for the first time -- maddox

[annabel n. lestrange]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts The Words: 834 The Outfit: skirt, shirt, belt The Notes is this good? despite the fact that annabel was taking every healing class there was, she still had enough time for one more class of her choosing. after a lot of looking at class pamphlets, annabel still had the small pile of them at the foot of her desk, annabel had decided to take music history. annabel had heard about the class from some of the older students, and from what she had been told, the subjects that were taught in class seemed interesting enough. the class had begun a couple weeks ago, and it was one of those once a week courses. so, on monday mornings, annabel trudged her way to the building next to her dorm, and then went into the music history class. today was no exception. professor krueger, a middle-aged women with frizzy dark brown hair, smiled kindly at annabel and said hello as she entered class and took her seat in the back row. annabel always smiled back and said hello in return, and was one of the few students that actually did this. some people called her a teacher’s pet for this, but annabel had been raised to have good manners, along with her sisters nico, whose actual name was nicolette, and roe, whose actual name was rowan. the lestrange triplets had been taught polite behavior and proper etiquette when they were young, and old habits die hard. annabel could even put up with grandma lestrange when she complained about their “weasley hair”, though it was more like “veela hair” since it was blond, even though she barely just managed to. annabel guessed it could have been worse, the lestrange grandparents could have forbidden the marriage, meaning tom, her other brother, nico, roe and herself wouldn’t have been born, but annabel still greatly disliked her grandparents. she preferred the weasley side of herself, at least the weasleys were fun. and there were oodles of weasley relatives. unfortunately, none of annabel’s relatives, weasleys or carrows, were in her music history class. as she sat down next to a pimply brunette to her left and a platinum blond guy to her right, annabel looked around. though they weren’t her relatives, annabel knew their names. the brunette to her left was Jessica something-or-another, and the guy to her left was maddox perlin. benedikt perlin’s little brother. inside her head, annabel made a face at the thought of that stupid excuse of a human being. he had impregnated nico, and was a complete, utter manwhore. annabel didn’t hate him mainly because of his attitude, though that was part of the reason why she detested the guy. the fact that he had made nico pregnant though was just horrible. perlin could live one hundred lifetimes and still not deserve her sister, yet he had gotten her to carry his baby. if annabel could ever catch perlin when he was alone… well, the hospital wing would have one extra patient that night. stealing a very quick glance over at maddox, annabel couldn’t help but approve of how maddox didn’t look similar to his brother. his hair was lighter than ben perlin’s dirty blond, and his lips looked bigger. well, bigger than most people in general. somehow, it didn’t look completely terrible. but she wasn’t looking for any relationship right now. she hadn’t been looking for one ever since sixth year, when that ravenclaw had ripped her heart into a million pieces. annabel hadn’t ever wanted to fall for someone again, because she didn’t want to risk being hurt, again. so whenever some guy had ever seemed interested in her, she always tuned him out, or ignored him. it wasn’t that she was heartless. she just… couldn’t feel what she had felt in sixth year again. thinking about relationships and her terrible break-up in her sixth year made her head hurt, so to take her mind off it all, annabel doodled in her notebook. right now she was doodling things at random. she had first drawn a smiley face, then an ice cream cone, and now she was drawing a unicorn. annabel wasn’t the best artist in the world, she could only draw simple things really well, but she was putting an unusual amount of effort into her unicorn. when she finished, it covered a huge amount of a page in her notebook in the top right corner. it wasn’t an amazing masterpiece, yet it wasn’t completely horrible either. looking up from her notebook, annabel looked up at the clock. there was twenty minutes before class. wow, she was early today. looking around, annabel did see only half of the normal class actually in the classroom. they looked half asleep, though. not sure what to do, annabel put her pencil down and took out her blue plastic hairbrush from her shoulder bag. then she began to brush her hair, even though she had brushed it earlier. she was just bored, and, well, some part inside her brain, the ocd part, wanted her hair to look absolutely, completely perfect. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL Lyrics by Taylor Swift

