NO ONE EVER KNOWS

[oliver]

There was only one right word that could sum up Oliver in one word: hung-over. There were many things about the night that had just passed him by that were a blur. However, the unshaven man didn’t care much. Oliver was in one of his dangerous moods. Wearing baggy blue jeans and a plain, old shirt covered with a blue knitted sweater his mum had given him on his last birthday. The problem with this? It was hotter than ever outside and no skin besides what was on his hands and face was showing. Oliver hadn’t done this by accident, either. The fact that when he would get hot and feel like passing out, if he didn’t actually, when he dressed as such he was, was complete common sense. Fully capable of processing this information, Oliver was searching for that exact feeling to come to him. He didn’t want to feel good. His mind told him that he didn’t deserve to feel happiness, and his body didn’t deserve to feel alright. Why? No reason whatsoever. It was all mental, in a way. One would say that it was a self-conscious speaking, but the boy had done no wrong to anyone. Nope, he never did- it was always just himself that he did wrong too. An example would be times like now. No matter how many friends he had, some switch in his head was flipped the wrong way so that he didn’t think the way everyone else did about themselves. He couldn’t cope or push away negative thoughts- all he could do was bring them up to a louder speaking tone in his head. Walking down the streets of Diagon Alley, Oliver had a visit with his mum coming up this afternoon. The one woman that meant the world to him was his mother. They had grown closer since his dad had left and gone to jail, and there wasn’t a week where he didn’t see her at least three times. Oliver was a complete mummy’s boy and there was nothing he was ashamed of from it. However, Oliver knew that he would only start to hate himself more if he went to visit her in the state he was in now- and now, that state didn’t include the hung-over part. He had drunk away the thoughts the night before, only to have them return stronger in the morning. It was how it always went.

Oliver’s mum was one of the only people, besides his doctor, that knew about his problem. He didn’t go around telling people or trying to get attention. He was ashamed of the issues he dealt with, just as much as he was with everything else. The funny part was something his mum had pointed out once. Her statement was that he couldn’t seem t be there for himself but if someone else was in the same position and he was aware, he would do anything to try and open their eyes to the truth. He could somewhat see how that was the case, but there was no way that pointing it out could just solve everything; therapy barely even helped most of the time. The twenty-five year old man was aware of how much his problem broke his mothers’ heart, so he couldn’t show up like this- she always knew, no matter how much he tried to conceal it. There didn’t seem to be another soul that would see passed his act but her. Opening the door to Weasley Wizard Wheezes, he was going to try a tactic that had worked before to get his mind off of how worthless he was, and only onto his mother. Ever since he had started to go to Hogwarts, every summer he would bring her back something to show her the magic he lived every day that he was away. His mum being a muggle always left for them to talk about both worlds, and he never minded which came up first. His mum found it amazing how gifted he was, where as he saw it as no big deal. He could make things float, so what? Sighing, he walked around, not sure at what he was going to purchase this time. The first thing that he had ever brought home was instant darkness powder. The amusing thing that brought somewhat of a smile to his face was the memory. Oliver had walked into the house and smelled freshly baked cookies right away- his favorite, unsurprisingly. This was his mother’s favorite ‘welcome home’ food to have ready and waiting. When there was one left later that day, he was told to not touch it until after he had eaten his supper. Smirking, he had stood up and said, “Hey mum, want to see something cool?” Watching her nod her head, he set off the device and escape to the kitchen. When he had grabbed the cookie, he got back and just smiled. His mom had a slight freak fest, not knowing what was going on but afterwards she had laughed it off.

There were a few times where he had chosen food for her to eat, and by now he felt bad for the reactions that she had to them, even if she found them funny afterwards. Watching her wait was always priceless for him, but that was because anything funny that wasn’t happening to you made it that much funnier at the time. Passing the fainting fancies and fever fudge displays, he had never been a fan of the side effects himself, no matter how entertaining some could be. He preferred to keep food as the one thing that he could eat without having to question. Stopping once he had reached a certain thing he had yet to ever get. The sign said “headless hats.” Thinking for a minute, it wasn’t too difficult to guess what they did. Just to make sure, he read the description. Oliver always double-checked everything, just in case. Jumping as a firework went off, he found that quite often things went off in the store when they weren’t supposed too- or at least he didn’t think it was planned. Who really could know, it was a joke store. Picking one up, he brought it to the cashier. Smiling at her, he put the hat on the desk and pulled out two galleons. Thanking her, he picked up the hat and headed for the door. Having his mind away from the fact that his mum would notice his clothing choice and unshaven face, he was just happy he had someone who cared. Not paying full attention, he crashed into somebody walking in. Shaking his head, he hadn’t fallen down. ”I’m really sorry.” he said automatically, holding out his hand for her to take.

