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Post by georgina t. ogden-wood on Jul 1, 2011 3:30:41 GMT -5
what a shame we all became
SUCH FRAGILE BROKEN THINGS ten minutes. ten minutes had been spent cowering in her shower. some days were better than others, but this day was not one of them. it was still hard, dealing with everything. her healer said that things would be different for quite a while. there was incredible amounts of healing that she would have to get through, over time. her sensitivity to bright lights or spotlights was still fresh in her mind and was the direct reason she was helpless in the corner of her shower. all things were difficult, being here of all places made it more so. tristan was gone off to work playing quidditch, unable to miss much else work. she couldn't blame him. and it was easier to get her barring when he wasn't around. the ever present look of sadness on his face every time she didn't recognize something he brought up was getting harder to keep seeing every day.
at the same time, all she wanted was to be left alone. it was hard dealing with the fact that he was her husband, this person who was a complete stranger in her eyes. there was nothing that tugged at her heart, no leaps of joy whenever he came in a room. wasn't that supposed to happen when you loved someone? georgie had none of that whenever tristan came around. he was an utter stranger to her. and it was getting all too tiresome to handle. what she needed was to get away and breath. while it had been nearly a couple weeks that she was released from st. mungo's, it seemed like none of her time was spent alone. there was always someone around, asking her what she remembered or what she didn't. like she had to be babysat or something. she was a grown woman. granted that she had just gone through a major accident and major surgery, but she knew how to take care of herself. that was exactly what she would do. today would be spent going out and taking the day for herself, to find herself. maybe, and she deep down hoped so, something would trigger her. a surge of void memories and she could go back to living the life tristan and her father were constantly telling her she so greatly loved.
recovering from her shower floor and removing herself from the bathroom, georgie dressed herself in a pair of skinny jeans and a casual dress top with cardigan. there was no need to be extra fancy. who did she have to impress? wasn't she already technically married? a sigh escaped her lips as she looked in the mirror, taping her hair with her wand once to cause it to form into loose curls. lately, it always looked better to her that way rather than straight. now ready, georgie quickly apparated away to the one place that made her feel better than a museum. today just wasn't a day for art. too much seemed to be going wrong. arriving in diagon alley, her brown eyes glanced up to the sign reading 'flourish & blotts' and a hint of a smile appeared on her lips. if art couldn't do it, books could.
as georgie wandered inside, eyes tore around the room to see any recognizable faces. none seemed to be to her, but what if she actually had friends in the store? she has forgotten her husband and parents. what's to say she didn't forget friends too? there had already been a couple incidents. her feet carried her up the stairs, towards books that people tended to forget about because they were older. those were always the ones she enjoyed more. nothing was a good read like a classic. as she reached the top of the stairs and headed off towards greater books, something happened. the light, showering in from the small windows upstairs, caught the necklace of a girl walking past her and flashed a spot straight at georgie. normally, she would have just shielded her eyes for that moment, but this wasn't normal times. that flash hit her eyes and things changed. before her wasn't a girl walking past like nothing happened but instead those headlights of that suv coming straight at her. georgie stumbled, quickly veering off into an aisle of dimly lit books until she reached the end wall where she collapsed in the corner. her head between her legs as she rocked there, not realizing that she was crying and letting out a whimper or two. if the accident and all the pain she has endured weren't taking up the entirety of her thoughts, her mind would have probably been wondering if this is what her life would always be filled with. always fearing, set off by tiny things. would her life always be so damaged? tagged: phoenix malfoy - - word count: eight hundred - - lyric credit: paramore - - graphic/template credit: myself - - notes: yayyyy. so excited. :] |
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Post by phoenix n. malfoy on Jul 1, 2011 22:52:12 GMT -5
I HOPE YOU FIND A WAY
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two short hours after lunch, and phoenix malfoy was at his grandparents' mansion, his fingers slowly running along the marble foyer table that held several of his baby pictures in elegant frames. this was how his life was supposed to be -- living in some posh estate, going to every pureblood gala that he could stand, and even a few that he couldn't. he was supposed to marry a pureblood woman without having to worry about what he was bringing to the table -- that was the luxury of being a malfoy. at least...it used to be. scorpius had every right to be with rose weasley, according to his other side of the family. in fact, after a while they eventually opened up to the idea. but the malfoy family had never gotten used to the idea, and after marrying a weasley scorpius had been virtually disowned from the pureblood society. of course, scor had been thinking of himself when he fell in love with hermione granger's daughter. rose had been anything but reckless when it came to dating scorpius malfoy -- her family absolutely loathed his, and marrying scor would only mean that they actually were related to every pureblood in the wizarding world.
obviously, that wasn't enough to stop them.
