charlee-gonecrazy:

abidonner:

Don’t think, just do it.

The only instrument I own is a voice! And trust me, it isn’t pretty.

Everyone who’s good at music should just get together and play. My good friends, Gin and Vicodin, and I will listen pleasantly. And quietly. I promise.

Sing along and share the booze, my dear little snake. 

(Source: foreversiberia)

I think I made a mistake…

emilia-kingsley:

I’m scared.

That sucks.

Melting of the Ice Queen | Fred & Abi

lolzyweasleywizardwheazes:

Fred hadn’t been himself in a while. 
He hadn’t encountered Lillah since their last encounter in the hallway and felt as if she was avoiding him. 
He had heard rumors involving her and her ex-boyfriend. 
‘As expected. I shouldn’t have been such a berk. I don’t know why I even invested anything into anybody other than Dad.’
He had been “sick” with depression and apathy about a week after their encounter,  since he started to catch on that she might be avoiding him.

He almost didn’t go to the Great hall that day to eat. He hadn’t had much of an appetite lately. Suddenly , a familiar face popped up.

It was the boy who had kissed his self inflicted lighter wounds. The boy he suspected to leaking his suicidal tendencies to Mischief at Hogwarts.
He was suspicious of him ever since the article had been published.

He made a stage for himself and announced something about half bloods and a “molotov cocktail” in reference to the golden liquid above all of their heads. 
It was flammable — Fred already knew that. It was quite obvious by the way the boy phrased things.  

If Fred had been his typical self, he may have joined the boy instead of staying in the room he knew was about to go up in flames, but he didn’t. He couldn’t — not anymore. Not since Albus’ death. He was different now … or at least he was trying to be.

At the utterance of the word “molotov”, Fred dove under the table, and soon heard a splash. ‘This isn’t going to be pretty.’ He could hear the crackling begin and spell the flesh burning. It was all too familiar ,but still amplified.

Fred scooted away from the puddle of fiery liquid creeping its way towards him and began to crawl towards the end of the table. He didn’t even realize which was he was headed until he found an opening at the end. 

He he popped up at the end of the table to force his way to a door. 
It was locked. Directing his wand towards the wall.
” Confringo.“ 

The thick stone wall only let the curse blow a hole a little bigger than a dog door. Fred hardly fit through. Coughing and covered with smoke, Fred found himself disoriented. He meant to go to the hospital wing to bring attention to the fire, but soon realized that he was running towards Slytherin Dungeon. He sharply turned back without looking and collided with a girl in the process. 

Now on the floor, he heard the girl scream at him “Watch it!” 
She had all the right to scream. He hadn’t watched it. 
“Oi — my bad. There’s just so much blooody chaos.”
He hopped up and offered her a hand. 
She was pretty ‘I think this is about the first time I’ve checker out a girl in maybe a month… and during an emergency. Bloody awesome.’
She was really cute.

He suddenly forgot where he was headed ‘Fuck —’
He was back and he knew it. He almost dreaded it. His old self had snuck out of the cage he’d locked him in , and at the most inconvenient of times. Old Fred and was currently brawling his common sense. 

His common sense wanted to get help, 
but old Fred wanted to get into her pants.

Abi knew, deep down, that she shouldn’t have yelled at whoever she had struck. Everyone was going crazy, not one single person was truly caring where they ran so long as they escaped the flames. Yet, whoever had struck her, well… they deserved it. One simply does not strike Abigail Donner, even if they are running for their bloody life. “Chaos is an understatement. Help me.” She spat, shifting as she glanced up at the boy she had hit. He held his hand out, and she let the disgust show on her face as she glanced at it. He was one of those people. The disgusting Potter or Weasley crew. 

She didn’t take his hand, but she shifted herself anyway, twisting her wand in her fingers. She could use him. She needed to find Billiam and running around like a mad-man on her own was almost pointless. She tugged her skirt, noticing that it had ridden up, back down to it’s usual length. 

“We’re going to search for a fat, black cat.” She stated, brushing her shirt off as she glanced around, her dark gaze flickering over the running and panicking faces. Internally she was panicking. She needed to get out, away from the flames, with her child in tow. On the outside she kept her cool, however, her gaze flicking back to the ginger before her. “Fat is an understatement. He’s more morbidly obese. Overly friendly,  answers to Billiam or Billy. Help me find him and I’ll reward you.” She allowed the corner of her lips to curl up cruelly, though disgust bubbled in her chest. She would never reward such a boy. Gingers were disgusting little things, especially ones related to the accursed clan.

