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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Jul 31, 2014 23:14:52 GMT -5
Today was the day. Roughly a week and a half ago, Lyla Hawthorne had let her temper get out of control and her actions while under the influence of her nearly blinding rage has cost her dearly this time. Yes, this time it had cost her something irreplaceable: her dream job. She was no longer a part of the professional Quidditch league anymore after she nearly killed a referee. There was a reason small, pixie-framed Lyla was assigned a beater position on teams for nearly 14 years of her life: despite her small size, the blonde packed an unusually strong punch, especially when it came in the form of bat and Bludger, which became deadly with her fiery, red hot temper. Luckily the referee was doing well in his recovery and the league was not pressing formal charges against Lyla- so long as she gave an ample apology to leave the league in the clear...at the expense of her reputation.
Honestly, she couldn't care less about her reputation unlike her family (who was by the way, furious over the negative attention they were getting because of her actions). As long as her entire future wasn't over, all would be well. In fact, she was already trying to sort things out with the Ministry to work on becoming an Auror. Things were still rocky, after all, her name was still making the Prophet for what some were trying to call "attempted murder", but with her extremely high marks from Hogwarts and the pull her last name had with some higher up wizards, things would possibly work out.
As long as she could survive this press conference.
Lyla wore a simple black winter cloak and a pair of heels as she climbed onto the stage that faced a sea of reporters, Quidditch officials, representatives of the referee she had seriously injured, and other people who was here to hear her give her apology in person. The petite blonde cleared her throat and didn't bother pulling out the wand in her pocket. She was a gifted witch and learned in her last year of Hogwarts that she did not need a wand to perform some simple spells. "Sonorus." she whispered, amplifying her voice so the crowd could hear her.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen." she began, giving out a sigh before clasping her hands in front of her. "I am here not only to apologize to Mister Holdsworth and his family, but also to the entire Quidditch league, along with its fans." she paused for a moment, her blue eyes looking over the swarming crowd. Despite being so physically small, she seemed to have a way with commanding people's attention, even when she was in hot water. "While I do not hold this as an excuse for my inappropriate actions, I allowed for my personal emotions to get in the way of my job. As a professional, that is the worst thing I could have done. I am so sorry for the pain I have inflicted upon Mister Holdsworth and his family, emotionally and physically." She looked in the general direction where she was told that his faily would be sitting, because she was truly sincere about that part. This next part however, she didn't care as much simply because they had placed that biased referee in his job int he first place...
"I am sorry to the professional quidditch league. I had the privilege of being a member but I betrayed that faith put into me due to my lack of self control. For my fans, I have let you down and should have been a better player, role model, and person. I accept the consequences of my actions. I am officially, no longer a member of the Ballycastle Bats or a member of the league. Again, I am so...so sorry." she hung her head a bit, whispered "Quietus" and stepped back again, feeling more shame and guilt than she had been experiencing the past week. It was horrible.
Her heart was pounding and her knees were trembling, but at least her cloak covered them so no one would know. Apologizing wasn't an easy feat for her, and for her to have done it in front of the press was a nerve wracking effort to help calm her life down and to provide closure for her breakdown on the pitch. Unfortunately, it wasn't over. The speaker for the league spoke a bit on the league's behalf before opening up for questions and unfortunately, she was anticipating some to be shot towards her. Her turn in the spotlight was not over and right now, she wanted to crawl under a rock and wither away. She charmed her voice again to allow for all to hear her, and awaited her first question.
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Post by FOXER ALABASTER ABNER on Aug 9, 2014 17:19:49 GMT -5
Absurdly bright flash of light.
The light itself would not been so annoying had it been an isolated occurrence, however this was a press conference. So the constant flashing of light while someone made this moment cemented in history threw means of a capturing charm that would millions, and millions of papers that’s front page head line would read about the Lyla Hawthorn speedy fall from grace in the world of quidditch.
Flash Flash Flash..
