Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan)

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 24, 2013 19:04:25 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 19:04:25 GMT -8

He had never really intended to stay long in the first place, but after seeing who was in there, he just had to check it out. For the first time in his life he was starting to feel as though he'd been too quiet, too reserved. There was something stirring in his blood. Once, long ago, he had secretly read a book by one J.R.R. Tolkien called The Hobbit. In this book the hobbit had had a bit of blood in him from one side of the family that wasn't content to stay in one place and never do anything, the Tookish side. Ezio had a feeling that some long dormant Tookish side of him was beginning to wake up. Perhaps Ted or Mickael would still be away and he could discuss this with them. Ted might actually know what he was talking about since he was a muggle born wizard.

Ezio had managed to mostly stay away from the drinks, and was quite certain he'd given the door boy about three times as much money as had been asked for, but that was fine with Ezio seeing as his father had no qualms about giving him more. He didn't have a gambling or drinking problem like some sorry fellow students, and his family wasn't out squandering it in their own ways either. If there was one thing an Italian banking family knew how to do, it was hang onto their money from one generation to the next.

He stood outside in the hallway as the doors slowly closed behind him as he straightened out his dress shirt and stuffed his tie into his pocket. As this moment he wished he had one of those muggle contraptions that told the time, or that Hogwarts had invested in one of those tall grandfather ones. He wasn't sure why it was a grandfather thing, perhaps it had given birth to a smaller version, the father clock, and then the son was the tiny one that could be worn on the arm. A rare smile formed on his face at the absurd thoughts as he gently rolled the sleeves back on his shirt to just above his elbows, still standing outside the now hidden Room of Requirement.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 25, 2013 0:17:52 GMT -8

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Ezio D'Orolione. A mysterious, dark, seventh year of Ravenclaw house - dare she say, wickedly handsome - and the newest object of Siobhan's affection. Or rather, obsession. After crossing paths with him and hearing curse loudly in a foreign language that she couldn't recognize, her curiosity was immediately peaked. It was then she went to her darling confidante Rita Skeeter, whom she knew always had the best dirt on everyone in the school. The two of them had forged a fragile friendship in their early years at Hogwarts, and since then, relied on one another for jaw-dropping rumors. Rita informed her that he was of an Italian background, having descended from a very long and respected line of pure-blooded, Italian wizards. This was Siobhan's deduction of him: Foreign. Intelligent. Pure-blooded. Wealthy. Basically, he was perfect for her. All she needed to do was find a way to introduce herself. In such a way that he would remember her. That shouldn't be too hard, she thought. After all, she was Siobhan Cassel.

O.K. So she wasn't a pure-blood. Her family was modest, at best. She had a Goth-rock, weirdo for a sister. And even Siobhan could admit that her magical proficiency was just mediocre. However, Siobhan made up for these lacks with many other shimmering attributes. For one, she was beautiful. That much was obvious. She had charm coming out of her orifices. She had exquisite taste in everything from home decor, to art, to fashion. And lastly, Siobhan had a thirst for travel and a willpower that surpassed most others. All in all, Siobhan happened to think she was quite a catch. Most boys should be lucky to be given even a second glance.

The freckled, red-head stood around a corridor now, watching Ezio in the dim light. She marveled at his thick, dark hair and elegant presence. How she longed for the rich and powerful. Why did she have to be born into such a simple family. Siobhan sighed, her eyes fixed on the Ravenclaw. Honestly, in all her years at Hogwarts, how had she not come across this gentleman before? They in the same year, after all! Inwardly, Siobhan chided herself and her seeming lack of detective intuition. As she looked at him, she couldn't help but wonder why he was in formal wear. It was the middle of the night, what did he need to be dressed up for? Her pale eyebrows knitted together, perplexed. She would have to get to the bottom of this little mystery. No doubt Rita the Gossip would be more than thrilled to learn what the Hogwarts students were doing late at night. But more importantly, Siobhan needed to figure out a good way to introduce herself. Well, she was a prefect. She supposed she could just pretend she was patrolling the halls.

