step back, gonna come at you fast -- (declan)

[filipaabercrombie]

I'm driving out of control

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Something was off today. Filipa was a very intuitive person and when something felt off, something usually went wrong. Fili was extremely cautious about these feelings, as they always seemed to be right. She didn't think she was a fortune telling or that she could see into the future or anything, but when she got that feeling in the pit of her stomach, a bad day was just around the corner. It was odd that she had this feeling when her day was going so well so far. She had woken up, on the great side of the bed, had a lovely breakfast, went to some classes, and then went to hang out in the courtyard after her last session. The sun was out, heating the stone bench she was sitting on. She didn't have anything to study for and her only new obsession was that she spotted this girl with a bag that was ten times better than hers. It was dark purple with gold clasps and it was small but it had that spell on it. The spell that made the bag stay small but enabled the wearer to fit larger items into it. It was simple, but it looked expensive. And Fili didn't necessarily want that bag, but she wanted one like it but better. She had complimented the girl on it, genuinely meaning it when she said that it was gorgeous, and the bag was stuck in her head, just like that. And so she was out in the courtyard, writing a letter to her mum for it. Her mum would probably tell Euane and he would eagerly get it for her because he was a shitty human being and thought he could buy Filipa over. Which was immensely working in her favor.

Filipa paused for a moment, trying to get a healthy balance between sounding like she loved him but also that she would love him more if he would get it for her. It was a struggle trying to get these emotions right and sometimes, she thought it might be wrong what she was doing. And then she would shrug and reason it with the idea that what he did was wrong too. So what if Fili was using him? He deserved every minute of it. She looked away from the parchment that was set over the knee of her crossed legs and put her quill on top of it so it wouldn't blow away. She was sitting on the bench she sat on everytime she came to the courtyard, just a habit of sorts, but today it wasn't choice. The wind was blowing from behind her and her hair was going everywhere, clouding her line of sight and whipping her in the face at times. She had finally given up with tucking it behind her ear and took that little pause to braid the side and tuck the rest into a low messy bun. It was secure as she went back to her letter but the wind had released pieces in the front which might have looked nice but defeated the purpose of getting it out of her face.

In reality, this was all just busy work. This hair braiding, letter writing, bench sitting was all to distract her from the feeling in her stomach. She knew something had to go wrong and yet she couldn't find out what it was for the life of her. There was nothing more she had to do today besides eat dinner, study a little, and then sleep. She would hang around her friends a lot, maybe see what aaron was up to, but besides that her day was pretty much over. There were no tests, no meetings, no form of obligation. It wasn't even the weekend so there was no chance she would be getting drunk tonight and something might happen there. So what could it have been? And just like that, Filipa had an idea. She looked back up from her parchment and eyed the courtyard, leaning this way and that to look around pillars and students. She carefully combed the faces and the backs of heads, looking for those eyes or that clenched jaw. She looked in every corner of the courtyard and an ease seemed to wash over her. It was complete and it didn't erase that pit in her stomach, but it made it a little better. Declan wasn't anywhere to be found. She thought that after six years of having to avoid him, it would be easier. Or she might not have to check every cluster she saw and she could just not care about his presence. But that hadn't happened yet. Just the thought of two people sharing some of the same blood, the same genes, and having that awkward hatred made her feel sick. When they made eye contact Fili looked away as quick as she could and when she didn't, she felt dirty. She knew how he looked at her and why he hated her and she knew he thought she was dirty and that feeling seemed to transfer to her when she made eye contact with him.

But Fili was safe. No Declan in sight, right? She finished her letter and folded it, writing 'mum' on the outside, and stepped away from her bench. Something caught her attention for just a second as she turned a corner and then BAM, she saw a blur of brown hair and a taller body and her books and parchment were on the ground. Filipa blushed, embarrassed at how absent she had been. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention! Are you oka-" Fili's sentence hung in the air, the end withering away as she realized who she bumped into. "Shit." Was all she mumbled, stuck to the spot by those angry eyes of his.

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words: 978.
who & where: declan abercrombie in the courtyard with the awkward tension.
lyrics: keeps getting better - christina aguilera
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[declanabercrombie]

Declan was having a marvelous day. He’d actually gotten up on time and made it down to breakfast before heading to class, which was unusual. Normally, he overslept and missed breakfast, sometimes idling into his classes ten minutes late. But today was different. He got to walk with his buddies to classes, and surprisingly, he’d been able to stay awake and actually pay attention. Classes hadn’t bored him to tears today. After his final class, he realized he didn’t have anything due until next week, and therefore, had a few days of absolutely nothing to do, which was clearly his favorite thing in the world. As he left his final class, he was already talking excitedly with another Gryffindor about the pranks they could pull over the next few days and the weekend. The possibilities were endless. It just seemed as if the day could not get any better.

He was radiating with the goodness of the day. As he walked along the corridors, he was seen was a broad smile across his lips, a telltale feature of his, most of the time. Unless, of course, he encountered someone he didn’t like. Although Declan was probably one of the most likeable guys in the school, he had his share of enemies and people he heartily disliked. For example, Filipa Abercrombie. He didn’t even like thinking of her name, simply because it was the same as his, and that reminded him of who she was. Technically, she was his stepsister. But, since he didn’t have any contact with his father, he didn’t have any contact with his so-called stepsister. She was Slytherin, go figure. It only fueled him. If anything could get him worked up, it was Filipa and her stupid friends, like Aaron. It was only when he was fighting with, or thinking of these select people that he wasn’t carefree and friendly. But today he was smiles as he walked with his friends towards the courtyard where they were all planning on going to hang out for a little bit before heading to dinner.

