Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Mar 10, 2009 14:55:59 GMT -8
Back and forth, back and forth, that was what Emilia was doing within the Gryffindor Girl's Dormitory. The reason she was pacing was because of the Winter Dance. Yes, a dance, that was it, she was afraid to go down to a little dance. To any ordinary witch or wizard this would be a fun affair, dressing up looking pretty, dancing the night away, no to Emilia. This was torture. She wasn't a big fan of dresses, and now she wasn't a big fan of dances either. Reason being Dante Black, and his torture of her after the Valentine's Day dance, and then the attack of the school. She was pretty sure that the school wasn't going to be attacked tonight, but the biggest thing she was worried about was Dante. He was back, and was going to be at the dance. This thought made her stomach drop, and start to shake. Last time he attended the school's dance, he had practically killed her, and ruined the beautiful dress she was wearing. Now time has elapsed and here Emilia was again pacing, shaking, about a school dance.
It had been a big debate whether she would go or not, but her friends thought it would be good for her to go, and she consented. Besides Spee would be there. Upon thinking of Spee, Emilia felt her heart skip a few beats and her pale cheeks turned a light pink color. Yes, part of the reason why she was going, was because of Spee. She wanted to dance the night away in his arms, she wanted to show him how pretty she looked. She simply wanted to impress him. This crush of hers was growing, big time, and this dance was only going to make things worse for her. Finally stopping burning a whole in the carpet, Emilia flopped down on her bed, and looked at the clock. "Oh, it's five minutes till the dance...WHAT?!" She screeched, and immediately jumped up. "I have so much to do yet! I have to get dressed, do my hair, and my make up! Shoot!" Grabbing her dress she and her supplies she rushed off towards the bathroom.
After about fifteen minutes she walked out of the bathroom, a girl transformed. With staccato type clicking of her heels, Emilia raced down the stairs, through the Common Room, finally emerging from the portrait hole. All that Emilia could hear was the beating of her heart and the clicking of her heels down the corridors of the castle. Finally reaching the Great Hall, she faltered and her frantic running came to a stop. Feeling her heartbeat in her head, she was suddenly afraid to step into the light of the Great Hall, for she was hiding in the shadows. She didn't know if she could do this now, all the horrible memories came rushing back. No Emilia, you can do this, do not let the past destroy your present. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the light of the Great Hall.
She looked stunning in the light, all the facets of light were dancing off her silver dress (www.promdressshop.com/Prom-Dress-Flirt-P4372.aspx). Her pale skinned contrasted nicely with the gray tones of her dress. Her normally straight onyx locks, were curled, hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her bright aqua marine eyes were shimmering in the light surrounded by the gray tones of her make up. The ruby pennant around her neck simply shimmered. Starting to shake again, Emilia took a few more steps, anxious to see who was at the dance, anxious to know what the night would bring her.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Mar 10, 2009 17:24:38 GMT -8
Dante looked himself up and down in the mirror in the boys’ dormitory. He touched a scar on his cheek gently, caressing the imperfection. Backing away from his reflection, Dante frowned at himself. Not because of the scars he bore so proudly, but because he was wearing dress robes. He fidgeted with the collar a bit, adjusting is so it didn’t choke him. The hand-me-down shirt was starchy and uncomfortable, and the robes were just as bad.
By some cruel act of fate, the day Dante came back to Hogwarts was the day of the dance. Death Eaters attacked the school during the dance the last year, and Dante very nearly killed Emilia. I know she remembers that just as well as I do. “Oh yes, I remember. I remember how you twisted on the ground as I tortured you. I remember how you bashed my head with a rock. I remember how you let me hurt Diem. I remember everything, Emilia darling.” Dante murmured to himself as he slicked back his dirty-blond hair.
This night, though, Dante would control himself. He would behave and just try to enjoy the night with the least amount of drama possible. It would be bad enough having everybody stare at the “new kid”. Ha! I’m not as new as you all think. Dante figured that he would go downstairs for the party for a little, and then spend the rest of the night trying to find Diem. If it was the last thing he did, Dante was going to apologize to her.
After a long sigh and a swift glance at his watch, the boy decided it was time to make his entrance. Dante took one last look in the full length mirror and made his way toward the common room, where he exited into the dungeons. The soft pitter-patter of his dress shoes echoed in the empty corridors and filled his head. Thoughts in his mind kept zooming from Diem, to last year, to Emilia, and back to Diem again. But all the unorganized thoughts in his head stopped when he saw a figure stepping out of the shadows into the great hall.
