Let's See How It Goes

Let's See How It Goes

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11 Nov 2014, 20:24 #1

Veera didn't turn into a little girl when it came to guys. She didn't believe in that. She especially didn't believe in that when a happy ending was impossible. And yet when she walked to the library she had a skip in her step. She fiddled with the zipper on her sweatshirt, not nervously, but out of excitement.

When she walked through the doors she let her hand dart from the zipper and to her side. She spotted Silas and smiled. She had known him since she was little and had been fascinated by him. She expressed that by pestering him, relentlessly and somehow that seemed to gain his attention favorably. And she didn't mind one bit. She regained some composure and lost the skip and returned to her normal saunter.

"Hey!" She greeted him, leaning over the table he sat at. "You're a sight for sore eyes." And he was. She could remember being a teenager and gawking at him. She had grown to resist from gawking, but only just.

She stood back up straight and unzipped her sweatshirt."Is it hot in here?" She had to try her hardest to keep her lips from breaking into a smile. She shouldered off her sweatshirt me dropped it on the table. Underneath was a shirt she had searched for, after Silas told her about being in a band, with his face plastered across the front. She watched him. Her mouth finally broke into a grin.

Maveera believed in fun. She had had too much shit to happen not to. It was the reason she was able to look at Silas without concern. At least not overwhelming concern. They were impossible. It couldn't work out. And even if that weren't the case she felt like she could see something going on behind his eyes all of the time. It was part of his appeal, a bit of mystery. She didn't know what that mystery was, but it was definitely real. But she wanted not to care. She didn't want to dwell on something that she couldn't change.
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12 Nov 2014, 00:21 #2

Silas was recuperating at a very slow pace but recuperating all the same. He was trying to get over things. All the issues that had started as a result of turning Hannah were being confronted. And he only had Kassia Black to blame. She'd made him confront his demons by confronting him. So in a sense he didn't see what he had done to her as too much of a curse.

Instead, it felt as if it were a bit of a blessing in disguise. She was headstrong and stubborn with a wicked streak a mile long and an amazing temper. She was the daughter he'd never gotten to have. And as such, she did not take no for an answer. Nor did she let him walk all over her or allow him to pretend that nothing bad had ever happened.

She was nothing like Hannah.

And he'd found that had been what he'd needed all along, some responsibility. He had needed someone to not only blame him, but to teach as well. Kassia was the perfect student. He found that she attacked nearly everything she approached with a rapid hunger, one that would make any father proud.

Teaching her the best ways to handle her curse and in turn, herself had taught him that not all vampires were bad. Because he himself was not. He'd started to forget that in all honesty. And it had taken a child (in comparison to his own age) to convince him of this fact.

Now none of this had been enough for him to quit his drinking completely but it had gotten him to slow it down a bit and to actually go to do his job in the library completely sober. Which was one place he hadn't been without a hangover in quite a few days.

Luckily for him, he seemed to have picked the right day to do it considering that a certain overly hyper werewolf had decided to come skipping into the library. "Hey," he nonchalantly returned her greeting,eyes never leaving his book. "How's the werewolf wonder been? Talk around the Staff Room is that you had detention with someone who happened to dislike animals, that true?"

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't amused by hearing that story. Everyone had been amused by that story, well everyone except Hawthorne, but he was going through some weird emotional issues right now, so Silas didn't think he counted. But a certain movement out the corner of his eye caused him to glance up for a second, right into his own face. Or rather a giant print of his face.

"Merlin," he groaned. "How in hell did you get your hands on that?" It had been years and he meant years since he'd been even remotely famous in the muggle world. He'd honestly thought all the shirts and other memorabilia had turned into dust by now.

"Don't tell me, I underestimated my fame?"


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12 Nov 2014, 00:58 #3

Maveera didn’t know Silas well, not at all if she was being completely honest. He had told her things about himself, but to her those seemed like facts. She loved facts, she loved facts to death, but that wasn’t enough for her. She had an insatiable curiosity about Silas, about most things, but for some reason especially Silas.

She had to admit she was a little bit disappointed when he didn’t even look up from his book, but it never showed on her face. He was serious, much more serious than her, and she could appreciate that. Not everyone’s face lit up when someone walked into the room, and it was perfectly fine. Well…fine. Well…she wasn’t going to dwell on it. “The werewolf wonder? Is that my name now?” She asked mockingly. She didn’t have a chip on her shoulder about who she was, but it wasn’t like being attacked was the best thing that ever happened to her, but it had. And she had come to terms with that. “It is. I probably shouldn’t have thought it was as funny as I did, but you should have seen his face!” She felt bad for dragging Ox out into the woods, he was clearly terrified. “He had to help me find the baby hippogriff.” That baby had doubled in size when she saw it again, they grew so quickly. “I couldn’t go without someone y’know…that doesn’t reek like a predator. It would have run away.” She actually sounded solemn at that though, because all she wanted to do was spend time with the animals, but she couldn’t. Not like she could before.

