*/ WHAT I SHOULD'VE SAID - conor

[matilda p. rowle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww12/Soifon1/backgroundev8.png);width:420px; height:400px; padding-left:20px; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px;] i miss everything about you. can't believe that i still want you and after all the things we've been through. i miss everything about you ------------------- tag: conor prince , word count: 1063 , lyric credit: colbie calliat , notes: hope it's okay? mattie really wasn't a big partier at all. she was more of a homebody but going out wasn't going to be bad for her. mattie ruffled her red hair in the mirror. while in the dark, her hair still stood out. she found that people either loved it or hated it. loved it for how vibrant it was or hated it on how obnoxious it was. mattie didn't care though, it was what she was used to. it stood her apart from the others. if it wasn't for her surname then it would be for her hair. going into university, mattie would be the last rowle coming in. she had her cousin but he was a rosier. she was the youngest of the rowle's and when she came in, she would already be known for what her last name was. it was like hogwarts all over again and she would have a hard time creating her own identity. maybe she would be compared to one of her sisters or maybe even mav because they were both gryffindor. mattie never knew when it came to the different students. she wasn't very popular though, being only a freshmen the only time she was ever known was when her surname was called. coming to university, mattie didn't know what it would be like. she had been a little nervous coming to hogwarts but she had her siblings to rely on. now that it was university, mattie was relying on herself to know what was happening. she looked at herself in the mirror checking to see if she was okay. she took a few jumps in front of the mirror watching her hair fly around. it was her favorite thing about her appearance clearly. she had decided to wear it her natural red. mattie was a metamorphmagus and changing her hair color had come naturally to her. she often did change the color when she went out but not tonight. she would go natural. mattie smoothed out the gold dress she was wearing and ran down the stairs of her dorm with only one of her heels on her shoes. she was already late to meet friends and the heels hurt her feet anyway. walking into the scene of nitro, mattie's brown eyes glistened into a blue with excitement. she had been to nitro throughout the summer and it had been good fun but now she was in university. the guys who did creep on her wouldn't be creeped out that she wasn't in university yet. mattie never took their offer to come home with them but it was good fun to have someone interested in her -or actually mattie just found it fun to talk to new people. seeing one of her friend's over at the bar side, mattie immediately set forth to sit down next to her. when she did, she ordered a drink for the two. mattie smiled as her friend started to talk. the party scene was a little intimidating but mattie wasn't new to it. in her forth year, a boy had taught her a lot on the subject. conor prince. that boy had been partying since his third year and mattie had only occasionally went to a party. however when they had started dating, she had decided to go to more parties with him. she remembered him telling her who to trust, what lines were used and not to mess with any guys. mattie had learned from the best. it had been three years ago but mattie still remembered it. their relationship had lasted around a year and he had been special to mattie. he wasn't some boy who had just walked into her life, okay maybe he was but he had become more than that. mattie had a crush since first year and that crush had never given up. it did die down but mattie still felt an attraction to him. at first, she had been a pester to him but she was eleven when they met. it was only normal that she had been a little twerp. she had grown up even more now. three years was a long time for someone to grow up especially from fifteen till now eighteen. she had grown into a young woman actually. a woman who was learning who she was and what she wanted. mattie had been naive in that relationship and she had learned. there was no way that she could trust someone like him. mattie had done all she could to avoid him. it had been hard when they were both at hogwarts but different years and houses had made it easier. once he had graduated, mattie had been set free. now at university, anything could happen. she had learned that conor was there she just didn't know where and she didn't want to learn. mattie had placed herself onto a couch to relax. she always seemed to be dancing but now she was relaxing. her eyes had went back to their natural brown. she watched the people that were in the club. mattie was having a good time. it was the weekend which meant no homework. well there probably was homework but mattie didn't pay attention enough to actually know. she leaned back on the couch in a pleasant mood. what broke her comfortable mood was seeing a shag of dark hair. it couldn't be. mattie didn't want to believe that it was him. she covered one of her eyes with her hand but peering through the cracks of her fingertips. she felt her heartbeat faster and a sick feeling in her stomach. of all the nights that she could have chosen, he would be here. why wouldn't he be here though? mattie wouldn't have expected for him to died down on his partying. it had been three years since they had talked though. why was she making this a big deal? if anything they could be civil people right? she was convinced that she would have a new girlfriend. conor had always been a charmer. probably a curvaceous blonde who was tall and a slytherin. the total opposite of who mattie was. she didn't even know if he was going to talk to her. it had taken a lot for him to acknowledge who she was at hogwarts but now at university, mattie doubted she would be even looked at.

