Post by oliver on Jun 26, 2011 17:25:42 GMT -5
oliver gavin maddox
twenty-five , hufflepuff alumni , adult , chris pine , canon
name:
oliver gavin maddox
nicknames:
ollie, maddox
age:
twenty-five
house:
hufflepuff alumni
occupation:
manager at flourish and blotts
blood status:
muggleborn
wand:
8 inch griffin claw and ipe
relationship status:
single and in love
oliver gavin maddox
nicknames:
ollie, maddox
age:
twenty-five
house:
hufflepuff alumni
occupation:
manager at flourish and blotts
blood status:
muggleborn
wand:
8 inch griffin claw and ipe
relationship status:
single and in love
play-by:
chris pine
hair color:
brown
eye color:
blue
distinguishing features:
"i'd have to say that my eyes stick out pretty darn well. they're a brilliant blue. Although no one else sees it, there are also nearly always fingernail inbedments my palms."
style:
"my clothing is pretty simple. i own many suits because of the fact that i go out to events in the muggle world a lot for my mom. i'm always her 'plus one.' the style is comfortable as well, so i don't mind. when i'm not in the formal clothing, i like to wear jeans. shorts aren't really my thing, so even in the summer at times you'll see me in jeans. i don't sweat a lot so don't worry, it's not stinky and sweaty. when absoluetly needed i have a few pairs of jean shorts. when it comes to my top half, i never wear sweaters. if anything i stick to long sleeved shirts for warmth. i have a thing for button-up shirts. again, if it's hot i just roll up the sleeves but typically i just keep them normal. there's a lot of times where i'll wear a long sleeved white shirts over a short sleeved, plain shirt. i stay away from bright colors. i find that shades or dark blues suit me best."
chris pine
hair color:
brown
eye color:
blue
distinguishing features:
"i'd have to say that my eyes stick out pretty darn well. they're a brilliant blue. Although no one else sees it, there are also nearly always fingernail inbedments my palms."
style:
"my clothing is pretty simple. i own many suits because of the fact that i go out to events in the muggle world a lot for my mom. i'm always her 'plus one.' the style is comfortable as well, so i don't mind. when i'm not in the formal clothing, i like to wear jeans. shorts aren't really my thing, so even in the summer at times you'll see me in jeans. i don't sweat a lot so don't worry, it's not stinky and sweaty. when absoluetly needed i have a few pairs of jean shorts. when it comes to my top half, i never wear sweaters. if anything i stick to long sleeved shirts for warmth. i have a thing for button-up shirts. again, if it's hot i just roll up the sleeves but typically i just keep them normal. there's a lot of times where i'll wear a long sleeved white shirts over a short sleeved, plain shirt. i stay away from bright colors. i find that shades or dark blues suit me best."
likes:
`his best girl mate
`cats
`contact sports
`screamo
`chocolate milk
`transfiguration
`reading
`skittles in muggle world, fizzing whizbees in magical
`pain
`feeling needed
`relaxing
`clothing
`amusement parks [thriller rides]
`duelling
`learning new spells
dislikes:
`headaches
`at times, life
`himself
`country music
`cheaters
`jealousy
`camping
`squids
`water
`his father
`bad grammer
`karma
`feeling worthless
`mac n' cheese
`people being upset with him
`watching his best mate with guys who arent him
strengths:
`loyalty
`being there
`hiding the fact that he hurts himself
`transfiguration
`listening
weaknesses:
`not hurting himself
`his best mate
`father's day
`a girl's anger
`skittles in the muggle world, fizzing whizbees in magical
fears:
"don't laugh, but my biggest fear would actually be the dragonfly. there is something about them that just creeps me out. i'll stick it out and not scream like a girl, but inside i'm always doing that and more. although i'm not scared of death, and pain doesn't phase me, i am afraid of leaving her. truthfully, her and mum are the only two keeping me around."
dreams:
"in the near future, i dream for a life with the one and only girl i've ever loved. from first sight, i knew that there was no one else as beautiful. she's my best mate and i don't have the balls to admit my feelings for her. therefore my dream would be for us to be together and have a family of our own."
secrets:
"secrets? well, i only really have one that everything else people don't know me revolves around. what is that? well, the fact that i'm a masochist. for those who don't know what that is, i like pain. i hurt myself intentionally. surprising, i know, but it has been like such since the age of nine. no, i don't cut myself. unfortunetly i have more creative, subtle ways that i have adapted over the years."
