MEMORIES THAT FADE LIKE PHOTOS

[destrey g. roux]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] A SMILE FOR YOUR SCRAPBOOK, A STORY TO BE TOLD The Words: 1013 The Tag: elena platt The Notes it's probably all over c: sorry The weather was overly hot, adding humidity to make you sweat even when naked. this, easily, lead him looking around at girls who still pulled off a sexy look even when the negatives were playing upon them. it didn't take him too long to find one girl. Aubree Platt. Aubree would be a score, there was no doubt about this. He thought this as he admired her curves from across the courtyard, letting out a whistle as he walked up behind her. Trey was a pig, and he was proud of it. For some reason, although girls said they hated it when they were with other females, if an asshole played it right somehow it attracted even the haters. He loved it because he had always been able to play it off with a success. "looking good." he had commented, noticably checking her out head to toe. from then on, casual conversation was made to get to know her as much as he got to know any other girl; nothing more than the basics. Trey was good at telling whether girls would sleep with him without it, and she wasn't one of them. his dick had what seemed like an sixth sense. it had never been wrong and he was proud. complementing her here, laughing at her lame jokes there, he didn't find anyone funny but himself, even if he had no sense of humour to share with the crowd that was positive or clean. getting even one alone would be luck. leaving here where she was, it was then that he had set out to find the other Platt girl- the younger one. he had two ideas in mind when he succeeded at this; one, use her and get to Aubree from that. he didn't care if they didn't get along, they were sisters and he had ways of getting people to do what he pleased. if they talked after he had been laid, he wouldn't care. it wasn't his problem after that. the second plan was to hit the little sister. when one girl was hot, typically the genes can be found in the rest family. he had made sure to pay attention in these cases. fishing was real easy when knowledge about the good water was accessible, and the right lure was put into place. everything which he could accomplish in a breeze. before long, he had asked somebody who the damn sister was because he was tired of searching after two minutes. it was pointless to search when she could be any hot blonde girl- after all, Hogwarts was in his favour. or, in other words, loaded with them. "you're the other one?" trey found himself highly amused at the time. he had been directed by a Ravenclaw in her year and Elena had been nothing like the image in his head. the memory was quite clear. that had been awhile ago, though. now he found that he felt differently for the girl in the picture. everything had started when Aubree Platt had approached him. she was a beautiful girl and they had made nice. he had wanted to get closer to her without trying, and naturally when she mentioned that she had a sister, he went for her. he wasn't into how much of a bitch she was, even if she had put up with him checking her out. responses were big when dealing with somebody else's personality. Trey found that he had come across too many women who were bitches that tried to claw his eyes out when he didn't call them the next day, even if all they had orignally wanted was sex. as far as he was concerned, it was fucked and he was not into that shit. the trait just didn't fit right with her for him to actually find it attractive and manageable to put up with. however, when he had found the 'other' Platt as he sister had called her, they looked nothing alike. why wasn't she the sexy blonde girl he had imagined? at the time, Elena hadn't been attractive at all. she hadn't bloomed and she definitely wasn't what Trey was looking to get laid by. he had standards. his first instinct was to walk away, say some nasty comment and get on with his life. something stopped him though. the story went on a path even he hadn't expected. a stunned reaction still hit him every once and awhile. somehow, somewhere along the line their relationship had changed. Destrey hadn't thought of taking a second look at her, and he didn't- at least not as anything more than a friend. for an unknown reason, Trey started to see Elena more and they have become close. the Gryffindor put up with his bad side- something he would never get- and brushed it off when he treated her like crap or made comments about her sister. she may be a bitch, but he still admired. although he hadn't admitted it, he wanted to hit that still. the only reason he hadn't was because of the whole 'bitch, you better call me back' ordeal that he was unsure would happen (thank you, crazy chicks) and for some odd reason, he had the most respect he had for anyone in Ellie. it may not seem like much to most, but coming from the Slytherin Roux boy, it was a lot. he didn't respect, trust or put up with pussies. he did anything but that, really. what was so different that, somehow, she had found the other side of him though? having planned to meet up with her, it had only been a year since they met. he was in his graduating (hopefully) year- further than he had been when he looked back on the year the rest of his age group had been intending to move to the University. shrugging it off, he didn't care. school was all troll shit anyway. sitting down at the local cafe, he waited. they may be friends, but even with that title he was impatient as hell. created by ADE! 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[elena m. platt]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] “You’re the other one?” The four most dreaded words in Elena Platt’s view. The other one. The awkward one. Hell, they may as well turn around and blatantly say ‘the ugly one’. “You’re the other one” was something Ellie had heard a lot. In fact, it was something she had heard for her entire life. Relatives, friends, strangers. When looking at her gorgeous, flawless sister, people couldn’t help but be disappointed upon seeing her. She was awkward, young. Her body was disproportionate, she had absolutely no chest. She was awkwardly skinny, her front teeth were long and her parents refused to let the nurse fix them. Her hair was stringy, her eyes dull. