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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 25, 2007 15:34:48 GMT
Fitz had been badgering some fourth year pupils for answers to his many queries. Firstly he enquired over how their teachers were? Capable, worthy to teach? Then he demanded what their workload was like, in short he stirred trouble and created mischief. He now desperately needed a decent story to bring back up his ratings, 7th after Gordon the Gormless, it was just ridiculous, though his latest article on the Muggles fascination upon global warming had been quite a treat. Though not nearly so funny and touching as Fitz' upon the trials and tribulations of the quidditch world cup.
He received few sufficient answers, the children were terrorised into only saying nice things of their elders here. Now that would make a good article "The tyranny of the terrible teachers". As pupils now hurried off to their lessons Fitz smiled warmly at them declaring with only a hint of truth,
"that was extremely helpful, thankyou so much for taking the trouble out of your busy schedules." As the students scuttled off he grinned, though his arrival hadn't sparked off interest as yet; being still under the cover of being the assistant caretaker he was nonetheless pleased.
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 25, 2007 16:40:39 GMT
Dia had been on her way to the Staff Room when she came across a few students being interrogated by a farmiliar looking back-of-a-head. Dia stopped and leaned against the wall, just out of view, listening in on their conversation.
After the students ran off, Dia pushed herself off the wall and began walking towards the figure. "Well, well, well," she said, with a sassy air, "of all the place to run into you, I scarcely allowed myself to believe that that place would be this one." Dia's long blond hair bounced on her shoulders and curled around her long face. Her green eyes shone bright, daring him to do something rash, as he always had done at school. She stood in front of him and stared at him, smiling sweetly, “quite fitting, isn’t it?”
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 25, 2007 18:53:49 GMT
A lilting voice drifted across the corridor seeking him out, recognition was immediate a look of complete shock and horror passed swiftly across his face, staring unblinkingly he gulped desperately thinking of a way out, act like nothing ever happened he thought furiously. He thanked his lucky stars, just something Dia would do, that she couldn't see his face. Smoothening out his features and plastering on his usual grin he span round and was gobsmacked by Dia's beauty. In school she had been amazingly pretty, but not quite so brilliant. With eyes wide and mouth hanging open a moment he smirked, "hehe, well look who it is! Illy!" About to embrace her he thought better of it, and smiled his most dazzling. "What a place to meet again indeed," he agreed his mouth running away with him think man think, the last time we saw each other, when was it? Wondering furiously he suddenly remembered crikey, how could I forget? She's gonna kill me...unless. Pulling himself together, having been effectively broken and discarded by a simple look from her dazzling eyes, they were so deep he thought, remembering the poems he had written of them. If only he could risk a scrawl now, doing her justice would be difficult but still.
God man he cursed himself inwardly I've seen hundreds of beautiful women, why's she this effect on me, alas must be old habits and relationships dying hard.
"My Dear Illy," he began kissing her hand gently "I see time has done nothing for your looks, as abysmal as ever," he teased lightly wanting to seize the advantage, on thier last meeting she had been the dominant one, this time things would be quite different he assured himself.
"You're doing well in the world I hear," he exclaimed his mind now focused upon his current predicament, how will she treat me? he wondered thus far not as bad as I'd have expected, and deserved.
"Fate draws us together once more," he declared smiling brightly and hoilding himself more at ease, before he had been like a drawn spring, ready to do her bidding, but now...who knew?
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 25, 2007 21:00:26 GMT
Dia had expected as much. "Typical Fitz!" she thought, "time may have changed me but nothing could change your ..." Then he took her hand, the look she shot him then could have board a hole to South America. But despite her reflex to pull her hand away, she didn't; she didn't want to go through everything again.
When she got her hand back, Dia made a poit to pull out her handkerchief and wipe her hand, making this action look like the reflex. As she wiped her hand, she said, smiling as sweetly as she could manage, "and I see time has done much to you, deepened those frown lines, sunken in those once-" she stroked his cheek with her index finger "-podgy cheeks!" She smiled playfully at him but the grin soon faded. What he had done was inexcusable and she wanted him to know that.
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 25, 2007 21:15:13 GMT
He couldn't put his finger upon the word to describe her beauty for a few moments, then it came to him; an ethereal quality. About to remark that he was brought with a jolt back to the present with her finger upon his cheek, careful not to allow his cheeks to burn too brightly he smiled perhaps she wasn't so angry with him afterall.
But then the words sunk in, and he had to admit, he couldn't have done much better himself. He had always been rather concious of his looks at school, now he wasn't quite so worried, but the remark of podgy cheeks brought a grimace. "I don't have frown lines!" he exclaimed indignantly fuming and crossing his arms in a defensive manner. Already she's got the upper hand he thought crossly why do women have this adverse effect at times? No matter he would conquer the present troubles.