tagged • arya wallece
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[arya c. wallece]

LOVE WAS MEANT FOR BEAUTY QUEENS

arya was supposed to be doing her chores. she had a specific list of things to do. things like help wash the dishes in the kitchen, clean the tables, clean her own room, wipe the bathroom floors, get some groceries, clean the art room, pick up the trash, take out the trashcans, finish her homework, oh the list went on. her nineteen year old self had signed up for all of these jobs. she liked to help people as much as do her own artwork. she said it inspired her. she usually very much did prefer isolation from everyone else, but on sundays, she went to help people. it wasn’t quite a religious thing as it was a mroal thing to do. that was the way she felt about community service and so she signed herself for all of the tough end jobs here and there as well as her own job at flourish and botts. arya wasn’t sure whether the school board even knew she did so much service outside of school credits. she didn’t mind about it though. she didn’t want credit. she felt that if she wanted credit, then it was selfish and in this sense, that couldn’t be the reason why she was doing it. there was a reason why she wasn’t prefect at hogwarts. it wasn’t only because some people thought of her as a freak and would occasionally throw spitballs at her, but it was because she thought it was her duty to be a good student. she didn’t have the gusto to make other behave. if she was to be a good person, she would do it without a label. she didn’t want the credit with the community service and she sure wasn’t going to get it... that was her whole explanation. and then that brings us to point number two. she didn’t feel like working today. she didn’t want to. she didn’t feel like it! you know why? because the sun was out and the skies were blue! oooh! they were so pretty! yeah, you got that right. it wasn’t arya. it was twelve.

now twelve had never gotten to naming herself. she knew she could be like everyone else. she could have named herself teresa or maybe angie or something, but she didn’t feel like it. she liked the name twelve. it was appropriate as it was fitting. she liked the feeling that she knew something was right and it was secure. it was her name. twelve. it sounded so nice as well! of course then, that came with the feeling of just being safe. yes. she was safe. she smiled brightly, looking around her room, trying to figure out what last happened to it. she had been in the park with birdie and suddenly... suddenly she was gone! she didn’t remember what happened. oh dear, she really should remember! if she didn’t, who knows what might happen next! she might forget to put her pants on or something! oh no! the horror! her now green eyes widened, trying to think of the humiliation that would come after forgetting to put her pants on. her underwear would be shown! and she was wearing pink underwear! or well, she thought. twelve giggled as she opened up the closet. oh how she loved clothes! it wasn’t her dearest passion, but she did always looking in her own closet! such variety! now when did her mum pick out these fancy clothes? she squirmed and picked out a flowery dress. oh did she love dressing up! and this one was so pretty! it was a blue! and a purple! oooh! her favorite! after dressing herself and making herself all dolled up, she finally grabbed her bag, stuffing a few knuts and gallons inside. she was going to buy tons and tons of candy! and fun pranks and everything! ooh, she was so excited! she wanted to show blakey everything! he would be excited to see all of her fun stuff! oooh! and birdie! he would want to see it as well! they both would want to see it! twelve was so excited about the new toy in the weasleys’ store! it was for fireworks, but like- fireworks that spurted out confetti and everything! it was going to be sooooo wicked!

she giggled as she accidentally stumbled on a loose cobblestone and managed to catch herself before hitting the floor. twelve hurried into the candy store, bought a few different assortments before going back out. “oooh, yum! my favorite! sugar quills!” mhmm! she loved anything with bundles and bundles of sugar! she smiled brightly, sitting on a step of a nearby apartment front, munching quite happily on her newfound love for candy. she knew she always loved candy, but why was it that she didn’t have any in her room? all she had were... discounts for healthy stores. and that was no fun. she scrunched her nose at the thought and shook her head. oh no, that would not due! she was very much tempted to go back inside, but she remembered she had to get the fireworks! oh yes- she needed those very much. ‘specially if she wanted to go show them to blakey and birdie! twelve adjusted her hat, closed her eyes, and tapped her shoes together three times. there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home! it was funny. where was home now? she didn’t quite want to go back to taunton. she didn’t want to go back to her home. but if that was the case, where was home? she didn’t know where it was and the thought made her a bit upset. nothing a little sugar won’t solve! she took another bite from a chocolate frog before stuffing them back into the bag and hopping up. onto the weasleys’! twelve sniffed, trying to take her misery from the thought of home. that was a terrible idea to tap her feet together. she skipped over to the nearby store, one of her favorite on the block. she had been a little too busy trying to pick out the bertie bott’s before even noticing that someone was there, trying to exit. it only took a moment to notice, but it was a moment too late. her beans spilled out onto the floor and she instantly bent down, trying to save any that might be still okay to eat.