personality:
MASOCHIST, SELF-LOATHING, SUICIDAL
Although he doesn�t like to come to terms with it, Oliver has a problem. Ever since the age of nine, he has started to hurt himself. Not in the way that he became emo, but in the way that he would put himself through unnecessary pain on purpose. The only person aware is his mum, and that is because she walked in on him one day, knife in hand, about to kill himself. She was scared to say the least and seeing the worry in her eyes saved him. He couldn�t leave her- not like his father had, even if in a different way. She had gone through enough hurt. Oliver�s mind always played with him. He was never able to stay with the confirmed fact that he was cared about, even after that day. He often questions whether people even care, and if they would be better off without him around. Oliver finds himself disgusting, fat and troublesome even though he is none of the above. There doesn�t seem to be one day where he is content with himself. Every talent he has is shrugged off as nothing, or else is something that adds to his problem therefore being nothing that he can be proud of. Before he went to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, he played football and rugby. Both were contact sports, and both he was placed to tackle and take contact. He quite often was hit hard or would go for the bigger guys. Yes, he was able to take them but he was putting himself at bigger risk to get injured. His mum was a bright girl but she did miss the fact that it contributed to it because he always hid the fact that he was injured when it happened. Oliver found that little injures lasted longer and no doctor was needed. That being said, he didn�t like going to be healed at any point in time because the physical pain took away the everlasting emotional pain he felt daily.
LOYAL, TRUSTING, SECRETIVE
Oliver feels alone constantly despite the fact that he has always been quite the popular person. To him, his friends are there because they�re there. They wouldn�t truly care if anything happened to him. At least that�s what his mind tells him, even when it�s not in the least bit true. Because of this, Oliver is a great friend. He is there for every single one of his friends, male or female. He is always honest with him and hates to see any going through a difficult time. A majority of the friends that come to him are girls because of the fact that they�re more emotional and he is always a shoulder to cry on that won�t go blabbering about their problems or take advantage of their vulnerability. It would be crazy to doubt the fact that you could confide in Oliver, even if you weren�t close with him. He has a natural sense of being there and feels awful when someone�s feeling alone and he didn�t get to do anything to get rid of that factor. To be slightly hypocritical, when people trust him it doesn�t mean that he trusts them. There are many things- like his biggest issue- that nobody has noticed or been told. Many don�t know why his dad isn�t in his life and why he hates loathes him so much. Oliver has never been able to open up and just let out the fact that he�s hurting inside, and that his life is many things but perfect, stable and happy.
SELFLESS, FRIENDLY, LAZY
There are factors in Oliver�s personality that contradict each other. Every summer when he goes home to visit his mother he plays rugby. Even after finishing Hogwarts and getting a job he stayed on with a team back home. This would be considered active. However, in all other aspects of his life he is relaxed, laid back and has no problem doing nothing. He doesn�t exercise and stay fit. Instead, it comes naturally. Even if it didn�t, he most likely wouldn�t work out. No, he wouldn�t let himself get overweight but he wouldn�t try and achieve �great looks� because he already feels like he can never be attractive. So why work for something that�s unachievable? That�s his philosophy, anyway. People these days aren�t nice. Many grow up to be snobs and working as a manager, he comes across many people who have problems and stress in their life and like to scream at him for unreasonable things just to let it out. Being patient, he always just listens and has a smile on his face despite the fact and only finds that he is rude when people offend his friends or pick a fight with him. Thanks to his problem, fights seem to call out to him a little too often and though he tries to avoid them, sometimes they just seem inevitable. Being reckless with his own self, Oliver leaves all the care, cautiousness and love for others. He loves to help and give endlessly. He sees it as no problem and knows that everybody needs somebody and if he has to be that somebody while he�s around, why not be?
`his best girl mate
`cats
`contact sports
`screamo
`chocolate milk
`transfiguration
`reading
`skittles in muggle world, fizzing whizbees in magical
`pain
`feeling needed
`relaxing
`clothing
`amusement parks [thriller rides]
`duelling
`learning new spells
dislikes:
`headaches
`at times, life
`himself
`country music
`cheaters
`jealousy
`camping
`squids
`water
`his father
`bad grammer
`karma
`feeling worthless
`mac n' cheese
`people being upset with him
`watching his best mate with guys who arent him
strengths:
`loyalty
`being there
`hiding the fact that he hurts himself
`transfiguration
`listening
weaknesses:
`not hurting himself
`his best mate
`father's day
`a girl's anger
`skittles in the muggle world, fizzing whizbees in magical
fears:
"don't laugh, but my biggest fear would actually be the dragonfly. there is something about them that just creeps me out. i'll stick it out and not scream like a girl, but inside i'm always doing that and more. although i'm not scared of death, and pain doesn't phase me, i am afraid of leaving her. truthfully, her and mum are the only two keeping me around."
