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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Jan 26, 2013 4:03:23 GMT -8

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Bursting through the door of the Slytherin common room. Not exactly who was going to be front and foremost in her war path. An owl had swooped in from nowhere and dropped a letter in her lap. It was the first news she had heard from home in a very long time, and she was not happy about it. Of course she knew what was happening and Chloe should have expected it, but what was a seventeen year old girl to do with her future in the hands of a man she hardly knew anything about. Okay, so maybe she knew a lot about the D'Orolione family, but she was not happy with her hand being forced into marriage, but it was something her mother did want and the D'Orolione family was of noble Italian blood. To an extent. Why did it have to be to someone in Ravenclaw of all houses?

"Fuck! I'm so....sono incazzato!" She threw her fist into the stone wall. Rolling her shoulders back she popped her neck and turned from the dungeons. Climbing the stairs the sound of her combat boots thudding on the stone floor and her hair flowing behind her as she picked up speed. Chloe held so much pent up energy, and she scoured the halls for the perfect target. Eyes scanning a see of student scum as she stood with her hands on her hips thinking about her next move. Letting her anger get a grip was like allowing the devil to roam the streets of Rome. Ceaseless rage burned in her lungs and flowed through her arms into her fists. The letter from home was in her hand starting to get an old vintage crumpled feeling.

Anyone of these students could be a victim and Chloe knew it. She wanted nothing more than the blood on her fists to be someone else's, her knuckles were aching from the previous impact, skin split in all directions. Who could handle her anger, or who could she beat the living shit out of and not get in trouble. Clearly no one was would be willing to be a punching bag. Pushing her hair back in a feverish attempt to look normal, Chloe looked down at herself. What was she doing out of the dorm looking like this? Black pants tucked into the ankle of her boots, a emerald green tank top without a jacket. The poor girl looked frazzled, but she was keeping her cool.

Sniffing in a fit of rage, Chloe turned down a different corridor, just searching for anything, a weak spot in the wall, anything she could destroy with her own two hands. "Why the fuck does it have to be me, couldn't they make another baby and promise her? Or.... FUCK!" The dark haired seventh year whipped around only to grab the closest person and press them against the wall. "Why are you...so close to me? I was about to break your face in, but seeing as there are people watching I'll wait till later."

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Jan 28, 2013 14:20:19 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2013 14:20:19 GMT -8

Breakfast had once again been ruined with the arrival of the mail, this time by his father. A note from home was almost never a good thing, and this one proved to be no different, at least not in his mind. His father had, to put it in his words, ”Finally found and arranged a marriage with a suitable family.” The suitable woman just so happened to be the cousin of probably the only boy in this entire school that held an unexplained hatred for Ezio. ”Brilliant job dad,”[/color] he muttered to himself as he strode down the hall with such speed that for what was probably the first time in his life, people scattered before him. Some asked him angrily if he was trying to run them over. He supposed a six foot tall, well muscled quidditch chaser almost running at you could give you a spook, but he had some place to get to.

He wanted to talk to Chloe before something happened, something like this leaking to the rest of the school or worse the Daily Prophet before they’d had a chance to talk about it. At least, that was Ezio’s goal; he had no idea really if Chloe would even consider talking about it, or if they would turn into Rodolphus and Bellatrix just like that. Ezio would rather have just about any other outcome besides that one. He was almost there, almost to the corridor that would lead to the Slytherin common room, when a dark haired girl blew past him, faster than even he was moving. It took him a moment to realize who it was, but once he had he spun around on the heal of his black dress shoes and strode after her, quickening his pace and gaining on her.

He had just opened his mouth to call out her name when she spun around and grabbed him by the throat. He didn’t know why, and probably never will but a small smile flashed across his face for half a moment before he washed it away. ”I really don’t think that’s how we should start off, seeing as some people have said my good looks are my only real asset,”[/color] he said to her informatively. Of course it was his father who had told him that one night as he took his fists to the boy’s stomach and back. He reached down, grabbing her hand that held the letter, pulling it up so they both could see it as she still held him against the wall. ”I will assume this is why you are getting blood on my shirt collar. It is also why I was so close to you,”[/color] he said, dropping her wrist. He used his other hand to sweep her hand off his throat, grabbed her hand and pulled her around yet another corner to a hall that was little used and currently had no one in it. As he pulled, he may have pulled a bit too hard, and it may have caused her to swing around the corner into the wall of the corridor. He put his hands gently, but firmly on her arms just above her elbows so it was harder for her to throw any punches his way. ”We need to talk about this. We are both 17, they shouldn’t be able to do this without our consent, we are not children. Can I take your anger as an agreement with what I said?”[/color]