TO THE UGLY DUCKLING GIRLS LIKE ME
holaa YJJJJJ!. this post has about... er. 1067 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. i swear, i get envious of arya's wardrobe faaast! credits go to at seventeen, dht for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. ANNND! he ran into twelve!

[oliver]

One would think that with all the problems Oliver dealt with, a job ranked as high as the manager at a very popular bookstore wouldn’t be the ideal workplace. However, it was exactly that. The male did want to get better, for his mom at least. He hated seeing her in pain, and because he had no care for himself she was the only one he could try for- and deep, deep down he knew he wouldn’t get better that way. It was something not everybody realized, though in the back of the mind Oliver had pushed the thought away and gone into denial. The thought was as simple as any other to see the truth in, though mostly only once it was pointed out to you; that thought being that you could only truly get better once you did it for yourself. Nobody, not one single person, besides the one in question could make the choice. To get better, a drive and want had to accompany the attempt. It was obvious to see, working in a book store that girls seemed to read more than boys. Some may disagree, but he did notice a lot more females most days than males- not to say that he didn’t get any, because he did have avid male customers and he, too, was male. Reasons for being an avid reader were different for most. Personally, Oliver’s reason was to get away from the real world. He preferred fantasy novels, as it took him into a place he liked, though romance was his ultimate favorite because of the fact that it was so.. foreign to him. Reading had always been a way that he diverted himself away from the thoughts that he had going on far too often. Bookstores were quiet areas, like libraries, and so therefore he filled the void of noise with books or his job. Managing a bookstore wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Organization was key, and because of the fact that he was a perfectionist, he always had to make sure that he had everything up to date and running smoothly, nothing unprepared, missing or broken. It was the time of year where he had to hire one more employee, as a few always took time off for personal reasons. Oliver was understanding and didn’t mind, as hiring someone else didn’t mean he had to fork out more money from the business. Instead, it would just be going to somebody else. This topic was brought to his mind easily because he had hired the one person about a week about, and he knew his mum would ask about her. His mother was always keen to know about every aspect of his life, good and bad in great detail.

Oliver Maddox was never one that was quite to judge, although he had noticed something peculiar about the girl he had hired. Her name was Arya Wallece and it seemed on some shifts, halfway through she would be a completely different person than fifteen minutes before. Questions may have been raised by other people, but Oliver wasn’t ‘other people.’ He let Arya be how she was, and observed more from a far. He was curious to see why this was happening, and if it really even was. To him, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he was just being paranoid. Oliver was always suspecting things that weren’t true from other people, all out of the overly active mind he had been carrying around his whole life. Shaking his head away from the thought of the peculiar new employee he had hired, he finished what he was doing and pulled out the cell phone he kept to have constant contact with him mum. Dialing her number, he told her that he was on his way, keeping casual conversation. It was when he hung up a moment before walking out that he bumped into the girl, offered his hand and noticed that not only she not take his hand, but also that she looked familiar. Instead of waiting for her to notice his hand, he leaned down and helped her gather what had fallen out of everything. Holding the items out to her, he glanced at what he had in his hand. ”Somebody likes candy.” he mused, smiling politely. Oliver had never had a huge sweet tooth, though he understood the love for a few assorted candies. Noticing now who he had knocked to the ground, it was the employee he had hired recently. ”Arya. Arya Wallece, right?”

[/b] he offered up her name, making sure that he was right.