Seeing him in his dress clothes, Siobhan had to admit she felt a little intimidated. What if he thought she was but a mere commoner? She was dressed so terribly simply, after all. Wearing just a grey, cotton sweater and jeans, she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach. Keep calm she thought to herself, trying to steady her nerves. Taking in a deep breath, she emerged from the shadowy corridor, and calmly approached him. She had to let him know straight-up that she wouldn't reprimand him for being out after curfew. She needed to win his trust. Smiling a sweet smile, her eyes widened slightly as if she had just come across him accidentally. "Oh," she began. "Hi. Nice night, huh?" Er, ok. A less than original greeting. Merlin, why did she sound like the biggest moron in the universe? "Don't worry, I won't give you detention or anything. I enjoy walks at night, myself. My name's Siobhan Cassel, by the way. But friends call me 'Shiv.'" She gave Ezio a reassuring smile, hoping he'd take her seriously.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 25, 2013 8:49:39 GMT -8

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The Nighthouse had given him a strange idea. Why not use it to siphon money out of his trust fund and into his privet, and hopefully still secret account at Gringots. Although he was thinking to himself mentally, he physically shook his head, unaware that he was being observed. No,[/color] he thought. That would never do.[/color] Inside and outside the school, every member of the wealthy society knew there were gossiping spies just waiting to pounce and tear a family apart. Just look at all the hell the Black family was going through because of one man. Even if he didn't like his father, he could never do that to his own name. His father was one man, but his name was his legacy far into the past and future, he couldn't stand to ruin it on false claims of a D'orolione falling into the gambling ring as a loser.

His bright greenish blue eyes focused on folding his dinner jacket just so over his arm as he turned and started down the corridor towards his dorm. He might also want to think about re-tying that tie, just in case he met someone in the halls. Wouldn't want them to think Rodolphus Lesrange was rubbing off on him, even if he had almost no contact with the man. Back to the problem of draining his trust fund into a secret account though. He had his reasons, even if the biggest one wouldn't come to light until the next afternoon when he finally opened a letter he would get tomorrow morning. He didn't want to be under his father's thumb anymore. If he so choose, Ezio wanted to be able to tell that sorry excuse for a man to go fuck himself, and not have to worry about being 'cut off'. He had already taken a risk by suddenly increasing the monthly allowance he asked for. Ezio had heard of a girl who liked to write exaggerated gossip about students at the school, and usually about those who already had plenty to be in the press about, even if it was just how much money their families had. Who knew if she had figured out he'd asked for more money every month.

A female voice behind him stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. It was probably a Head Girl or Prefect of something like that. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, sighed and turned around opening them again to look down into a pale freckled face framed by red hair. His own face was like stone, but he managed to worm some worry into it, softening the features a bit. "I can explain. I was at a late dinner with my father. Dumbldor.."[/color] He stopped as she continued, explaining that she wasn't going to give him detention or report him or anything of that nature. He glanced quickly back the way he had come to make sure the secret room's doors had become invisible again. It probably wasn't the smartest move when trying to hide something, but he wasn't going to be the one to get the other in trouble, that job was reserved for the goody goods who stuck their noses in everyone else's business. He gave her a warm, but small smile when she introduced herself. "I'm Ezio Valderes Leonardo D'orolione,"[/color] he said rather stiffly with a formal air about it, as though being introduced to the Queen. "But miei amici, my friends call me Ezio."[/color] His smile this time was a bit bigger. She was cute after all, and while girls would stare at him, he assumed it was his closed nature that had started in his second year that made them not approach him. Her simply talking to him made her stand out in his mind. "Siobhan,"[/color] he said with a slight Italian flair on it. "That is an interesting name."[/color] Perhaps that one glass of wine was a bit more than a light weight could handle. Then again, it was a really big glass too, more like two regular ones.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 26, 2013 0:52:14 GMT -8

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But miei amici, my friends call me Ezio. Siobhan was fairly certain she was swooning. The boy had just spoken a foreign language to her. Better yet, a romance language. Italian. It was enough to to make the composed, lady-like girl blush crimson. She brought a hand to her cheeks, feeling the heat rising to them as if it were the middle of a summer afternoon. The edges of her pink lips curled into a smile. Finally, here was a boy who was polite, educated, handsome, and above all, worldly. Siobhan had long tired of the drab English schoolboys she was surrounded by each day. They were dull. Predictable. And simply lacked the joie de vivre and ceaseless passion that Siobhan so desperately craved. Ever since she was young, Siobhan knew that the moment she graduated from school she was going to high-tail her pretty behind to some other fabulous, European location.

The top of her list was France, the homeland of her idols like Marie Antoinette and Emma Bovary (minus the decapitation of the former and the suicide of the latter, of course). She'd been saving her coin without fail since this dream first come to her. She had an idyllic yet romanticized image of herself sitting in a bourgeois, Parisian flat, sipping deeply from a glass of merlot and eating cubed cheese whilst her half-naked lover lounged on the bed. It was a fantasy she had crafted to perfection. She knew every scintillating detail without fail. Her lover had dark, thick hair – not unlike Ezio. Her apartment had white, paneled walls, complete with fine-tipped stenciling, reminiscent of Imperial France. Electic, antique mirrors covered the walls, and there were boxes upon boxes of fabulous designer clothes a la Givenchy & Chanel. Indeed, it was something she had put a prodigious amount of thought into, and she'd never once doubted that she would achieve this picturesque, made-up existence of hers.