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Jan 28, 2013 16:11:34 GMT -8

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Eyes opening wide the light hazel orbs looked over Ezio. He was so gentle and caring, but that wasn't it. Chloe didn't want to get married, she didn't want to put anyone through the pain of her vendetta and possible persecution. It would all be worth it to her in the end. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I didn't know it was you." Her eyes narrowed and the grip she had on his throat loosened as he brushed her fingers away. Ezio and Chloe had always been closer than he and Joram, but still there were hardly any interactions between the two. In a flash he had whipped her around a corner and held onto her upper arms. Breathing in, trying to calm down ever so much she looked up at him. "You are very handsome Ezio, but I can't...I don't want you to." Chloe was trying to spit the words out, but was caught in his gaze for a moment.

Taking a deep breath she leaned against the wall the letter still crumbled in her fingers. "I don't want to get married Ezio. Don't get me wrong, if I didn't have plans for the future I would marry you, no question, so it's not just you." She didn't want to say it was her either. Chloe just never wanted her future to ruin someone elses life. Fully expecting to go to Azkaban for this feat, the Slytherin girl didn't want anyone to worry about her. "I just don't want to put you through what I have planned. I'd rather you live a happy life without...pain." She was being sensable and using her head now that her jets had cooled down and she looked at him. A soft smile on her lips, it was a consoling smile, one she remembered from her mother and how, loving she had been when Chloe was younger.

There was still a woman inside the hardened shell, and that was a useful thing. Letting her hand stroke Ezio's cheek ever so slightly Chewy leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek. "I'm glad that you won't have hard feelings if I tell you no, but what will our parents and guardians say? I can't just tell my grandfather that I'm not going to marry you. We need to figure this out." Hand still resting on his cheek, her hazel eyes beaming up into his. "If we tell them that we're not going to do it, we'll more than likely be in trouble, or worse. I'd rather not get written out when I'm inheriting the Vineyard just yet, not until I make my own decisions."

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Jan 28, 2013 18:46:14 GMT -8

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Ezio dismissed her fumbled apology with a wave of his hand. ”It’s fine I won’t hold that against you,”[/color] he said barely above a whisper. Even as he pulled her around the corner, she continued to try and make apologies. He stopped her with a look. ”Please, stop apologizing. And about my looks, I was joking. I know have more to offer than simply my face, even if it does get its face share of stares.”[/color] He gave her a warm smile as he said this. For all the coldness that came from Joram over the years, Chloe had never shown him any of that animosity. They may not have interacted much since before…before that day, but they had been children at play together once upon a time.

Ezio wasn’t ready for her to lean against the wall, so instead of simply letting go, he took a step closer to her, and yet he still didn’t let go. Normally he would have questioned himself on why, but he was trying to get a word in about what he had been thinking about the whole trip from the Great Hall to here, except she kept rambling on about not wanting to marry at all and not wanting to cause him pain. As she spoke he couldn’t help but give her a wan smile. He let go of her arms to gently put his hands on either side of her face; his thumbs rested on her cheeks, his fore-fingers rested just behind her ears while the rest wrapped unthreateningly around the back of her neck. ”Shhh, Fiorina. The only pain I could not change to some other feeling is that of the physical kind, everything else is only in the mind. And if we married I would make it so the only pain you could cause me would be to leave me,”[/color] he said in his low toned whisper, unaware that her path may lead to just that end.