dreams:
"in the near future, i dream for a life with the one and only girl i've ever loved. from first sight, i knew that there was no one else as beautiful. she's my best mate and i don't have the balls to admit my feelings for her. therefore my dream would be for us to be together and have a family of our own."
secrets:
"secrets? well, i only really have one that everything else people don't know me revolves around. what is that? well, the fact that i'm a masochist. for those who don't know what that is, i like pain. i hurt myself intentionally. surprising, i know, but it has been like such since the age of nine. no, i don't cut myself. unfortunetly i have more creative, subtle ways that i have adapted over the years."
personality:
MASOCHIST, SELF-LOATHING, SUICIDAL
Although he doesn�t like to come to terms with it, Oliver has a problem. Ever since the age of nine, he has started to hurt himself. Not in the way that he became emo, but in the way that he would put himself through unnecessary pain on purpose. The only person aware is his mum, and that is because she walked in on him one day, knife in hand, about to kill himself. She was scared to say the least and seeing the worry in her eyes saved him. He couldn�t leave her- not like his father had, even if in a different way. She had gone through enough hurt. Oliver�s mind always played with him. He was never able to stay with the confirmed fact that he was cared about, even after that day. He often questions whether people even care, and if they would be better off without him around. Oliver finds himself disgusting, fat and troublesome even though he is none of the above. There doesn�t seem to be one day where he is content with himself. Every talent he has is shrugged off as nothing, or else is something that adds to his problem therefore being nothing that he can be proud of. Before he went to Hogwarts at the age of eleven, he played football and rugby. Both were contact sports, and both he was placed to tackle and take contact. He quite often was hit hard or would go for the bigger guys. Yes, he was able to take them but he was putting himself at bigger risk to get injured. His mum was a bright girl but she did miss the fact that it contributed to it because he always hid the fact that he was injured when it happened. Oliver found that little injures lasted longer and no doctor was needed. That being said, he didn�t like going to be healed at any point in time because the physical pain took away the everlasting emotional pain he felt daily.
LOYAL, TRUSTING, SECRETIVE
Oliver feels alone constantly despite the fact that he has always been quite the popular person. To him, his friends are there because they�re there. They wouldn�t truly care if anything happened to him. At least that�s what his mind tells him, even when it�s not in the least bit true. Because of this, Oliver is a great friend. He is there for every single one of his friends, male or female. He is always honest with him and hates to see any going through a difficult time. A majority of the friends that come to him are girls because of the fact that they�re more emotional and he is always a shoulder to cry on that won�t go blabbering about their problems or take advantage of their vulnerability. It would be crazy to doubt the fact that you could confide in Oliver, even if you weren�t close with him. He has a natural sense of being there and feels awful when someone�s feeling alone and he didn�t get to do anything to get rid of that factor. To be slightly hypocritical, when people trust him it doesn�t mean that he trusts them. There are many things- like his biggest issue- that nobody has noticed or been told. Many don�t know why his dad isn�t in his life and why he hates loathes him so much. Oliver has never been able to open up and just let out the fact that he�s hurting inside, and that his life is many things but perfect, stable and happy.
SELFLESS, FRIENDLY, LAZY
There are factors in Oliver�s personality that contradict each other. Every summer when he goes home to visit his mother he plays rugby. Even after finishing Hogwarts and getting a job he stayed on with a team back home. This would be considered active. However, in all other aspects of his life he is relaxed, laid back and has no problem doing nothing. He doesn�t exercise and stay fit. Instead, it comes naturally. Even if it didn�t, he most likely wouldn�t work out. No, he wouldn�t let himself get overweight but he wouldn�t try and achieve �great looks� because he already feels like he can never be attractive. So why work for something that�s unachievable? That�s his philosophy, anyway. People these days aren�t nice. Many grow up to be snobs and working as a manager, he comes across many people who have problems and stress in their life and like to scream at him for unreasonable things just to let it out. Being patient, he always just listens and has a smile on his face despite the fact and only finds that he is rude when people offend his friends or pick a fight with him. Thanks to his problem, fights seem to call out to him a little too often and though he tries to avoid them, sometimes they just seem inevitable. Being reckless with his own self, Oliver leaves all the care, cautiousness and love for others. He loves to help and give endlessly. He sees it as no problem and knows that everybody needs somebody and if he has to be that somebody while he�s around, why not be?
