White Winter Hymnal || Theo

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White Winter Hymnal || Theo Jun 6, 2013 14:23:53 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 14:23:53 GMT -8

Vivian's Outfit

Vivian wrapped herself up in a thick jumper and mittens, with lots of layers underneath, before venturing out into the cold of the Hogwarts grounds. They were now into the beginning of December, and it was getting very cold, although it hadn't snowed yet. This wasn't a time of year that Vivian welcomed. December meant that the Christmas holidays were looming, and Vivian hated the holidays. She had he option to stay at school, sure, but if her mother and step-father decided they wanted her at home then she had no choice. They went travelling a lot, but Christmas wasn't an ideal time for travelling, and her parents had taken more and more to staying in their large London home, throwing extravagant parties which Vivian was expected to attend, dressed in beautiful gowns with her hair and make-up done perfectly, the Wood's showing off one of their prized possessions; money couldn't buy beauty, and John Woods just loved comparing Vivian to the daughters of his contemporaries, often awkward, homely things.

Of course, Woods wasn't her real father, so any pride he took in her appearance stemmed from... well, a different matter altogether. The idea that Vivian could go and stay with her real father was laughable. She had never even met the man. All she knew of him was his name Jack Blackwell, and his reputation. And that he lived with her half brother, who was also at Hogwarts, in the year above, and who she scorned because he clearly didn't want to know her either.

But no one knew why Vivian would hate to go home for the holidays, not even the person she was looking for now, her best friend, Theodore Nott. It was a Saturday and Vivian rose late, and after not finding Theo at breakfast, in the Slytherin common room, or in the potions rooms, she had reluctantly donned her winter attire and ventured out to the Quidditch pitch to find him. Vivian could fly- everyone from a pureblood family learned young- but the team sport of Quidditch never appealed to her. No team activity did. But Theo was mad for it, and a Beater on the house team.

Vivian drew her mitten clad hands up to her mouth and breathed into her cupped palms, hoping her breath would warm her hands as she approached the pitch. And sure enough, she could already see a figure flying around, seemingly aimlessly at first, like someone having a fit in mid air, until you got close enough to see the bludger coming at him again and again, as he knocked it back with a bat.

Even from down on the ground, Vivian recognised Theo's messy, curly hair, and his broad build.
"Oi! Nott," she shouted up at him, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice carry.

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White Winter Hymnal || Theo Jun 7, 2013 14:01:24 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 14:01:24 GMT -8

It was another cold December morning, just like Theo liked them. He’d been born in winter and always kind of preferred that to the sticky summer months. He always felt like the heat was oppressive and suffocating. The cold, bitter winter air helped him breathe and think. Maybe that said something about the person he was, maybe that was taking his love of the winter months just a little too seriously. So he preferred winter to summer, it wasn’t really anything to get hung up on. He loved being able to see his breath in the air. And, most importantly, the winter months made practicing Quidditch completely bearable. The chill in the air was just enough to make Theo practice and play all the harder because by the end of the match he wasn’t completely heat exhausted and dehydrated. Winter was perfect. There was just no other way to put it. And because the chill in the air made practicing Quidditch so much more fun and bearable it was exactly where he decided to go when he woke up that morning. He’d been up before most of his housemates and decided that he wasn’t in the mood to mess around with potions, so he headed to the pitch. It was where he spent a lot of his time, particularly when he was thinking about things. Not that he had much to think about anymore, save for the fact that the winter holidays were coming. Great.

He slammed the bludger with his bat as hard as he could at the thought of having to return home for the holidays. Home. Yeah, sure, it had a roof and doors but there was no such thing as love or even tolerance in that house on any of the residents’ parts. His father and brother hated him and he hated them right back and when the three of them were forced together it was bound to end in blood and pain for one or both parties. In his fifth year his father had taken a cheap shot at him as he was casting a spell and broken his nose in the process. If you looked closely you could still see where it had been broken. It had never set quite right after that, but Theo didn’t give a shit. He made sure to stun his father into next week after that and, naturally, his good-for-absolutely-fucking-nothing brother came to his father’s defense. Two against one would never be fair but over the years Theo had turned into quite the force to be reckoned with, no matter how many times the pair of them ganged up on him. They may win the fights but Theo fully intended to win the war.

The only thing his father, his brother, and he agreed on was that mudbloods were scum, but that was rarely brought up when his “family” was so busy bringing up the fact that he was bastard child. You’d think after so many years they’d come up with some new insults. But nope. They always reverted back to the same shouts and different stuns as punishment. He slammed his bat into the bludger again, and this time it didn’t go very far so he slammed it again with more force. It came back and he slammed it again, his heart and mind filling with anger as he thought about what the upcoming holidays would bring. He supposed he should be plotting what kinds of ingredients to bring home to put in the food and drinks. He smirked to himself as he slammed the bludger yet again and flew away to a different part of the pitch. He could work on that later. And that was when he heard a faint voice calling him from below. He slammed the bludger back and looked down to see strands of blonde hair. Vivian. He smirked as his eyes turned back to scan the sky for the bludger. It was making its way back and Theo smirked as he flew towards the ground and, waiting for the bludger to reach him. He held his broom with one hand and prepared his other arm to catch the bludger. The bludger slammed into his chest but he gripped it with one arm and forced it back into its case before he flew over to her and hovered in front of her.