Ezio returned her smile with warmth, their long dormant friendship shining through. His eyes fallowed her hand, looking at though they closed for a moment as it touched his cheek. His greenish blue eyes moved back to her hazel ones. She spoke of not knowing what to do about their families and how to break it to them. ”Let me,”[/color] he said quietly, letting her hand draw him a bit closer. Had it always been like this, but they were just too young then to realize this. Did their families see this and this is why the betrothal. But had it come so late? Why now? Was there something their families feared they would do? Some social blunder? His hands tightened a bit on her neck and face, but not too tightly, they were still gently and would cause no discomfort; he was just happy that she was not determined to see this wedding through and he was excited to share his plan with her. ”I have a plan, so that we can both have what we want. We privately, to our families, accept this betrothal, begging for it not to be announced until I am near graduation so it won’t interfere with our studies. To each other we only promise this; if we have not found someone to be with by the time I do graduate, we go through with it to keep our families from going at each other.”[/color] His thumbs gently stroked her cheeks, rare mischief in his eyes. ”But if one of us does find love with another, I will be the one to break it. You cannot be written out of anything if you had no hand in it, and I have my own plans for keeping the money due to me as a D’orolione.”[/color] His hands slid down to her shoulders as he stopped talking, a strange urge to kiss her growing. He mentally shook it off as he awaited her answer.

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Jan 29, 2013 21:49:49 GMT -8

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Taking in a deep breath Chloe brushed her hair back out of her eyes. Ezio had always been closer with her than Joram, especially after what happened to his brother. Joram had been insensitive about it even at such a young age, but deep down Chloe wished she could have done so much more to take care of the boy before her. That was up until Vicente, her grandfather, stopped making visits and kept the kids away from the D'Orolione family until they got over the death of a loved one. At the time she had been so warm and welcoming, but when she turned nine Chloe had learned the cold truth of death. Losing her mother had shaped her into what she had been today, when she was younger she always dreamt about marrying Ezio, but now it was real and she didn't want it. "Okay Fidato, I'll stop." Normally the dark haired seventh year Slytherin would have lashed out, but this was Ezio.

Hazel eyes piercing into his, Chloe hardly blinked. He was handsome that was for sure, Ezio D'Orolione was turning into such a fine gentleman. As he placed his hands upon her cheeks; the once hard features softened and she let her own fingers rest upon his. "You know what my path is Ezio. I don't want that for you. I know you understand or at least you try and that is all that matters." He went on to discuss what it was they were going to do about the impending marriage that weighed heavily upon their shoulders. Jaw tightening as he touched her. Chloe was no Integra when it came to headboard notches, but she did know how to perform on a mattress and the idea of love was just far too distant.

"It sounds like a plan, but I can't promise you that I'll be searching for love, Fidato. I can't promise you that I'll be infatuated with someone else to prevent this marriage, and what happens if I fall for you?" Ezio's face was close to her own as she looked up into those startling blue eyes. "What about the dance? It's parent's weekend and if we do not make an appearance... Fidato, they'll never let us live it down." Slight alarm came to her voice which was a rare thing. Eyes looking over his face for any sort of an answer.

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Jan 30, 2013 22:28:38 GMT -8 via the ProBoards App

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You know what my path is Ezio. I don't want that for you.

Ezio sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Yes he knew her path as much as he wish he didn't. She would never know how many nights he had stayed up wondering if he could turn her from it, and either not finding a solution or the courage to confront her. He had seen her royally pissed off and he wasn't sure she'd make an exception, especially if he had caused that anger. After his brother's passing, the frequency of Chloe and Joram visiting became less and less until it stopped all together. Losing a playmates, someone who could have helped Ezio deal with the pain only made the lose worse in his mind. He never has understood why their visits stopped; no one talked about it. He knew she had lost her mother and that her dad had abandoned her and that there was a connection, but Ezio was unclear what it was and was pretty damn sure now wasn't the time to ask. As far as he knew Chloe knew nothing about his his father had treated him and was starting to treat his own cousin that he thought of as a little sister. As far as he knew, the only person outside his two friends that knew was Joram, and he'd promised to never tell.

She wouldn't search that was fine, he wasn't asking her too, but the thought made him smile. "Amelia once told me what she thought about love. 'Never look for love fratello, let love look for you.' For some reason, I think she might be right,"[/color] he said with a smile. Tue smile was short lived however as her next words fell on his ears. His hands slipped off her shoulders and be took a step away from her. In all his 17 years, never had he expected to hear that phrase come out of Chloe Salvino's mouth. His brain seemed to shut down as it rattled around in his head. Was she hinting at something or just listing off possibilities. As he shoved his hands into his pockets he could almost see Ted smiling with a knowing look and telling him Chloe was in love with him but just denying it. Ever the romantic was Ted Tonks.