Her brilliant red hair couldn’t be mistaken as anyone else, especially matched with her glowing green eyes and youthful, round face. Even at nineteen, she seemed to look younger than she was. Most girls would see this as a good thing because aging too fast was definitely not amazing as you grew to be an adult. Either way, Oliver didn’t see a difference. Girls were girls and they had a way of pulling off what was.. there own, in the end and really, that’s all he thought that mattered. It was something he always had trouble doing- no matter how much he knew himself and didn’t follow others; he was always lost and did envy those who could ease by so sure of themselves. The Maddox by did realize that he may see the people around him as ‘normal’ even when in reality, they could be struggling too. It was just so hard to keep that in mind twenty-four seven. Unbending his knees and standing up, he looked around them and gestured out of the way to the door, not knowing if she’d go but knowing it would be wise. The Weasleys shop was a busy one, even if not at this moment, could be anytime. Much like the items in the store, business and when it came most was unexpected. This was another thing Oliver did to keep his mind away from himself so he couldn’t think too much about what he hated about himself; observing his surroundings and noticing patterns and what was different, or interesting, that nobody else would pay attention to unless they were extremely bored or waiting on a bench somewhere absentmindedly gazing. Offering his hand once more, he didn’t think that she had noticed him there before, therefore thought it was worth one more try. Oliver was, indeed, a true gentleman. Unfortunately, one of the last, it seemed, from his generation.
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[arya c. wallece]

LOVE WAS MEANT FOR BEAUTY QUEENS

the clock’s ticking kept making her jolt awake. she had spent her night awake, shaking in her bed. shaking of fear, reallly. mr. dirkins... her heart pounded every time she saw him. the coolness in his eyes and the tight lipped smile on his face was in every one of her nightmares. she wanted to scream when she saw him, but really, he had so much more power than her. there was no way that could ever happen. she felt her eyes closing once more and her head tiled to the table for support. “ms. wallece, meet me after class,” he reported, his voice quiet as usual. all of the children around them whispered under their breaths. it was arya wallece! again! she was always getting in trouble. she did everything wrong and it was horrible! why was she even allowed to go to school if she kept getting in so much trouble? she bit her lip, her green eyes focused on the table surface. she didn’t want to. maybe if she asked to go to the bathroom, she would be okay. he was the only who always made an excuse for her to be home late. the idea of it was terrorizing. her mum would one day find out how naughty of a girl she had been. she kept getting in trouble for little things. she one time was scratching the table and it left a dent. another late day. she accidentally slept during class. another late day. she was talking with the student next to her. another late day. everything she did was wrong wrong wrong! the school bell rang and everyone immediately dispersed. “good luck!” her friend, danny whispered to her as he exited the building. there was a moment of silence as the hallways started quiet down. everyone was going home. and she wasn’t. her brother would want to know where she was, but as usual, he would just wait up for her before going home. he would be okay. arya could feel her skin crawling as she listened to his pencil scribbling furiously on his notepad. the stupid thing. he wrote every single thing down and sometimes she just wanted to rip it in half. but she resisted. she wouldn’t. slowly, arya went up to the black board and tok the chalk, holding it rather gingerly. the dictionary was already set up for her, sitting at a table, almost finished with the a section. her handwriting had gotten better over the year due to these constant detentions, but her self confidence had lowered much to everyone’s dismay. they whispered about the strange wallece girl and her beautiful calligraphy. ‘she could be writing the next big hit novel and everyone would love it!’ they would say before adding, ‘if only she weren’t quite an odd child of course.’ mr. dirkins glanced up at the young eight year old who had just started writing the word ‘antagonist’. he shook his head, his glasses slipping just a little. “tsk, tsk, ms. wallece, you should know not to sleep in my class,” he scolded, his voice dripping with disappointment, “you could be doing great things. you’re a bright girl, you know.” he walked around his desk, slowly. she paused, listening to his shoes clicking against the floor, before hastily finishing to write the definition. “i’m doing you a favor, really. i’m helping you. your poor mum would be so disappointed to know that you fell asleep in my class. she would say to keep you in here longer. i, on the other hand, am making you smarter, brighter! you can do great things,” he repeated, his dark eyes staring at the definitions on the board, “but you’re lazy. you’re sloppy, you’ll never do anything worth while. unless! unless you do this. always.” his voice became hushed and she bit back the tears as she continued to write. she was lazy. she was sloppy. and she would never do anything worth while.