[conor]

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conor ran a hand through his dark, shaggy hair, and couldn't help but grin. there was nothing he loved more than a good party and judging by how the dark room was practically shaking from the vibrations of the music, this was definitely one of those parties. making his way through the tangled mess of people on the dance floor, con emerged from the corner of the room where he'd just been snogging some girl, and kept his gaze fixated on the bar in the distance. though conor hooked up with a decent number of girls each night, he was not as desperate as some might have believed him to be. for just a sophomore, conor had already made a pretty big name for himself in the slytherin house, and was sort of renowned for such. everyone outside of slytherin considered him to be a narcissistic asshole, naturally, but everyone of his house appreciated his constant wickedness. after all, he was a slytherin. and what were slytherins if they weren't nasty and evil? pushing through the mosh-pit of sweating bodies, conor wrinkled his nose, before finally reaching the bar. he liked to dance, sure, but far too many of the people here were evidently not gifted with the art moving gracefully. how hard was it to jump up and down while giving a strong fist pump? easy for conor, and for most normal human beings, but not for the pathetic twats on the dance floor. what the hell were they even doing? embarrassed by their lack of being able to dance, con scoffed and instantly ruled them off as either mudbloods, or hufflepuffs. probably both. he'd have to hex them later. a hand of his slipped through his locks once more, as the bar suddenly came into his immediate vision. pushing some inferior looking freshman boy off a stool, conor hopped up onto it, shooting the kid a look of superiority. yeah, that's right. my stool. now shove off, retard, he spat at the small, blonde boy, who looked like he was about to wet his pants. but sure enough, the kid reddened and shuffled in the other direction, while conor smirked and spun around on his stool.

twelve shots of fire whiskey, con told the bar tender with a firm nod, sliding a huge bill across the damp, sticky surface of the counter, as the man instantly began to load shot glasses onto a tray. like most guys who were talented at picking up girls, conor had a technique in doing so. to start, he'd find the best looking girl in the house, and befriend her instantly. he was perfect, she'd be perfect. what could be better than them shagging together? if she was a slytherin, which ninety nine percent of the time she was, then they'd proceed to get awfully drunk and then snog, if not do something more. of course, conor would never really get drunk. one of the many brilliant traits he'd inherited from his family was the ability to hold down massive amounts of alcohol, so unless he had a shot drinking contest with a few mates, it was highly likely he'd be at least somewhat sober throughout the night. the only time con got drunk was then he wanted to get drunk, and most of the time, he simply didn't want to. however, the fire whiskey shots he'd order would always convince the said girl of otherwise, and when she was plastered off her face, she wouldn't be able to tell up from down, let alone have the ability to know that conor wasn't drunk at all. drumming his fingers absentmindedly against the disgusting surface of the counter, he instantly glanced up at the shots came. wicked, con announced, taking the tray into one hand as he slid off the elevated bar stool, and began to look for a girl.

he didn't have any clue of exactly who he was looking for, but conor knew that any fit, slytherin girl would do. which was highly convenient, because con's experience at hogwarts and university had proved that most slytherin girls happened to be quite attractive. humming to the overwhelming music that was flooding the room, he let his dark, brown eyes examine the specimen that were scattered around. there was one- he'd taken potions with her at hogwarts- but nah, he could do way better. letting his jean clad legs side-step to the music, conor weaved in and out of good looking prospects, still not satisfied. what he needed was an upperclassman girl, who'd be desperate enough to be interested in him, but not sassy enough to debate how good of a snogger he was for just being a sophomore. eying a few couches over on one side of the huge room, con let out a soft sigh, before wandering over and plopping down on the end of the one nearest to him. he wasn't normally one to give up, but why the hell was he so tired? stifling a yawn, con shook his head to himself, before downing a shot of the firewhiskey. his throat instantly burned, his senses picked up, and it was only then that he realized that a few feet away from him, on the same couch, was mattie. swearing profusely under his breath, conor pretended not to notice her while he gathered himself, before finally scooching over next to her, raising his eyebrows. he felt a twinge of guilt, sure, but he knew very well that it'd annoy the fuck out of her. and that was what he was going for, right? just my luck, conor mused, eying her with a smirk, i thought the circus had left last week, but here you are! dressed up as a clown and everythin'. that's well thoughtful of you, babe. rolling his eyes, he leaned back on the couch, trying his best not to panic. he hadn't seen mattie since.. well, since hogwarts. why the fuck was she here? she had never been a partier. conor wanted to insult her again, being an asshole was his natural response to almost everything, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. shaking some shaggy hair out of his eyes, con slipped his wand out of his pocket, twirling it around his fingers. see those twats dancing over there?, conor asked, staring at the people dancing foolishly, as he tapped his wand against his lips in concentration, i don't quite know how i should hex them.. any suggestions, doormat?
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word count- 996.
tagged- mattie! <3
notes- sooo, he's basically a twat. this should be fun, baha.

