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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 11, 2012 3:58:11 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isabelle walked through the courtyard of the castle, her nose stuck in a book as usual. If only her life could be as wonderful and exciting as they were in the books she read. Yes, they were all fiction, and she should probably spend a little more time on her studdies, but the only classes that really held her interest was History of Magic and Muggle Studies. She enjoyed the History of Magic because at least there was some sort of adventure and people from places she didn't understand but wanted to get to know, and with Muggle Studies, she could appreciate her heritage more. Plus, having grown up with a muggle father, and in a muggle community, she was able to add to class discussions. Most of the students didn't enjoy all the things she had to say, except for the fact that she took up most of the time and they didn't have to listen to the professor, but the professor loved all she had to add to the class discussions. It was more often than not just the two of them discussing, but it at least passed the time.
But what she really enjoyed were stories of distant lands, lands she wouldn't give up being able to go to no matter how much her future loomed in front of her, daring sword fights, where the guy always defends the girl, magic spells... alright, so she had that here, and she was actually begininng to wonder what all the infatuation she had with that was... But there was one thing she still wanted for her life. To meet a handsome prince in disguise. Alright, so there was no way a prince would ever take interest in her. She was a witch after all. What prince would want to be with someone as "odd" or "peculiar" as she was? There were certain things that Isabelle wanted out of her life, and she wasn't about to give up her dreams just because her father had made an arrangement that she had no say over. She had only been an infant at the time. It was not as though she could say "Papa, I do not wish to marry him," but that had not been an option to her at the time. She could do extraordinary things, but her vocabulary, especially as extensive as it was now, hadn't developed until later.
She sat down on a stump a few yards away from the entrance to her common room. She didn't even have to look to know where she was. She could just walk around, her nose buried deep within the pages of her book, and not run into people or other objects. And as she came up to the stump, she kept hold of the book in one hand and used her other hand to smooth down the length of her flowing Wonderland robe underneath her bottom so she could sit without wrinkling her robe or her skirt she had on beneath.Being a part of the Wonderland House was something she was very proud of. She didn't like the rivalry that was amongst the houses, she didn't believe the Wonderland House was any better than the rest of them, but she felt she belonged in it. When they had placed the hat on her head, purple with silver stars that seemed to glisten like the stars in the night sky, Isabelle had been so nervous. She had no idea what house she shoudl belong to. She wasn't so sure she wanted to be in Shanghai. From the looks of things, they all had the biggest egos in the world, and she was sure she'd never fit in with them. But she had been placed in the Wonderland House, and it was there she actually felt accepted. They didn't judge. They didn't think she should be something she wasn't. They didn't expect something from her she couldn't give. They accepted her for who and what she was.
Turning the page of her book, she smiled. This was her favorite part. It was amazing. It was her favorite part because it was when the heroine met the prince, but the great part about it was that she didn't discover he was a prince until chapter three. Yes, it was her favorite book, and she'd probably read it more times than she'd willingly admit, but it was almost as though she was reading it for the first time every time she read it. She could picture different people and different locations as she read it. Even if it was set in a certain place, she could still imagine the terrain, imagine the buildings, imagine the people all looked different than they did the last time she read it. That was one reason why reading never got boring for her. Even though she may have read a book time and time again, she could always find something new about it to catch her interest. She loved reading, and aside from riding Phillipe, whom she missed almost as much as her papa, it was her most favorite thing in the world to do, and nothing could ever change that. ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 863tag ❀ Beausong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Beau Trent on Jun 13, 2012 22:51:25 GMT -5
Beau hated being in the courtyard, in fact, he avoided it best he could, but for today, he was stuck trudging through it. Through the stupid flowers, the stupid sunshine, and the stupid people. It was why he had such a hard time coming here to begin with when his grandfather demanded it. He didn't want to be stuck around people who laughed and smiled all day, as if the world didn't suck. As if his mother wasn't dead. He didn't want that at all. But yet, here he was stuck.
He did his best on most days to avoid the general public, but today, he was forced to go through the courtyard, and he felt every inch of his anger grow deep in his body. He hated the smiles, especially hers. Her nose was stuck in a damn book, smiling like it was the best damn thing in the world. And it made him so angry he couldn't control his rage. How could she be so damn happy over something so simple and he couldn't even smile? How was it fair? How did she get the right and he didn't? How did Belle get to have happiness when he had none? How did anyone get to have it when he hadn't since he was eleven years old? He moved over to her, grabbing her book, snapping it shut as he tossed it aside.
"Why do you always smile like that when you're reading? I've never in my life seen so much happiness over little stupid pieces of paper.. it can't seriously be that amazing!" He grabbed the book off the grass and tossed it in the fountain, looking back at her. "You know that smile of yours can make a man melt, or piss him off to no end, guess which end I'm on?" He took in a sharp breath, staring hard at her, wishing he could apologize for what he did, but knowing if he did she'd see something was wrong. And he didn't want anyone to ever think anything was wrong because then they'd ask, and if they asked, he'd be forced to relive all the bad memories. He'd be forced to remember what those roses to his right meant and then he'd really self destruct. And the idea of losing the last bit of self control Beau had scared him terribly. Because after it was gone, after the blanket he put around himself was gone, then what would he have? Nothing and nobody. Not even his anger to keep him company. |
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 13, 2012 23:41:23 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isabelle hadn't even notice anyone had walked up to her before they had ripped her book from her grasp. Her mouth dropped open and she squinted through the setting sunlight to see who was the thief. Glaring, sh held my hand up over my eyes and stood in a huff. He tossed the book aside and Isa was about to run after it before he stepped in front of her and tossed it in the … in the fountain this time! “How dare you!” she snapped at him, but he didn't even pay what she was saying any mind. He continued to chastise her... for what? Being happy. He was a horrible … mean, mean man. Yes, everyone else called him the Beast of WDA, but Isa looked at that as being too rude. She didn't call anyone names, and she wasn't going ot start with him.