she could still hear his voice in her head. it dictated her days, every day. she never touched a dictionary, not if she could help it. she avoided black boards. they were all constant reminders that she wasn’t worth the attention. each personality remembered these memories. they remembered them differently, but they were somewhat similar. still. arya stammered when she spoke. if she was familiar with someone, she would speak with a little more confidence, but really, she liked to keep quiet. adrienne pretended there was never a problem in the world. instead of saying sorry, she thought she was right. it was always better to pretend to be right than admit defeat. if she did so, she would be used again. back then, she was declared the loser and she believed it. that would never happen again. and twelve, she smiled. all the time. there never seemed to be a problem, but when she was by herself, she panicked. she screamed. she was horrified because in the mirror, there was always the face of a monster. it was only recently that arya decided to get a job. adri never approved of it, but since arya didn’t know her, it didn’t matter to her much. she chose flourish and botts, the bookstore. she loved books. she loved the beauty they presented, the world of fantasy, they were everything she could ever wish for. except sometimes, the words scared her. she never had a problem with big words. she already knew many of them. after mr. dirkins was arrested, she continued on with the dictionary. she went all the way to z. she was not going to be called lazy. she was not sloppy. in fact, by the time she reached her fourth year in hogwarts, her handwriting had been deemed perfect by some of the professors. that was the only way she would ever succeed. that’s what mr. dirkins said. and so her application had been handwritten. it was proof read, it was on time, it was perfect. for her. and it gave her satisfaction to see that she was doing something right for once.

twelve smiled brightly, her red hair shining and green eyes sparkling with their usual excitement. “yes! i love candy, love love love candy! mum says they’re not very healthy, but s’okay! i brush my teeth a lot! see?” she grinned widely, showing him her white teeth. arya had an obsession about brushing teeth. she was rather much of a perfectionist and so everything had to be done a certain way. that’s why she was always shocked to find candy wrapped all over her floor. she certainly hadn’t bought them, but of course she didn’t know a twelve year old girl inhabited her body as well. who knew candy like twelve? she took his hand and paused for a moment. arya... that was a nice name! twelve nodded eagerly, hoping that it was the right answer. when in doubt, just say yes! and the name, she could live with it! it was a pretty name! arya... “arya,” she repeated, her lips getting used to the name. yes, yes, it would work for now! maybe next time she’d try another name! “please and thank you for helping me up! and helping me with my candy!” she added quickly. mummy said to always be nice to people, right? please and thank you were the magic words! yes! she was on a roll today!

TO THE UGLY DUCKLING GIRLS LIKE ME
holaa YJJJJJ!. this post has about... er. 1237 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. i swear, i get envious of arya's wardrobe faaast! credits go to at seventeen, dht for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. ah, rambled a little bit- got too into the memories. lmao

[oliver]

Candy was one thing Oliver wasn’t too much of a fan about. Whenever he thought of it, especially when it came to little kids having it, he remembered back to the muggle world. Back home, there was one thing a parent needed to teach their kids right off the bat- never take candy from strangers. It was the same with lost puppies, or even puppies in the van. Luring techniques revolved exactly around what Arya was showing him she loved far more than the typical kid. They didn’t know better, of course, but there were bad people in the world that used the common knowledge of kids being candy lovers to their advantage. It disgusted him in every way possible. There were many thoughts about the muggle world that didn’t float well with Oliver, pedophiles being one of them. He never could come even close to understanding why people would exploit the naïve, sheltered children of the world for their own pleasure. It was god awful. Besides pedophiles, there was his father. No matter how bad it sounded, his father disgusted him as much as any killer and kidnapper put together. A day couldn’t come by where Oliver could ever forgive his father for what he had done repetitively. He didn’t even call his father ‘dad’. Instead, by his first name if it ever came down to having to use it. If he didn’t absolutely have too, he would say that his father was dead. It wasn’t completely untrue- in his mind, the man was forever deceased and out of his life. Memories of his childhood weren’t something he liked to go back on; therefore he stayed as far away from them as possible. Like a lot of other things. Oliver didn’t do well with dealing, whether it was emotions, memories, events. Anything negative and Oliver would turn away, unless it was involving a friend and they needed his help. As long as it wasn’t personal, he wouldn’t run away like a chicken with its head cut off. Shaking his head, he didn’t want to start thinking about not thinking about past thoughts and having them pop up because of that. It was like reverse psychology on his own accord. One reason and one reason only could come up to make him go to the muggle world- quite a bit, too. That was his mother. Although he would love to move her into his world, it just wasn’t for her. She was different, and there were people who would look at her like she wasn’t normal. He didn’t want that. She deserved to be looked at as normal and to not be afraid of what people could do to her from a far distance.

