Post by phoenix n. malfoy on Sept 12, 2011 16:41:53 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts
so much hate for the ones we love
TAG: BEN ONE LAST THING: HOPE IT'S ALRIGHT. SHORT POSTS FTW?
Phoenix Malfoy was a bucketload of complications. most people didn't even bother understanding the boy, let alone get to know him on a personal level. Phoenix didn't have many close friends, and those that he did consider his 'best friends' he grew up knowing, and not by his own personal choice. that wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy spending time with his closest friend, Lucian Flint, but had he been given the choice....things would have been vastly different. had that been an option, Phoenix wouldn't have friends at all. his grandfather had told him numerous times that having friends only made matters worse. when it came down to it, caring for another person was just a weakness that he couldn't -- shouldn't, rather -- possess. caring for those few that he did love was just a step back from where he needed to be as a malfoy, and an aspiring minister of magic. being in love with a half-blood was disgusting in his grandfather's eyes. Aribelle was the most amazing person that Phoenix had ever met, but her blood status (though it was identical to his own) stood in the way of him loving her. loving anyone, let alone a half-blood, was completely forbidden in his mind. his own parents loved and adored Aribelle, and thought that she was the best thing to ever happen to their self-absorbed, brooding son. his grandfather, however, was a different story entirely. Draco wanted the best for his grandson, (and his granddaughter, though Phoenix had never seen him display this sentiment outright) and marrying another half-blood somewhere down the road just didn't fit into the picture that Draco had painted for Phoenix.
a Malfoy at heart, Phoenix absorbed everything that came out of his grandfather's mouth. merlin knew that he couldn't trust his own father's judgment -- he had married a Weasley, for goodness sake. however, Phoenix couldn't lie and say that he didn't love his mother. as obnoxious as the thought of a Malfoy marrying a Weasley was in his mind, Rose Weasley was someone that you just couldn't help but love. she was frequently overbearing, which was something that Phoenix always figured was a part of being a good mother. he knew that she loved him enough to scold him for being around his grandparents far too much; but when the tables were turned, Phoenix had the ability to turn her quick-witted remark inside out. he didn't much care for her side of the family, despite their willingness to deal with his mood swings. both Ron and Hermione were excellent grandparents, but Phoenix paid no mind to the quality of people's personalities. instead, he looked more at quantity -- money, assets, influence, power -- things that could get him far in life. as far as anything else was concerned, Phoenix had no business caring. however, that never stopped him from doing so, and despite having his grandfather for support, he couldn't push people out of his life. at least, not completely. glancing up from the book in his lap, Phoenix looked towards the stage, which was vacant at the current time. even while it was occupied, the auditorium was the quietest place to be, and a boy as brooding as Phoenix typically needed several hours a day to do nothing but think. so there he sat, absentmindedly flipping through the pages of his textbook, ignoring the sound of footsteps that fell shortly behind him.
tell me that we both matter dont we
