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Post by tristan gregory nott on Sept 22, 2009 20:19:24 GMT -5
'cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
i'm gonna make you lose control
she was so shy till i drove her wild
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tristan gregory nott had always been the one to stay up late. he had no limits at his household ever since his mother died. all his father wanted him to act like a gentlemen and elite at purebloods' parties and be a proud slytherin. also money only kept the boy to not cause too much trouble. he exited the local pub and took out his pack of cigarettes. he lit up one of them and placed the rest in his pockets. he was wearing muggle clothes today which tended to be very classy for a party man. he was wearing black pants and nice red shirt with a tie. tristan nott never failed to have style. he inhaled the smoke as the night was a bit breezy for a september night. he leaned his back against the wall as tristan thought about when the next rebel meeting was. inhaling the cigarette out and letting the smoke escape out his mouth, he never really did care about the rebels. tristan was a evil guy but never cared about this new revolt. he just wanted to not work and enjoy his life.
no one found it surprising how much a womanizer tristan was. he never had like the idea of commitment, love and relationships. it surely was a waste of time and boring. tristan remained in the shadows as he pondered about what he was going to do a lot. perhaps, go to muggle london and end up at a club. that's what he usual did. finishing his cigarette, he dropped it on the sidewalk and stepped on it with his shoe. that was until he bumped into someone. he turned around to notice a familiar face that made his lips smirk and say, "well, well. hello genevieve." genevieve avery was a new member of the rebel group. tristan found her an interesting pureblood girl since she may have been stuck up but was more quiet and intelligent. he was attractive to her, no doubt since she seemed like a new challenge for him. she was also few of the female members of the group and actually had the courage to fight. he liked that. the two met and now were in all the rebel meetings together. tristan already knew that she found it annoying how he was always staring at her.
tristan gregory nott had been to millions of those meetings and they felt the same. there was their next attack and the leader lecturing on how muggles and muggle-borns were not meant into this world. tristan remembered his mother teaching him how everyone should be treated the same. she was a slytherin however was not racist towards what blood a person had. she used to tell him at night that his father was cruel around muggles but that was his opinion. honestly, it did not make a difference what kind a blood that a wizard was. tristan listened to his mother and followed with her advice. honestly, he believed this rebel business was stupid and a waste of time. it was better than working at the ministry in a cubicle. that was a job that he would dread that he would ever had. no, tristan preferred on mr. theodore nott paying his allowance and letting him do whatever he wanted. well, as long as he kept his perfect duties together as a rebel.
he enjoyed calling gen by her full name. it made it sound long, fancy and exotic. that's when tristan couldn't help but to wonder how he bumped into her so late at night. they had a rebel meeting early but he thought she went straight home. "i never expected you the type to be walking around this late at night." that's when tristan enjoyed the entertainment of bothering and teasing her. however, he never laughed or grinned like an idiot. he just smirked. tristan nott wasn't the type to smile all the time.
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TAG - GENEVIEVE AVERY
WORD COUNT - 654
STATUS - FINISHED
BANNER CREDIT - ME
THREAD TEMPLATE - ME
LYRICS CREDIT - GOOD GIRLS GO BAD
BY COBRA STARSHIP
FEAT. LEIGHTON MEESTER
NOTES - HEYY! (= [/blockquote][/center][/size] |
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Post by genevieve grace avery on Sept 23, 2009 18:12:19 GMT -5
KEEP YOUR HEAD ON MY HAND & YOUR HEART ON YOUR SLEEVEOH NO I DO NOT HOOK UP, I FALL DEEP - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -genevieve avery was not one who would take being told what to do so easily. she was an independent woman, and refused to listen to others if she didn't agree with it. it was even like that her work at the ministry, where she rarely listened to her boss, something that both annoyed and amused him. and never again would she listen to her parents, particularly her mother. ever since she was young, gen had made her own rules and did what she wanted, not wanting to become yet another slytherin, death eater family daughter, just there to continue the blood line and the reputation of the family. but until she had graduated from hogwarts, however, her life hadn't become completely hers, free of all that. and now it was, and she was quite accustomed to that. but there gen was, tapping her foot impatiently, as she frowned at the newest auror - well, he was still in training - for possibly the hundredth time that day.