Dante stared in disbelief. Emilia Silverstien was actually going to go to the dance. After all the pain he caused her last year, Dante thought that she’d stay in her dorm this time around. He adjusted his robes once again and followed the girl into the buzzing room. Some of the faces he recognized and some he did not. Dante cleared his throat and tapped Emilia on the shoulder, hoping to get her attention.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Mar 11, 2009 7:51:43 GMT -8
Walking through the crowd, Emilia felt uncomfortable and exposed. She felt uncomfortable for the simple fact she did not know how this night would turn out. She knew Dante would be here, and she didn't quite know if she could face him in this type of setting. After all the last dance she went to she ended up barely breathing, and she did not want a repeat of that tonight. She felt exposed for the dress was so revealing, at least in her eyes. She never dresses up like this, but instead opts for the jeans and a nice t-shirt on the days she doesn't have to wear her uniform. Biting her lip slightly she turned to head towards the refreshment table, maybe some pumpkin juice will calm her nerves.
That's when she felt a tap on her shoulder, freezing she turned around slowly, almost afraid of who had stopped her. Turning around with a smile on her face she saw the infamous Dante Black. Her smile faltered and instantly she was transported back to the Valentine's Day Dance. All she saw were flashes of that night. She remembers walking out of the dance to find Diem in Dante arms, then the fight, then the painful Crucio curse which made her shudder, then Voldemort, and then the fire. Yes, that's all she saw when she was staring into Dante's eyes. She was afraid of what would happen at this dance, but as she told herself earlier she wasn't going to let the past affect the present. Finding her voice finally she managed to squeak, "Hi Dante..."
It was then that she finally was able to take a good look at him. She hated to admit to herself but he did look handsome in his dress robes. He pulls off this look quite nicely At this thought a pink tinge began to appear upon her pale cheeks. Taking note of this she looked down and started to bite her lip. She was mad at herself for letting Dante have this effect upon her. She wished desperately that she could just erase him out of her life, but she couldn't. It seemed as if there lives were meant to be intersected, that they were meant to be involved with each others lives. Finding the courage to look up again Emilia looked at Dante once again, wondering what he was thinking, what he was going to say.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Mar 11, 2009 14:38:39 GMT -8
Dante gave a disappointed face as he felt Emilia tense up at the touch of his hand. He had hoped that things would go slightly more smoothly for them tonight, but they were already off to a rocky start. It was as if Dante was still the big scary bad guy that Emilia had to be on constant look out for. No, Emilia. That's Voldemort, and we're both watching out for him.
The pitiful squeak that she gave was in no way a good sign that she was warming up to him. He understood that she was still traumatized from last year, but he needed her to trust him if they were going to work together. They were on the same side now, and she had nothing to worry about. “Come on, don’t be like that,” he cooed. “I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”
After a quick look around the room, Dante turned his attention back to Emilia. He had to admit, she looked better than anyone else in the room. This might be because he lacked a personal connection with everyone else, and the fact that he dated her for some time probably helped to. Thinking back on it, Dante remembered their first kiss. The thought sparked a goofy smirk to appear on his face, which he promptly wiped away. Though he did wonder if she remembered it as fondly as he did.
Guilt loomed over him like a cloud. Why was he thinking of Silverstien this way when his heart was still devoted to Diem? Emilia and him ended their relationship long ago, and for good reasons. There was nothing between them anymore, and there never would be. There couldn't be.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
Posts: 628
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Mar 11, 2009 15:02:49 GMT -8
As Emilia gazed at Dante she noticed the wave of disappointment cross his face. She bit her lip harder, this time drawing blood. She knew that she had caused that disappointment, and she felt terrible. She knew they were both fighting the same person, but she couldn't help but feel defensive when it came to Dante. After all their rich history has caused her to be this way. All the times before this she had to be on her guard around him, and she was realizing now more than ever that old habits die hard. Sighing, a small smiled appeared on Emilia's face.
"I'm trying not to be, it's just hard. I feel like I always have to be on my guard, and well I used to have to be while I was around you. I know you won't hurt. I guess that's one thing I learned about you is that you do not go back on your promises." After stating this a genuine smile appeared upon her face illuminating her pale features. Looking at Dante once again, she was able to take a good look at him. She realized now why she fell for him in the first place. Despite the dominant, controlling personality he possesesd he was quite a handsome young man. He was also quite the charmer, even now. He was still able to charm her and calm her down. She didn't quite understand why he had that effect upon her, even now, after all the time that had passed.
