Oh Hey, Didn't See You There - Ave && Rem!

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He did hate how angry he got at times. He could probably really have killed someone with his anger, but he chose not to. He wasn't able to make a lot of choices where he came from. He was able to here, and he chose to want to her to know these things he told her, and then she didn't believe him? He opened up to someone and they didn't believe him. He watched her look like she was going to cry, and he felt himself grow all the more angry. He wanted to say something else, and he wrinkled his nose, and he lifted his wand. He snarled, aiming towards a table. "Expulso." He growled, his throat tight. The shards of wood flew all over the room, and he just watched them fall.

Al squealed as wood embedded itself in her arm. She moved back into herself and she put her hand over the place on her arm. She pulled her hand back and it started to ooze lightly. She unfurled her hand, and she saw blood on her palm. She felt her eyes prick with tears, but she didn't say anything. She leaned back to put pressure over the wound, and she looked down towards her feet.

He looked towards Remus as he looked away from the Hufflepuff. He usually didn't mean to hurt people, but she just sort of got caught in the crossfire at this point in time. He didn't address her about it though, he saw no point. He wasn't sorry, and she was a strong girl, she'd last. If she could survive a war, she could survive a bleeding splinter. "How's that, Remus? That better?" He said, his throat still tight. His teeth were together, and his tone was almost unrecognizable.

She spoke again. His eyes went back to her. She saw no point in it? In anything? That made him want to blow up yet another table. He looked back at her, and he wanted to grab her and shake her. Everything in life had a point, and she had to know that. She wasn't weak. He couldn't though. All he saw was anger. All he ever saw was anger. He snapped at her, "What's the point? WHAT'S THE POINT?! You would really give up SO easily!? This is a chance to change things, don't you see that?! Change EVERYTHING!" His voice lost vigor as he spoke. His voice was hardly above a whisper by the finish, and he dropped his eyes towards the ground.

Al wanted to run, but she didn't want to know what would happen if she did. She pulled her hand away for a second, to look at how bad her arm was. It really wasn't too bad, but it did hurt.

Sirius looked at her as she spoke again. He made a curt expression as she said thanks. He sighed, and he looked down once again. His eyes never looked back up at her, though she did speak again. "Sort of, about like we were most of school, I guess more or less exclusively." He said, his voice clearly upset. "Yes, you died in a fight with your cousins, the French tarts." He said, matter-oh-factly and he didn't lift his head for a second.

- tag : old Remus && Ave!
- notes : Voldemort is going down!
- words : 782 !
- music : The Remus Lupins
- outfit : Sirius && Al
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

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Eavan jumped, a chilling shudder racking her body as Sirius turned his anger on one of the classroom table’s, sending a spell that shattered it into a billion tiny sharp shards of wood that showered the room. She closed her eyes, shielding her face with her arm as the pieces rained down on them, protecting herself from getting one serious splinter—though her best friend wasn’t quite as lucky as she had been. While the injury didn’t look to be too serious or life threatening Ave still felt somewhat guilty for Al’s discomfort since she was the one that had pressed Sirius’ buttons hard enough to elicit such a negative reaction from him.

Remus fought the urge to roll his eyes at his best mate’s immaturity—yes, he understood that this wasn’t at all the best situation for either of them to have been thrust into but at least he wasn’t blowing up at their loves younger selves, or spilling the beans about what the future held for them. As always, he was the calm and collected one, keeping his own emotions in check so as to prevent himself from looking like a child throwing a temper tantrum like Sirius was doing. In truth, his insides felt like they were being constricted, squeezed tightly by a vice, at the sight of Al standing there before him—just as he had remembered her. He and Al had gone their separate ways not too long after Sirius had been sent to Azkaban so they hadn’t seen each other since their childhood pretty much and it was painful to be in the same room as her, even if she was 15 years [or so] younger than he was…

“Watch what you’re doing!

[/color]” He hissed, sending a glare in Sirius’ direction as he shuffled over to Al, gently taking her arm in his and examining it, “Here, let me clean this up for you.[/color]” He pointed his wand at the wound and muttered an unidentified spell under his breath, in an instant the splittered wood vanished from her arm and the wound was healed, leaving nothing but a thin stream of dried blood in its wake. “Tergeo.[/color]” The blood vanished, as if having been washed from her arm. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he peered down at her, “There, all better, yeah?[/color]”