Smiling, Siobhan nodded her head politely. She adored the way he said her name. She could listen to him say it over and over. Giggling slightly, Siobhan replied, “Thank you. It's Irish.” A brief settled between them as the Hufflepuff girl searched for something to say. She wanted to impress this boy in any way she could. Now that she was in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts, she could feel her future of glamour and romance just within her reach. Nevertheless, a part of her would always mourn for this school, as drab as this place was. She wanted to end her last year with a bang – no pun intended. She wanted to do something to commemorate the time she'd spent here, make her teenage youth memorable. Looking upon Ezio and his bright, infectious eyes and that tousled hair of his, Siobhan wondered if he could help her out with that little bucket list of hers. It helped that he was practically her dream guy, right down to the intoxicating accent. She just hoped he was as perfect as she was making him out to be. Of course, nothing was ever perfect.

Smoothing her hair, Siobhan edged a little closer, but not so close that she was invading his personal space. “So,” she began. “What are you doing out so late, anyway? If you don't mind my asking. You look like you're about to attend a ball.”

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 26, 2013 18:28:32 GMT -8

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Ezio couldn’t help but cast a slightly confused looking smile the girls way as she blushed. What did she have to blush about? He had simply said my friends in Italian. He had slipped into it because he was much more use to talking to Ted and Mikael who had known him long enough to have picked up some of his more popular Italian phrases; he did love to toos them in every once in awhile. ”I don’t understand. What did I say to make you blush? I simply introduced myself,”[/color] he said, with no hint of an Italian accent now. It usually only came out when he said names that wheren’t English like Siobhan.

His mind floated to other thoughts as he waited for her to speak. Other thoughts such as, what was she doing out here this late at night, then his eyes caught the half hidden prefects badge which confirmed his earlier guess of what she was. So if she wasn’t going to give him a detention, then why had she stopped him in the first place. A small voice in his head said, Perhaps it’s because she’ finds you attractive and isn’t that what you’d rather they do instead of just stare at you, giggle, and dash away?[/color] The little voice did have a point, but it had been some time since girls had even done that. His friends, mostly Ted had always told him that it was because he was so closed off to most people and almost never spoke. People, especially girls where social type people who liked to have more then a three word conversation.

This thought lead our young Italian to try and come up with a topic of conversation himself, especially with the one bit of news his father had given him that he had paid attention to. Ceasare had gotten him betrotherd to Joram’s cousin Chloe Salvino at literally the last minute since she was already in her seventh year and these sort of things tended to happen shortly after the younger member graduated. He was distracted by his thoughts when she moved closer to him. His muscles tensed, ready to move him half a pace away from her, but he forced himself to relax. Perhaps a few leaves out of Rod’s play book could be in order?[/color] The small voice nagged at him. Yeah but which ones? He almost wondered outloud, stoping with his mouth open. She saved him from this blunder by asking him what he was doing out so late. ”Walking,”[/color] he said with the breath that was going to ask the retorhical question.

”Mostly anyway. I was actually not lying when I said I was coming from a dinner with my father,”[/color] he said, reaching up with his hand to rub the back of his head, his face sliding into an easy smile. ”One could say just about every cena, sorry again. It slips out sometimes. Cena means dinner. Just about every dinner with my father feels like a formal event.”[/color] His eyes found hers, looking into them and holding them and he asked, ”What bring you out so late Ms. Cassel. I assume even most prefects would be in bed by now. You wouldn’t by any chance be out hoping to run into someone would you?”[/color] He was in now way assuming that someone was him, and he was trying to make light and tease her, if only he knew how to do it proporly. It was a good thing he was fast learner. Perhaps he could even learn something on the spot from Sioban.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 28, 2013 20:34:11 GMT -8