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[maddox d. perlin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more maddox was late. he’d woken up late, he’d taken too long to get ready, and he’d had to sprint to his first class of the morning, music history. his hair was slightly disheveled as he walked in the door, nodding and smiling at the professor when she said hello to him. he was halfway to where he usually sat when he realized something. if he was late for class, then why was she in such a good mood yet? if he was late for class, then why were only half the kids, if that even, here? maddox glanced over at the clock and... figures. he was twenty minutes early for class. this class started at eight thirty, not eight. and this whole time he’d been terrified of being late, and having to face his professor’s wrath... great. perfect. now he was already here, early, and had nothing to do. they hadn’t had any homework since last week, had they? nah, he didn’t think so. instead he just had twenty minutes to kill until eight thirty. maddox sighed as he sat down, no one near his seat but a brunette two seats away. he didn’t recognize her. it was sort of odd, really, because even though maddox couldn’t say he was the most popular kid in school or anything, he had a good number of friends, and really, he knew just about everyone. it helped that he was on the gryffindor quidditch team, because some of the older guys — and girls — on there were always giving him tips and helping him learn who’s who and who matters. maddox loved quidditch. if it wasn’t for music, he would have gladly devoted his entire life to the sport. instead, it took spot number two. nope, his schooling for becoming a musician was number one. this was evident by the fact that he got up early every morning for classes. today, monday, was a particular early morning. eight thirty was the earliest all week that maddox had a class. somehow he’d gotten lucky with his schedule; the rest of the week, he had nothing before nine thirty, and he loved it. thursdays in particular were wonderful: no morning classes at all, just afternoon. it was rare, he’d heard, that this happened, and seeing especially as he was a first-semester freshman, maddox knew he was extremely lucky. he never considered himself to be a lucky person otherwise. in fact, maddox perlin had a very questionable view of himself. he doubted himself in every aspect of his life. deep down, maddox knew he was good at music, he knew he was good at quidditch, but yet somehow.. he just didn’t believe it. he didn’t think he was good enough. he had to improve, he needed to improve. he wasn’t going to succeed in life. maddox was the sort of guy known for cheering others up and all, but he doubted himself every other second. it’s hypocrisy, really. he tells others they can succeed no matter what and can get wherever they want in life, and they believe him. then he looks at himself, and it’s a completely different story. you’re not good enough, maddox. you’re mediocre at everything you consider a talent. majoring in music? what a stupid decision. you’re not good enough for it. how did they let you onto that quidditch team? was there just no one else looking for the spot? they must have been desperate. maddox sighed, dropping his head onto the table. maybe he’d just take a nap. now was no time for thinking; it was way too early in the morning for any of that. he soon heard movement next to him, however, and sat up. there was a girl sitting down next to him, between him and that brunette girl. he knew the name of this girl, however. annabel. a lestrange, too. maddox had nothing against the name, really, but it still made him question her a little the first time he’d seen her. she seemed nice enough, though. not to mention extremely beautiful... maddox glanced again at the clock. ugh. come on. he wasted away a few minutes by timing how many times he blinked in a minute, timing how many breaths he took in in two minutes, and trying to say ‘mm’ for seven seconds with his nose plugged. it was getting boring, though. as there was no one on his other side, maddox couldn’t help but glance back over at annabel. she had been drawing or something, because there were a few doodles on her paper. maddox smiled a bit at them and looked up at her to say something, but she was.. brushing her hair? in class? he smiled a bit more. he didn’t know why, but he found that adorable. even her doodles were adorable. “do you always wait until class to brush your hair?” he asked, giving her that same smile. “i always thought girls did that earlier in the morning, you know.” he wasn’t insulting her, just teasing, and he really hoped she would take it just as that. he didn’t want to hurt her feelings or anything. after all, maddox didn’t know this girl at all, other than her name. he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. 878 words , ah, this isn’t very good. sorry , your love is a lie by simple plan

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