"A smile suits you Illy," he remarked "perhaps you should smile more often, or are you not pleased to see me? Like I am for you, my heart bled at our parting, though time was cure enough for me, I'm truly sorry for any heart I ever caused." He apologised thinking it the best course of action and not realising an apology wouldn't mend the wounds he had cut, had they festered all this time? Did she really harbour grudges for so long? But having aplogised he now thought the matter closed and continued "how has life really treated you?"
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 25, 2007 22:06:44 GMT
Dia was taken aback by the, what she was supposing was, an apologue. "How unlike the self-centred, over-confident, manipulating little brat I used to know," she thought But then he moved on with the conversation, it seem that the considered the matter closed, as though those few insignificant words would mend all the hurt he had caused her. "No!" Dia thought, "I will not allow it!"
She carefully tucked the handkerchief into her pocket and, turning to the pompous, arrogant snob, grunted loudly in disgust. "Is that what you call an apology, Mr Hargreaves?" her smile had gone; it was no longer a fun game. She crossed her arms across her chest and took a step back. "You're going to have to do better then that, I expect at least some grovelling, arse kissing and a new childhood! Fitz! What are you doing here?" Now she was exasperated and ready to kill!
Dia had left the country to get away from him, from the very memory and now he was back in her life. She had not realized it five minutes ago but this meant eternal stress and she wouldn't be able to live with that. "But what can I do?" she though, staring questioningly into Fitz's eyes. She felt her self control slipping through her fingers like sand and that was not a feeling she was comfortable with.
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 26, 2007 12:54:38 GMT
Ah not quite so simple then, grimacing at flinching at every harsh word uttered he back off against the wall defensively, with an anxious fertive glance around he found they were alone in the now deserted corridor. Half expecting a bail of hay of blow past in the eerie quiet that ensued after her outburst he looked apologetically down at his feet, hanging his head in mock shame. He'd have loved to declare it was all an act, but unfortunately it would have been an untruth.
Now was the time to make amends for any past hurts, he hadn't been solely to blame he believed he hadn't entirely ruined her childhood that was for sure; but then again she had always been and from this show evidently still was a drama queen. Knowing just which buttons to press to anger him too didn't help the matter, but through force of willpower alone he kept his composure, standing tall once more
"clearly you for one are displeased at seeing me, the opposite of my thoughts, past wrongs are simply that, from the past not to be unearthed once again." he commented wryly, but viewing her exasperated expression and attitude he couldn't help but dig in the knife; afterall that was his profession. "but what a tone to use for an old friend."
He knew such a remark as this was entirely unhelpful in the situation, but it flowed off his tongue, at least it kept control solely in his grasp, he could tell from the darting and daring look in her eye that self control was a thing of the past, any wrong word would set her off like a box of fireworks.
In a passionate and for once truthful voice, he stepped up to his old companion and declared "Illy my dear, I truly am sorry, I was young, foolish, reckless I'm sure you can supply much stronger words," he said with a small grin "and I've paid for it, countless times I wrote letters of apology but none were adequate and portrayed my true feelings to the full," This being only part truth as he had been heartbroken the first year after their parting, writing many passionate poems telling of his pierced heart, he had indeed wrote a number of letters all of which had never reached their destination, scrumpled and burnt by the roaring fires of hell itself. But then he had tossed aside his troubles and began his true calling of informing the world of the real truth, or so he had hoped when first setting into the wide world of journalism. Being sadly mistaken he now knew the various tricks of the trade to his peril.
Rsiking the merest hint of a smile he looked imploringly into Dia's eyes.
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 27, 2007 1:27:35 GMT
A stomach turning shame took hold of her as she stood listening to him. Dia could feel her eyes welling up and her breathe becoming shaky. It had been the same the last time they had spoken and then the tears flowed and she truly had lost self-restraint then. She had always gotten the impression that making her cry, as he had often done, was one of Fitz’s favourite pastimes. He seemed to bask in those achievements. However, now she wouldn’t let him have that satisfaction.
She turned around, back towards him, and regained control of her breathing. “Think!” she thought, “think!” Dia wanted to be rid of this burden, she wanted to throw it to the wind and be done with it. “But how?” she whispered. She had to think but she could feel his eyes on her. She hugged herself, lifting herself up slightly. She sniffed quietly, wiping her eyes carefully, and turned to face Fitz. She was now in control.
“Fitz?” Dia said enquiringly gently, “what are you doing here?” She couldn’t quite figure that one out and it now began to bug her. She frowned at him, searching his face for the answer. “Your column is failing, your standard of writing is …” she looked deep into his eyes for the word “… plummeting, and you don’t actually have anything to do here?” Dia’s frown evaporated. Her straight face revealed little that was not already apparent. Her voice didn’t waver either; it was a steady as the wind over a dune. “Unless you are here for some other, some secret, malicious purpose I cannot find a reason for your being her … nor for your inflicting me so, with your false stories and twisted truths. So then tell me truthfully, why are you here, Fitz?”
