hand was disabled. Was he really that feeble? Salvador chewed pensively on the corner of his mouth, his grey eyes becoming distant as thick, swirling fog as they began to make their way down a staircase - he wasn't paying attention as to which staircase it was - and his hand still rubbed his wrist absently. Was there something wrong with him? Was he weaker than other people? Then his mind started to wander back to all that chocolate he had just eaten... He had been right; why had he not listened to himself? It was going to make him put on weight, and then he wouldn't be able to fit into any of his clothes because he would be too fat, and that would mean he would end up looking terrible. He already looked terrible, who was he kidding? He was hideously overweight... He let his arms drop back to his sides as they neared the ground floor - the enticing smell of food being cooked luring them to the Great Hall for dinner, which began in around fifteen minutes - and then firmly made up his mind: he was going on a diet. He needed to, he thought as they walked towards the dungeons. Maybe he could just skip dinner, and not eat at all... That was a better plan. Then he wouldn't be tempted to eat what he usually did.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 15:09:02 GMT -5
"You going to dinner?" Contessa asked. She hadn't eaten anything all day so was starving! Actually she hadn't eaten in two days. "I'm straving, having eaten for awhile."
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Post by ring_junkie on May 30, 2006 15:37:19 GMT -5
Brought out of his reverie by her question, Salvador blinked and looked over at her. "Oh... n-no, I... wasn't planning to," he murmured, uncertain that he had heard her correctly whilst he had been thinking. "Chocolate... filled me up," he lied.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 15:40:58 GMT -5
Contessa gave him a look of disbelief, and shrugged. "Okay, whatever you want, sweetie."
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Post by ring_junkie on May 30, 2006 16:02:26 GMT -5
After a momentary burst of good feeling, Salvador was slowly starting to sink into the depression he felt every time he let himself get worked up about his appearance. "If you're going then I'll come and sit with you...?" he offered, sounding a little distant. He needed a mirror. Now. So that he could see how fat he was. But the only thing he would do after that would be to mope around in his room feeling thorough self-loathing, and then would come the habits he had - organising his wardrobe in colour-order, according to how light or dark his suits, waistcoats and shirts were; neatly lining up his shoes together perfectly, corresponding to their style; folding the clothes that went in drawers immaculately and organising them; re-arranging his furniture, when he was at home; brushing and re-brushing his hair until it was just-so; smoothing his eyebrows so that they were perfect... When he was younger, he had used to even eat sweets in an organised manner: separate them out into their different colours and eat each colour one at a time - though he had grown out of this habit a long time ago, or it might have been the fact that he ate less sweets... In short, Salvador was - on the occasion - an obsessive compulsive; but he would never admit this to himself.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 16:04:52 GMT -5
"If you want to, luv." she said, and shrugged. She started for the Great Hall. How she was starving!
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Post by ring_junkie on May 30, 2006 18:07:59 GMT -5
Salvador chewed on the corner of his lip again, and then shook his head slightly, deciding against it. He would be too tempted by the food. It wasn't that he didn't want to stay with Contessa. "Actually, I think I'll just go back and read," he said quietly, watching her head off to the Great Hall. "See you later, my love."
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 30, 2006 18:13:56 GMT -5
She wasn't about to leave his sight without one last kiss. Made everything sweeter when she got one from him, and she went over to him, kissed him. "See you after dinner."
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Post by ring_junkie on May 30, 2006 19:49:38 GMT -5
Salvador gave a small smile after her, then - when she had disappeared into the Great Hall - he left for the Slytherin common-room, heading straight up to his room to examine himself in the mirror.
((End?))
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 4:44:29 GMT -5
((yeah.. lol))
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