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The entire time Siobhan stood there, she was wrought with self-consciousness, something she never was. Siobhan wasn't someone who fretted, or worried, or feared she was less than what she was. She was Siobhan bloody Cassel! The envy of all other girls, a radiant beauty and cultured young woman that men would simply die to be with. What did she have to be nervous about? Ezio should be lucky she was even deigning him with her presence. That was what she told herself, anyway. Taking in his dark stare and captivating accent, Siobhan couldn't find a way to quell her insecurities. A thousand doubts raced through her mind. What if she was too short for his liking? Too fat. Too skinny. Not cultured enough. Not this. Not that. Did she have something stuck in her teeth? Was he has fascinated by her as she was with him? Judging by that indifferent expression of his, she was guessing the answer was no. She spent that entire time worried she was turning him off, that she was somehow beneath him. When he pointed out her schoolgirl blush, her cheeks only turned a deeper shade of red. Why was she being so ridiculous? She groaned inwardly. No doubt he thought she was just a silly girl and not worth his time. Siobhan's pink lips parted as she searched for an appropriate, not-embarrassing response. “Oh, it's just... hot. Yes, it's quite hot in this corridor, don't you think so?” Yes, that seemed like a plausible excuse.

At the mention of a dinner with his father, Siobhan smiled. How delightful. To be having a lavish dinner with your wealthy family. How Siobhan longed for a glamorous life like that, to dress up in fancy gowns just to have dinner. Every night would feel like an event! Her impeccable taste and natural elegance was absolutely wasted on her middle-class, half-blood family. Her sister would condemn her for being vain and superficial, but what it so wrong to want a better life for herself? What was the crime in wanting to live among the rich and fabulous? There was none, if you asked Siobhan. The way she saw it, she should be praised for her lofty, ambitious goals. So many people were so content to just slide by in life. Not Siobhan. She would do her damndest to find her way to the top, no matter what it took.

Her mind began to wander as she started to envision this dinner, Ezio spoke of, and all the elegant dinners he no doubt took part in. This upcoming formal would be the closest she had to such an affair at this point in her life. Hopefully, in the future, that would all change. She imagined Ezio in a smart suit, like the one he was wearing now, dancing in a beautiful, lavish ballroom, surrounded by equally beautiful and lavish guests. There was classical music playing in the background, authentic Italian music of Ezio's ancestry. Suddenly, her fantasy took a veer and she imagined herself in that imaginary ballroom. She was dressed in a blush pink gown, wearing mother-of-pearl, and her red hair done up in a classy chignon. It was an idyllic imagine, to say the least. Then she was dancing with Ezio in the center of the floor, completely oblivious to all those around them. It like a fairy-tale, and wasn't that what every beautiful girl wanted? To find her Prince Charming (ideally a rich, handsome, Prince Charming), marry him, and live happily-ever-after. Siobhan deserved that happy ending, didn't she?

She shook her head, realizing her mind had wandered altogether. Masking her nerves with a smile, Siobhan laughed gently. “I suppose you're right. Normally I'm not even awake at this hour. I just... couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd walk the halls a bit to clear my head. How was dinner with your father? What was he doing at the castle?” She wanted to hear all about it, to hang on his every word.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Jan 31, 2013 4:13:43 GMT -8

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She seemed distracted when he asked why she was blush, as was evident by her flimsy excuse about it being hot. "Perhaps walking would ease your discomfort,"[/color] he suggested, switching his coat to his other arm and offering her the former. Discomfort? Really? You realise how stiff that sounds right? Just think WWRD.[/color] Most likely offer to have her come back to his room or something. Well what would Ted Tonks, one of his best mates do. Woo her; if only Ezio knew what Ted meant by that.

She seemed distracted as they spoke. Perhaps he was boring her. He knew he would be listening to himself. It had taken most of his energy to simply look mildly interested as his father bragged to his own son about how well the family was doing. His father was also trying to get a high level job in the ministry or Gringots; to be honest Ezio hadn't been paying enough attention to remember. He did know his father was hoping to line something up for his second son for the upcoming summer. Ezio had protested, but his father was adamant.

If she accepted his offer of a walk Ezio would steer them towards the central courtyard since it was what would probably be one of the last warm evenings until spring. His blueish green eyes darkened as she asked about dinner with his father as though it where something far more fabulous than it really was. "It was fine,"[/color] he said rather stiffly. "And he had no business at the castle. I flew my broom to Hogmeade and we apostate from there to a little place in Spain."[/color] He said this all nonchalantly because for him it was normal. And by 'little place in Spain's he meant one of the best, and most expensive, magical world restaurants in that country. He loved the owner who had moved from Italy to Spain when he was only a boy. By the quality time spent with daddy was nothing to write home about.