as phoenix ran his fingers along the soft cherry wood, he felt his grandfather's hand upon his shoulder, forcing him to jump a bit. merlin, if draco had gotten anything out of being a death eater for fifteen minutes, it was mastering the art of sneaking around. even astoria had to watch for him on a daily basis -- he was liable to sneak up on anyone at any given time, despite his current age. sometimes phoenix thought he did it on purpose. "i need you to go by flourish and blotts for me. your grandmother's got a book on waiting, and....." draco gave phoenix one of those 'looks' that left a half-grin on both of their faces. it was one of those looks that men exchanged as a means of saying, 'that's just how women are.' phoenix nodded, offering a small smile. "i'll be back before nine," he said, and immediately recieved a pat on the back from his grandfather, who walked him to the door. he was sure that his own father hadn't visited draco in a number of years -- scorpius and rose generally took their family to the weasleys' for christmas. scorpius was sure that his father's disappointment would have interfered with the family gathering each and every year, and to be honest....it probably would have. marrying rose weasley didn't merely disgust him....it was an act of mutiny, almost. scorpius was labeled a traitor to his family, and being raised by lucius malfoy, draco just couldn't accept that. he never would.
therefore, halfblood or not, it was up to phoenix to make the difference. to make his grandfather proud where his own father had failed so miserably.
phoenix quickly apparated into hogsmeade, where it had begun to rain softly. the sky was still relatively clear, though, so he knew it wouldn't last very long. even if it did, it wasn't like he was trekking it back to the malfoy estate. that's what apparition was for. phoenix briskly walked up to the door and slid inside, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. it seemed as though it had been forever since he'd been inside this store -- the last time was when he had bought his books a few years ago, and since that time his grandfather had them delivered for him upon a semesterly basis. realizing this confused him as to why draco needed phoenix to pick up his grandmother's book. if it was so important, why not have a house elf deliver it, instead of their grandson? well, anyway, phoenix looked around until he spotted the pick-up desk. he walked towards it until he saw a rather pretty girl fall and begin to cry softly. holding up a hand to the cashier, phoenix quickly walked over to her and attempted to help her up. "are you alright?" he asked, his eyes suddenly full of worry. despite not having any idea of who the girl was, he was still worried as to why she had fallen down all of a sudden -- and more importantly, why she seemed so upset. "did someone hurt you?"
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Post by georgina t. ogden-wood on Jul 9, 2011 2:40:26 GMT -5
what a shame we all became
SUCH FRAGILE BROKEN THINGS why did she have to be so dysfunctional? why did it have to be her that lost all of her memories? why did this have to happen? couldn't she just be happy with her husband and remember her best friend and remember her father? no, apparently not. to her, she didn't feel like she deserved any of the misery that had been put upon her. hadn't she always been a kind person? she always helped out anyone who seemed to need it. she was always smiling, always laughing. what had she done to deserve something like this? her healer hadn't beaten around the bush any. some people just didn't come back from things like this. he also had said that over the next few months, it was possible that her memories would come back, but he couldn't guarantee anything. georgie wasn't even sure what she was choosing to believe in. had their love been enough, like tristan claims it is, wouldn't she have remembered at least a little bit of anything yet?
still though, she would exchange anything than to look like a complete nutter on the floor of flourish and blotts. thankful that it was a less frequented area, georgie took the next few seconds to hold her head between her knees and gently rock back and forth on the balls of her feet. she doubted that this made her look ANY less of a mental person, but she found that it helped greatly. these attacks were sometimes triggered by bright lights (like this one) or sometimes just came out of nowhere. it had been almost a month since she really got integrated back into society, so they had been happening less frequently. that still didn't mean they had been eliminated entirely. this is also why she took to not taking any form of transportation other than apparation (not like she would ever find herself in a vehicle anyway) or walking. operating anything like a bicycle or a broomstick could prove horrible wrong if an episode were to hit and she swerved into a building or into traffic. the last thing she really wanted was another accident only to wake up and not even know who she was at all. or worse, not wake up at all.