parents:
gertrude franks , mother
fred maddox , father , absent in his life
siblings:
n/a
others:
n/a
history:
Oliver was the first and only child to Gertrude Franks and Fred Maddox. The two were muggles and the household that he was brought into wasn't ideal. His parents weren't˜in love, not real love anyways. Fred had always had a short and vile temper towards Oliver's mum. At first, nothing bad really happened. Fred didn't help out with Oliver and was often out of the house, coming home late from work daily, leaving his mum to take care of him alone. By the time that Oliver reached the age of four, he knew who dad was but he didn't know why his dad wouldn't be there like his mum was. It brought quite a bit of confusion to the young boy but he never asked questions. It was at the age of seven where his father's temper was finally taken to the worst level and the unstable environment began.
One night he came home late and Gertrude asked him to watch Oliver while she went out because she never did get time to herself, and he called her an awful mother for wanting to leave their son and when they began to argue, it ended with a loud, hard hit to her face. He was beginning to be abusive. Fred had hit Gertrude before but he had gotten better after anger management. Lately, it seemed to be like he was a bomb ready to explode and he had finally went off. The worst of it all? He did it when Oliver was in the room, more than once, after that day. This went on for about three months before Gertrude was able to get the nerve to call the cops. He was taken away to spend time in prison and while he was in there, Oliver and his mum up and moved away to a place he wouldn't go looking. Filing a restraining order on his for both her and Oliver, she gained full custody and they both tried to move on from the short horror that had just occurred.
The fact that his dad had never actually been a real dad to him was why it wasn't too hard to not have him around. There was no real sadness felt. When father's day came around, he didn't like the fact that it was a reminder and he couldn't share it with anyone but that was short lived and only ever bothered him a little. The real problem in Oliver's life didn't start for two more years. Around the time that Oliver turned nine, he started to struggle with his will to live. He didn't feel like he mattered in the world and only seemed to consider himself as a roadblock in people's lives, keeping them from moving on to better friends. Instead of going straight to killing himself, he started to hurt himself. The worst of it was the mental impact it had to himself. Whenever he thought too much on the fact that he shouldn't be alive he got a migraine. He did go to the doctors for his migraines but they couldn't find out how to stop them. Pills made them worse, weren't affective in the least bit or helped but barely. At first they occurred frequently, but after time passed they didn't happen as often. He tried to control the thoughts because the migraines weren't pain he enjoyed. It was the only one that he found hurt too much.
Upon turning ten, he had shown magical abilities but they had been looked passed because of the minority and the fact that he was born to a muggle family- his mum didn't know anything like a wizarding world existed. Reluctant to send her only child away, Gertrude did as long as he promised to keep contact with her during his time at school and to visit whenever he could. Oliver kept the promise and came home every summer. He explained to her the classes that he was taking, and the fact that his favorite class was transfiguration- the class he was also best at- and what the four houses meant. He was sorted into Hufflepuff and all of it intrigued him and his mum. It was like an unreal experience happening to them both. Making many friends at Hogwarts, one would think his problem was helped.
Unfortunately, it got no better. If at all, it worsened. The feelings grew stronger and his mind liked to trick him more. The good thing was that the magical hospital was able to numb the pain of his migraines with potion, but he wasn't always keen on just drinking up potions to make his problems go away. He felt like a Lonnie having to use it to get better. It wasn't normal! He just wanted to be normal. Whatever normal ever was.
Graduating Hogwarts at the age of eighteen, having an earlier birthday and all, he was one of the top in his class. The University came out a little after he graduated but instead of going to school, he used strings that he had gained over the years and started to work at Flourish and Blotts. It didn't take long to have himself promoted to manager. It was a good job and he easily lived off of the money. Seeing his friends as much as he could, the person he grew closest to was a girl he met at Hogwarts. She meant everything to him then even though they weren't too close and still, she means everything to him now and over the years they became best mates. His feelings for her are more than what hers seem to be for him, but he doesn't feel like he’d do her any good as a boyfriend so he sits back and deserves, hating himself for never having the balls to say something.
gertrude franks , mother
fred maddox , father , absent in his life
siblings:
n/a
others:
n/a
history:
Oliver was the first and only child to Gertrude Franks and Fred Maddox. The two were muggles and the household that he was brought into wasn't ideal. His parents weren't˜in love, not real love anyways. Fred had always had a short and vile temper towards Oliver's mum. At first, nothing bad really happened. Fred didn't help out with Oliver and was often out of the house, coming home late from work daily, leaving his mum to take care of him alone. By the time that Oliver reached the age of four, he knew who dad was but he didn't know why his dad wouldn't be there like his mum was. It brought quite a bit of confusion to the young boy but he never asked questions. It was at the age of seven where his father's temper was finally taken to the worst level and the unstable environment began.
