Post by soraya v. lupin on Aug 2, 2011 1:21:34 GMT -5
i know what you're about ,
so why don't you shut your mouth
so why don't you shut your mouth
everyone knew about the heroes of the first and second wizarding wars. children since her parents generations were well informed of the triumphs, the losses, the wonder of the situation. soraya in particular had heard the stories many, many times before, due to her grandparents involvement with the war efforts. it couldn't be overlooked how her grandmother nursed the wandmaker, ollivander, back to health, how they had housed the fugitives. no one could forget the scars on her grandfather’s face, or the losses her own father's family had felt due to the casualties. and while she herself was not directly related to harry potter, she had spent enough time with him in her life to be considered family (especially as he was the closest thing her father had to a father himself). this meant that she often felt the impacts it had had on her family, from both the side of victory, and the side of loss. but growing up, soraya had noticed the severe lack of tales about the losers. the escaped and convicted death eaters alike, those who had been imperised and confunded into completing voldemorts works. she knew that the consequences can't have been too severe, as she went to school with many of the descendants of such individuals. but she couldn't help but wonder... why?
her opinion on the matter had come from one story in particular. soraya had been particularly close with her maternal grandparents. well, it didn't take much to realise why, considering that her paternal grandparents died a long time ago. she remembered how her grandfather’s kindness would still shine through, despite the scars on his face that he had acquired many years ago. she remembered how he would tell the story, skipping over the parts that he knew wou.d make her upset. she also remembered that he never complained. "for two reasons." he would say, his eyes clouded with memories that she could only imagine. "one is that it made me a stronger person. i wouldn't recognise meself without these scars." but it was always the second reason that would make her feel bad. "having haven't met her paternal grandfather, she would often picture him with her maternal grandfather in mind. her father’s dark hair, plain features (when he wasn't changing them). and grandpa weasley's scars. scars that had long since sparked an interest in soraya. apparently, according to her mum, the scars didn't really change much. he wasn't some ravenous creature of the night or anything, he just like undercooked meat (something that her mother hated as a child, she had heard that story many times as well). but the scars had always provoked questions. why didn't he become a werewolf like her father's father? why was the werewolf, fenrir greyback, allowed to be continued to live after what he did? he ruined generations of people's lives. and he had children. what the hell. soraya's grandfather had tried his hardest too answer the questions she posed to him, but sometimes, he just couldn't. she could sense that his usual good nature was almost deafened as he tried to make sense of his situations. something that she had to do as well.
slowly, however, the frustration at the culprit died in soraya. she began to accept that there were fates worse than being permanently disfigured by some crazed werewolf, and that even in the war, there were worse things that could have happened. her hatred for the greyback name eventually died as well, as soraya really wasn't the type of person to hold a grudge for no reason whatsoever. and as she entered hogwarts, this attitude continued in a way one would much expect. until, of course, she heard about apollo greyback. there were many reasons that soraya had to dislike apollo greyback, even though they had never officially met. she knew who he was, though. how could she not? he made his presence well known enough. his stupid arrogance, thinking that the world cared when he entered a room. his stupid narcissism. you could practically tell he had spent the better part of two hours looking at himself in a mirror before he managed to pull the courage to actually leave the room for the public. and his stupid, stupid perfect hair. honestly, who's hair was ever that perfect?! soraya had left her animosity of greybacks behind, but holy crap. even if his last name was potter or weasley, soraya would not be able to stand apollo greyback. she had been certain of that since she had first encountered him at hogwarts.
it was just another saturday at hogwarts the day that soraya would first meet apollo greyback face-to-face. having finished all her assignments and what not for the week ahead, she decided to treat herself with a nice walk. after all, it was spring. the year was almost over, and the black lake had never looked more exciting or inviting. throwing on some shorts and a blue singlet, she eagerly made her way to the waters edge where she could sit. she wasn't quite as daft to actually get in the water, but she sat pretty close. taking off her shoes and sitting them next to her, she lay back on the sandy grass, looking up at the clear blue of the sky. to a lot of people, this would be considerably boring, and pretty pointless, but soraya found it nice, calming in a certain respect. sometimes, it was nice just being alone, feeling the sun on your face, knowing that soon school will be out and summer will be here. soraya stayed in this position for what couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes, before someone casted a shadow over her. opening one eye, she glared before sitting up and looking around. expecting it to be one of her friends or cousins or something, she was mildly surprised to see the familiar, yet strange, figure of apollo greyback. narrowing her eyes a little, she looked at him. "what do you want? haven't you got some gryffindor to push down stairs or something?"
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apollo/xandra | outfit here | lyrics to 3oh!3 with their song streets of gold | sorry, kinda bad o.0 it's been a while lmao | 1030 words