Ezio opened his mouth to say something when she dove right into asking him about the ball. He pulled out a hand, holding it up to stop her words. "No. You cannot seriously be asking me about the stupid formal after what you just said,"[/color] His usually bright yet emotion lacking eyes had darkened with slight anger, confusion, and frustration. Did she really think she could ask what would happen if she fell for him and then not wait for a response before moving on to a more trivial matter. Had she gone mad? Surely she knew him better than to thinking he would let something like simply slide by him. "And I..."[/color] He pause and looked to his right, further down the hall; he thought he had seen something but now there was nothing. Ezio turned back to Chloe and just as he was about to repeat the question, something human sized and opaque launched out of the corridor at his face.

The Ravenclaw put his hands up defensively as the thing hit them. It was cold and clammy, but not nearly as dense as it had looked. There was a cackle as it backed off and then Ezio noticed an ugly yellow and pink poka-dot bow tie around it's neck. "Awe pickle Italian lost his cool?" Peeves cackled. Ezio noticed the poltergeist carrying something as the annoying apperition continued and his eyes flicked towards Chloe. "Here let me help you find it again[/I] Ezio was already moving when Peeves started to toss whatever was in the bucket he was carrying at Chloe. The sixth year reached out and pulled Chloe into his chest while turning his back to Peeves. A cold liquid that smelled like rotting fish hit him square in the back, soaking his button down shirt and under shirt. He Gabe and involuntary shudder at the coldness and because something had just slid down his sleeve and landed with a phlop on the floor. He glanced down to see a rotting fish at his feet. "PEEVES!"[/color] Ezio roared, turning his head away from Chloe's ears so he didn't shout into them. He loosened his grip on her, preparing to reach for his wand.

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Feb 1, 2013 15:02:38 GMT -8

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She didn’t know what to say, and she wasn’t exactly sure she wanted to say anything. Chloe stared at him as he spoke about Amelia and everything that had been going on with the family. Ezio seemed dumbfounded that Chloe even considered the thought of marrying him, but all she wanted was to make sure that she didn’t hurt anyone in the process of hunting down her father. ”I’m pretty sure that I just did follow what I said with the formal.” Shrugging back her words she looked on at Ezio just as Peeves showed up, she hated the damn poltergeist, but she was nice enough to the damn thing that it never exactly...bothered her. ”Peeves! You know damn well you don’t fuck with me!” Temper flairing up once more, she narrowed her eyes at the being.

”Look, this is the last time I show you ANY sort of kindness. Seriously!” Today was just not her day and if she wanted to take it out on a second year punching bag, she would. Grabbing Ezio’s wand hand she made sure he didn’t go for the device of destruction. ”We all do stupid shit when we’re pissed of Ezio, just ignore the hell out of him and he’ll bore of us and go away. That’s always how I’ve played it.” The stench that rolled from Ezio’s back was nauseating to some, but Chloe found it rather hilarious. She would have laughed even if Peeves did manage to hit her with it, but it wasn’t something to get angry about.

Chloe looked out across the hall and made sure no one was exactly looking at them. ”Come on, you need to get changed and take a shower. I’m not going to be walking around with someone who smells like...well you.” A cackle escaped her lips again as she shook her head.

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Feb 2, 2013 4:33:59 GMT -8 via the ProBoards App

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Peeves cackled and shot back down the hall singing, "Two ickle Italian all smelling like garbage, gonna get themselves linked up in marriage"[/I] Ezio furiously looked at Chloe as she grabbed his hand. Don't do something rash just because you were angry? This coming from the girl who had a bloodied hand because she had fought a wall and the wall won. Did she really think she was the one to lecture people on self restraint. However, Ezio had noticed that he had been a bit more on edge lately than he had ever been, so maybe in that light she had a point. He relaxed his hand, letting her guide it away from his wand.

"I'm sorry I snapped. I seem to be doing it a lot lately. I yelled at Joram yesterday because....well because of something he said. Oh and he already knows about the engagement as well,"[/color] he said closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. He had been reluctant to send Trixy back to the manor for fear that his father might punish her if he found out Trixy had confirmed Amelia's letter, but had anyway so that things appeared normal. That line of thinking had lead him to imagine the worst about what would happen if his father found out Amelia wrote him. He had yet to write her back as well. It wasn't that he didn't care or anything, quite clearly he cared very deeply, it was just that he didn't know what to say to the girl. He didn't have a way to keep her safe, especially while he was at school. When he was home it would be easier, simply have her take meals with him alone and keep her away from his father.

