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Log Title: Couldn't Save You From The Storm
Location: Grounds below the Ravenclaw Tower
Characters Involved: Abigail Jay (innerscrutiny ) and Oliver Sanchez (letsxwastextime )
Summary of Log: Abby and Oli finally have the talk.
Rating: G

Abby hadn’t really ventured out of her common room since she had gotten back to Hogwarts. Safe for her classes, prefect duties and meals she gobbled down at an astronomical speed, Abby never left the Ravenclaw Tower. She had several reasons for this – mainly because she didn’t want to see people gossiping about her, but mostly she was just trying to avoid the likes of Regulus Black. Her father had told her that she needed to spend time with her new fiancée once she got back to school, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him right?

The air hit her cheeks a little more fiercely than anticipated and she shivered in the bitter winter daylight. The castle was freezing today so she was fairly confident that most of the student population had decided to stay in their common rooms, preferably by the fireplace so that they could get some feeling back into their fingers and toes. She hadn’t given much thought about how this conversation would play out today, only knowing that it could no longer be postponed.

She needed to tell Oliver everything, much to her discomfort. Opening up to people was a foreign concept to Abby, and the idea absolutely terrified her. What if Oliver didn’t want to talk to her after she filled him on the chagrins of her broken family life? Either way, she didn’t really have any other options – either she told him the truth and tested the outcome or risked losing him in silence.


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Jan. 10th, 2009 01:54 am (UTC)
Oli had been outside anyway as usual, but he figured Abby would have the navigate her way out of the castle to come meet him, so he didn't exactly hurry back towards the base of Ravenclaw Tower. He wasn't really in a hurry to hear what he was about to hear either, if he was honest with himself. He was fairly certain now that they both wanted to be together, but they couldn't be because Abby was supposed to be marrying Regulus Black. So no matter what they wanted, neither of them could have it now. Still, he had promised that they'd still be friends. He couldn't be a jerk and not show up just because he was upset about things. She was upset too.

However, as he approached their meeting spot, he realised that she was already there waiting. He quickened his pace for the rest of the way.

"Hi," he said when he got there. Then he paused, not sure what to say next. "I suppose that asking you how you're feeling isn't much use to you now, is it?" he asked quietly, his hands in his pockets to guard them against the cold that he only seemed to be noticing now. "...But I wanna know that anyway. I've been worried."
Jan. 10th, 2009 04:07 am (UTC)
A flutter of butterflies arose in the pit of Abby’s stomach when she noticed Oliver approaching her. He seemed different, but maybe that was just because she hadn’t seen him since the kidnapping. She tried to mask her fears by forcing a smile on her face as he reached their meeting spot. However, it quickly faded away the minute he started to speak. His words were genuine enough, but she could sense a hint of bitterness underlining them. “If this had been any normal conversation I would have told you that I was been doing just fine, but you see I’m trying to work around this idea of not lying to you anymore,” she began. “So I’m going to tell you the truth instead Oli bearing in mind the hope that you might not completely hate me after this.”

She paused for a bit as she searched for a way to begin. “Pure-blood families live very differently from other wizarding families Oli,” she began. “Some even consider themselves to be royalty because they’re from ‘pure’ wizarding ancestry and have maintained this stature throughout thousands of generations. Of course pure-blood families are quite scarce now because a lot have married out of ‘purity’ as some would deem it. But the few who are left, like my family, see a great importance in maintaining such a prominent place in society. My father is a very proud man and he expects nothing but the best from his children. He’s always made sure that we only talk to the right people and even checked to see that my mother had us play with children who were descendents of ‘worthy’ families when we were younger.”

She shifted uncomfortably. “I think he sort of gave up hope on Tad after he got sorted into Gryffindor to be honest, but he’s always been very strict with me. He was so disappointed actually when the sorting hat sorted me into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin…” she added, her sad voice drifting off as she recalled the awful owl she had received from her parents following her first day at Hogwarts. “You see Oli, I’m not given much choice as my father’s daughter to see to the everyday affairs of my own life. I’m not even allowed to choose who I marry… but that doesn’t matter you see…”

She moved a little closer to Oli, almost as though she was afraid that people might be listening in on their conversation. “My father can’t chose who I fall in love with no matter how hard he tries,” she said assertively. “He can whisk me away to some remote foreign country or lock me up in my room for ages, but he won’t ever change my heart… not ever. And I love you Oli, and I want to be with you. I don’t care what my father thinks or what he does to me if ever he finds out because the real tragedy here would be losing you forever.”
Jan. 11th, 2009 01:01 am (UTC)
Oliver had never understood family traditions in the way that Abby’s circle seemed to. Oliver’s parents were muggles, and despite their peculiar jobs they were generally fairly well-grounded people who if anything were mystified by their son’s strangeness but accepted it as part of who he was. They didn’t force anything on him. As for traditions, the only ones he grew up with were pleasant ones. His mother would close the gallery when one of their birthdays came round. His father’s family would write to them from Mexico. He’d never met them before, but he’d seen pictures, read letters… he knew that each other those people in the photos cared about him even though they’d never met.