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 27, 2007 11:15:58 GMT
The unerring way Dia looked at him had always unsettled Fitz, putting him rather on edge, but now it seemed all the worse; looking so intently into his face he couldn’t help but blink in confusion. Trying to remain steadfast in his resolve and looking keenly into Dia’s eyes he pondered; Dia was seemingly ignoring every word he said, or else absorbing to be used for sorrow at a late date; probably to fuel her own pity or degrade his character further he reckoned maliciously, as the biting truth of her words hit home and caused him anguish.
Feeling the need to retort and utter words in his own defence he smirked and paced around her “column failing eh? I rather think it’s quite the contrary, it’s about to be going ever upward, if my luck is in. My reasons for being here are my own, my agenda is to be known by myself only, but suffice to say I come back not for you, don’t flatter yourself so,” He came up behind her, placing his hands lightly upon her shoulders; of course they were tense. “Illy you’re as dear to me as ever, don’t you believe that I haven’t suffered too, I blundered because of my love; not a lack of it.”
Turning away he looked out of the nearest window, wishing his life were more simple in some ways, yet elated still in the trials he faced he looked with sorrow out onto the distant grounds below. He remembered times when the two had enjoyed pleasant company down there, without any problems between them.
“Believe me Illy, I do speak the truth to you; media interest is high upon the quadwizard tournament, I purpose to be the main storyteller. Your being here is a mere coincidence, in that I mean I wish not anymore hurt upon you.” Smiling he looked once more upon his old companion “please remember the good times we shared and dwell not so upon the evil. We had more fun than torment did we not?” He asked using his persuasive techniques and truthful nature as a whole, to good effect he purposed to settle his disputes with his dear Illy swiftly, he had never wished ill upon her and he so hoped he would believe and forgive him.
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 27, 2007 20:44:03 GMT
Dia remained calm, as she was circled like something’s prey. She stared straight at a spot on the wall ahead of her, mulling over what Fitz was saying. She could hear the sincerity in his voice, perhaps he does mean it ... She crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto the other foot, but is that what I’m hearing? She returned to thinking about what Fitz was actually saying.
"The Tournament," she whispered thoughtfully, "ah, yes, I should have known it would be the hot news that would bring you here and nothing more." I should have remembered that when it came to Fitz, it was all business and no ... She cut her thoughts off. Sighing, she said, "of course!" A part of her was disappointed but another was relived. He clearly wants nothing further to do with me, she thought.
"The good times were good," she said, smiling into some unseen distance, but then turning her attention to Fitz, she said more strongly, "but the bad times were more numerous, more affecting then the good. I will not forgive and will never forget but I can acknowledge your remorse, even though I do not necessarily think it is completely truthful." Her voice was low and cold, vindication and repugnance echoing in her words. "I shall be civil towards you, polite if I can manage that, but never for one second think that things could ever be like they were."
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 30, 2007 20:37:03 GMT
Fitz rolled his eyes, he'd hoped most fervently to delay their inevitable meeting for as long as humanely possible. Unforunately the fates had other ideas, he was seemingly incapable of escaping and her just accepting his truthful apology then moving on.
"I expected nothing more, nothing less, though evidently I hoped we would be more than just mere acquaintances." He said hopefully looking curiously into her eyes for any hint of emotion or remorse.
"But I see your dislike for me is as strong as ever, people change my dear yet you'll refuse to believe it whether I have or not." Turning away he stood with hands behind his back "it seems you've made an art of winding me up the wrong way, whenever I'm around you the truth spouts out, I can lie so easily to all others except you," he grumbled not wishing her to view the pained look upon his features "you know me better than I know myself most likely, or so you believe."
Wringing his hands and drawing a hand through his hair he murmered almost too low for human ears
"I'll keep on hoping."
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 31, 2007 17:31:03 GMT
Dia never knew that that was how he felt. Always they played the game of cat and mouse, their superfluous arguments going back and forth. But never in a million years would she have guessed that he felt so strongly about her.
She stared at him with new enlightenment twinkling in her eyes like the stars she loved so much. She ed her head, looking at him as though she had never seen him before and as though she had never been without him. She slowly stroked a lock of hair out of her eyes that had fallen. It was strange to think that all their fighting and bickering had all been to hid what they truly felt.
Dia couldn't say anything, what was there to say? All she could think to do was to round him, face him. Looking into his eyes, she took a step closer to him and smiled slightly. Slowly she put her hands on his waist and stepped even closer, never taking her eyes off of his. Then she slowly leaned in and their lips connected. Now she waited for him to reciprocate her actions.