When Oliver had first gone off to Hogwarts, him getting a spell shot at him from a far distance had been one of her fears. In the muggle world, a gun could be used from a far distance but most people weren’t accurate so even if you did get shot at, it wasn’t that likely you’d get hit in a vital area. That and if somebody was coming at you with a gun there was generally a reason, Oliver not being one to get into the things that the reasons revolved around. Besides that, there were bombs but again, very unlikely. Knives had to be close range and therefore you could expect it more than other weapons. When it came to wands, you could be any distance you’d like. Just point and aim. It was easier to hit the target, as long as you were concentrated. “Wands are used daily. There is no way aiming isn’t adapted well.” his mum had repeated several times, year after year he left to go back to school. Every time Oliver had told her it was okay, and that he wasn’t going to get killed from close up or from a distance. In all honesty, even if he was shot at with a wand, or even a gun for that matter, he wouldn’t care. Oliver didn’t see much worth in his life. He never really had. This was something he would never repeat to his mother, though. She was a worrywart without knowing this information. Although he did know she had an idea of it, as she had walked in on something he wished she hadn’t back when he was younger. Again, like his father, he hated thinking about when he had tried to kill himself. The look on his mothers face was forever burned into his brain, no matter what he tried to do about it. Nobody could say it was something they could handle well, either. It broke his heart every time. Running a hand through his hair, he really had to stop all this thinking. The fact that his mind wasn’t on happy things would show once he was at his mum’s place. She could always tell. It was mother’s intuition, he was sure of it. When he had been younger, he had found it to be a pain that she always knew when something was wrong. However, as he grew older he did somewhat understand it was because she loved him. His mind told him that no one cared many times over again, and he doubted that would ever stop; he always tried to think about her and everything she had done for him, though. Trying was all he could really hope to do for a difference to be made in his mind.

The girl in front of him was surely something. He had yet to get to know her very well, though he was seeing she was an interesting character right off the bat. Very different outside of the workplace was the first noticeable thing about her. Such a thing wasn’t too peculiar however, as he had noticed over the years many people acted different outside of their job. It was just how they were, as professionalism came in when you were earning your pay. Looking at her bright white teeth, a smile appeared on his face. Nodding, he agreed, ”Yes. You do brush your teeth a lot. A very smart girl, I see.”

[/b] he didn’t know why, but how she was acting right now made him speak to her like she wasn’t younger than nineteen. The reason as to why didn’t come up right away, how he was speaking didn’t come off as rude in his mind either, but instead proper. How was that? Ignoring this, he didn’t really have it in him to care at the moment. Glad that he hadn’t mistaken her for somebody else, he hadn’t thought for a moment that he had. There was something so definite about her appearance he doubted that anybody could forget his face, or else confuse it with somebody else. Her features just.. shined so brightly. He meant this as a compliment too, and not in a creepy, I’m-a lot-older-than-you-but-still-checking-you-out sort of way. As he wasn’t. ”It’s no problem. You’re very welcome, though”[/b] he responded, liking how she was very polite and seemed to be genuine about it too. Looking away for a moment, he was about to go on his way and then he noticed he didn’t really want too. With so many unpleasant thoughts going on before hand, he wanted to change it up, perhaps cheer up a little before going. Arya seemed like a talker, so what could be the harm in getting to know his newest employee while getting to be around such a happy personality? He saw no problem with it, therefore he continued the conversation. ”What were you looked to buy here?”[/b]
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tunes • i love her.
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[arya c. wallece]