"You seem distracted Siobhan. Perhaps you are more tired than you realised? I can escort you to your dorm if you wish, or perhaps you could tell me a little more about yourself. I know I've seen you around, but I've never been the most scocial of men."[/color] He looked down at her with an almost apologetic smile, its warmth rising to his eyes slightly.
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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 1, 2013 0:44:29 GMT -8

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Merlin, where was her charm tonight? Usually she was a fountain of social graces and persuasive allure; she liked to think she oozed the class and elegance that other people simply lacked. This allure of hers was her personal, crowning achievement. In fact, it had helped her in various aspects of her life, particularly her studies. You see, she had managed to slide through her grueling classes with just a compliment and a bat of her eyelashes. No professor had ever denied her before. Of course, that meant she couldn't tell a boggart from a basilisk, but at least it got her toward where she wanted to be without risking premature, grey hair through hours and hours of studying. In her youth, she had used her charisma against even her own parents. When she accidentally broke something or was accused of bullying her sister, all she had to do was turn on the charm and get away with what she wanted. But of course, now when faced with possibly the most attractive, enchanting man she'd ever met, Siobhan was finding she was completely out of her depth.

You are beautiful. You are mesmerizing. Everyone wishes they were you. This was the mantra Siobhan Cassel repeated to herself every morning in front of the mirror before she began her day. And Siobhan mentally repeated it to herself now, hoping it would steady the butterflies in her stomach. Running her hands through her red curls, she took in a deep breath and readied herself. Normally, Siobhan wasn't one to let herself succumb to nerves, but this was, possibly, the man of her dreams. Ezio did, after all, fit all of the criteria on her checklist. Rich? Check. Pure-blood? Check. Foreign? Check. Intelligent? Check. Classy? Check. Handsome? Double check. Indeed, she was beginning to wonder why it had taken so long to find him. She had to make a lasting impression on him so he would damn well remember who Siobhan Cassel was. She wasn't a footnote to be forgotten.

Smiling her infectious smile, Siobhan started down the corridor, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he'd follow. “I'd absolutely love that, Ezio.” she replied perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. There was something calming about the gentle snore of the paintings as they slept and the clickity-clack of their shoes against the tile. Her eyes lit up as he spoke about his dinner with his father. Spain? Merlin, Siobhan had never even been outside of England, as much as it pained her. She couldn't help but sigh wistfully at the thought of spending an adventurous, glamorous night in a foreign city. In fact, she was surprised with the cavalier tone in which he described his evening. How she couldn't wait to get out of dreary old England and finally begin her life. “I must say, I'm completely jealous. That sounds... incredible.” Her voice quieted then, wondering how amazing it much be to be Ezio D'orolione, whilst she was simply boring Siobhan Cassel. One day... one day she would have the life he did.

At his next inquiry, Siobhan shook her head. “Oh no, I'm fine. I promise. I'm just distracted by the luxury that is your life. You don't know much I'd love to be that lucky,” she paused and then finished, “I'm an aspiring actress, you see. Once I graduate, I want to move to Paris and live on the stage. I want it more than anything.” It suddenly seemed so fateful that she had crept out of the Hufflepuff dormitory that night and sought Ezio out. They might have never had this wonderful encounter! Sometimes it paid off to be a stalker.

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Ezio stood in shock as she ignored his arm and walked off. He felt a bit put off by it, but maybe he was just being stiff about it. He took a breath and started after her, still feeling a bit put off by the fact that she didn't take his offered arm; he would remember that. Ezio shoved his hands in his pockets after catching up with her, matching her pace at first and then slowing it down to a nice leisurely pace. He was in no hurry to get to the courtyard or leave her company yet. He smirked slightly, pulling his hands out of his pockets and clasping them behind his back. "Jealous huh? You wouldn't be if you knew my father,"[/color] he said looking over at her. Mostly he could see only the top of her head with its red curls. No one in his family had red hair, and he found he rather liked it. Her smile matched her face as well, not too big or smile, and it always seemed to reach her eyes.

Sionhan's next words caught him off gaurd though. A paranoid thought ran through his head. He was already pretty sure she had been out of bed for a reason, now he was pretty sure she had, and he was very sure it had been in search of someone. He reached out and put his darker hand on her should to stop her, his pallor contrasting with her fair skin. "Siobhan,"[/color] he said very gently, his brows knit together with seeming concern. He needed to ask her something very serious, and he hoped she was truthful with him. "You are out of bed for a reason. And you are looking to find someone. Where you hoping to run into me?"[/color] His voice was gentle but firm. His father had once warned him girls might be attacked to him only for his money and his name. Ezio hadn't given it much thought since he hadn't had much interaction with girls on this sort of level, but it crossed his mind now.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 6, 2013 19:53:52 GMT -8

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She'd been so enthused by his invitation that she hadn't noticed he had offered his arm. It wasn't until that she had begun walking a few paces that she realized how incredibly rude that seemed. Not to mention she was more than ecstatic to be at the arm of one Ezio D'orolione. It was practically a dream come true. She could act all classy and composed all she wanted, but deep down, she had the same wants and silly aspirations that other young girls did. Er, Women. Ahem. Smiling, she outstretched her hand, hoping he'd take it. Hopefully he wouldn't think she was being too forward.