But Abby’s parents didn’t seem to care about her at all. They cared about themselves. Abby was what happened when parents forced decisions on their children all their lives, and got angry when their children didn’t turn out exactly how they wanted.

“Abby, that’s wrong. Your parents can’t pick your husband for you. That’s an important decision that you’re not supposed to make till you’re a lot older! A-and-“ He paused for a moment. “-And you must know by now how I feel about you. I’m sorry that I haven’t been subtle. I really really like you – I might love you but I’m not really sure because I don’t have anything to compare it to. But you always tried to understand me even when everyone else thought I was a crazy loser. And you’re patient and you’re smart and you can’t get married to someone you don’t like… it’s a waste… of, well, you.”
Jan. 11th, 2009 09:08 am (UTC)
Abby regarded Oliver with a pained yet reserved look that had long since become a trademark of her premature ascent into adulthood. It was true that she had always tried to be friendly with Oliver, when no one else seemed to want to have a bother with him, but she almost made ir a point of bringing up that she wasn’t really like the other girls in her year. No, she was far more serious than any of them and maybe a little wiser as well. She had witnessed more tragedy in her young life than most would ever even see throughout their entire lives. And Oliver was making a valid point by saying that after all of this, after everything she had been through, her life was just going to end up another shameful regret that people would occasionally think to pity about in the future.

“I’m aware of that, but I’m terrified of my father Oli,” she admitted quietly. “I’m scared of what he’s capable of. Sometimes when he’s angry, I can just see the rage building up inside his eyes and for a brief second, I actually believe he’d be capable of killing me one day.” She had never told this to anyone before, not even Tad in fear of frazzling up her brother even more than the nervous wreck he had already turned into. In truth, Dorian had never physically struck her, but the thought that he could was what had made her unquestionably obedient towards him.

“Oli I’m cornered now, I don’t know what to do anymore or who to turn to,” she whispered. “I can’t even break this engagement off because I don’t even know how to save myself. It would be suicide to go against my father’s wishes – I mean, I’d have no where to go, and I know my father, he wouldn’t rest until he found me again and dragged me back home, and- well, who knows what would happen after that.” She paused. “Listen I just wanted to tell you know how I felt about you Oli and those feelings won’t ever change. But I’m not forcing you to be with me, simply because, well, it would be sheer madness. However, the decision remains yours.”
Jan. 12th, 2009 11:17 pm (UTC)
Oli fell silent and remained that way long after Abby had finished speaking. They were sort of trapped in this situation, if they were honest with themselves. They could do nothing and be miserable, or they could take a stand and get Abby into God knows what kind of trouble.

But that didn't stop him from feeling about her the way he did. And he knew it didn't stop her either. Neither of them wanted Regulus Black to come between them, and Abby didn't like the guy anyway. From what he could tell, that was an understanding Abby and Regulus had already come to, judging from Abby's remarks on the network.

"Well..." he said finally, not quite managing to look up at her. "To be honest I... sort of think that we should at least be allowed to have what we want. I mean it's not like your dad lets you do anything you want to when he can see you. He can't see you here, and if we're careful... well I guess nobody else needs to know either?"
Jan. 13th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
A wave of melancholy washed over Abby when the silence stuck between them for such a long time. Well she had done it… she had scarred Oliver for life now. What normal-minded person had a lingering fear that their father would kill them one day? Maybe she was sick in the head too, having grown up such an oppressive household. “Listen Oli I-” however she fell short when her friend started speaking again, listening intently to what he had to say. And clearly it wasn’t what she had expected to hear. She tried not to let the shock show too much in her face as he professed a longing to be with her too, despite the circumstances.

“No he can’t see me here fortunately,” she agreed immediately. “And of course, it’s no one else’s business to know what we’re doing. I’m tired of having my private life exposed on the network anyway. It’d be nice to have one secret to myself that the whole school doesn’t hear about as well. I mean, there appears to be a lot snitches at Hogwarts with a flagrant disregard for anyone or anything they may be hurting when they put those stories up.” She paused, remembering how her engagement had been made public only a few days after she had returned from holiday. Yet the worst thing about that was that it had hurt other people as well; Oli, Tad…

“From now on, I start doing what I want then all right?” she said, before tentatively taking a hold of Oliver’s hand with hers. She fell quiet for a second, staring down at their newly formed union. It felt strange and awkward, but at the same time, it felt just right. “And holding your hand is at the top of priorities right now.”
Jan. 14th, 2009 01:27 am (UTC)
Oli knew that this could be the closest Abby would get to doing what she wanted herself, she seemed so afraid of her father. And he was a little scared about how much trouble they'd both end up in if anyone ever found out about this, and yet... this was the closest thing either of them were going to find to being with someone they really cared about. Admittedly, Oli would have more chances to find someone else, but he didn't want to. And Abby couldn't.

He smiled nervously when she took his hand. It was weird, because he'd wanted this to happen for like a year now, and it had actually happened just as he'd thought that he'd pretty much lost that opportunity for good.

"Well if we don't wanna get caught, I could show you a few secret spots I sometimes go to," he said, leading her away from the base of the tower. "Nobody else goes, and when they try I guess I crazy them right back out..."
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