Foxer’s chocolate brown eyes followed Lyla’s petite pixie like form as she took those slow awkward steps to the podium that was stage center in the spectacle of self-humiliation. His eyes flickered to the figure that stood not more than six feet away from her.
The sight of Archer was enough to draw a crinkle to Foxer’s young normally wrinkle free forehead, and it did even though Foxer wouldn’t admit it freely sour his mood. With a bored dismissive his eyes flickered back to Lyla as she began to speak. The emotionless tone in which used to make her public apology had indeed caused a momentarily hush to fall over the reporters even the flashing seemed to cease for a moment.
He felt himself also pulled into that natural reaction to feel sorry for her, naturally as she looked lost up there, knowing she had thoroughly shamed herself. However the moment those weakened thoughts crept into his mind all he need do was glance behind her to find Archer and the pangs of the betrayal and bitterness resurface. Flash Flash Flash
He watched as Lyla short speech concluded, there was a few precious seconds of silence as it was obvious that someone expected her to say more. There was a loud dramatic sob from what could only be Hodsworth’s wife. The sheer fact that the Millicent Hodsworth had opted to show for the press conference was something that had shocked many of the public as nineteen year old Millicent had till the day before had been un-available for comment on the incident that had left her fifty two year old husband limp in a hospital healing his busted hip.. Apparently for many shocked readers of the Prophet, the new Mrs. Hodsworth was simply expressing the grief she felt by shopping and hosting several parties out in Kingstown where the World Cup Hopeful’s The German National and more importantly the prized keeper Hermann Wiel chooses to party. Foxer glances back over his shoulder as another loud sob erupts among the flashes of capturing charms. It was truly amusing to watch the wife begin an onslaught of insults that was difficult to understand given her thick German accent, and her dramatic sobs, and just like that Lyla was thrown to the wolves as reporters upon reporters began to fire questions at Lyla Flash Flash Flash
Miss. Hawthorne is it true you not only recently signed on Germany’s team but you’re also been contracted for four years… That you only got that contact after serving the teams Captain Horrace Turnpin’s the blood of your victim..
Miss.. The readers of Witch weekly demand to know if the rumors are true that you attempted to Off Mr. Hodsworth after finding him in the arms of his young, and beautiful lover..
Readers from the quibbler want to know if your going to continue your assaults off the pitch.. If you won’t stop till your murderous fiend ways won’t be satisfied till you pull another heart from the chest of another living person. At this Foxer rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. . “ Hodsworth is still alive and kicking don’t think that is possible if his bloody heart had been pushed from his body by means of bludger bat. Hell, Don’t think she could even do that with an actual. She might be a vapid publicity whore, but she is not a murderer.. Hodsworth just had a broken hip I checked him over myself.. He will be back miss calling penalties in another month.
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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Aug 11, 2014 12:17:45 GMT -5
There was a silence after her short speech that seemed to linger on forever, as if everyone wanted her to say more. But Lyla couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to show more emotion because honestly emotions were frightening and if she let out too much, she'd open herself up for more people to poke, prod and attack her. It'd be less personal for her to take her rather emotionless stance because though people were bound to be upset, they'd be more upset with her act than upset with her (though they didn't know there was a difference).
A sob broke the silence and Lyla could tell it was fake right off the bat. She fought the urge to call out Millicent Holdsworth, the young flake of a wife to the man she had knocked out of the sky. She supposed anyone who had a few grams of brain matter would be able to tell that it was all a show for the gold digger, but she knew that saying anything about it because that would open her up for a storm of even more harsh criticism.
But she should have said something because despite struggling to remain silent, the German wife began yelling at her and...were those insults? She couldn't understand her accent, but it didn't matter. Lyla was angry that despite being on her best behavior, she was still being treated like Britain's most hated woman. Her eyebrows arched and a look of shock and anger covered her face as she stood on stage. More people chimed in, this time with ridiculous questions, all being shot at her one after another. With one eyebrow raised in complete confusion, she attempted to open her mouth to begin answering them and clearing up the mess.