Her smile increased to a grin as he noticed the shirt. It was probably stupid, her doing this, but she had just had to. It was too funny. “You have quite the cult following. I had to fake being an uber fan for an hour with some emo chick.” She pulled out the bottom of the shirt and looked down at it as she hopped up onto the table and swung around so her legs were on his side.

“I’m not going to lie. Feels a little creepy having this shirt laying about. I hid it in a drawer because I felt like I was being watched.” She smiled. In truth she had left it sitting on the back of her chair, the front facing outwards and she had nearly jumped through the ceiling on multiple occasions coming into her room. “Also a student saw me with it and I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m stalking you.” Although there wasn’t a defined face for ‘you are a stalker’ the way the girl looked at her could only mean that.

Maveera reached down and touched the edges of him book, leaning to look at it. “And what, my immortal friend, have you been up to recently?” She was asking out of genuine curiosity, but she also found herself distracted by the words on the page. She may have been reading at an odd angle and had no idea what the rest of the book was about, but there was nothing in the world that could stop Maveera from reading. She had been a Ravenclaw after all. She may have chosen to focus on certain subjects, but any kind of book made her nerves tingle with interest.
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19 Nov 2014, 16:17 #4

Silas liked to pretend that Maveera didn't get to him but she did. And she did it without even trying. It was completely unnerving how she had the ability to stir emotions up within him that had taken his closest friend years to provoke. It didn't matter that they had both done so without trying. He was too busy being angry at himself for allowing yet another person to get to him.

He had thought he was over this. That he was past this and able to keep himself sectioned off, away from the rest of society but obviously he hadn't done an excellent job of it. Because three women had managed to break through all of his defenses. And all three of these women had made him care about them in ways that he had sworn he wouldn't care about anyone ever again.

Silas was screwed and he knew it, which was why he had tried to seem more focused on his book than he had on her. He assumed it worked from the slight air of disappointment she gave off but decided not to focus on it too much, she was what she was and he was what he was and maybe they weren't meant to have their paths cross. Instead he merely focused on their conversation, their small talk and nodded. "Has been since last Tuesday," he joked. He hadn't meant to insult her by calling her that and hoped she didn't end up feeling attacked in any way. But he also knew that she was made out of stronger stuff than he was and would probably never let someone get to her. Still, he was amused by the way she did things. "You found the one person in the castle who was afraid of animals and made him help you locate a baby hippogriff. Either your a genius at picking punishments or you have a twisted sense of humor, possibly both now that I think about it." He wished he had been able to be there for at least a few minutes just to see the sheer look of terror he figured had been on the kid's face.

A small frown crossed his face at her words and he sighed. "I know what you mean, the only animals that'll go near me these days, aside from my cats are thestrals and that's just because...well I really don't know."

He could not believe that she had found that shirt. Part of him wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he felt he looked and another part of him wanted to take the shirt and set it on fire. "Do you know how long ago those albums were released?", he asked, making a face. "Ten years ago. It honestly freaks me out that an emo girl actually knows I exist."

He watched as she hopped onto the table and turned so that she was facing him, moving his book out the way so that it wouldn't be stepped on. Here she was, invading his bubble once again. He just wished she wouldn't have done so with boots on. "I bet a few people in the library right now think you're stalking me," he joked. "But don't let that bother you, considering how I'm fairly certain a few of the students might possibly be stalking me as well."

"But in all honesty, it feels really creepy to see my face decorating your chest like that." It was incredibly unnerving. "I haven't been up to too much. Quit drinking. Accidentally turned Sirius Black's daughter into a vampire. Basically been the worst person in the world. How 'bout yourself?"


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20 Nov 2014, 20:59 #5

“I like it.” Maveera wasn’t happy with what she was, but she was that and was determined to accept it. “Makes me sound like a super hero.” And that was reason enough. “It wasn’t like I picked him out, and wasn’t wasting a perfectly good opportunity!” She had felt sort of bad about it, but there was no stopping her once she got an idea in her head. “And I didn’t really mean it as a punishment. He got detention for defending his friend. That’s good behavior in my book.” She was wildly protective of those she cared about. “I don’t get people who are afraid of animals.” But that was a whole rant nobody needed. Plus, Ox seemed like a good guy so she wasn’t going to hold it against him. Although she sort of doubted she would see him around all that much.