“He’s usually in the Great Hall at this time but I have yet to come across him. He might be in the kitchens.” She reached for his wrist, but thought better of it at the mere thought of actually touching him. Her hand moved back, the disgust riddling her face. “Just help me. Please.” She wasn’t begging, she was actually demanding it, though the added attempt to be nice didn’t come off as she had hoped. Certain people she had a hard time being civil with, and apparently, this boy was one of them.

(Source: abidonner)

Nothing Lasts Forever: Julian / Abi

julian-wood-is-god:

It was almost a staring contest with Abi Donner now. She didn’t care—or she didn’t care to— make trouble with him as he stood tiptoed from the bough, hanging on the thin branch above. Julian kept eyeing her, a vague interest in how she moved and watched him. It wasn’t like a predator. It was almost as if she had the audacity to think that she was already smarter than he was, like he was already trapped.

Her hand played with the wand, and Julian raised his eyebrows, waiting in patience. No, she wouldn’t, because she would have already done so. Julian would have either broken his neck, or something like that, climbing a tree unprotected, thinking little of the consequence. But not the kind that you got when a professor told you off, but the kind that scarred. And even the kind that Julian was thinking of differed completely from a Quidditch accident. No, consequences from the enemy itself were not ones that were easily forgotten, and as far as Julian could tell, Abi Donner was an enemy. 

She was just thinking of how to strike then.

Except she didn’t. Julian barely heard what she had said, his face contorting into a confusion. A warning? It wasn’t a threat, but didn’t lean toward a concern for his safety either. She had tried to tell him that he was a moron, but just didn’t use the right words, although she looked particularly moronic herself as she leaped for one of the branches. Julian kept observing, standing there, either taunting her with how high he had gotten or annoying her with his presence. Admittedly, she wouldn’t be trying something so childish if Julian hadn’t.

“They say imitation is the best form of flattery,” he sighed, forcing himself to look away from her and at the canopy that hovered over them. Julian was situated high enough to be unnoticed, but the leaves didn’t create a wall thick enough to block the view of how the lake rippled because of the magic or because of the wind, and Hogwarts had an interesting silhouette from a place that was obscured parts of it from view. It wouldn’t be the best place for an offensive on the castle, but good enough to hide.

Either Abi Donner didn’t struggle pulling herself up or she didn’t struggle keeping quiet about it. There was a soft thump on the grass below, and Julian found it more startling than hilarious when he heard breath forced out of her because of the pain of falling. He could laugh, but he didn’t exactly find it funny, and he didn’t understand why; it was just another person who couldn’t be just as good at something as he was, who had just wasted their time trying. Julian couldn’t even fathom why she wanted to climb trees, it was just a silly hobby anyway.

Instead of leaping off of the branch of his, Julian carefully slipped down the trunk. He tried not to slide; the bark would scratch his hands, and he would hardly appreciate the friction then as he did going in the other direction. With one knee on the ground, he hovered over Abi Donner. How high she was, Julian wasn’t quite sure, and if he should ask if she needed anything, he wasn’t sure of that either. He had just established them as enemies, right?

For once, Abi Donner could honestly admit to being embarrassed. How pathetic was it that she had tried to mimic Julian, though she’d never out-right admit it, and couldn’t even do it properly. She should have guessed. While she was rather fond of trees— sitting underneath them and getting wasted was all they were good for— she was not fond of climbing trees. Especially tall trees, with high branches, when she was… vertically challenged. Heights and her just didn’t mix, especially when the little ice queen was already a bit hurt.

She stayed still on the ground, hissing through clenched teeth, keeping her eyes clamped together tightly. She had heard Julian remove himself from the tree and she wanted to verbally lash at him for it. She wasn’t someone that needed to be checked on, even if she had just fallen. She was capable of holding herself up. She felt him move closer to her, though. Was he leaning down? Was he actually… close to  her? She opened an eye, staring at him blankly as she forced her face to regain it’s composure. 

