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Post by malfoy on Jan 31, 2008 6:50:23 GMT -5
Abraxas had been literally dragged by a certain parent into Diagon Alley and a shopping trip. He loathed shopping, except for pointless things, or brooms, or more inventive dark items than the ones he already possessed. His mother had left him to his own devices though for half the day. So naturally when she spotted him ten minutes after she had left him 'alone' she pushed him into Madam Malkins and told him to get a new uniform and new robes, and something else that he liked the look of. It was good to have money to burn..
Madam Malkin was fair enough, she was a nice person, she was really..just a little sappy for Abraxas' tastes. He yawned as she asked about sizes and shapes and colours, then shrugged and smirked as she tutted and measured him up again. After five minutes of measuring, she produced several different styles and ordered him to either try them on or to fetch his mother. Pouting at the fact he was unable to get out of it, Abraxas flung his jacket onto one of the chairs and grabbed one of the shirts.Holding it up, the woman shook her head and only left him alone once he began to pull his t-shirt over his head.
Standing in a bloody shop trying a shirt on was not his idea of fun..But the sodding witch was friends with his mother and thus he had to. Helped the other case that he had to refer to her as 'Auntie Malkin' whenever she popped by the house for tea and the like. Stupid social connections. Slipping the new shirt on, he didn't bother to fasten it and turned his back to Malkin, away from the door.
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Post by edward on Feb 1, 2008 11:13:51 GMT -5
The door swung open, and in came tumbling Edward Potter. With father right behind him, he grabbed his son by the arm and pulled him back up onto his feet. The whole day it had just been him and Pops. The old man had gotten frustrated beyond compare, when his only son tried to explain to him the use of shopping for his stupid school books on his own! Adrik Potter hadn't been to fond of the way his boy spoke to him--a sharp tongue simply wasn't accepted in their home.
"Shit!" Edward hissed at the hard grip his father was giving him, "Let me the hell go!" If there was one thing that just didn't work out in his life, it was the relationship between himself and his parents.
Pulling Edward close until they were nose to nose, "I'm sick 'n tired of your disobedience boy. You're getting a new wardrobe just as your mother requested, are we clear?" The guy was trying to shock fear into the boy. To an extent it worked.
"Bite me!" Edward glared back, wanting to spit in his father's face. Adrik's face grew red, and with another jerk of the arm, Edward fell backwards to the floor.
Head whiplashing, he groaned--he'd feel that within the hour, "You have exactly two hours, Edward. Two hours, and you will be here when i return!" With that he stormed out of the shop, leaving a wounded--and very flustered, Edward still on the ground.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 1, 2008 13:14:24 GMT -5
As he heard the door swing open, Abraxas then heard stumbling footsteps and half turned his head to witness one of his best friends falling into the store. Keeping his head down and actually doing the buttons right now, he knew it would not be wise to interfere with a father-son debate over shopping. Mal smirked at the sound of Ed disagreeing with his father, as he had done that on several occasions - not in public though, he was much more smart than that, and if they did have a disagreement it was solved with forced smiles and nicetys.
"You know how to grab attention Potter," Mal commented as he turned, having mainly buttoned the shirt up a while back. He wore a grin and had his earring in that was 'forbidden' at Hogwarts, not that he paid any heed. Just out of school he wore more of a simple diamond stud. Calling Ed by his last name wasn't with any malice, just out of amusement more than anything, and sounding closer to an 'unbiased observer' than a good friend.
Edward, being on the floor, made Abraxas bite back a smirk and a laugh. Offering one hand, he shook his head a little, the cuffs unbuttoned as he honestly couldn't care at all about darn clothes shopping. "You're lucky you know mate - if my father brought me here it'd be at wand point and he'd watch my every move."