But his voice stopped her in her tracks yet again.
His voice, almost instinctively to Lyla, gave her goosebumps initially but it also brought about a whirlwind of emotions like annoyance, fury, and sadness. Foxer Abner spoke about the referee's condition but laced it with insults to Lyla. Those insults got under her skin even more so than the whole situation itself, only because it was Foxer speaking them. If it had been Archer, she could have easily rolled her eyes and gotten over it. Lyla's icy blue eyes searched the crowd and found him a few rows in front of the angry German wife. She gave a cold, hard stare towards him as her heart began to pound and she cold heart the blood in her ears.
Without a word, Lyla stormed off stage, throwing her rather expensive cloak aside. Despite the cold weather, she was feeling awfully warm. Blood filled her cheeks and her heels echoes as she approached Foxer. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to him, or even if she was going to say anything at all, but she had lost all caution and care for her image as soon as he opened his trap. Her fiery, boiling temper was fuelling her head and rage blinded her from all common sense.
The quarter Veela shoved her way through the row with the swift grace only someone with Veela blood could do with fury as hot as hers. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around Foxer's collar and swung her other hand, attempting to slap him across the face. "You don't have ANY right to speak about me, especially to a crowd and at an event as important as this, Foxer Alabaster." she spat at him quietly, releasing his him from her grasp. She poked his chest as she continued. "I really appreciate your kind words about my character, you bitter, pathetic excuse of a man. How is it that even Archer is behaving himself more than you are? You call yourself a professional? KEEP YOUR TRAP PROFESSIONAL." she raised her voice, now yelling at him as she ended her rant.
It felt good to have a good swing at him and to yell at him, even if it was a little bit. But what didn't feel good was the fact that Lyla had once again caused a spectacle and had tarnished her image to the public eye even more. But this time, it wasn't her fault, it was Foxer's. "Would you like to speak about your unresolved issues you have with me? What has it been, almost nine or ten years? Let's chat." she offered through her gritting teeth as she waved for him to follow her, purposely bringing up the time frame of which she had married Archer and he didn't get his way. "I am not playing Quidditch anywhere, including Germany, I have never killed nor wanted to kill anyone in my life. And I am not seeing or involved with anyone, including Mr. Holdsoworth. This press conference has concluded, thank you and good bye." she spoke to the crowd with her wand pressed against her throat. She turned, looking behind her, and waved for Foxer to follow her before she went back over there and dragged him with her.
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Post by FOXER ALABASTER ABNER on Aug 16, 2014 15:49:44 GMT -5
Well she really did know how to make a spectacle of herself, honestly most intellectual women would realize that this was not the time or the place to make a scene. However this wasn’t most other intellectual women this was Lyla.
There is a reason she chose a profession in flying around a set of hoops. It doesn't require much thought. Just action, and getting lots of action it seems to be what Lyla does best. His eyes swept to Archer as Lyla slapped him hard enough to turn his face..
The skin on his cheek seared painful as it bore a hot reminder in the shape of her hand. Foxer’s face however didn’t show any sign of pain, or remorse in her hitting or the action that had caused her to snap. Instead his glance turned back towards her as more snapping and flashings of lights erupted around them. His eyes combed over Lyla taking interest more in her now than he had when she first started talking.. His eyes taking in the slender frame of her clad in that dress that was fit more for a funeral than press conference. He didn’t know what she was attempting to appear professional in such get up.. “Honestly you use the word professional Hawthorne. One would think by action you wouldn't even begin to comprehend the meaning of the word, much less know the definition. Forgive me love we both know me well enough to know I only take advice from those whom I deem as respected enough to give it.. You are neither, so by all means Hawthorne feel free to keep your words perhaps when you search deep within yourself for the last shred of you that has any dignity you will offer an actual sentimental apology to those whom have been hurt by your action. “He with an arch brow tilted his chin at the now sobbing Mrs. Hodsworth.Rolling his eye.. “Or at the very least if you’re going to attempt of fake emotion seek advice from those who are at least successful in acting. Once again I suggest Hodsworth’s wife. In all honesty I think the two of you would get along swimming you seem cut of the same cloth. “
With that hissed insult the pens erupted and flashing pulsed with an almost living beat. His eyes flashed at Lyla with an almost hatred worth loathing after all she seemed to think she was still above him worthy of ordering him about as if he was a dog. Obviously she was mistaken and he figured it was his job to let her know how very much she was mistaken..