no, i can't, genevieve said, an edge to her polite voice. this newbie was beginning to get on her nerves. when she had accepted her boss's request for her to help him out during his first week, she had been fine with it. after all, a lot of the other aurors were extremely busy - the rebels were beginning to cause some issues, among other things, of course. with her assignment with the rebels, it often left her with extra time at the ministry in the morning. sighing, genevieve kept herself from shouting at the newbie, or just walking away and letting him figure out whatever his problem was himself. gen watched him turn away on his own, casting an annoyed look at her, and then she herself turned and walked off to her desk.
the rebel meeting had finished ages ago, and gen wasn't sure why she was still at the ministry. gen had spent most of all that time thinking - well, between having to deal with the newbie. she watched with a bit of amusement as the newbie continued to switch between glaring and looking for help in her direction, from the table way across the room. gen leaned her elbows on her desk, her chin resting on her hand as she glanced around her desk. a messy pile of papers were just in front of her, from all around the ministry concerning many things, but especially from her boss. she rolled her eyes and then stacked them all together, pushing them to the side, on top of a copy of the day's daily prophet that she hadn't gotten around to reading just yet. on the other side of her neat desktop were two things - a clock and a picture frame. the frame held a picture of she and her boyfriend. she smiled softly - it had been a while since she had had some good time with him.
a glance at that clock made her start - it was even later than she thought it was. cursing the newbie, she gathered up her things and made to leave. but sitting on the top of her things was a reminder. gen was not one to listen to her mother, but here she was now, hours later, still wandering the streets after finding exactly what her mother wanted from her. gen sighed, not in the mood to have to see her family. it was a fairly breezy night for september, and gen had to pull her sweater tighter as she kept walking with no real direction. until she ran into tristan nott, that is. then she just wanted to leave. her family's home was sounding more appealing than another encounter with the rebel. hello, tristan, genevieve said, containing her sigh of annoyance. then she eyed him coldly with an eyebrow raised. oh, really? why is that? gen asked, keeping herself from rolling her eyes. she had been on edge for a few days, just generally irritated and not in a great mood. and seeing tristan nott was not helping. he didn't have to know about what her mother had had her get for her, and why she was out so late. it was a nice night, and honestly, why did he care? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS // finisheddd. (:
TAGS // tristann nottt!
WORDS // seven hundred twelve !
LYRICS // i do not hook up, kelly clarkson
CREDIT // this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !
NOTES // sort of bad post.... ): |
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Post by tristan gregory nott on Sept 26, 2009 22:59:34 GMT -5
'cause just one night couldn't be so wrong
i'm gonna make you lose control
she was so shy till i drove her wild
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tristan gregory nott actually did not care about girls. well, it would be a surprise if the boy actually had a heart. he never had a committed relationship in his life with women. he had lots of guy friends, especially rebels, who were like him -- arrogant, cocky and maybe a womanizer. it was all part of the cliche of being a slytherin. tristan treated the girls nice at first and was done with them the next morning. it was how his whole life revolved around with partying. he looked at gen who didn't seem to thrilled to see him.
"you did decline my last offer of getting drinks after that rebel meeting last week."
"or did you actually turn around and want to now?"
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TAG - GENEVIEVE AVERY
WORD COUNT - .....
STATUS - NOT DONE!
BANNER CREDIT - ME
THREAD TEMPLATE - ME
LYRICS CREDIT - GOOD GIRLS GO BAD
BY COBRA STARSHIP
FEAT. LEIGHTON MEESTER
NOTES - UGH, I'll TRY AND FINISH THIS TOMORROW. SORRY. =P [/blockquote][/center][/size] |
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