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Post by edward on Feb 1, 2008 13:45:25 GMT -5
Grabbing hold of Mal's wrist, the grip was enough to pull Edward back to his feet. Still pissed off himself, already his neck felt stiff 'n sore, but he was more concerned with the factor of one of his best friend's having seen the conflict. It was surprise enough having Mal even here in Diagon Alley, seeing Edward with his father. Worse matter was he was caught in an arguement with the man.
A faux grin twisted his mouth as he swiped the dust in shit from his shirt in pants, "If he hadn't left Mal, i'd have the old bastard putting crucio on my ass..." False laughter followed. The only man Edward even dared to fear was his father. Whenever something went wrong in the Potter house hold, it was automatically Edward's fault. And some of the time, it was too much for Adrik to handle without throwing curses around the house. The end of the wand was usually pointed towards Ed.
Looking up and catching his friend's eye, "But sadly, torturing your son in public, simply isn't allowed." Dark sarcasm ever present.
But to wrap things up, all Edward could hope for was that his father would keep to his blasted word. Two hours of quiet and hangin out with Mal? Definitely something Ed was in favor of.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 2, 2008 5:35:33 GMT -5
Releasing his grip as Edward stood, Abraxas moved a few steps backward - as Madam Malkin herself peered out of the backroom. At a glare she disappeared again, for now, but he knew she'd be back. No point in both him and Ed suffering embarassment - further embarassment really in Ed's case, but Mal would convienently forget this incident should anyone ever ask him, so it wasn't a big deal in his eyes.
"No way Potter - self defence and that lark - I could easy have knocked him out should he have begun the words," Mal's eyes flashed just the once, his wand appearing in his fingertips as if by 'magic'. "Fastest drawer in school Ed, and no one messes with us." It disappeared into his pocket again - or where ever it had been and Mal raised a hand to rub his ear slightly.
End of the day, so he figured, it was the four of them - Ed, 'Rion, Cy and himself - against the world, in and out of Hogwarts, no one else could be trusted and no one else was worthy of a second chance in the most serious of matters.
"I'm sure that he would never dare Ed, if so, then once that seventeen line has been crossed get him back." He shrugged loosely and dropped his hand into his pocket. A throat was heard to be cleared and Mal glanced around as Malkin came out of her office and smiled at the pair. His expression darkened and he turned away again, pretending to be extraordinarily busy whilst that witch was around. Women. The problem of the world - but they were fun to play with when they were around his age group.
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Post by edward on Feb 2, 2008 11:44:00 GMT -5
Not bothering with the old likes of Madame Malkin, he gave short a gentleman's smile, before turning his eyes back on Mal, "Trust me Mal, if I could even hurt the old man, I would..." For second he had a flash back to last night. Realized he shivered, and shook it off, "I'm only here cause I don't want a damn fever before school starts." Words spilling pure hatred for his father.
Unlike most slytherins, Edward was always eager to get back to school. Despite how boring, and impossible the occupants are, it was better then what he had. So he'd just suck it up, get through his final year--and leave.
"Mister Potter!" That too sweet voice made Edward cringe! His eyes went to the madame, just as she clapped her hands together. Coming upon them, she looked upon him eagerly. As if she just discovered a bank load of money, "I've been waiting for you all week, I already have some clothes made up for you in back."
"Excuse me?" What the hell was she talking about?
"Your mother sent 'n owl earlier this month, now she wasn't sure if she got your measurements right, but I told her I would take care of that..."
"But-" No, Edward planned on ditching this place! Not giving into clothes. He liked the way his closet was now!
"Nope, no buts, you'll be coming with me..." Coming around to his back, she began pushing him past Mal, "I'll be back for some adjustments with you, Mister Malfoy!"
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Post by malfoy on Feb 2, 2008 15:27:38 GMT -5
"It can be done." He turned back and answered Edward coolly, not doubting for even half a second that they could be outdone magically, or in by any other means really. Mal noted the shiver though and he tilted his head a little, giving Ed a very sharp and searching look. That kind of thing was unacceptable, unless there was a big deal going on behind it. His eyes flashed once and he began unfastening the stupidity that was this 'fashionable' shirt.