“Strange Hawthorne you accuse me of being not over the past, and you’re the one that is bring it up.. I mean you might consider it a huge mishap and you might think I’m some bitter angry thing. But I’m not I mean the moment you made your choice and chose ‘THAT’ ” He openly pointed at Archer, how just stood there looking solemn and resentful. Is the moment I considered myself lucky I dodged a bullet. It was only proved how very much I avoided that bullet after all we all saw how successful you were as being a wife. Yes believe me when I say I consider myself lucky when I dodged that bullet that was ‘you’. When I said that Mr. Hodsworth wife is was putting on the show, that Mr. Hodsworth was not as injured as most people seemed to suggest he was it was not to defend you.. I agree your actions are as disturbing and heinous as they were. I simply was stating the facts, but should we be shocked.. You acted in such a manner.. I’m not because if anyone here thinks you’re capable of a low blow gutter rat’s action, it is me. You are just living the potential I think your capable of. Is it something the quidditch world needs to mourn over hardly after all you were you were un-able to operate with the professionalism required of the job, there are others who can restore dignity back to Bats.”
He looked at the red headed itch who was quickly scribbling down his words with a crimson tipped quick quill he smiled as she winked at him. “ but Lyla if your still wanting to tell me how much I’m still not over you.. I mean by all means lead the way.. “ He followed her with a bemused expression, fixing the back of her sleek honey blond hair with a roll of his eyes. “ I can always use a good laugh.. “
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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Aug 20, 2014 17:51:01 GMT -5
Usually physical acts, like slapping and hitting things (and people) did the trick for Lyla and then her short lived temper would die down. However, this was a special case because absolutely no one could get under her skin like the man in front of her. It drove Lyla crazy, how angry, annoyed and insulted she could get from Foxer and Foxer only. Of course, she got mad at other people but it always died down. Lyla had been angry with Foxer for such a long time, almost all because he was angry at her. It was a childish reason but she didn't care, nor did she ponder much about her feelings for Foxer. She learned long ago that that did not good because all it did was make her feel hurt and regretful. She also hid that under her layers, both fiery hot anger and icy cold bitchiness.
"Forgive me love" she mocked him and snickered in the middle of his bitter rant. Ten years ago he'd call her love and it would nearly make her melt. It still had that effect but it was a bittersweet feeling since it was not used in anger and would forever be used in that context. "Faking emotion? FAKING." she snorted under her breath and crossed her arms and held her chin high against the flurry of (hurtful) words Foxer was slewing at her.
"Oh, I'll definitely tell you how much you and your bitter, heartless and immature little self aren't over something that happened 10 years ago." And with that she grabbed him by his wrist and began to march through the crowd of flashing lights and scribbling quills. The blonde was one of the shortest people in the crowd despite the height her heels gave her, but she caused the crowd to split. It was probably the fear and the notoriety she was slowly gaining from her temper being out of control, but in this particular case, she enjoyed it. She glared at the redhaired witch that Foxer had winks at and like a viper, she snatched the paper her quill was scribbling on and ripped it with her free hand. She crumbled it up into her hand, whispered a charm, lit it on fire, and she dropped it to melt into the snow.