One night he came home late and Gertrude asked him to watch Oliver while she went out because she never did get time to herself, and he called her an awful mother for wanting to leave their son and when they began to argue, it ended with a loud, hard hit to her face. He was beginning to be abusive. Fred had hit Gertrude before but he had gotten better after anger management. Lately, it seemed to be like he was a bomb ready to explode and he had finally went off. The worst of it all? He did it when Oliver was in the room, more than once, after that day. This went on for about three months before Gertrude was able to get the nerve to call the cops. He was taken away to spend time in prison and while he was in there, Oliver and his mum up and moved away to a place he wouldn't go looking. Filing a restraining order on his for both her and Oliver, she gained full custody and they both tried to move on from the short horror that had just occurred.
The fact that his dad had never actually been a real dad to him was why it wasn't too hard to not have him around. There was no real sadness felt. When father's day came around, he didn't like the fact that it was a reminder and he couldn't share it with anyone but that was short lived and only ever bothered him a little. The real problem in Oliver's life didn't start for two more years. Around the time that Oliver turned nine, he started to struggle with his will to live. He didn't feel like he mattered in the world and only seemed to consider himself as a roadblock in people's lives, keeping them from moving on to better friends. Instead of going straight to killing himself, he started to hurt himself. The worst of it was the mental impact it had to himself. Whenever he thought too much on the fact that he shouldn't be alive he got a migraine. He did go to the doctors for his migraines but they couldn't find out how to stop them. Pills made them worse, weren't affective in the least bit or helped but barely. At first they occurred frequently, but after time passed they didn't happen as often. He tried to control the thoughts because the migraines weren't pain he enjoyed. It was the only one that he found hurt too much.
Upon turning ten, he had shown magical abilities but they had been looked passed because of the minority and the fact that he was born to a muggle family- his mum didn't know anything like a wizarding world existed. Reluctant to send her only child away, Gertrude did as long as he promised to keep contact with her during his time at school and to visit whenever he could. Oliver kept the promise and came home every summer. He explained to her the classes that he was taking, and the fact that his favorite class was transfiguration- the class he was also best at- and what the four houses meant. He was sorted into Hufflepuff and all of it intrigued him and his mum. It was like an unreal experience happening to them both. Making many friends at Hogwarts, one would think his problem was helped.
Unfortunately, it got no better. If at all, it worsened. The feelings grew stronger and his mind liked to trick him more. The good thing was that the magical hospital was able to numb the pain of his migraines with potion, but he wasn't always keen on just drinking up potions to make his problems go away. He felt like a Lonnie having to use it to get better. It wasn't normal! He just wanted to be normal. Whatever normal ever was.
Graduating Hogwarts at the age of eighteen, having an earlier birthday and all, he was one of the top in his class. The University came out a little after he graduated but instead of going to school, he used strings that he had gained over the years and started to work at Flourish and Blotts. It didn't take long to have himself promoted to manager. It was a good job and he easily lived off of the money. Seeing his friends as much as he could, the person he grew closest to was a girl he met at Hogwarts. She meant everything to him then even though they weren't too close and still, she means everything to him now and over the years they became best mates. His feelings for her are more than what hers seem to be for him, but he doesn't feel like he’d do her any good as a boyfriend so he sits back and deserves, hating himself for never having the balls to say something.