MEANT FOR BEAUTY QUEENS

the house style that the walleces grew up were definitely not the sort you should raise a child in. it could be dangerous at times. only sometimes though. it could get bloody hot in there as well. arya knew that it wasn’t the best conditions, but she had never been to anyone else’s house to know whether her house was typical or not, right? people lived in all sorts of houses... yet, she did know something wasn’t right. maybe like her father wasn’t around the house very often? no, he was usually working. her mum was always telling her that he was working and so he must be working. she didn’t mind too much though. sometimes he scared her just a little bit. he was rather tall and his eyes were scary. they were stern, if anything, and twelve didn’t like it. she didn’t like a lot of things, but serious eyes were definitely on the top ten. she could still remember the times when he came back home. she remembered scrambling out of her chair, running to him and hoping to be held up like the other girls, but that didn’t happen. he brushed her off. sometimes he would bend down to her level and smile slightly, asking her how her day was, but that wasn’t often. he had other things to do. he was busy. he was working. that was the answer she learned for everything. it was always ‘your father’s busy’ or ‘you’re father’s working’. he didn’t have time for her, but it was okay. she had lucas. he always kept her company whenever she got lonely. with the two of them, nothing ever was too sad, too depressing. twelve grew up with this thinking of mind frame. arya thought of this as well. she didn’t trust fathers as much as she would have liked. she didn’t quite trust mothers as well since they didn’t seem to be in her family’s picture either, but that was besides the point. because without her parents, her family was just her and her brother. she liked it like that. her mum and dad were too busy working, trying to keep their house afloat so that why they were busy. it never occurred to her that maybe they just didn’t want kids. she never thought of that, even as she grew older. her mum had always been rather impatient, her father rash. it was nothing different. and so when she applied for the flourish and botts opening, she wasn’t expecting to get attached to anyone. she didn’t make friends easily. her boss was her boss. there was nothing to it. of course things don’t go as expected though. now mister maddox was a rather interesting person. if she had a real father, she imagined him being a lot like mr. maddox or oliver as other called him. depending on which personality you asked, they all had different opinions, but all in all, they approved of him. they approved of his guardianship. adrienne thought he was hot. she had only seen him for a few seconds and hadn’t even been able to talk to him, but she did like what she saw. all she really knew was that she enjoyed the view, very much. and then her second thought was why he was in a bookstore. why was she in a bookstore, really, behind the desk? the possibilities were endless, but she had a feeling that arya was behind it. she probably volunteered herself up for the whole thing. lousy child. did she have nothing better to do than volunteer and be such a goody two shoes? merlin. and there was arya who thought of him as a respectable man. he was always incredibly kind to her. he helped her through any issues. he taught her the flourish and botts system. she really did have a high opinion of him. and lastly there was twelve who absolutely adored him. she only met him right now, but he was so nice! she loved talking with him, she loved making him grin, she already loved him like a father.

twelve smiled brightly and giggled, “yes! if i brush them a lot, my teeth will be super white! that’s what my mummy said!” she did brush her teeth all of the time! her mummy always wanted her to have a nice smile! that’s what she was always saying! she had always been rather immature little girl, even for twelve years old. she never thought she would grow up. in fact, she couldn’t quite remember the last time she had a birthday party! it was a bit strange, really, but she didn’t mind. all of the birthday parties she ever needed were on the television, right? twelve had been twelve for a while. she called herself the peter pan of the decade. she had the youth and spirit of a twelve year old, but her knowledge sometimes went beyond that. sure she might be putting it into the most logical form and if she was asked to draw a picture of something smart, she might have drawn a robot, but that was not that point. she was smarter than she she appeared to be and it wasn’t ust an arya thing. arya was the one who was noticed for being smart, but frankly, all three of them had a smart side to them. just in different ways. twelve felt her face blush as he thanked her back. she wanted to make him happy. she wanted him to like her and so she’d do anything that would make him glad to know her. even if he did know her as arya instead of anyone else. “your welcome!” she gave a small mock curtsy, doing the sorts she saw in movies. she giggled once more, “i’m here to get the big super fireworks! they’re new! i was going to show ‘em to birdie and blakey! i’m so excited to get them! how about you? are you getting the big super fireworks too?” she asked, remembering her manners. mummy always said to ask people questions back. it was the only nice thing to do. she glanced into the store, seeing that there was no line at the cash register. ooh goody! “do you want to help me shop? please please please?” her bright green eyes widened with both hope and excitement. it was almost like having a father there! the thought made her twice as more hopeful than before. oooh, lucas would be so jealous!

TO UGLY DUCKLING GIRLS

holaa YJJJJJ!. this post has about... er. 1086 words. i swear, i am incapable of uber small posts. anyways, she's wearing this hurr pretty little dress. i swear, i get envious of arya's wardrobe faaast! credits go to at seventeen, dht for their eppic lyrics and this template (as plain as it seems) belongs to moi and i'm damn proud of it. lol. mhmm. false pride. anyways, any last notes? heeeck yeah, i like to ramble. blaah, sooo distracted!