"We're going somewhere with more privacy to talk. You better hold on tight or else you'll get splinched and I won't regret it." she warned him with a hard stare. She took both hands and clasped them around his arm and apparated. Everything was black and moving and the familiar feeling of being pushed through a tube surrounded them for a moment, until they both stood in a shed the size of a small room. It held a few broom sticks, some party decorations and some furniture that the Hawthornes had replaced (despite their pristine condition). "Listen here, Foxy," she began, almost sneering at the old nickname she used to call him by. "You foul, bitter excuse of a man, where on earth did you think you had the RIGHT to interrupt MY press conference to call me names?! Whore?" She turned to him and shoved him. "Classy. What were your intentions anyway? Clearing my name from those accusations and instead spew out more insults to those bloody reporters? THANKS." she shoved repeatedly, her cheeks gaining more color and her heartbeat pounding. Were those chest muscles? Where did those come from...? NO. Get it together, Lyla, he's an arsehole. "You're so pathetic! No wonder why you still steer clear of the Abners. Let me guess. You're either too scared to face them but you hide it with that stupid foul attitude of yours, or they've fully disowned you?" Lyla's lips curled into an almost cruel smile and awaited his reaction.
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Post by FOXER ALABASTER ABNER on Aug 23, 2014 20:43:08 GMT -5
Honestly he would have been served better if he had taken the higher road, and not attempted to share some of his personal feelings with Lyla. He knew better he knew the best thing to have done would have just let her have her say and let it go, but something about the situation tempted him to action. He knew the honest truth about everything.. It was after all not a something that had sparked his temper, but a who, A five foot something who hadn't changed much from school who...
He figured she was more pissed than hurt over his outburst, which honestly was more easier to contend with than actual hurt. To actually hurt her would disprove his notion that she didn't feel anything towards him.. It was honestly easier dealing with his own pain if he could just write her off as some horrid delusional mistake that he had made in his youth.. Thankfully she was helping him bury the hatchet, it was in tainted everywhere that scream to get over her..It was in the furious arrogant eat shit sneer on her face. It was in the vice almost pinch in the hand that she held, it was in the disrespectful way that she had handled an absolute stranger who was only guilty of receiving a wink from him.. Honestly he couldn't not have asked for a better sign that she was still that manipulative bitch who had crushed him years prior, because he had thought she was in-love with him, even if had gotten to his knee's and prayed.. DEAR LORD I NEED A SIGN TO SHOW ME SHE IS STILL A MANIPULATIVE HAG...
When they apperated he was shocked to find himself know exactly where they were.. It wasn't the first time they had been in that exact location, and the fact that he was there again infuriated Foxer more.. He pulled from her hand the moment he felt the hard floor under his foot, it was a patronizing action if ever there was. He simply looked at her with a studious glare.
"Lovely Lyla.. I'm so proud to see that even with you just flushing your career down the loo in one thoughtless action, your still not above trivial childish nicknames that long but lost their meaning.. " He said flatly fixing her with a emotionless bored look that was about the look he had offered her prior to her little fit. He gave a annoyed sigh and toss off shrug..
"Sorry if the word Publicity Whore.. Offends..Trust me Hawthorne it was one of the more sensitive labels I chose to use in association with you. Honestly can't handle the truth of being a emotional succubus whose actions deem her to have the morals of a common street walker when it comes to fame.. Perhaps you should do everyone, and most importantly yourself the favor of resist the urge of fame.. It obviously doesn't suit you.." He offered with a look that screamed that he could really careless.. But when she brought up the Abner's he laughed headily..
"Now that is amusing that you bring up the Name.. As the last person who wanted to question about my family line was Emily Jorgenson.. See she was trying to find the father of her new born baby... Lovely little girl with her brown hair and intense hazel eyes.. Well even though I told her I have nothing to do with much of my family relations because their a bunch of soul suckling cads that I'd rather drown that attend their holiday soiree's even though Archer is kind enough to send an invitations yearly.. Perhaps you would let him know he has someone looking for him..Ohhhh, and congratulations... " he smiled wistfully almost savoring his timing on that news, as he naturally assumed they were back together.." Let him know I have her three hundred Galleon's which will help her for a bit, but as much as I don't like seeing children suffer I'm done when it comes to cleaning up his messes.. "
He gave a quick glance at at the pocket watch something left over from their school age and he smiled as a bit of parchment slide from the bottom of it.. He un-folded it reading the neat cursive lettering that asked if he would be long.. " drawing his wand he replied.. Openly enough for her to see.. No give me five minutes.. If not back she's killed me and attempting to bury me in someplace tacky..