Ezio looked bcak down the hall Peeves had disappeared down with a sigh. "You think it will even be a day before the entire school knows with him singing like that?"[/color] He asked, only looking at Chloe after he was done speaking. The watery crap on his back was fridgedly cold, almost as if it had a chill spell on it. He gave an involuntary shudder before for forcing himself to stop shivering. The smell was absolutely horrendous. It was a well know fact that Ezio never left his dorm smelling anything less than clean with a hint of sandalwood and cedar, just enough that sometimes you caught a wiff and sometimes you didn't; he didn't bath in it like some guys. But now he smelled like crap and it was starting to raise that anger in him. He took a few more deep breaths, more mental this time because of the smell and nodded to Chloe. "Trixy is washing my clothes today so I don't have anything in my dorm,"[/color] he said with an sheepish smile, knowing it sounded odd that a rich boy could be out of clothes simply because it was washing day. But he had never need room full of clothes like some. He was skilled enough in charms to be able to simple change the colors of his shirts and ties when he wanted something different like the one time he wore a navy blue shirt with a silver tie for the end of year feast instead of the traditional white with a house tie. Because of this little trick, no one knew he only had clothes enough for seven or eight days with a few spares, but he was all out of spares now.

He pondered for a moment. He couldn't simply wander around in just any old shirt, it wouldn't be tailored to fit him correctly, but that Ravenclaw mind quickly found a solution. "We need a shower, clothes, and maybe a place to clean up that hand of yours a bit. And there is only one place to go when you are in great need of something,"[/color] he said with a handsome grin. He began walking down the hall only to pause a few steps after passing her looking back at her, his smile almost boyish. "To the Room of Requirement then? I'd offer you my arm Fiorina, but I wouldn't want to cause you to smell as well."[/color] Ezio waited for her to start moving before continuing in the direction of the blank wall.

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((Hope that's okay. If you want I can add in a time jump to him pacing outside the room requesting what is needed and then it appearing, or I can describe it in my next post))

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Our Lady of Sorrows | Open Feb 12, 2013 21:33:28 GMT -8

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Chloe stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. "I don't care if you snap, you are your own person Ezio, but just remember that when you snap at me I will dish it back." The Slytherin girl rolled her shoulders back and got a little more comfortable. Sure she could fall in love with Ezio, but he was most definitely not of her taste in men, or women for that matter. Crossing her arms across her chest, hazel eyes searching his as the smell wafted up into her nostrils almost making her eyes water. "I don't really care who knows, it's not going to happen and they can blow it up as much as they want." Chloe shurgged and looked Ezio as he mentioned that he didn't have any clothing in his dorm and she rolled her eyes. Having a house-elf at ever beck and call was a little too overboard in her opinion, especially a personal house-elf. Chloe was so used to having Antoni around that she never thought much about them as they didn't serve vampires.

"No, you need a shower, and I am not going to shower with you in the room of requirements." Ezio was a good looking chap, but her guard flew up to the ceiling. Hand still throbbing but sarcasm filling her voice like nothing had ever happened. Stopping in the middle of the hallway she looked at Ezio. "Hey, I'm going to go to the Slytherin common room actually. Sorry about all this, and the fish, that just reaks, but I really need to get back to my people. Also, I think Bells is waiting for me to start planning her wedding. I have a feeling that she'll have my head if I ditch her for you." She swallowed hard, hating to turn him down and all, but stripping in front of D'Orolione was something she didn't feel too comfortable with at the moment. She would strip for anyone right now, but not him, not that she was betrothed to him.

Taking in a sharp breath she looked at him and shook her head. "If you want to go to the dance with someone else you can. I won't be hurt by it and I don't want to ruin your idea of fun, but just remember we have to make some sort of appearance." With that Chloe turned on her heel and started back toward the dungeons. Not one word out of her mouth was a lie, she only asked because she was dateless and now it seemed like it was going to stay that way. Maybe she'll take that cousin of Bellatrix' he isn't bad looking.

Sorry it's garbage-ish, it took a lot for me to pump this one out.