She could feel a blush begin to work it’s way into her cheeks. Merlin’s beard, she was pathetic right now. It disgusted her. She could feel the disgust for herself shifting in her stomach, making her want to be physically ill as the pain in her back began to subside. “Get away from me.” She growled at him, opening her other eye to send him a full-blown glare. He hadn’t even spoken to her, he had simply come close to her, yet the fact that he had bothered her. She sat up slowly, her lips pulling into a taught line as she fought the pain in her lower back. She tore her gaze from him, staring blankly off in the distance before she rested an arm behind her, holding herself up as she leaned back on it. She wasn’t going to stand, nor was she going to attempt to move from her position right away.

Instead, she reached into her bra, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Her gaze snapped to him, still narrowed, before she smacked the carton against her hand. She flicked the box open, considering a moment before she held the box out to him. Even if she had just told him to get away, she couldn’t help but question if the mold of the perfect Head Boy had a few faults of his own, including a nasty habit. “Smoke?” She muttered, dragging one out for herself. She placed it between her lips, the end igniting without a second thought. 

#augh  #Having not written for a few weeks clearly killed my creative juices  #all my creys  

Nothing Lasts Forever: Julian / Abi

julian-wood-is-god:

Julian turned his head to glance at her, biting his cheek at her comment. He really just felt like climbing a tree, that was all—but that was impulse, honestly. The fact was that other things did preoccupy his mind, but was it true that he wanted to run away from all of that?

Certainly the stress would get anyone. He was worried about his future, but he’d never admit that to Abi Donner. She may as well spit in his face, for all he cared, and he wasn’t looking for sympathy, the generic “oh, I’m sure you’ll do well in whatever you do, Julian!” either.

There was no stopping time. His time at Hogwarts had always been limited, although seven years seemed like forever when staying in one place. For some reason, he felt like clinging on, even though there were may more opportunities for him to pursue. It just hurt to think that he’d have to let something to that he was accustomed to, no matter how irksome it was to be better than everyone else.

It was because he knew he was better than everyone else, and quite liked it that way. Perhaps he wouldn’t be feeling so nostalgic if he had any idea where he was going. 

“Glad to see that you know who the real authority figure is, sweetheart,” he said wryly when she expressed why she hadn’t attacked. He wasn’t sure if he appreciated it or not, and it was as if that Abi Donner had taken a bit of a liking to him—she would have received the same punishment anyway, if she had hexed a different student. It appeared that she had seen Julian as something quite special.  He smirked at her before deciding to stand on the limb. It held his weight, and if he stayed near the trunk, he wouldn’t fall off. There were other branches in the tree anyhow. 

Abi Donner looked considerably smaller when he stood. It was interesting to see, adding another six feet to where he was before, Perhaps in that moment, Julian swore that he felt fearless. Climbing a dumb tree had to convince him that he really was a Gryffindor. Why should he be scared of his future when it hasn’t happened yet? His fingers traced the tree until it found and clung onto a branch above him. He could stretch on tip toe to have both arms dangling him from above; the branch grew at an odd enough angle, anyway. It was slightly thinner than the one on which he stood, and he was unsure if it would hold his weight then. 

“Clearly a disappointment, then, Abi Donner,” Julian drawled on. She seemed more interesting in detention, or perhaps boredom had oppressed Julian’s mind to the point that even the most fascinating of could not faze his mood. “I believe, like the rest of the school, that you and I seemed to be rather… busy with our own business to even bother speaking a word to each other.” His eyes remained unfazed now as he recovered from surprise; his fingers drummed patiently as he glanced at her on the ground. 

He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to leave or stay now; she wasn’t making him any more or less bored. 

It took all Abi had to not snort at his comment. She had referred to him as authority, yes, but it wasn’t like she looked up at to him as such. She was, more or less, saving her ass from having to spend another hour or so stuffed in a room with idiots who were either regretting their choice that landed them there or feeling the need to brag about their recent mischief. She did, however, allow a sneer to cross her expression as her dark eyes drifted back up to him.

Yet as she watched him he shifted, and she felt a small pinge of fear strike her chest. Why was she afraid for the damn boy now that he was standing? If he fell it would be quite the sight and half of her wanted to hex him or the branch so such a thing would happen, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Something was holding her back, or at least, it was trying to. She could feel her fingers curling and uncurling against her wand, itching for her to shift it upwards and strike the branch.