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, alluring about her. Sometimes, in weaker moments of hers, she would wonder if she had been an ugly baby, resulting in her being put up for adoption. Knowing nothing about her birth parents or heritage, she couldn’t exactly rule it out. Either way, this was Elena Platt’s reality. Being the ugly sister, the girl who would rely on her grades and ability to laugh off what people said about her. Being the daughter who would probably pay for her sister’s boob job, or the daughter placed in charge of finding an appropriate rest home for her parents. Elena’s future in terms of being attractive, of finding a boyfriend, or being normal was pretty bleak, and she knew it. She had expected the same sort of treatment that she had received at primary school for when she got to Hogwarts. After all, once Aubree came back and told her of the beautiful girls, the gorgeous guys, and how it was “just a normal school with wands”, Elena lost any hope that people like her would even exist in that world. After all, these people were magic. They could fix their acne, make their teeth proportionate… Anything. And she was just a “mug-gal”, someone who was destined to be ugly. Of course, once she met Tashia, everything sort of fell into place for her. She was actually happy, around people who knew the pain of being compared. Although Ada didn’t have siblings of her own, Tashia and Marley had to compare with their indescribably gorgeous sisters. Ainsley had to compare with Aria. They all understood, and it was such a relief. But of course, outside their little group, their sanctuary, the jeers, the stares, everything would come back. The laughs from the Slytherin’s upon realising that the only Gryffindor in her group of friends was Aubree Platt’s sister. She was the other one, the un-beautiful, undesirable one. Which is why, upon meeting Destrey Roux, she wasn’t surprised at his complete lack of empathy for her situation. The other one. The disappointment in his plan to get to her sister. Ellie wasn’t stupid, she was well aware of Trey’s intentions; it was just the same as everyone else’s. Any boy that gave her attention (except, of course, the likes of Winter) was after one thing; an easy ticket to her sister. Trey was to be no different, and she knew this from the very moment that she met him that she was nothing more than a pawn in the game to score with her sister. Oddly enough, however, he had stuck around. They were… friends? It was weird. Definitely a very strange relationship. She rarely spent the time trying to scrutinise their relationship though. Trey, she figured, was the type of person that you ‘took what you got’, and didn’t ask for more. And even though she was curious as to why he had stuck around and kept hanging out with ‘the other one’, she never asked. Instead, she’d eagerly await the owls he’d send asking to catch up, or something. Hanging out with Trey was… Fun. Different. Unusual, for her, and she wasn’t about to complain about it. Today was such a case, and as she scrambled around the dorm room looking for the left shoe that would make her outfit look complete (she had to have good clothes, it made up for her lacking in other areas). It didn’t help that Mattie was talking to her about something that was really confusing and distracting her. To say that least, it was absolute chaos, and Ellie was particularly conscious of the fact that she was most probably keeping Trey waiting. As she finally found her shoe, grabbed her wand and was actually ready to leave, she dashed for the door, her call of ”Be cool, bitches!” only just audible over the rustle of clothes and the sound of her footsteps rushing to meet him. Since she was still pretty young, she was unable to apparate or make any actual effort to magic herself there (once she found out that there were rules to magic and shizz, she was pretty disappointed. This was effectively just being a muggle, which sucked!), she ran. After all, not only was it Trey waiting and he his infamous lack of patience was urging her on, she hated being late. After all, she was already severely lacking in the looks department, she didn’t really want to disappoint anyone in any other area, certainly if it was one she could control. It probably explained a lot of her quirks and whatever they were called; like her need to get good grades, her punctual nature, her kind persona. She wasn’t about to give people another reason to pick on her. Finally making it to the café, it didn’t take her long to spot Trey’s face in the crowd of students and adults eating at the same café. Trying to calm her breathing and regain whatever cool and dignity she had maintained from the run, she began to walk towards his table, only to trip and make a complete scene as she yelped from the fright. Attracting the attention from the waitresses and the couple who’s table she had tripped over, as well as just about every eye in the café, Ellie wished she could evaporate then and there. Assuring everyone she was fine, she stood up, tried to ignore the fact that she now had coffee stains all over her new shirt, and the bruise that was likely forming on her right shin, she calmly walked over to Trey’s table. ”So.” She said, a toothy grin appearing, oddly disproportionate to her skinny face. ”I hear that Falls are always nice this time of the year.” She finished. It was a lame joke, and she knew it. But, if you knew her dad you’d understand. notes, sorry it took so long (: and it was a great thread! word count, 1083 thanks brooklyn from caution

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