She didn’t mean to make him frown, “It sucks.” And she didn’t really keep pets that were all that used to her, “I like that you’re kind of a cat lady though.” She added with a laugh.

“I do know. I had to research it.” She was mostly teasing, although she did the math and realized she had started pestering him around the same time and really wished she had known about this then. “Lots of emo girls know you exist. It’s kind of terrifying.” She had a mischievous smile, “You could always start this up again. I think it suits you.” She was mostly teasing. Mostly, because that would be absolutely hilarious to see.

“Maybe I am stalking you.” She said, crossing her legs. She had every intention of making him, at least semi uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t be surprised though. People really dig you.” As a student she originally got annoyed at the fact that people actually hung out in the library. She had just wanted to read. And then somewhere along the way she grew up a little and started liking boys and then she got it. And immediately started pestering Silas. She couldn’t imagine that could change all that much.

She chuckled and reached back to grab her sweatshirt and put it back on. “Happy?” She said with a raised eyebrow. She had gotten her fun, although wasn’t sure she wouldn’t need more when he told her how he had been doing. “No no no. You don’t get to gloss over these things.” First, quitting drinking was insane but she wasn’t going to exactly get pissed about that because she guessed it was a good idea for some people. The real thing that caught her up was Kassia Black. She could remember Kassia from school, despite an age difference. Exceedingly pretty and a little bit a jealousy swelled in Veera. But she took a moment to gather herself and not pry into that, because she was pretty sure it wouldn’t help, and focused on the last part.

“Why do you do that? Just hate on yourself so much?” She slid down into the chair next to him. “You know it’s not going to fix anything yeah?” Maveera had this odd ability to switch from childish to mothering in the blink of an eye, she always could. With anyone, but she especially didn’t want to hear Silas saying anything like that. She admired him, honestly looked up to him. So she didn’t care what he did, him saying he was the worst person in the world was bullshit.
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05 Dec 2014, 19:27 #6

He nodded his head slowly when she asked if he was happy that she'd put the sweatshirt back on. "Very." It was relieving not to have to see himself whenever his eyes drifted down her chest, not that they had very often. But still, they had drifted just enough for a creepy vibe to come over him. "Not seeing it lessens my desire to burn it a bit less," he stated. "Only a bit though so if that happens to be a favorite of yours for some reason, I'd keep it in a safe place." A very safe place, with wards around it and everything.

He had sincerely hoped that she would have chosen to let what he'd said about Kassia go. He didn't want to discuss it with her or with anyone. He wished he hadn't mentioned it at all, but it had slipped out, almost as if it was a truth that demanded being told. But of course she'd heard it. And of course she couldn't let it go. He honestly should have known better.

"I do it because I'm worth hating." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his office, not wanting anyone to overhear this change in conversation. "I'm not a good person Maveera and it's about time you realized this. Whether it fixes anything or not it's the truth and for your sake... I don't think you should spend so much time with me."

He didn't want to hurt anyone else. And Veera was the last person he wanted to spend time away from. But he also didn't want to risk hurting her. Because she was important to him, despite his wishing that she wouldn't be. "I like you Veera and I'd like you even better alive and unharmed."


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05 Dec 2014, 22:53 #7

Maveera laughed. She clutched the shirt through her sweatshirt, “Oh I am definitely keeping this safe.” Honestly, she had gotten to play her joke. But there was a novelty in it. She wouldn’t be crushed if it were gone one day, but she wasn’t giving it away either.

Silas pulled her into his office and Maveera frowned. She couldn’t understand him at all. All she saw were good things in him. Sure, Silas probably made mistakes. But give anyone a long life and they are bound to make some. She was going to protest, say something in his favor regarding him being a good person or not, but his next sentence stopped her cold. She shouldn’t spend so much time with him? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Her hands moved to her hips. Defensive, but not closed off.

She was hurt. It was silly because it wasn’t like he was saying he didn’t want to spend time with her. Only that they shouldn’t. But she wanted to. She had always enjoyed Silas, and frankly he was the best thing that had happened since she’d been bitten. Maveera didn’t get mopey though, that wasn’t really her style. Instead she rolled her eyes. “I’m beginning to think you don’t know me at all.” She had done anything she could to be around him since she was fourteen or fifteen. She had no intention of that changing.