Hearing Malkin, Abraxas cringed quite plainly, though his expression was mainly hidden by his hair as he leant over his task, not wanting to draw her attention back to himself. Dog-eat-dog and he did not want her to pay him any heed, or there might be trouble.
He bit back a smirk as Malkin explained her reasoning and looked up slightly at his friend, both highly amused and sympathetic. Some mothers were just that evil he supposed, and whilst he would be the first to proclaim his mother was the worst, he doubted she would pull a stunt like that on him. Mainly as he would crucify her rather than show his face anywhere, and he would act deliberately 'wrong' when out with others. Not like they could hide him away either as now he was their only child.
Being pushed around, he smirked until she mentioned his name again. Scowling at her he turned his back on her and almost tore the shirt as he took it off, pulling on his other as he was getting a little sick of this. Sod what his mother thought, she could do nothing, and Malkin could stick the shirts where ever she damn well pleased as he was done. That one had been fine and he would take one of each to stop him having to do anything more today.
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Post by edward on Feb 3, 2008 18:30:40 GMT -5
Malkin levitated tons of shirts on over to a table close by, and Ed couldn’t help but think that something was just too familiar about those styles. Scuffling around, she was muttering something about collars, and odd numbered cufflinks. All Edward could focus on was the design of the clothes! Eyes wide, brows furrowed in disgust, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Voice loud enough to be heard throughout the store. Then Malkin shook her head, told him to shush, and began to get to work. Shoving a teal collared shirt into his hands, she told him to put it on, “The pants are just over there, I’ll be back in a moment.” Giving a short smile, Edward just watched in unbelieving awe as she ran back through the door. Probably to help Mal.
Staring down at the blasted thing, he scoffed, and threw it aside, like hell he would! How could his mother have fashion sense this horrid? It was like she was trying to turn him...turn him...into his father? That’s when it clicked. That’s what all this was about. The sudden need for his obedience. The sudden desire to redo his whole closet...they not only wanted a loyal son, but little Potter Jr. Someone to follow in dear old father’s footsteps. And they were running out of time. This was Edward’s final year, he turned 17 mid way through, and then he could leave! Could do whatever the hell he wanted!
Mal was right! Per usual, but suddenly he just needed to tell him! Really tell him! That was when he pulled himself from the platform, and ran into the front room. His shirt wasn’t tucked in, belt loose, and the first three buttons of his white shirt undone. There was a confrontation in the works, but Edward pushed past the Madame, muttering a quick sorry, and then grabbed his friend’s arm. Yanking him aside, he made sure the old woman couldn’t hear him before he spoke quietly--and very sharply, “I’ve figured it out. I’ve figured it out…" Seemed out of breath, “what my parents have been doing, I’ve figured it out…" Swallowing, he tried to catch his breath, but there just didn’t seem to be enough time.
Glancing over Mal’s shoulder at Malkin, the woman had her hands on her hips, tapping her foot harshly on the ground, and a foul glare twisted her wrinkled face. Not a pleasant sight, but Ed pushed past it and looked back, “You were right Mal, about all of it!”
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Post by malfoy on Feb 4, 2008 16:26:56 GMT -5
"GET OFF-OF ME WOMAN!" Mal snapped at Malkin as she touched his shoulder in an attempt to stop him wearing his own clothes and leaving. His glare had turned to fury and he no longer cared about what she would tell his mother or anyone else. She was a stupid witch and she should know to never try and make a Malfoy do anything they did no desire. He was sick of playing up to standards today and he would have no more of it. He was lining her purse with his galleons, or his mothers, so what should Malkin care in the first place, her job was redundant in his opinion and that would not change. He knew if his clothes felt tight and he adjusted them magically accordingly. He wasn't stupid...