She remembered being with Dante like it was yesterday. She fell for him hard, and that midnight picnick was simply amazing. She'll never forget how it felt being with him, and of course their kiss. She felt goose bumps erupt on her pale skin just thinking about their kiss. It was the best kiss of her life and her most memorable one. She just wondered if he still thought of it, if he still thought of her in that manner. She knew that even though she had repressed all their memories together and in a way hated him, she was still haunted by their times together. On more than one occasion she would dream of him, which caused her to pull out her old journals and re-read the entries from a year ago. As well as pull out the purple flower she had saved. She didn't know why she was thinking of Dante in this manner, and it slightly disturbed her. She couldn't fall for Dante, no not again. She didn't think her heart could take it.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Mar 11, 2009 15:29:33 GMT -8
Blood appeared around Emilia's lip, and Dante had to stop himself from wiping it away. For a moment he thought he was the one that drew the blood, almost on impulse. He was so used to all of Emilia's injuries being caused by him, and Dante knew he would have to get used to the idea that he was protecting her now and no longer causing her harm. Or so he hoped. Dante still wasn't confident that he had all of his anger toward Emilia under control.
As Emilia started to loosen up and even smile, Dante became increasingly pleased with himself. This proved that he could still charm Emilia, and therefore still had control over her. It was crucial to Dante that he remained in control and dominant in their newly formed relationship. If he kept her happy and feeling safe, then he was sure he could get whatever he wanted.
Dante returned the smile, "I am a man of my word, and I promise you that won't have to keep your guard up around me anymore." He smirked and said without thinking, "I was hoping that we could go back to the way it was before you hated me."
It was then that he realized he was the one who hated her first. He wanted to bring her to the top with him, but she wouldn't budge. Of course this infuriated the boy, as he had planned everything out. So Dante became violent and cruel toward Emilia, starting their spiral into mutual hatred and disgust. Eventually Dante found other friends who thought more like him, but the Death Eaters ended up betraying him too.
Dante's dreams of rising to the top had long since been dropped. Now he was only looking for people he could trust to not let him down. Awkwardly, Dante corrected himself, "Before we hated each other..."
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Mar 11, 2009 15:50:59 GMT -8
Emilia's smile faltered a bit when Dante said that they could go back to the way things were when "you didn't hate me." She only hated Dante because of what he did to her, how he humiliated her, and caused her so much pain. No, he caused her to hate him. Emilia thought about it about a million times and she determined that he made her hate him. When he decided that they could not be together, he did everything in his power to have her hate him. She was reluctant at first to hate him, but after all the attacks and the pain it was easy to do. He caused it to be natural for her to hate him. She never intended to hate him, but he made her. All she wanted to do was love him, but instead he turned her love for him into hate. He couldn't handle being with her because she had a mind of her own, which displeased him, and therefore did the only thing he could which was to make her hate him.
Looking back on it now, in this point of time, she was more than ready to let her hatred go. It was beginning to way her down, cause her more harm than good. She was tired of fighting her heart and her head, she was just tired. She was more than ready to let her hatred of Dante Black go, she was ready to become his friend again. She was going to try to trust him again, but not let him control her. She just wanted to clear her heart of hatred, she didn't need it in her life. She needed love, friendship, and stability in her life if she was going to make it through this battle alive. Looking around with her aqua marine eyes, Emilia felt like a new person. She was finally letting go of all the pain, the heartbreak, and the hatred. Allowing her eyes to fall upon Dante once again, she felt all the negative emotions she felt towards him melt away. She was realizing now that they were on the same side, fighting the same battle. Despite the fact that she did not trust him, she was going to learn too.
In a soft voice Emilia spoke, "I'd like it if we would start over again Dante. I'd like it if we can learn to trust each other. I've come to the conclusion that our fate is entangled, and that we have to fight this battle on the same side. We can't hate each other anymore, it's not possible. I've let my hatred go, and I hope one day you will too..." With this being said she looked down at her feet, awkwardly playing with her hands. She couldn't believe she was strong enough to say that, and she was more than terrified at what Dante would say to her. Praying and hoping for the best she waited, looking at nothing but her feet to afraid to face him.
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Dante Black
Slytherin
Sixth Year//Prefect
If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.