rp example:
One thing that Vladislav didn�t understand was how he could have missed seeing Adolphe in full. The boy could recall seeing him in the past, but because he had been tuned into something else each and every time, Vlad had neglected really notice. Thinking of the Professor, just picturing made him feel sick in the stomach. Why was he so stupid? His mother had been right when she called him brainless, and just now Vladislav was realizing it. If he had had a half a brain, he wouldn�t have wasted his time trying to hook up with a guy that wasn�t even worth his time. Instead, he would have been going for somebody who was, somebody who he felt he could look at all day, and actually be happy with. The funny thing was, he felt that way with just seeing Adolphe, which made Vladislav question whether he was making up some false reality in his head just because the guy was attractive. It was possible, as he had done it in the past to avoid really believing his family had some major issues happening within it. Completely dumbfound, there was little strength left in Vlad that kept him where he was, feet planted in front of Adolphe, opposed to moving towards the book self where he couldn�t be seen and allowing several books to fall onto his head, knocking out a few brain cells- or at least damaging them so they wouldn�t work to their full potential. He saw no harm in getting rid of a few more; it wasn�t like it would make him any less smart, as he wasn�t smart! Sparing them, however, he didn�t want to embarrass himself even more by having Adolphe hear him hurt himself, on purpose, to knock some sense into where there seemed to be none. That wasn�t something he wanted him to see, as he felt that he would be judged or thought differently of then he wanted to be. Little was he aware of, Adolphe had seen him before, and had an idea of who he was from other encounters. Biting down on his lip, the last person he would have ever thought of right at this moment was Zemfira. Okay, so not the last but definitely not the first! Having pushed Nate out of his mind, she popped into his place because of her name being mentioned. He knew Zemfira? Really? Mentally grumbling, Vladislav found himself somewhat hating on Zemfira for not mentioning that she had such an attractive friend that he hadn�t spoken too. That was only three quarters of his brain though, maybe a little more. The other quarter, or around that, understood why she hadn�t said anything. Vladislav didn�t talk to anybody unless he had somehow made friendships with them in the past. He wasn�t one to start a conversation, and resented most people for being annoyed, even if they were just being themselves. Zemfira had learned that in the past from trying to make him more social, but realizing that he really was okay with just having a few people who he would go too. Not too sure if she would believe him when he told her that he had talked to a really attractive piece of man, he made sure to note to try it out, even if his mind was planning on bragging to her that he had the pleasure to look at a person as beautiful as the sunset on a summer night.
Slowly becoming less flustered, Vladislav was able to focus more clearly, his emotions straightening out as much as they could for the time being. One thing that the boy wished he was able to do was not be nervous, however. Adolphe seemed to be pulling it off perfectly. His face had a cute grin plastered across it, picture freaking perfect right from the start. Even if he wasn�t nervous, Vlad knew quite well that he would not be able to do a smile with such ease and perfection. �Careful. They�re hot. Red hot.� he informed the beautiful man, waiting for the cheese to melt out of his veins for the �red hot� addition to his statement. Holding back the shock that wished to run through him as Adolphe�s finger brushed against his to pick up the candy, the feeling was as if lightening had just shot through him, twice, and left him alive to get the thrill and shock. Absentmindedly moving his one hand up to his heart, he casually pretended to scratch his chest upon noticing. Moving it back down, Vladislav pushed his hand within his pockets so that they couldn�t roam and do whatever they felt like it without his mind being able to think first. Feeling fuzzy inside with the thought that Adolphe cared about his heart continuing to beat, his mind snapped back into it and realized that he had to be kidding himself. This guy did not know him, and there wasn�t a way he would be gay. And even if he was, there was not a chance that he would be attracted to such a self-conscious guy like him. He would go for somebody more attractive, somebody muscular and funny. Starting to wish he was funny, there were so many traits he was guessing Adolphe would look for in his partner, all of them being ones that he did not poses himself. Why was it that when one was attracted to another it always seemed so impossible for them to feel the same way? Vlad could mule over several reasons, but the main one that came to his mind was because it was him, and nobody could ever have feelings for somebody so screwed up in every single way. One that may come to everybody else�s mind could be that when you were in love, everything seemed to be too good to be true. Not only that, so many claimed that love came to those who deserved it, and many had decided that they didn�t. Vladislav was one of those who believed it, and wished he could actually be the type that believed love came to those who were lucky instead. That was, however, not what he went on to believe, thanks to his mother cheating. Because of her, he believed that love came to those who were lucky, and his father wasn�t the lucky type. He believed that people faked it so that they could go on with life and try it out; only to end up noticing exactly that; that it was fake. It was a real downer, especially for Vladislav who was at the age where he was curious to figure out what exactly was possible and out there for him to feel.