The witch backed off - lucky for her, with her hands up and he shrugged on his jacket, still glaring at her. He gestured to the clothes and pinched the top of his nose. "Just give me one of each, alright? I don't care, I'll return anything that might possibly be wrong. It would appear you doubt your own craftmanship by attempting to continue this 'charade' Madam Malkin." Mal spoke with more respect and she sighed loudly and irritably as it was then that Abraxas saw Ed re-enter the room. He looked a mess so it'd better be important.
Being tugged to one side he looked at Edward as if he was slightly mad, before the elder boy began to speak. He repeated himself and Mal bit his lip to stop himself mock smiling and looking at Edward with a blank expression of not understanding a word that he was saying. Delicately taking Ed's hand off of his arm he looked past him and at Malkin. "Am I going to get those things parcelled today?" he asked pointedly, despite her expression and smirked as she threw her hands up in disbelief, but moved away.
"Now, what the hell." He put his hands together in a prayer like position and touched his lips with his fingers, then moved them apart as he spoke, his palms open to Edward. Dropping his hands again he looked at his friend with a little confusion. "I was right about what...?" Normally he would have added a little something, but Edward seemed to be in a hurry to get this out.
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Post by edward on Feb 4, 2008 16:41:17 GMT -5
"Mal, this isn't funny!" Aggravated by that look in his friends eye. He knew Mal too well, and the guy was always smirking at something! "She's turning me into him!" Or trying to. And alright, so maybe thats not what his friend said exactly, but he had been quite clear on the fact that something had to be done.
There was only one problem. He was the eldest of their group! And even his 17th birthday was months away! Nearly half of a full year away!
Closing his eyes he tried to take a deep breath. Bringing both of his hands down his face in frustration, he lifted them and they were pushed midway through his hair, stilling up there as he spoke, "Those clothes back there, they're my father's design! A-and, these programs their shoving me into...My father didn't give a shit three months ago on whether I needed my own space, and now he won't leave me alone!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was a yelling whisper!
For a slytherin who knew how to keep his cool, he was sure as hell losing it! And in public! Which was ten times worse! And although the snake in him told him to shut the F up and to calm down, he couldn't. Maybe if this was anybody but Mal standing in front of him, but he could only vent problems like these to one other. Orion. Mal and Ri were the only two people Edward trusted to keep these messed up vents, a secret!
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Post by malfoy on Feb 4, 2008 17:08:14 GMT -5
Sighing slightly as he was told that this 'wasn't funny' Abraxas rolled his eyes a little and folded his arms, listening for an explaination to this sudden surge of madness that had appeared in his friend. He wasn't too great at being totally serious in a situation without any visable explanations or reasons, but he figured he was going to get that when Edward had managed to cool down and breath normally again. He wasn't as good a pranker as Edward and he could manage to find humour in the situation around them, but then it had been mostly Ed that Malkin had been scowling at, so he didn't blame him in the slightest for being entirely tense.
"She- they're what now?!" Mal's expression became thunderstruck and anger flashed in his eyes on Ed's behalf. 'Bastards..' was his initial thought, followed closely by several stronger words that should never be voiced aloud in any circumstance, except perhaps with a last breath on earth. Okay, now he could understand why the normally unphaseable personality of Edward Potter had disintegrated into a steaming mess of confusion and anger. Mal himself was angry at the thought, but Ed had to be twisted inside by figuring that little gem out.
"So now we act..." He answered softly after being silent with his thoughts. Anger had ebbed from his eyes, leaving a cold malice in its place.
Mal knew how to be vicious, without the unforgiveables, and he knew precisely how to get people without them figuring it until it was too late. He was a vindictive child and he always had been. It was kind of disturbing in some ways, he supposed when he mused on it, but he couldn't care less as it saved him bother a lot of times and he felt no guilt afterward.
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Post by edward on Feb 4, 2008 17:21:28 GMT -5
"How?" The only question at hand! Strange coming from Edward's mouth, he was always the one coming up with the brilliant 'n brainy plans! "What the hell do you think we're going to be able to do, huh?" Now that he had figured it out, something was happening inside Edward that hadn't occured ever before. Doubt. Was he starting to give up?