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Post by Dante Black on Mar 11, 2009 17:49:55 GMT -8
The falter in Emilia's smile was glaringly obvious to Dante, as he was staring right at her. He knew his bad slip up was the cause of this, and that what he added on the end couldn't make up for it. He was the one who started the hatred, and he couldn't let himself continue blaming Emilia for it. She deserved better than that from Dante. She deserved countless apologies, though they both knew Dante was too proud to give them. If only he would quit being such a pompous boy, maybe Dante could let down his pride to say what Emilia should have heard from him a long time ago. But, alas, it would never happen.
The stiff collar of Dante’s shirt rubbed against his neck, making the situation all the more uncomfortable for him. He was finding it hard to accept the facts and take the blame for something he did. Like an ocean wave slapping him in the face, Dante was realizing that so many things would be different if it weren’t for his mistakes. Emilia would never have had to experience so much pain; she would never have had to be scared of him. Diem could still be alive right now; it was Dante’s fault that she fought Inri alone. He wouldn’t be on the run right now if he hadn’t gotten involved with Voldemort in the first place.
Dante’s heart beat quickened, and he was thankful Emilia was looking toward the ground so she couldn’t see the fear and chaos stirring in his gray eyes. So many things were hitting him all at once, and he couldn’t believe it took a one-on-one conversation with Emilia Silverstien for it to happen. The truth was he stopped hating Emilia a long time ago. Ever since he ran away, there were no more feelings of abomination for her left inside him. Instead there was a frustrating void nothingness of a feeling that he couldn’t figure out.
“Shhh, let’s just start over, okay?" With a careful touch, Dante lifted Emilia's chin and awaited her gaze with a kind smile.
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Emilia Silverstien
Gryffindor
Sixth Year//Prefect
Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit ♥
Posts: 628
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Post by Emilia Silverstien on Mar 12, 2009 14:14:27 GMT -8
So many emotions were flowing through Emilia as she heard Dante comfort her, telling her that they could start over again. Relief had swept over her, for she wasn't sure if he felt the same way. His emotions were so hard to read, even to this day. When Emilia was with him, she wasn't able to read him, and apparently that was still true even to this day. Hearing Dante say that he wanted to start over was such a huge burden off of her shoulders. She was more than ready to, she was more than ready to let this night be a start of a new chapter in both of their lives. That relief soon morphed into happiness, for even though she fought so hard not to let Dante back in her life, knowing now that he was made her happy.
She felt as happy as she did when she had entered her old school over a year ago. Back then she was a quiet girl who mostly kept to herself but was extremely happy. Now it was hard to keep a smile on her face knowing each day was a constant battle for her life. Knowing that once again Dante was her ally, felt as though her life was in a way complete again. She felt as if her life was going back to normal, well as normal that a girl who was wanted by Voldemort could be. There had been a void in her life, that she never could figure out. Turns out that Dante Black was that missing link, that missing void. It scared her to realize this, but she knew it was the truth. Ever since their relationshiop ended, she was never able to properly get over Dante, she only turned her love into hate.
It would take her a while to reconcile her trust issues with Dante, but she was willingly to give it a try. It also would be hard for her to forget how her caused her so much physical pain, as well as emotional. Yet in time she knew her wounds would heal, she just had to be willingly to let them. That was her biggest obstacle was actually allowing all this go, but she knew it time it was possible. Her mother always told her that time heals all wounds Emilia believed this and was ready to let her wounds heal, let the healing process begin. Who knew that all it took was to have a real conversation with Dante Black to let the healing process begin.
Feeling Dante's gentle touch upon her chin, her heart skipped a few beats, and a pink tinge appeared upon her cheeks once again. This was one emotion that she couldn't explain. Why did Dante's gentle touch cause her heart to skip a few beats? She didn't feel that way about him anymore, did she? No, she couldn't, it wasn't possible. Yet her heart was telling her a different story. Meeting Dante's gray eyes with her aqua marine, she gave him a smile small. It was refreshing seeing a smile upon Dante's face, instead of his normal scowl. In a soft voice she said, "Alright. How do you propose we do that?"
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Post by sam on Mar 12, 2009 16:49:24 GMT -8
Spee stood in his dormitory, buttoning up his dress shirt. The butterflies in his stomach were increasing as the dance loomed just minutes away. He couldn't wait until he was able to see Emilia, and maybe even dance with her.
As he walked into the crowded room, it was easy to spot the girl he was looking for. She wore a beautiful dress that showed off the body he adored so much. The only problem was she was talking to a boy he didn't recognize. This mystery boy also happened to be touching Emilia's face, something he did not appreciate.
Jealously and rage filled Spee's mind. He began to make his way over to Emilia. "Hey, Emilia," he said with a confused and hurt look on his face. "Who's your friend?"
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