Post by hugoweasley on Jan 15, 2012 0:36:38 GMT
hugo arthur weasley
SEVENTEEN - SLYTHERIN - HALF - J.EISENBERG
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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he could remember the day that he had been sorted into slytherin like it was yesterday. he had skipped onto the hogwarts express like it was his lucky day, trailing behind his cousin lily who was more anxious than anything. the two were inseparable; like any sort of cliche you could come up with. peanut butter and jelly, salt and pepper and the like. the young hugo arthur weasley was secretly hoping to become a ravenclaw, something his mother had always pushed onto him. true both ron and hermione weasley had both been gryffindors, but based on hugo's intellect the assumption was made that like his older cousin, Albus, he would be sent to ravenclaw house as well. he didn't mind the thought, he actually preferred it over the other choices for houses. he analyzed each of them in his head over and over again, trying to make sense of each one.
first off, gryffindor. the lion's house. symbolizing courage, the members of gryffindor house tend to be bold and brash, unafraid of anything coming their way. with that said, there was always the exception to the rule. not that he didn't consider his mother courageous, but he did see her as more caution than his father, aunt or uncles. he didn't know if he would belong in that house. not that he wasn't brave, he was just like hermione. cautious. critical. he wouldn't quite measure up to the lion standards.
ravenclaw. this seemed like where he belonged. it was full of intelligent scholars who always seemed to know what to do and when. although considered a house of nerds, he knew that he'd rather be a nerd than a delinquent, which he'd be no doubt if he was in gryffindor. he saw them as respectable, quiet thinkers. quite like himself in a lot of ways. albus had been sorted there, without a surprise. he had taken a liking to books more than anything else in this world, unlike his brother james who seemed to have an obsession with quidditch.
hufflepuff was a house that lacked recognition, and never seemed to be in the spotlight. their quidditch team was second-best, and it wasn't like they fought to be the center of attention, either. they were the more passive, charismatic of the students that attended hogwarts. he knew he didn't belong there; he had as much charisma as a pet snake.
slytherin. the snake house. they were sly, cunning, similar to ravenclaw but with bite. the house was ridiculed throughout the weasley/potter families and hugo knew that he simply couldn't be sorted there on birthright alone. it would be so wrong, like a dog walking on it's hind legs.
however, as his name was called when he was standing beside a group of strangers, he felt sick to his stomach as the hat was placed atop his mess of curly hair. he looked a lot like his uncle percy, although had a stronger jawline even so for such a young child. swallowing hard, he felt his blood run cold when the house's name ironically slithered from the mouth of the sorting hat.
"SLYTHERIN!"
hugo slunk from his seat with a lump in his throat. he watched the eyes of his family members bore into him as he walked to the table draped in emerald and silver, the members jeering as the first weasley in history sat among their ranks. he was welcomed in a bitter sweet manner; those who had obvious issues with his cousins ignored him while the ones who didn't know any better accepted him immediately. he felt oddly out of place and wasn't sure if he could even go on with his hogwarts career.
however, despite his obvious doubts he began flourishing in the slytherin house. he began pulling academic awards into the snake trophy case, as well as joining their quidditch team as a seeker, as well as helping them out with strategy in which they were desperately lacking.
although he came from a loving, warm family, hugo weasley grew an exoskeleton of cold arrogance. after becoming a slytherin the ideas that surrounded his housemates. he spent less and less time with his family, spending holidays away from home with predominantly-slytherin families. it wasn't that he disliked his family truthfully, it was more of a dissatisfaction. it was like they were too naive to understand his punchlines, his dark humor. all they cared about was quidditch. even his mother, bless her heart, seemed to be distancing herself from the monster of a son that he had grown to be.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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role play sample:it had been a long night. the whole turmoil with laney and himself was almost too much to bear; once they announced the fact that they were pregnant, everything seemed to look up. they now shared a cabin, preparing for when the baby would arrive, which they knew was a boy and they would name him bentley. he was excited to see him, to meet him when he entered this world. he wanted nothing more than to hold him and teach him the ways of life, to help him learn to draw, to swim, to do all those things that were essential. however, he knew deep down he would be torn with staying with laney because he knew he wasn't what she wanted. he wasn't what she needed in a boyfriend, spouse or even baby daddy. he didn't mater. she would be fine without him. she had all the family in the world to help her, and he only had himself to offer. he had tried to prove to her that he meant business by getting a tattoo with his son's name, but it only seemed to make her angrier and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to meet her standards and honestly, he was done trying. he wanted to give up, and he wanted to disappear. he couldn't take it any more. these bottled up feelings were making him go slowly insane, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the axe laney had lodged in his chest. he had a feeling that she was interested in someone else, that their life together was never meant to be, and that it was pointless to try anymore. he knew he should just off himself and get it over with, seeing as she'd be better off without him, and better off without his baggage.
he had resorted to flipping through pages in his bible that was placed in the drawer in his bedside table. he was trying to find the light, something make him change his mind. nothing jumped out at him like in all of those stories of born-again christians nothing stood out and pulled him in to make him believe in a god that he was pretty sure already damned him to a life of misery. he searched for something, anything to make him feel even an ounce better, but not even the words of the pslams made him rethink the decision he was going to make. he pushed up his mattress, pulled a box cutter from it's hiding place and draw it across his wrist, hissing as droplets of blood that soon formed a thin stream across his arm. for a white-hot moment he was able to forget the pain he was going through and focus on what was physically happening to him. he swallowed hard, making another slash that was deeper and longer than the first, trying to hold his breath and tears before they steadily began to fall, stinging his wounds as he finally let it all go. he couldn't take it anymore. he wanted to be something to someone and he knew it wouldn't be long before laney left him, and probably took their son with her. he didn't want to think about it, but the devils inside of him kept resurfacing, pushing the thoughts into his head like tiny spears. he turned to the next wrist, making several deep slashes that made a red river drip down his arm, tears mingling in with blood to cause it to drip onto the carpet. his cries soon developed into sobs, and his whole form shook with distress and he continued with his bought of self-injury.
"god forgive me." he breathed. he couldn't help but continue the cutting, the harsh sound of metal ripping skin making his teeth grind. it was his sweetest sin, something he only turned to at a last resort. his room was already destroyed from a huge anger fit, desk turned upside down, bed on it's side, clothes thrown everywhere, drawers on the ground, toppled over. it looked like an atomic bomb dropped in his cabin and he didn't intend on fixing it. he needed the chaos to make him feel like what he was doing was ok, and that it was justified. he needed a reason for everything, which is why he avoided religion. it didn't make sense to him, it made him feel like he had to believe in someone/something that was like an imaginary friend. he preferred to believe he knew there was something out there, but knew deep down he didn't give a fuck. he had already messed up so severely that if there was a god, he would have been pushed away from him long ago because of the things he had done.
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