We done here? He said flatly..Before correcting.. Oh no we are not.. Your wanting my intention.. Lyla I have none when it concerns you.. I stopped having intentions for you the moment you made your choice.. Today wasn't about you.. I didn't wake up thinking of you or anything of the sort, I know that shocks you.. Today was actually suppose to be about the man you injured. I Know you don't care of him or anyone but yourself but that was what today was about the fact that you hurt someone Lyla.. " he added as if he was describing a the fundamentals of rocket science to a monkey.. " The man you hurt I was his physician and where you might think I was a bastard in saying the things I said I did tell the public that in spite of your thoughtless action that did give leave him injured it was nothing as serious as his wife was attending to build it up.. I simply spoke to the truth.. " he chuckled and arched a brow.. " Ohhh Now I get why you didn't comprehend.. It was truth.. Of course it would be a strange thing to you.. "
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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Aug 28, 2014 22:56:35 GMT -5
The blonde hadn't put much thought into the place she was taking Foxer, but now that the two were here, she wanted to kick herself in the arse. It was probably one of the worst places to take him to attempt to straighten things out, though there could be worse places, like some of the broom cupboards at Hogwarts or her own bedroom.... But this would have to do, because there was no way in hell that Lyla was in any sort of mood to look indecisive, nor was she about to apologize to the sour man she was standing in front of. She kept telling herself that she didn't owe him an apology and that he didn't deserve one, but sometimes when she was alone, she'd think about the past and had convinced herself that deep down, she was the one to blame for transforming him into a beast.
But right now, she wasn't thinking of that. she was infuriated, agitated, but most of all, hurt beyond belief. "You think I want fame, you think I honestly went into that line or work just to have people think they know me and follow me around places? Foxer, you obviously have never known me well then." she scoffed at his accusations, feeling even more hurt now than she did before. And the fact that she felt hurt from him was making her angry, because she wasn't supposed to feel that way. She had been building herself up to be tougher than she was before and to not let anyone in, so maybe she could one day be as tough and invincible as she felt she had to be... but Foxer was destroying all her hard work by trying to break her down and he seemed to slowly be succeeding.
Lyla laughed hysterically when he mentioned a woman running around with a child that resembled Archer. "Merlin's beard..." she caught her breath, wearing a thoroughly amused smirk on her face. It finally clicked on why he was so... so downright rude and callous. "You think Archer and I are back together, don't you, lad?" she couldn't keep her voice from shaking because she was borderline laughing again. "Thanks for the good laugh, that's the funniest thing I've heard all month." she shook her head, before face palming herself. "Unlike you, I know how to retain respect and maintain a friendship despite a relationship not working that way it was planned. In your case, the relationship that have got your panties in a bunch was one that was never meant to happen." she poked his chest once more while keeping her provoking smirk on her lips. "We're friends, and for the sake of that poor poor child, I hope he isn't the father." she giggled, backing away a little bit and took a seat on the arm of the couch in the shed.
She looked up at him and saw him writing something back to sometime... "Are you KIDDING me, you are so immature with your stupid gossip." she spat at him, her anger once again returning once she saw the note he was writing back. "Expelliarmus." she spat at him, waving her hands and sending his wand across the room. She loved not having to pull out her wand most the time. She had gotten very good was wandless magic, only really requiring her wand if she wanted to cast a powerful spell or a difficult one.