“Silas Warren this…” She motioned between them, “…is the stupidest decision I’ve ever made. And that’s coming from the researcher who got herself bit.” The way she spoke it honestly wasn’t clear whether she was angry with him or fighting for him. She knew it was the latter, but Veera tended to be a little bit odd like that. “But I’m having fun. And I like you. So frankly I don’t give a fuck about what you do.” She finally relaxed a little, her arms fell to her sides instead of at her hips. “Besides, I can fend for myself.” A small smile crept up onto her face, but it disappeared quickly.

Maveera brushed some hair behind her ear. “But it is up to you. I can walk out of here right now, but I’d really prefer if the reason wasn’t so vague and full of shit.” Despite her language she was being genuine, sweet even. Part of why she liked Silas was because she respected him. She really didn’t care what he hated so much about himself. It couldn’t deter her. But she wasn’t a child and she wasn’t going to fight him on it. Not anymore than she already had.
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10 Dec 2014, 21:33 #8

Silas didn't want Maveera to end up hurt or worse because of him. He couldn't live with himself if he ever became responsible for her being harmed in any way. He cared for her too much for that. But he also knew that he couldn't convince her to stay away without telling her the truth.

"No, I'm getting to know you fine," he shot back. But knowing her wasn't the problem at all. She was never the problem. In fact, he could call her the solution. Because her, Ana and Kassia, they were bringing him back from the darkness, making him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't know me Veera, that's the problem. You know nothing about me at all. What I've done, who I am. You just don't get it."

He shook his head. "This is the stupidest decision I ever made. I shouldn't have let you get so close. I shouldn't have let any of you get so close." He closed his eyes momentarily and sighed, inhaling air he didn't quite need deeply into his lungs. "You shouldn't like me Maveera, you really, really shouldn't like me."

"I'm a Death Eater," he announced to the soundproofed room. "Have been since before I got turned. I've done horrible, horrible things through the years. I've gotten people killed and I don't want that to happen to you." He moved closer to her, raising a hand to touch her cheek. "I'd rather lose you like this than have to exist in a world where you haven't gotten to live a full life."


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11 Dec 2014, 01:51 #9

Maveera felt silly, being as hurt as she was. It wasn’t like their relationship had been long lasting, something she should really get worked up over. But she was. She couldn’t understand where this was coming from. Not at all. She figured there was stuff she didn’t know about Silas. It made sense, but this seriously sucked. She thought about what he said, she really did, but found herself firing back, “Then make me get it.” She wanted to know all that there was to know about Silas, but he wasn’t exactly one for opening up. Something that made it all the more suspicious. But she was ready for anything, at least she thought she was.

“Any of us?” She raised an eyebrow. But not angrily, although she actually thought it might feel a little more normal if she was filled with jealousy. But she wasn’t. For some reason this was hurting her, but not in the way she expected. Honestly, this sort of felt like losing her job after she got bit. Like something she couldn’t control was ruining her life. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t do.” But she said that staring at the ground. That was certainly the truth.

It took all her strength to keep her mouth from dropping. Silas was a death eater? She raised her head to look at him. Looking at him now, that sort of made sense. She wasn’t sure why exactly, but it did. “Oh.” Was all she could muster. He touched her cheek and she flinched away. Not because she wanted to. But because she could feel tears welling in her eyes and she didn’t want him to see that. Nobody made Maveera cry. Nobody.

It took her a second to regain her composure. She was so confused, so at at a loss for what to say. So she stopped thinking, because every time she did she just found herself silent. She leaned back on the desk and placed both hands at her side, gripping it tightly. “I don’t care.” She sniffled slightly, but the tears were gone. “I should. And it’s probably crazy that I don’t, but Silas. I really don’t give a damn.”

“Maybe it’s because I still have this weird fifteen year old view of you in my head, but I don’t think you’re a bad guy.” She really wasn’t sure if she was desperate, or if she really thought that, but it sounded confidant enough. “You recognize that you’ve done bad shit. You’re trying to protect me. Bad guys don’t do that Silas.” Maveera didn’t know what she was left defending. Whether it was the fact that she wanted to be with him or whether it was Silas himself. She had always looked up to him, and somewhere she felt like he just couldn’t be all bad.

“I’ll leave, but before I go I just want you to know I don’t believe you’re bad. I don’t care what you’ve done. I’m good at these things, and I just can’t believe you’re all that horrible.” She was certain of that. No matter what he did. There was something about him that told her he wasn’t rotten. But maybe she was wrong, she had been before. She sighed. “Just please don’t say it’s for me yeah?” She brushed her hair behind her ear, “Because I can take care of myself.” And frankly, the idea that this couldn’t happen just for the sake of protecting her broke her heart. And that was so much worse.
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