He was such a boring boy. His words hardly ever hung in the air and chances are they wouldn’t capture her attention if she hadn’t already offered it to him. She even questioned why she had chose to stop and talk to him, walking away seemed like a much better choice.  

“You’re going to get hurt.” She muttered, adverting her gaze from him as she looked towards the tree. She made a pathetic jump, reaching for a branch near her. She wanted to climb it now. Something about his… somewhat dangerous climb was making her want to experience the same thing, the adrenaline rush. She wanted to feel tall, to see the world from a different view, even if it meant having Julian there to witness it. Yet her fingers brushed the branch, sliding down as she landed back on her feet. No luck.

She just wanted to climb it now. She wanted to feel the rush. He was right. They were so into their own business that they didn’t even need to speak to one another. He had merely given her the motivation to climb, unknowingly, and if they didn’t speak the entire time she attempted she could care less.

She reached for the branch again, leaping off of her tiptoes. Her nimble fingers and stiff joints curled around the branch as her body dangled and she instantly kicked her legs so that they would brace her against the tree. She gritted her teeth, a stern expression staying laced on her face as she wiggled up a bit further, before she felt her fingers aching begin to increase. The idea of staying, dangling from the branch with her back to the ground, sounded more like a dream now. She could feel her fingers giving out, and as a flash of fear took over her face, she suddenly let go.

Most would expect the catty girl to have a reaction like that of a feline, the common knowledge to flip over and try and brace herself for the landing even if it were dangerous all on it’s own, but Abi wasn’t that bright. At least, she wasn’t that bright in such a short amount of time. She collided with the ground, hissing in sharply as her body expelled all ounce of breath that was captured in her lungs, sharp pains returning in the spots that had been injured only weakly before. She instantly brought her hands to her back, clutching it as she laid still on the ground. She was such an embarrassment to herself anymore.

OOC: IF I OWE YOU A RESPONSE AND YOU STILL WANT TO CONTINUE THAT PARA LET ME KNOW. For both Abi and Dominique. :3 THANKS.

#I forget who I owe stuff  #Sorry D:  

Melting of the Ice Queen | OPEN

It was clever, brilliantly clever. No one in this school had ever given Abi a reason to believe that they were truly brilliant creatures. Most were dull, lifeless even, yet here came this rogue boy she had seen around many times. He was full of mischief and what was it… hate? She could understand it. She hated those around her just as much as he seemed to.

Yet he took a turn she hadn’t expected. She didn’t stand when he had called for those who were with him to do so. She wasn’t going to be underneath someones wing. Abigail Donner was the master of her own life and no one would tell her what to do. Yet she questioned it, her eyebrows raised as she watched his every move from her seat. Normally she wouldn’t give him such interest but she was curious as to what his next move was. There were bottle floating above them, and students around her were beginning to chatter to one another. Their tones were no longer joyous however, but tones of fear. It was something Abi had always craved yet barely mastered, especially once she had been beaten and others had realized she was just as human as they were.

And then it happened.

He shouted something and the door had shut. All hell had broken loose and Abi barely had time to register what was going on before she had thrown herself from her seat, narrowly avoiding a flame that burst out near her. What the fuck. She lunged backwards, knocking into a fellow students that were attempting to flee. She didn’t care if they touched the flames or got hurt in the process. It wasn’t important that they got out, just that she did. 

She blindly ran towards the doors, or what was left of them at this point, knocking stragglers out of her way. She was going to get outside. She was going to get out and she was going to be fine. “Don’t touch me!” She growled, flicking some form of a jynx at a younger student that grabbed at her arm. She stumbled however, grabbing onto another student in the process. Damn, did no one understand what it meant to just get the fuck out? She pushed off of them, continuing to run. 

Billiam. Shit.

As soon as she managed her way out of the Great Hall she turned, prepared to sprint towards the dungeon, praying that her cat would be there. She prayed to her non-existant god that he wasn’t in the Great Hall, attempting to beg food off of some Gryffindor kid before everything had broken out.

She blindly knocked into someone, sending herself sprawling. “Watch it!” She shrieked at them, dragging her gaze up to them as she forced herself to stand.

#I think I might make Billiam die  #So we can have a heart broken Abi  #Eh?