Siobhan stared curiously at him when he spoke further of his father. His tone had darkened considerably; all at once Ezio had managed to reveal and withhold. While she didn't want to pry – a surprise, considering her natural love of gossip – she was also immensely intrigued. What wasn't to love about the life Ezio lived or the lavish family members he was in possession of. Innocently, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked up at him. She wanted to seem sympathetic. While she normally wasn't the most... heart-warming sort, she did genuinely care about Ezio, even if it was for fairly superficial reasons. “Oh? Why's that? If you don't mind my asking. I just find it so hard to believe that anyone in your family could be... difficult. Your life seems so wonderful. At least to me.”

Suddenly she felt his firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her steps. The touch was, in a word: exhilarating. It was such a simple gesture, nothing complicated or even out of the ordinary. But it sent chills up and down her spine in a way she'd never felt before. Perhaps it was the way he was staring at her now, those eyes of his more intense than anything she's ever seen. Whatever the reason, she felt she had to be truthful with him. Lies had a way of catching up with you. Exhaling deeply, Siobhan met his gaze. “This might sound strange, but I was actually hoping I'd run into you. I can't quite explain it. I'm sure it would all seem so silly to you. But I just... really wanted to meet you.” There. She'd said it. She braced herself for whatever humiliation or rejection that might follow. Siobhan had an enormously high opinion of herself, but even she was humble enough to admit that a pure-blooded D'orolione was a bit out of the league of a half-blood Cassel.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 7, 2013 8:48:18 GMT -8

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Ezio’s face grew more confused as she explained why she had been wandering the corridors. Why would she, would anyone be looking for him at this time of night. It never dawned on him that all the giggling girls over the years hadn’t been laughing at him but that giggling may simply have been their reaction to having crushes on him, but not the nerves to act on those crushes. Sure he knew he was a good looking guy, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, but since girls didn’t talk to him, he figured they just didn’t like him or something very much like that.

He would get to her first question in a moment; right now he wanted to know more about why she had been hunting him down at it were. Luckily there was a bench nearby and he motioned to it for her to sit down. His father’s words rang in his head, and as much as he didn't want to believe them, perhaps there was some truth to them.

’Girls will love you for your money son. They won’t love you. If a girl only loves your money and not you, she will try to take all of it, because she probably has a lover on the side. You’re brother found this out the hard way. All Sierra wanted was his money, but when she couldn't get that without marrying him, she decided it was better to destroy him and his family instead. But we are D’orolione’s son, we do not crumble, we hold strong, like the Lion.’

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Was it really true? He had never bothered to even try thinking it through; it had always been too painful. But did Sierra only want Ty’s money? Should he even be here, entertaining this girl as if something might arise between them? What if she was like Sierra, would he crumble and kill himself like his brother? Perhaps finding out why she wanted to meet him so badly first, and then decide. As good as he was at hiding his emotions; right now the worry was playing across his face as he was distracted by his thoughts. Ezio sat next to her. ”Why were you searching me out? Why did you want to meet me so bad.”[/color] He kept his voice soft, warm, and gentle, adding the slightest hint of an Italian accent since he had noticed she seemed to like it.

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 7, 2013 15:40:53 GMT -8

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Those eyes would be the death of her, she was absolutely certain. So intense. So striking. She couldn't keep herself from looking deeply into them. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she hardly heard what it was Ezio said, or that he was speaking at all. It wasn't until a long, awkward silence passed between them that she came to. She blinked once, twice, and then a pink blush rose to her cheeks. How embarrassing. Following the motion of his hand, she shuffled toward the bench, seating herself comfortably. Siobhan suddenly felt very relieved to have something sturdy beneath her then, realizing just how out of it she had been. It was as if she were about to faint. Exhaling deeply, she turned her body toward Ezio so that she was facing him and looked into his eyes again.

His question struck her a bit strangely. Why wouldn't she want to meet him? The notion that anyone could resist the allure of Ezio D'orolione seemed incredibly preposterous to her. Sure, she liked him for mostly superficial reasons. But could you blame her? It wasn't as if they'd really gotten to know each other yet. Siobhan happened to think she was quite the catch, so why shouldn't she have high standards for her prospective suitors? Rather that than settling for low-lifes and dodgy sorts. Siobhan was better than that. Honestly, Siobhan had never really cared for anyone, male or female. Not even her own sister. But something stirred within her when she looked at Ezio. Maybe it was just her hormones. Maybe not. In any case, she knew she wanted to get to know him better.