With everything he'd endured the past few months. Never knowing exactly what caused his parents change, and now finally having it click? He was breaking! "I'm turning into that ugly, old bastard! And if I even try to fight it he'll kill me...." Taking a deep shakey breath, he quickly revised--finding Mal's eyes for a small moment, "Alright, maybe not that far, but he'll crucio me into insanity!"
Stumbeling a couple steps backward, his back met the wall--forbidding him to go any farther, "That's what all this is about...the wardrobe...my sister...that house..." Just mumbeling as he was piecing the oddly shaped puzzle together, "I'm turning into my father!" Eyes widened, something that scared him shitless? Was that he could tell that the folks plan had already started taking effect, even without his knowing of it.
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Post by Orion Black on Feb 5, 2008 2:01:51 GMT -5
(You guys are hilarious! I wish I could join but sadly I do not have the pairence to type a worthy post on this ipod. When. I get back we are so rping just us three by decree of the admin. That means you have no choice. ^^)
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Post by malfoy on Feb 5, 2008 11:25:03 GMT -5
"Bloody hell... they've really done a number on you.." Mal looked at Edward with real concern flicking across his eyes and he unfolded his arms, as a gesture to prove he meant it seriously. He followed Ed back and put his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Hey, snap out of it Ed, you discovered it before they could do it. Nothing is going to happen with you! You are seriously fine. Seriously."
His mind went to their options and Mal bit his lip. "He won't find you fighting Ed.. that's how we'll do it. They can think that you're finally giving up... Invite 'Rion and Cy and me over, before the last day of the holidays. Make sure they're both in, and I promise you that we'll sort it. Before school starts, and before they go any further with their 'arrangements'. I have a number of books at home that can help.." A dark smile twisted onto his lips and he looked directly into Edward's eyes.
"You're one of us, not a replica of anyone Ed, and that's the main point." Speaking in a hushed voice as he heard Malkin return, he took the package she presented and pressed several galleons into her hand. "We're leaving." Abraxas' eyes flashed dangerously, daring the woman to challenge that. His free hand had gone to his wand, and most people knew enough about him to know that he didn't care for the underage rule. That and he enjoyed carrying potions and ingredients on his person. Mal wasn't especially gifted in potions, he had some skill, but not overly so. But he knew people that were, and that was his talent.
"Ed, c'mon, we'll be back here by the time your old man needs you." He gestured toward the door and cast a glance over his friend as if to suggest he tidy himself up first. But that was immaterial in the end. Sorting out this hugely messy situation was the only thing on his mind.
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Post by edward on Feb 5, 2008 13:06:36 GMT -5
Taking a hesitant glance towards Malkin, unsure of what she might do--if she could do anything anyway...Edward swallowed, and began to tuck in his shirt. Followed by buckeling up his belt, he made his way towards Mal--past him and out the door. Right now all this guy could think about was everything about himself that related to his father! All the small things his mother had him do, all the things he actually agreed to do! They needed a Junior! And Edward was their only boy.
Right now his tongue began to crave that addicting whiskey, or vodka. Whatever he could grasp would be good enough! Just as long as he could go numb, and forget all this shit!
"I'm going insane! I'm going to go insane!" He kept mumbeling to himself. If only he had figured this out earlier! Months earlier! He wouldn't be so damn freaked. The only cause being that he was thinking it to be too late. Sure, Mal was here...and he knew without a doubt that his friends would help him.
But could they really protect him? Prevent the innevitable? He had dedicated his whole life to being something his parents would hate! Not one they would ever approve of! And as he recalled the summer, he remembered tons of events that actually caused his parents to smile at him...thank him, things they actually wanted him to continue doing! Dammit! Edward was never going to be a replica! Nobody controlled him!
And least, thats what he used to think. Now he wasn't so sure.
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