[matilda p. rowle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww12/Soifon1/backgroundev8.png);width:420px; height:400px; padding-left:20px; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px;] i miss everything about you. can't believe that i still want you and after all the things we've been through. i miss everything about you ------------------- tag: conor prince , word count: 877 , lyric credit: colbie calliat , notes: LOL yay for twats! mattie bit her lip hearing his voice. she wanted to leave right away but felt her body freeze. she couldn't even make eye contact with him. all she could do was have her eyes locked in front of her. she wasn't fifteen though. she was eighteen now. that had been old mattie. she shook the pieces of red hair on her shoulder holding her head up high. "well you came for the show, you don't have to watch." mattie didn't bother looking at him. she tried to fight back any shakiness that was making her way into her voice. it had been a long time since she had heard his voice and the last time that she did, it hadn't been good. mattie had been a mess but it wasn't about being a mess tonight. she knew that conor had liked her red hair. if he hadn't, she didn't know how he would've stood for it for so long. it was her defining feature and if he couldn't have handled it, she didn't know why he would have dated her. she smoothed the hem of her dress. her brown eyes making their way to the wand that was in his hands. she shook her head, the boy hadn't changed. he was still the same that he always was. cruel and vile. she didn't understand now how she could have dated a boy like him. they were total opposites but all mattie had wanted at hogwarts had been him. she had been young and naive. she blamed her age for the mistake that she made on conor. she hadn't been thinking right. her first year she had already been awestruck with him. once mattie saw him, she liked him. it had been purely physical at first. she liked the way that he didn't fall for her right away. she liked the way that he pushed her away. it would have been no fun if conor had just surrendered himself to her. conor wasn't that kind of guy though. maybe that's what mattie really liked about him. he was the typical bad boy. the one that others warned her about. she rolled her eyes at how immature the boy was. lowering himself down to hexing people in the club. this wasn't hogwarts. these people weren't first years. for all mattie knew, these people could backfire right back and knock conor cold. she wasn't going to test it. hexing had never been mattie's style. she was more of a peacemaker. when she did get into fights, mattie didn't try to stir up anything. conor was different. it seemed like he always wanted to fight. she did try to calm him down whenever he was worked up but it didn't work. while mattie did have angry thoughts, she never acted upon them. instead she held them inside of her. it would be clear that mattie was upset but she didn't try to take any action. "you should know. you've always been experienced." mattie never knew what conor's reasons were to hex. she hadn't gotten close enough to him to actually know the underlying reasons. she knew a couple of hexes but she didn't bother on practicing them. her siblings had taught her but mattie didn't like them. she had practiced on some birds and didn't like how they had caused them pain. mattie couldn't even imagine doing them to another wizard/witch. sometimes she felt like using one on conor but she would never admit that. he deserved to feel one. for all those times that he had cast one on another student, he had never felt it. he was experienced so mattie would never try it herself. boy did she want to though. she wanted him to feel the same pain that she felt during her fifth year. all those times when her heart hurt, she wanted conor to feel some kind of hurt but that boy seemed heartless. he didn't have a heart for anyone. she doubted why he was in a relationship with her. "what are you doing talking to me? go find one of your little playmates." mattie didn't want to say it but she didn't want him talking to her. she turned her head slightly looking at the profile of his face. she could already tell that he had a lot to drink but conor had always been good with his alcohol. she didn't know what it was but he couldn't be drunk. mattie's tolerance had been heightened but it would never be at the level that conor's was at. she often did wonder what he would be like drunk but she would already be passed out. that boy did change mattie. she never did think in her first year that he would change her but he had. now that she was older, she had changed again. conor had been a big part of her life but he wasn't her life. well not anymore. the thought of her passing his mind was unthinkable but it was bound to happen. what was mattie kidding...conor would never do such a stupid thing. he was over her. he had to have been when he dumped her. mattie hadn't tried to know about his love life but she had to be long forgotten.