She paused, unsure of how to respond to his question. Siobhan had already decided that she would be honest. She wouldn't lie, or bluster, or put up a bravado. It was best to just put your whole hand out there. “Because I...” Her voice faltered then. She really wasn't sure where to begin. Looking up at his face, she could see the trace of worry on his face, and she wondered why he was so concerned. Was it really so impossible to believe that a girl might actually like him? She frowned, wondering why he had such a low opinion of himself. Surprising herself, Siobhan put her hand on his and replied more confidently, “There are so many reasons. I lost my best friend this year, and I really don't have anyone to talk to anymore. My sister and I... we can't stand each other. I don't have many friends. Even Rita Skeeter is more of a connection than anything. But you're handsome. And intelligent. And kind. I thought you might be someone worth knowing.” Today was just full of surprises. Taking in a deep breath, Siobhan hastily added, “Would you like to go to the formal with me?”

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 9, 2013 14:43:01 GMT -8

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There was something unequivocally adorable about the way she seemed to lose herself in his eyes. Ezio had never had a girl do that before, and clearly Mikael and Ted didn't do that. He couldn't help but let a small smile be pulled from his lips as she came back to reality, and sat down on the bench he had motioned to. He really wasn't sure what he expected her to say. A small part of him, the cynical bastard in him, half hoped that she would say she was only talking to him for his money so that he could go back to ignoring girls and having them practically ignore him as well. But the Ted in him, as he called it, hoped desperately that she was here just for him and if he lost all his money tomorrow she would care, or at least she'd not leave him. But he was getting ahead of himself, they weren't even a couple.

When she placed her hand on his, his hand rolled over to grasp her as if it had a mind of its own and it knew what to do while his brain did not. A pleasant warmth spread from his stomach as his hand closed gently around hers. The look in her eyes hinted that he might be about to hear something not many others knew. She had lost her best friend and he wondered if she meant through death, graduation, or other means; but he did not ask.

"I can't imagine what it's like to not like or be liked by a sibling,"[/color] he said truthfully. It was tire, even up until Ty's death, he and Ezio had loved each other; he loved his little cousin like a sister now. When she got to the bit about him being handsome and intelligent and such, he couldn't keep a flush from running over his cheeks.

"No one's ever said that to me before. Well except for my father while he was yelling at me and calling me..."[/color] He stopped for two reasons. First, she didn't need to hear about how horrible his rather could be verbally, and second, she had just asked him to the formal. He didn't know what to say. He really didn't want to have to turn her down, but he had also just found out he was now betrothed to Chloe and his first duty was now to go with her, or at least find out her opinion. He gave her hand a squeeze but didn't release as he spoke. "I...things have gotten a bit...complex in regards to the formal. I can't give you an answer right now. I'm sorry,"[/color] he said, his voice dripping with genuine sincerity. He reached out with his other head and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He had one more question to ask her, and while he usually didn't fear anything, he did fear the answer to this question. ”Did you also search me out because of my family name and money?”[/color]He was paranoid that was happened to his brother would happen to him. He didn’t want to feel the way his brother seemed to feel. He didn’t think he would survive it any better than his brother had. He also wouldn’t let go of her hand, because he needed to know.

(( maybe this is what she could lie about? I think it should be something important to him in its principle and because it’s a lie))

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 11, 2013 19:36:19 GMT -8

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Heat. A sudden, all-consuming flutter of heat. That was what she felt the moment his hand settled over hers. It was so intense; she wasn't sure she had felt anything like it before. When he held her hand in his, it was like the beginning of spring, fresh and bright. The start of something new. It reminded her of her mother's apple pie that she used to love as a little girl. Was it this that other girls were always going on and on about? Was it this exact feeling that had taken her former best friend, Atlanta Vaisley, so strongly? It was so strange and so wonderful. She didn't want it to ever stop.

Siobhan wasn't a prude, per se, but she certainly didn't let just anyone touch her as they please. Boys were more than welcome to stare at her with longing awe as much as they desired. In fact, she encouraged such oggling. However, Siobhan was incredibly picky when it came to future boyfriends. Throughout her years at Hogwarts, Siobhan had really only one boy that she would consider as such. It had been a pleasant, albeit brief, romance when she was sixteen, but nothing lasting or especially profound. He had been a Hufflepuff, as well. Wealthy. Pureblood. Attractive. Everything she could want in a man. In many ways, he was her ideal, or at least an early conception of it. Things were changing, though. As she looked upon Ezio now, she thought that she had never seen anyone more perfect.