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 31, 2007 21:04:33 GMT
Having turned away tears about to emerge and water his eyes most fully he had drawn a deep ragged breath, blinking through the tears that threatened to overspill he knew he'd done such wrong to Dia, and knew in his heart of hearts that the damage could never be undone, they were ruined forever. Since their parting no other had taken her place, only now on seeing her once again did the memories and love surface once more.
His love for her had never ceased he realised, though he had done irreperable damage, a hole had ever been in his heart, his love or rather lust, had betrayed him to many a woman, but there had always been this inescapable feeling of not being quite whole and fully himself.
Until now, he'd tried oh so hard to push her from his mind throughout the years, believing their match impossible even now as her eyes sparkled in that daring manor, even as her intricate arms clasped around his waist and even as her lips closed with his he couldn't believe what was happening, pure and fulfilling love coursed throughout his body, joy pumped in his heart, his eyes drew wide threatening to fall from their sockets, chest growing oh so tight he was surprised his mouth didn't hang open. The kiss, oh what a kiss, mirth he had never experienced before her lips so delicate and lucious, as she drew away he naturally licked his lips a look of ecstasy sketched upon his brow, longing in his eyes and his mouth hung open; pure shock and exhilaration.
Unable to believe what had taken place he felt an urge not to respond with a kiss, but to pinch himself; was he dreaming? But such a sweet and vivid dream, so tantalizingly real, within moments he must awaken how could this possibly be true? Didn't she dispise him and detest the very earth he walked upon? Hate to share the same air or be in the same room?
Most showing was his inability to speak, never in his living memory had he been speechless; at a loss for the correct words to display his strength of feeling, he stood in absolute awe and shock, worry creased his brow as he believed she couldn't possibly love him, was she plunging in the knife? Just as he had so many moons ago? So many questions to pose, yet all he could do was stare dumbly at her; unable even to back away nor move forwards. Trapped in this abysm of time all he could do was await a further action by Dia.
Such a deathly moment of silence descended upon them, perhaps Illy expected something from him he wondered, feverishly he tried unsuccessfully to engage his emotions tackle and subdue them, but they overpowered him, his ability with words lost, breathing in her distinctive tantalizing aroma he drew a ragged breath summoning up the courage to speak...
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Mar 31, 2007 22:38:52 GMT
Dia looked at Fitz's face. He seemed to be going through some internal turmoil. Dia smiled gently and she ran her hands up his torso and round his neck, locking her fingers there. She put her forehead against his and closed her eyes.
She began to think about the repercussions of what she had done. Could they ever be more involved them simply forgetting all that had passed between them? She knew in her heart that she couldn't do that, but nor could she deny her strong attraction to this man. "And what a man he has become!" Dia thought.
Then Illy looked at Fitz and frowned slightly, "is something wrong?" She could no long decide whether the look in his eyes was of regret or of something else, some questioning nerve that began to pulse softly in his head telling him ... something she could quite make out.
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Apr 1, 2007 10:30:50 GMT
Her touch raising his hairs on end Fitz couldn't help but wonder if she were playing with him, but what a game to participate in. Though further pain would be the likely outcome he couldn't help but wish so much better, though he didn't desire everlasting happiness with Dia; he knew this was no fairytale. The bitter realities of life had hit him time and time again and he would continue to strive through them, making the most of all opportunities coming his way.
Smiling now he began to feel less ill at ease, though ran a hand throguh his hair nonetheless; a clear sign of not being entirely satisfied with the situation. The smile gracing his lips lit up his features pronouncing them further. I wonder does she truly love me though? It was likely he would never know the truth, but being an opportunist yet still holding some common sense he uttered "of course nothing's wrong, how could it be?" Smirking he gazed into her eyes refraining from kissing her cheek, or more likely due to lust a full blown kiss on the lips.
"Are you sure about this though? I don't think I'm much improved from the foolish boy I was, but leastways I know to be far more thoughtful of your feelings." Smiling now bashfully he continued in a low voice his lips mere inches from hers
"My feelings for you are tenfold what they were before...yet still I fear hurting you...you're far to dear to me Illy." He declared with the utmost sencerity his expressionate eyes displaying his passionate love and strength of feeling.
Fitz wondered why he was using such a truthful strategy; why not just kiss the beautiful lady before him? Take the plunch? But something held him back, leaving him now oh so close to her, yet so far away. His arms hung loosely around her waist, usually the urge would have been far too strong to kiss a woman in his arms that he loved so fervently, but Illy was the pinnacle he didn't want anything to go wrong, yet try as he might the pure truth kept spouting out, if only the truth would be sufficient.
Lips hovering so close to hers he awaited a response from Dia still starstruck by the beauty of her eyes which he had admired for so long.
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