Listening as the beautiful man gave his name, Vladislav felt as if he had sung it out in a sweet melody. It seemed to have the right ring to it, one that would just roll of his tongue like his favorite song did to the artist. �Vladislav.. Smirnov.� he replied, also neglecting to mention his last name. Vladislav hadn�t paused before his last name to copy Adolphe, no. He had done it because he wasn�t a fan of the family that he had come into the world apart of. He was ashamed, even if nobody was aware of why. Unsure of why the last name Wulf sounded so familiar, he guessed it was because he had somebody in his class with the same last name. There were so many siblings these days in Hogwarts, he wouldn�t be surprised. After all, he had siblings, so why wouldn�t there be a chance of Adolphe having them as well? �Most just call me Vlad, though.. It�s easier. I guess� just in case his name didn�t have the perfect sound, he gave out his nickname, willing Adolphe to use it if he so desired. Of the few people he actually spoke too, all of them called him by his nickname, his full name only being used when they were joking around, angry or too lazy to shorten it, if that made any sense. Glancing towards the chair, it was quite some way away from where he would look to be. Preferring the distance he was right now, Vladislav shrunk down and sat on the floor, not minding having to tilt his head slightly upwards to see Adolphe. �I�m good here.� though he wouldn�t admit it out loud, the other major reason as to why he didn�t move the chair was because he was afraid he�d be too heavy. The Hufflepuff boy wasn�t exactly the strongest. Actually, he was the exact opposite. All skin and bone. How embarrassing would it be if he tried, and failed? The chance just wasn�t something Vladislav could take. Why didn�t he use magic, you ask? Well, that was easy too. Vladislav felt that it would be overly lazy to use a spell to move an inanimate object. and also didn�t know if Adolphe would even wish for him to move the chair closer than it already was. Vladislav didn�t want to screw anything up by scaring Addy. Mumbling under his breath, Vladislav choose to not mentally beat himself up for his statement again. �I�m sure it can get any more flushed.� he finished, murmuring everything else, but ending with a louder note by chance. Unaware if Adolphe had heard, he didn�t really care. It wasn�t as if he had said anything that would be offensive or rude. Looking up Adolphe almost instantly, his eyes had felt the pull to look at him right as he popped into his thoughts again, having not left for more than a second.
One thing that Vladislav didn�t understand was how he could have missed seeing Adolphe in full. The boy could recall seeing him in the past, but because he had been tuned into something else each and every time, Vlad had neglected really notice. Thinking of the Professor, just picturing made him feel sick in the stomach. Why was he so stupid? His mother had been right when she called him brainless, and just now Vladislav was realizing it. If he had had a half a brain, he wouldn�t have wasted his time trying to hook up with a guy that wasn�t even worth his time. Instead, he would have been going for somebody who was, somebody who he felt he could look at all day, and actually be happy with. The funny thing was, he felt that way with just seeing Adolphe, which made Vladislav question whether he was making up some false reality in his head just because the guy was attractive. It was possible, as he had done it in the past to avoid really believing his family had some major issues happening within it. Completely dumbfound, there was little strength left in Vlad that kept him where he was, feet planted in front of Adolphe, opposed to moving towards the book self where he couldn�t be seen and allowing several books to fall onto his head, knocking out a few brain cells- or at least damaging them so they wouldn�t work to their full potential. He saw no harm in getting rid of a few more; it wasn�t like it would make him any less smart, as he wasn�t smart! Sparing them, however, he didn�t want to embarrass himself even more by having Adolphe hear him hurt himself, on purpose, to knock some sense into where there seemed to be none. That wasn�t something he wanted him to see, as he felt that he would be judged or thought differently of then he wanted to be. Little was he aware of, Adolphe had seen him before, and had an idea of who he was from other encounters. Biting down on his lip, the last person he would have ever thought of right at this moment was Zemfira. Okay, so not the last but definitely not the first! Having pushed Nate out of his mind, she popped into his place because of her name being mentioned. He knew Zemfira? Really? Mentally grumbling, Vladislav found himself somewhat hating on Zemfira for not mentioning that she had such an attractive friend that he hadn�t spoken too. That was only three quarters of his brain though, maybe a little more. The other quarter, or around that, understood why she hadn�t said anything. Vladislav didn�t talk to anybody unless he had somehow made friendships with them in the past. He wasn�t one to start a conversation, and resented most people for being annoyed, even if they were just being themselves. Zemfira had learned that in the past from trying to make him more social, but realizing that he really was okay with just having a few people who he would go too. Not too sure if she would believe him when he told her that he had talked to a really attractive piece of man, he made sure to note to try it out, even if his mind was planning on bragging to her that he had the pleasure to look at a person as beautiful as the sunset on a summer night.