”You rang?” he asked with a smug grin. “What are you doing out here anyway? I figured you’d be holed up in the common room without even thinking about coming outside.”

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White Winter Hymnal || Theo Jun 8, 2013 8:48:45 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2013 8:48:45 GMT -8

Theo flew down towards her, and Vivian wrinkled her nose as she saw that the bludger followed, thinking he had better have a plan for dealing with that. Soon after Theo landed, the bludger came hurtling towards him, and Vivian watched unflinching as he caught it, not seeming to mind the hit he took to the gut. She'd seen Theo handle the ball enough not to be worried, and she wasn't the flinching type either way.

“What are you doing out here anyway? I figured you’d be holed up in the common room without even thinking about coming outside.”

Vivian rolled her eyes, her arms crossed in front of her to keep the warmth of her body in. She didn't know if Theo was deliberately trying to tease her by implying she was too prissy to come out in the cold, but either way she decided not to rise to the bait.

"And what, go out of my mind with boredom?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "After about five minutes of listening to all that bleating I'd had enough for a lifetime."

Vivian wasn't exactly friends with anyone but Theo. There were other people she talked to, sure, but they existed in her world only to amuse her. She didn't care about them, and didn't particularly enjoy their company, but she enjoyed manipulating them, pulling shit in class and getting everyone into trouble, getting them to throw parties and do things for her... and everyone put up with it, because everyone wanted Vivian to like them. Every guy wanted to keep his chances open, and every girl wanted to be her friend; they'd bitch about her behind her back, and tell themselves that if Vivian treated them like dirt then they'd do the same to her, but at the first sign of being in her favour, they crumbled to her will. Well, the Slytherin girls were like that, at least... girls in other houses just hated her. But Vivian supposed that was due to the Slytherin lust for power. Beauty was power, which Vivian proved again and again, and everyone wanted a piece of that.

But dealing with sycophants got old quick, especially on a weekend afternoon, when there were no parties, nothing of anything to do, really. Everyone just lay around the common room, and it didn't take long before Vivian started to feel the claustrophobic effects of being surrounded by people.

She didn't need to explain to Theo why she had come to find him, rather than just go and do something herself, if she didn't want to be around her classmates. Theo knew Vivian hated to be alone, that she got bored quickly, and to her there was nothing worse.

Vivian opened her mouth to ask Theo if he had loftier ambitions for the day than knocking a ball around an empty pitch, when she heard a voice behind her;

"Hey, Theo!" The voice was light and high pitched, with a slight sing-song quality, but to Vivian it sounded whiny. Her back was to the girl, and she wrinkled her nose at Theo in distaste, before turning around and seeing three Slytherin girls, two in Theo's year and one in Vivian's, scurrying towards them. "We saw you flying!"

Imagine, Vivian thought, since you were obviously stalking him.

The girl in Vivian's year was Lucinka King, a relatively quiet girl with long mousy brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, which turned mean only when she was backed up by fellow Slytherins. As she reached Vivian and Theo she smiled at Vivian, looking up since she was several inches shorter. Vivian's own smile was tight lipped, and Lucikina lost her attention quickly. The other two girls Vivian thought were called Phillipa Brown, and Alicia... something. They were both blonde, though their dirty blonde hair falling to their shoulders did nothing to match Vivian's long flaxen waves. All of them looked to Vivian first, smiling but not speaking, and addressed their comments to Theo. That pretty much summed up how things were done in Slytherin house when it came to the two of them; defer to Vivian, engage Theo socially. Something about Vivian just made you feel like she ran the show.

"What are you doing out here alone?" one of them asked, in what Vivian thought was an attempt to be coy. She raised an eyebrow.

"He must have been waiting for you to come and keep him company," Vivian said, her voice light, but never approaching the soprano of the other girls. Vivian's voice was deeper, slightly throaty. She accompanied her comment with a vicious smile, to which the other girls smiled back automatically, somehow still managing to look wary. Vivian had clearly implied that Theo was waiting for her to keep him company (though he was doing no such thing, and she would never expect him to). Vivian and Theo weren't dating, not even close, and merlin knew Theo saw his fair share of girls, but something about the dynamic between the two made it clear that Theo was sort of... well, hers. There was something of the predator in Vivian, and the possessiveness of her only friend clearly echoed that.

Vivian looked up at the stands as she heard a whooping noise, and saw to boys in Theo's year, Finn and Jack, jumping down from the stands and jogging towards their little group.

"Ladies!" Finn said, throwing an arm around Phillipa and Alicia's shoulders, squeezing tightly. "Vivian," he added, nodding to her with a grin.

"Hey, Viv," said Jack, also grinning, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up. Viv, was it? "Looking good." Jack was the cockier of the two. "Hey, Theo," he added, almost as an afterthought, and Finn gave Theo a mock salute with an arm that was still wrapped around Phillipa, squashing her to him in the process and making her squeal.

"So," said Finn, looking around the group, "what's the story, guys? What's happening?" Finn was always looking for the next party. Vivian gave Theo a look that clearly said he had limited time to get rid of them nicely, or else she'd do it... well, not so nicely. It seemed as though nothing Vivian did could hurt her socially, but Theo sometimes got the backlash for her bad behaviour. She knew that annoyed him, so gave him his chance to ditch the losers without offending them.