Eavan watched the exchange from the corner of her eyes before turning her attention back to Sirius, goosebumps prickling on her arms, her body shook in fear. He was so upset…angry with her, she really couldn’t get over how mad he had gotten. She wished that she had never even said anything in the first place, but at the same time she was glad that she at least knew what happened to her after school. It really seemed like her life was meaningless now though…she was going to die so young that she wouldn’t even have time to make anything of herself—she desperately wanted to prove to her family that even a mudblood like herself could go on to do great things but it looked like she wasn’t going to get that chance…

“But if I change it…won’t that ruin the future? Things happen for a reason right? I mean, I’m not saying that I want to die because I definitely don’t want to—especially right after graduating…[/color]” She drew in a shaky breath, “But what if, now that I know, I do do something different that changes the outcome of that fight and I do live…what if that has a domino effect and….I don’t know but I feel like changing things could really fuck up the future…[/color]” She hung her head and fell to her knees, her head hurt and she felt so fucking conflicted! Eavan was scared—of the future and of dying—but she was also confused and wary about doing something that could change the future that Sirius had come from. Things happened for a reason, didn’t they? What if by her changing one little thing, like her death, that caused something bad to happen? Like…someone important not being born—or someone else to die in her place?

She grit her teeth and let out an empty, hollow laugh, “Why am I not surprised? I’m nothing more than a worthless, disgusting Mudblood to my family. They’ve always been quite fond of making my life a living hell and letting me know that scum like me needs to be eradicated…I’m honestly not surprised that they were the ones to do me in…haha..[/color]”

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words--- 760
tags--- Al and OLD!Padfoot
notes--- Ave's Outfit && Rem's Outfit
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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He pretty much startled everyone in the room with his reaction. He really should have cared, but he didn't. He didn't want anything more to do with this Godforsaken school, these memories or anything else! He just wanted to go home, and he wanted to...play cards, eat crap food, and just sit till he could do something to be useful again. But, that was really bullshit. He could do so much more this time around. He could knock off Peter when he had a chance, he could make his younger self snap out of it, and he could change EVERYTHING. He couldn't blow this because of his anger.

Al wanted to get out of this situation. There was blood coming out of her arm, and there were strange men telling them strange things, but she couldn't. She couldn't even if the door had been open. She was intrigued and startled all at once. She swallowed hard, and she didn't want to know what would happen next, but she did. She didn't want to know the future, but in truth, she really hadn't heard all that much about her, but what she had heard about Ave wasn't a good sounding thing, and she didn't like it.

And, on top of that, she was bleeding. She wanted to be a Healer, but she hated blood. Weird how that worked, though it sounded promising to her though, she seemed to get her wish if her older self was a healer, assuming nothing changed. And, the next thing you know, Remus was near her. She felt tears pricking the sides of her eyes, but he made sure she was okay, that fact made her happy. He still seemed the same. She sniffled, and she wished she weren't such a baby. It was just a splinter. She looked up at him as he helped her wish her arm. He even got rid of the blood. He asked her if she was okay. She nodded, and she furled her fingers into his sleeve. "It really is you, isn't it Remus?" She asked, her voice shaking lightly.

He looked at the others. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, but it just sort of happened with him a lot. He couldn't control himself sometimes it seemed. He watched them, and he was a bit jealous of the reception the girl gave Remus as compared to the one he got from Ave, but it was to be expected. Ave was always more cautious then others, and it seemed it should have served her well, but in the end, did anything ever really serve anyone well?

He watched her fall to her knees as she spoke. It broke what little heart he did have. Whatever was left of it after 13 years of Dementors, of self loathing, and a life time of being a jackass. He went after her, grabbing her shoulders, making her look at him as best he could. "Bugger what people say about changing things, about fate. It's not worth it! Look at me! I'm a reched old man in a middle aged man's body and I hate myself, and you...you should never have...you know. I don't have to say it again. Change it, don't let things go the way they did. We had a future, and it was ruined once. Don't let it happen again Ave."

[/color] He sighed, dropping his hands. "I know I'm not perfect, I'm rude, inconsiderate and I don't usually show emotions very well, but please; you understood me, and we always got through things; you have the knowledge to change things this time around, don't let that slip away."[/color]

He made a rather morose expression. "Bugger what families think too. Mine hate me, and I'm like them, but their all dead where we come from, so it makes no difference now. Both those twins are dead as well. One jumped off a roof if it makes you feel better. You killed the other one."[/color] He offered.
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- tag : old Remus && Ave!
- notes : Voldemort is going down!
- words : 902 !
- music : Final Destination...again! XD
- outfit : Sirius && Al
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from RIVER by LIGHTS!

[ave]

[[Lolol. I'm definitely going to post to this this weekend <3]]

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