Slowly becoming less flustered, Vladislav was able to focus more clearly, his emotions straightening out as much as they could for the time being. One thing that the boy wished he was able to do was not be nervous, however. Adolphe seemed to be pulling it off perfectly. His face had a cute grin plastered across it, picture freaking perfect right from the start. Even if he wasn�t nervous, Vlad knew quite well that he would not be able to do a smile with such ease and perfection. �Careful. They�re hot. Red hot.� he informed the beautiful man, waiting for the cheese to melt out of his veins for the �red hot� addition to his statement. Holding back the shock that wished to run through him as Adolphe�s finger brushed against his to pick up the candy, the feeling was as if lightening had just shot through him, twice, and left him alive to get the thrill and shock. Absentmindedly moving his one hand up to his heart, he casually pretended to scratch his chest upon noticing. Moving it back down, Vladislav pushed his hand within his pockets so that they couldn�t roam and do whatever they felt like it without his mind being able to think first. Feeling fuzzy inside with the thought that Adolphe cared about his heart continuing to beat, his mind snapped back into it and realized that he had to be kidding himself. This guy did not know him, and there wasn�t a way he would be gay. And even if he was, there was not a chance that he would be attracted to such a self-conscious guy like him. He would go for somebody more attractive, somebody muscular and funny. Starting to wish he was funny, there were so many traits he was guessing Adolphe would look for in his partner, all of them being ones that he did not poses himself. Why was it that when one was attracted to another it always seemed so impossible for them to feel the same way? Vlad could mule over several reasons, but the main one that came to his mind was because it was him, and nobody could ever have feelings for somebody so screwed up in every single way. One that may come to everybody else�s mind could be that when you were in love, everything seemed to be too good to be true. Not only that, so many claimed that love came to those who deserved it, and many had decided that they didn�t. Vladislav was one of those who believed it, and wished he could actually be the type that believed love came to those who were lucky instead. That was, however, not what he went on to believe, thanks to his mother cheating. Because of her, he believed that love came to those who were lucky, and his father wasn�t the lucky type. He believed that people faked it so that they could go on with life and try it out; only to end up noticing exactly that; that it was fake. It was a real downer, especially for Vladislav who was at the age where he was curious to figure out what exactly was possible and out there for him to feel.
Listening as the beautiful man gave his name, Vladislav felt as if he had sung it out in a sweet melody. It seemed to have the right ring to it, one that would just roll of his tongue like his favorite song did to the artist. �Vladislav.. Smirnov.� he replied, also neglecting to mention his last name. Vladislav hadn�t paused before his last name to copy Adolphe, no. He had done it because he wasn�t a fan of the family that he had come into the world apart of. He was ashamed, even if nobody was aware of why. Unsure of why the last name Wulf sounded so familiar, he guessed it was because he had somebody in his class with the same last name. There were so many siblings these days in Hogwarts, he wouldn�t be surprised. After all, he had siblings, so why wouldn�t there be a chance of Adolphe having them as well? �Most just call me Vlad, though.. It�s easier. I guess� just in case his name didn�t have the perfect sound, he gave out his nickname, willing Adolphe to use it if he so desired. Of the few people he actually spoke too, all of them called him by his nickname, his full name only being used when they were joking around, angry or too lazy to shorten it, if that made any sense. Glancing towards the chair, it was quite some way away from where he would look to be. Preferring the distance he was right now, Vladislav shrunk down and sat on the floor, not minding having to tilt his head slightly upwards to see Adolphe. �I�m good here.� though he wouldn�t admit it out loud, the other major reason as to why he didn�t move the chair was because he was afraid he�d be too heavy. The Hufflepuff boy wasn�t exactly the strongest. Actually, he was the exact opposite. All skin and bone. How embarrassing would it be if he tried, and failed? The chance just wasn�t something Vladislav could take. Why didn�t he use magic, you ask? Well, that was easy too. Vladislav felt that it would be overly lazy to use a spell to move an inanimate object. and also didn�t know if Adolphe would even wish for him to move the chair closer than it already was. Vladislav didn�t want to screw anything up by scaring Addy. Mumbling under his breath, Vladislav choose to not mentally beat himself up for his statement again. �I�m sure it can get any more flushed.� he finished, murmuring everything else, but ending with a louder note by chance. Unaware if Adolphe had heard, he didn�t really care. It wasn�t as if he had said anything that would be offensive or rude. Looking up Adolphe almost instantly, his eyes had felt the pull to look at him right as he popped into his thoughts again, having not left for more than a second.
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