"WE ARE NOT DONE HERE." she shrieked at him once he had called her a liar. That was the biggest insult someone could throw at her, and the one person that stuck nerves with her the most had just done it. "I've NEVER lied to you, Foxer Alabaster, NEVER." she shot up, onto her feet. Lyla's cheeks were red and so were her lips, filling the with blood that was rushing to her face. Her eyes were a bit watery but if looks could kill, Foxer would be dead in his tracks. She blinked furiously as she took steps towards him, blinking back the angry tears. She hated this type of anger- a wet anger. She'd rather have dry anger, full of cold hard stares and slicing words because it'd show that was angry but also done in a way. Wet anger always involved tears and it always meant that she cared too much for her own good.
"I'm not a liar." Lyla whispered while looking up, inches from his face (well...at least as close as she could get to his face without using a step ladder). She drew one hand up and slapped him across the cheek once, again, but with the other she drew her wand and held it to his throat with a pressing look. "Call me a liar again, Foxy, I dare you."
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Post by FOXER ALABASTER ABNER on Sept 2, 2014 0:23:58 GMT -5
Honestly he shouldn't be so thrilled to see her emotional, but he was. Damn him he was literally getting a sick thrill from watching the open hurt reflected in her eyes. With the brimming of tears he knew that he had regardless of what she said or did he had won this little fight.. He had control of his emotions he could appear like as if he didn't care he after all had a few years to perfect coming across as an unthinkable asshole..
That is exactly why you got into that particular job.. Obviously it wasn't love for the actual game or you would have tossed your career in the loo like you did. Your a showboat you can't pass by an opportunity to be the center of attention.. Hell One would have thought your the middle child instead of the oldest.. I'd ask how your sisters are but hell we both know if there is a bigger waste of the Hawthorne name it would indeed be Heckle and Jeckle.."
He couldn't side step the chance to put a dig at her family, it was something that stemmed from school the intense dislike of not one but both of her sisters. Granted one was a bit nicer than the other but both really in his opinion had the personality of molded cheese, obviously proof that the Hawthorne's should have stopped with breeding after Lyla because it seemed with the younger girls the D.N.A was wasted.
He was in process of ignoring her attempts at insults by answering another inquiry from Ruby when she claimed his wand obviously fueled with her own anger he simply fixed her with a disgusted glance.. " I don't care whom your with. Honestly you could be giving hand jobs to Trolls for Butterbeer money and I don't think I would care.. So when I tell you that I don't care what you and Archer Call it.. Friends or ..FRIENDS" He made a lewd hand gesture suggesting exactly what sort of friends he thought her and Archer to be. It's because I don't care Lyla.. GO ahead and be 'FRIENDS' I'm sure he will appreciate your sort of Friendship
Sadly then he found himself disarmed and with a flushed face Lyla up in his face screeching about him calling her liar.. He looked at her confused obviously playing over the various insults to see which one that had crossed the line to garner this reaction as he perfered her a crying mess rather than this one that seemed itching on the possibility of eating his liver..
Realizing he had called her a liar and that apparently was the line in the sand that he had crossed her simply looked at her with that same smug look he had looked on her with most of the night that hand of hers drew hard across his face.. Not once but twice, the second time this time with her wand at his neck he did give her a glimmer of emotion that she seemed hell bent on obtaining.. Grabbing her hand he was quick to change their position he after all had the size advantage. He grabbed the hand at his pulled it around to the back of her hips and spun to push her against the wall against the offending wand hand. His other hand snaked around her wrist and pulled it high above her head. His strength and size imprisoning her against the wall and himself it did have an effect it was dangerous to have her this close. He sucked in a breath and glared down at her for causing him to do this.. Lyla was so close it was difficult to do something even really anything without her tainting it.. The breath he took was peppered with her scent, He could feel the warmth of her enraged body pour threw his clothes his eyes flickered to her mouth those furry ridden lips that trembled.. His hazel eyes for relief from her lips flickered to her glance.. " ALL YOU DO IS LIE.. LYLA.."