As they grew closer to the opening of the courtyard, a girl he had had a brief thing with stopped him, and he told his friends to go on and that he would join them in a minute. The younger girl, a fourth year, if he remembered correctly, was asking for help with her exam tomorrow. Declan knew that really she was asking for a nice snog in an abandoned classroom, but he wasn’t sure he was going to go there again. She was young, and she clearly adored him. What more could he want? Well, he wasn’t looking for anything serious, and he definitely didn’t need a little girl clinging to him. The last time they hadn’t done more than a little kiss, and look where it got him. Nah, he wasn’t in the mood for such a thing. Having to turn her down, she walked away, still talking to him. Turning around so that he was slowly walking backwards, he apologized, flashing her a charming and witty smile before promising that they would definitely hang out soon. But not really.

After saying his goodbye and giving her a final, promising smile, he quickly turned on his heel, ready to head out to courtyard. And that’s when he felt the impact. WHACK. Before he even knew what was going on, he collided with someone. Taking a second to focus on what had happened, he heard a voice and saw the blonde hair, the familiar features. Taking a step back, he felt his jaw clench slightly. Just his luck. She started speaking and then looked up, the same panic crossing her own features. She spoke the words that were echoing in his own mind. He really wasn’t in the mood for this, not today. It was ruining his perfect day. Wow, how surprising. Filipa was ruining his perfect day. Sighing, he glared at her. “Were you never taught to pay attention when you walk?” He paused, knowing how angry his eyes were flashing. “Or didn’t Daddy teach you that one?” He spat the words out, clearly full of venom. So much for a perfect day.

ooc: i am going to win the award for being the laziest person on the face of the earth. I promise the next one will have pretty coding. maybe ^^

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[filipaabercrombie]

I'm driving out of control

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As Filipa stood before him, her feet planted firmly on the stone beneath her, she took a second to look at his features. Maybe it was just wishful thinking but Fili had decided that they looked nothing alike. She was almost a spitting image of her mom and thus, there wasn't really any room for her father's genes to fit in. She would sneak a glance at Declan sometimes just to make sure she didn't see any of her in him and vice versa. It almost made the whole hatred thing okay when you didn't have to share the same nose or teeth or eyes. Then the only thing that could be tying them was blood and a last name, which in the case of marriage in the future, Fili wouldn't have to worry about. She sometimes imagined that there was a way someone somewhere could just extract the Abercrombie blood in her and leave the Walker genes. That way she really didn't have to have anything tying them together in the end. If she were an outsider (which she wished she was at this point) and saw this little meeting, she would think nothing of it. The outsider, with the exception of Aaron and maybe Scorpius, wouldn't have any idea of why they hated each other and the history that separated them. But Filipa could see that history like a solid wall stationed right between them. She imagined that if she took one step forward, if she had extended a peace offering, that wall would only get bigger and more impenetrable. Hell, it wasn't a wall but a force-field. An 'anti-Filipa' force-field made specially for Declan and instead of shocks of electricity like they use for dogs in the muggle world, there were shocks of pure hatred.

And just as she was picturing this force-field, the words he said had sunk in. Filipa rolled her eyes in annoyance. He would bring that up. The dad thing. It wasn't where she wanted to go today but if he wasn't going to put it out there so effortlessly, she figured that she had to. Sure she could have just collected her things and sauntered off, which she might have done had it been anyone else since she was usually very unconfrontational, but this was different. This was her half-brother. "Oh no, I must have missed that one. But you know, a gentleman would usually help a lady with her things after they so rudely knocked them on the ground with their rather unsightly body."

[/color] Filipa crossed her arms and nodded toward the ground where her books were splayed out between them. It had to look rather odd now that they were kind of just sitting there, parchment lifting at the edges and some even lightly skidding away from her as the wind picked up. What was odd about the scene wasn't that they had fallen but that Fili didn't care that she was losing some of her notes. They could have completely disappeared and she wouldn't have even look worried during this conversation. She didn't expect him to help her at all and the only reason she hadn't picked them up yet is because she didn't want to be beneath him. He already thought she was and he didn't need any literal imagery to give him the satisfaction. She kept herself calm and collected but she was truly angry on the inside. Filipa was quick to speak again as she was now fired up. "it seems like he made sure to teach you how to be a pig before he walked out. Like father like son, eh?"[/color]

This question was ended with a raise of an eyebrow and a sly little grin. There was an extra emphasis on the word 'pig', just to make sure he thought that she meant it. She knew this would have to hit him on some level. It might not hurt in the old sticks and stones tradition, but it had to at least get under his skin. Someone who held themselves on such a high standard couldn't possibly agree with being likened to such a bad father. And if Filipa were being honest, she wouldn't liken him to their father. He was in the running to be the most shameful person she had ever met and Declan couldn't be all that bad in reality. Sure he might have been a complete asshole to her but there was no real harm done. Being ignored and being judged weren't on par with being cheated on and then being abandoned and Fili could appreciate the difference. However, when faced with this blind hatred that Declan showed her, she was ready to call him anything, whether true or false.
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words: 788.
who & where: declan abercrombie in the courtyard with the awkward tension.
lyrics: keeps getting better - christina aguilera
template: pointBLANK! of rc&r
notes: oh that's no problem love![/font][/quote]