At his words, Siobhan looked down at their interlocked fingers. For the first time in their conversation, a frown had settled across her pink lips. “You probably don't know her. No one does. The only thing distinguishing about her is that black mess she calls hair. Her name's Waverly and she's a Hufflepuff too. A fifth year.” She sighed and then continued. “I don't know what to make of her, most the time. Honestly, we've never gotten along very well. We just don't have anything in common. Never had. I don't expect we ever will.” It was so strange to be talking about this. Unsettling, in a way. She rarely even admitted that Waverly was her sister. Usually she was too embarrassed by the girl's multitude of piercings and surly disposition. Who in their right mind would want to claim that as a relative? There was a kind of liberation though, Siobhan found, in confessing this small secret. She was rarely so candid with people, but Ezio was different.

Her heart sank when he answered her question. How daft could she be? Of course he didn't want to go to the formal with her! No doubt he already had a prospect lined up, someone wealthy, and pure-blood, and beautiful. Siobhan tried not to show her disappointment, but it was difficult. Shaking her head, she murmured sheepishly, “No, no. It's ok. I understand. It was stupid to think that you wouldn't already have a date.” But then he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and Siobhan wanted to believe that he was sincere. She smiled faintly at the kind gesture.

“Um...” Siobhan began uncertainly, hearing his next inquiry. What could she possibly say? She knew the answer to that question. The real[/i[ answer. She hadn't been lying when she told him that she just wanted someone to talk to. She really did. She would be lying though if she said it wasn't his wealth and reputation that had drawn her to him. But Merlin! How on earth would he find out she was being dishonest? Better to just tell a little white lie and avoid the awkwardness of the truth rather than disappoint him. “Of course not. You're handsome and a Ravenclaw. It was your intelligence and, I'll admit it, you're attractiveness that sparked my interest.”

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Forget Me Knot Blue (Siobhan) Feb 14, 2013 8:30:15 GMT -8

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Ezio listened to her go one about her sister; he was good at listening to other people’s issues. She was right, he had never heard of this Waverly girl before even if she had started a year after him. He really only paid much attention to names if they were sorted into Ravenclaw, or he met them on a more personal level later; clearly neither of those things where true about Siobhan’s sister. Yet, for Ezio, it was still hard for him to wrap his head around the fact that she didn’t get along with her sister, because of how much he had loved, no, still loved his brother, even though he was gone. Waverly didn’t sound heartless like his father or listless like his mother, making them both unlovable to him. But he had managed to keep that spark of love that seemed to shrivel and died in so many pureblood families, alive in himself. He knew he had Amelia to thank for that. She was so warm and open, it was hard not to feel love and happiness around her, unless you where his father.

The Italian cringed inwardly at the mere thought of his father. He had just seen him and could very well be seeing him again shortly during the Family Visitation weekend. He secretly hoped beyond reason that his father wouldn’t show; that Ceasare had heard what he needed to hear tonight and would leave Ezio alone so he didn’t have to ignore Mikael and Ted for an entire weekend. And then there was this newly revealed betrothal to Chloe. Frankly he hoped she would refuse it, but if she didn’t, he would honor it as best he could. But right now, there was an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach as the girl in front of him looked so sad while she mumbled through words about him not even wanting to go with her. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. ”No, you don’t understand,” he said as gently as he could, while his father’s face floated through his head. This meant that a slight hint of venom entered his words when he didn’t mean for it to. Should he tell her? It would help explain things, and then perhaps her smile would come back. Ezio found that even after this short time, he already missed her smile now that it was gone and he wanted to bring it back. ”It had nothing to do with what I actually want. My father just informed me Chloe has been betrothed to me. It will officially be announced to us tomorrow morning by post,” he explained gently. The Ravenclaw adjusted his position so his body was towards her, not just his face. ”Please don’t look so sad, sei troppo belli da vedere triste; you are too beautiful to be sad.”

Ezio waited with baited breath for her answer to his last question, all sorts of bad scenarios running through his head. But as she spoke, a smile stole across his face. Bella donna, stop. You’re going to make a D’orolione blush,” he said, his smile widening slightly. He didn’t know why he kept tossing in Italian, it just felt right with her. Perhaps it was because he almost never got to use the gentler side of the language, even though he knew it, and he felt as good using it as she looked when she heard it.