it seemed like several moments that she was on the ground, but it was probably considerably less than that. before she knew it, she heard someone's footsteps approaching and arms reaching down to help her up. this only caused georgie to lift her eyes and settle them on someone so gorgeous with worry in his eyes. but the way that he spoke was like he didn't know her. for once, someone was asking her genuinely if she was okay and not having any of it to do with her accident. was there finally someone on the face of the earth who hadn't known about her accident? "yes," she answered at first once she was finally standing on her feet once more before correcting herself. "no. i mean.. both?" shaking her head, georgie reached up brush her hair from her face. it was only then that she realized that she had been crying and flushed a dark red color, hoping that the lower lighting hid it from the stranger's eyes. she never liked people seeing her cry. "i meant that i'm alright. i mean, at least, as good as can be. and no one hurt me. i'm just...," a sigh escaped her lips, "a basket case right now." well, it was the truth. "i'm sorry that you have to see me all.. like this. normally i'm not." brushing her hair away, georgie finally looked up from her feet where she looking in embarrassment and looked at the stranger who was now helping her. those green eyes he had seemed like something she could stare into for hours, the thought making her instantly blush once more. "i'm georgina wo... ogden. georgie ogden." while her last name was still technically woods, she didn't like saying it like that. tristan wasn't her husband. he was a stranger to her and at this moment, nothing more. how could she say her last name was still that of someone she didn't even know? but that was a thought better left for a time when she was alone, not now in the presence of the stranger with the gorgeous eyes. tagged: phoenix malfoy - - word count: seven hundred and twenty-nine - - lyric credit: paramore - - graphic/template credit: myself - - notes: omg. sucky length! lol. sorry it's crap. |
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Post by phoenix n. malfoy on Aug 19, 2011 18:34:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #grey solid; border-bottom: 10px #grey solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) ---- ( TAGGED ) STEPH ( STATUS ) COMPLETE
phoenix was used to getting whatever he wanted. despite having a brainiac for a mother and a pushover for a father, he'd always had the malfoy family to fall back on. draco was his favorite when it came to either side of the family, and it didn't go so far as to say that lucius was a terribly bad great-grandfather, either. both draco and lucius recognized the mistake scorpius had made in marrying rose weasley, and the proposition phoenix had made was serious enough for both of them to acknowledge. phoenix was going into law anyway, and his primary goal was to secure the minister of magic position. doing so would re-instill pureblood values and eventually bring the malfoy name back to its rightful place, which was all that mattered to phoenix at the current time. aside from his love issues, of course. merlin, he didn't even want to think about that one right now. aribelle marks was always on his mind, even if he was working against those thoughts by spending his time with another attractive girl, such as katarina carrow. it really didn't matter what he did or who he was with, ari eventually consumed every spare thought he had, making it impossible to focus on anything else despite all of his prolonged efforts. besides, aribelle was a half-blood. phoenix himself was a half-blood, but marrying into the same thing would be just as bad as marrying a weasley. er....if he wasn't already related to them, anyway. not that that mattered to pureblood families anyway, but phoenix would be the last wizard to willingly marry into his own family. the last thing he wanted was a squib child with seven toes, for crying out loud. but all of that was beside the point, considering aribelle had moved on from him anyways. she was with some bole fellow, and although he hated to admit it, they seemed like a decent couple. as long as the bloke treated her right, phoenix really couldn't say anything.
he really didn't have the right to say anything regardless, considering how he had treated her before their break-up. aribelle had been nothing but supportive to him and his family, but that hadn't mattered. suffering the loss of losing a nephew and brother and watching dahlia suffer day-in and day-out like that....it was unbearable to witness, yet somehow phoenix couldn't dare to be away from her for a moment. sure, dahlia had friends of her own that had swooped in to help, but he was her brother, and he couldn't abandon her during a time like that. long story short, phoenix begun to realize that he couldn't stop snapping at her over senseless things....meaningless things....and all for no reason. she deserved better than that. so shortly after graduation, phoenix broke up with her, despite the fact that he still loved her. at that point, nothing mattered anymore. all he could think about was getting back on track and continuing on to the university. now that that had been done, he had yet to see aribelle anywhere on the campus. it was just as well; he wouldn't have known what to say to her had he seen her.
however, all of those thoughts were quickly put on hold once he noticed a rather pretty girl in the corner who seemed to be having trouble. once he helped her to her feet, he smiled at her response. "yes? no?" he laughed, briefly allowing his eyes to glance over her face. phoenix would have remembered a girl as beautiful as this, he was sure. "basket case or not, i'm glad that you're alright. as well as you can be, anyway. we all have those days, sometimes." he grinned slightly, rephrasing the sentence that she had said moments before. "but if it makes you feel any better, i'm pretty sure i'm a basket case as well, if only by default. my family is.... well, they're not the brady bunch, needless to say." phoenix reached for her hand, shaking it with a smile. "it's a pleasure, miss ogden. i'm phoenix, phoenix malfoy." for some reason, phoenix couldn't wipe the smile off his face, which was entirely uncommon for him in any circumstance. glancing towards the impatient cashier, phoenix turned back to georgie, an eyebrow raised slightly. "would you like to grab a cup of coffee? it always helps my nerves, perhaps it'll do the same for you. granted, i'm not the best at entertaining company, but i promise that i'll try my best not to bore you." he nodded to the cashier, who quickly passed the book down to an assistant, which immediately ran out to hand the book to phoenix. smiling, he glanced back at georgie. "of course, you could also come to lunch, but my grandfather is more boring than i am...and that's excruciating, let me tell you." phoenix was never good at small-talk, but for some reason or another, he was trying. and that was saying far more than was usually expected of phoenix malfoy.
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