The way his voice shook the emotion in those simple six words betrayed him, it showed that he not only cared but he was hurt.. It was a slap to the face worse than anything she could muster.. With the realization that he wasn't over her he burned with not just shame but hatred because it had he realized even now after all that she had done he still loved her even against his better judgement. She had even after all these years damned him and part of him looked to extract a bit of vengeance to make her pay and if he was a villain, or even a fraction less of a man than who he was he would have taken her against that wall.
Thankfully he was a better man, and not a monster. He held himself in check with trembling resolve as anger coursed between them emotions palatable, and at least for one desire lingered as he croaked.. "Don't you ever hit me again.. You raise your hand it better be to kill me.. Or you will regret it." tagged: LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE
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Post by LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE on Sept 3, 2014 17:01:12 GMT -5
Her arctic blue eyes were shiny bright with the tears that were threatening to make their appearance down her cheeks as she stood in front of the man that ultimately confused her. How could she want to shove and push him and continue slapping him silly while also wanting to play with his hair and kiss him? She didn't understand the mess of emotions she was feeling and it angered her because she yearned to understand why she couldn't get over mister Foxer Abner. It had been rightly 9 years since things went down the drain, but she still found herself having feelings for him that were just as strong as they were back then.
Foxer then went on from verbally attacking her to trash talking her little sisters, which made her even more furious. He knew right where to poke and prod in order to rile her up and that was one of the softest spots. The tears vanished from her eyes and her fiery stare intensified as the anger dominated the hurt once again. It felt incredibly good to disarm him so easily. It had been a while since he had seen her wandwork. Back in Hogwarts she had indeed been a brilliant witch with an exceptional ability to duel, but she never stopped practicing after graduation. She smirked a bit, enjoying that simple act of dominance, but all that went out the window when Foxer called her a liar. All composure was shattered.
As she pinned him against the wall with her wand to his neck, she saw something waver in his eyes. She saw his expression soften and it exhibited hurt- just like she had been feeling. The urge to lower her wand and hug him emerged again, making her hands tremble. But in a flash, he struck like a snake and they switched positions- Lyla was pinned by him against the wall and he was so close... the feeling his hand around her wrist, although it was a rather demeaning gesture, made her knees want to buckle beneath her, and the proximity made her want to apologize and beg for forgiveness. However her tough girl facade wouldn't allow that- he couldn't see her so hurt. He called her a liar again and she moved her head forward, closing the space between their face. If they were any closer, their lips would be touching. She moved her mouth towards his ear, letting her lips linger across his cheek before whispering coldly. "I'm not the liar here- you're lying to yourself."
One would think that if a man had pinned a noticeably smaller women pinned against a wall, that the woman would be scared or in the least bit uncomfortable. But no, Lyla found herself strangely content with Foxer's hands on her, despite the rather aggressive circumstances. She had missed his touch entirely too much. But it was bittersweet because she could feel him shaking with anger, and his voice was cracking with emotion. "I'm finished here. I think you should leave." she whispered again, this time with as much distance between his face and hers as possible. If she was able to move her hands, she would have cast him backwards off of her, but he had them pinned to where magic was not a possibility. "Now." she urged again, this time yanking her hands (painfully) from his grasp and in a quick, dexterous movement, she ducked under his arm and took a few steps away from him.
She looked over her shoulder at him quickly before she herself apparated into her room in the Hawthorne house. "Screw him..." she muttered as she kicked her shoes off violently and slammer her wand onto her dresser with tears running down her cheeks. She opened her top drawer and moved a few old shirts and found an old picture frame with a picture of her and Foxer. Foxer was holding her by her hips up in the air and they were spinning, smiling and laughing in their Hogwarts robes. "Screw him..." she repeated a little louder, and despite trying to convince herself that she hated him, she kept that coveted, treasured picture of the two of them and slammed the drawer with force, resulting in a broken drawer frame.
tagged: FOXER ALABASTER ABNER outfit: D'aweee
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