Why couldn't he just be nice? Why couldn't he just leave her alone like he did everyone else. No, it was like her particularly went out of his way to be mean to her. No one else, just her! Why he had to be that way was beyond her. When she had told Papa that this boy at the academy was rude to her, like specifically rude to her, he had told her that the boy probably had a crush on her. A crush? That was the farthest thing that could be a possibility. Beauregard Trent could NEVER have a crush on anyone. He was too cold and too cruel to ever have a crush on anyone. Even so, why would Papa tell her that knowing that she couldn't do anything about anyone else liking her if she was betrothed to begin with. She was sure he was just playing with her, but she didn't mind. He had to give her some nice reason as to why the boy was acting like he was.
“If you don't like my smiling,” Isabelle said, side skirting around the boy, and pulling her book out of the fountain, “then why do you go out of your way to bother me?” She frowned as she pulled her book from the depths of the water. Turning to glare at him, she shook at the excess water. “Seriously, how would you like it if someone took something you really liked and ruined it?” Isa held the book so the pages could air out slightly as she spoke to him. “Oh, I forgot. I'm pretty sure that there's nothing that you really care about. They'd probably have to tear off one of your limbs or make you bald or something. Would anything hurt you as much as what you do to hurt others? And why is it meeeee who you're always going out of your way to hurt specifically? Do you get some cheap thrill out of it? Because, if so, I'm going to tell you you can stop right now.” ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 496tag ❀ Beausong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Beau Trent on Jun 14, 2012 21:16:25 GMT -5
“If you don't like my smiling,” She snapped at Beau, going over to the fountain to pull out the mess of wet paper from it. Beau didn't understand it, but sat quietly and watched. “then why do you go out of your way to bother me?” He glared at her hard, watching her pull her book out, as if the stupid mess could be fixed. It couldn't and Beau made sure of that. That way she couldn't be all happy and perky and smiley.
“Seriously, how would you like it if someone took something you really liked and ruined it?” His shoulders tensed, his mouth drawing in a tight line. “Oh, I forgot. I'm pretty sure that there's nothing that you really care about. They'd probably have to tear off one of your limbs or make you bald or something. Would anything hurt you as much as what you do to hurt others? And why is it meeeee who you're always going out of your way to hurt specifically? Do you get some cheap thrill out of it? Because, if so, I'm going to tell you you can stop right now.”
Beau stepped closer to Belle, grabbing her book and tossing it back in the water, glaring hard at her. "You have no idea what you're talking about, little girl. You have no idea how much can and does hurt me." Beau pushed past her, walked away some and came back toward the fountain, reaching inside it and snapping up the book he had thrown not once but twice in the water. He knew if he didn't grab it, she'd just grab the damn thing again, so this way, she couldn't get her hands on it.
The smile haunted Beau as he turned back to her. But what haunted him more was her frown. Her sadness. He didn't even look at her as he handed her the book back and walked away, regretting even coming in the damn courtyard to begin with. He could only hope his legs worked fast enough so he could get out of it before anyone noticed him and tried to be nice. |
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 16, 2012 22:21:54 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isabelle watched as Beau walked away. Why did he seem so sad? Well, she was sure he had feelings, but he never let them show. Why was today different from any other? Yes, he was always going out of his way to be a little bit rude to her. He didn't even bother with other people. He simply walked past them. With Isa, he specifically went out of his way to give her a bad time... She didn't want to believe what her papa said, but it was better than the alternative, right? Lots of people thought she was odd, but to think for one moment that Beau actually hated her. No one had ever really hated her before, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be hated. She didn't know if she could handle being hated. No one ever hated her... Did they?
She took her scarf off her neck and wrapped it around her book. She didn't have her wand on her, and the students weren't allowed to practice magic out of class time. Someone always knew when they did. How they knew was beyond her... I guess it was her muggle brain that didn't understand somethings. But if she could, she'd use her wand and use one of the spells she'd learned during her third year at the academy to repair it. She couldn't even remember what the spell was, but if she needed to, she could always go to one of the professors and see if they would fix it for her. But that wasn't her concern right now. She had to figure out why Beau didn't like her.
Running after him, she held her covered book against her chest. "Beau," she called out, coming up beside him. Trying to stay up with him, as quickly as he was walking. She knew he was trying to get rid of her, but she had to know why he was so rude. "You didn't answer my question back there." Most people he glared out or to some extents, he would growl at them, like literally growl. It was part of the reason why he had gotten the nickname "Beast" to begin with. She didn't think it was fair. He had to be misunderstood. She was a firm believer in there being good in everyone. She just had to find the good in Beau. She knew it existed, even if no one but Isa could find it, she knew it had to be there.
Maybe he had answered her, but it had been so cryptic, she couldn't really tell. "What do you mean, I have no idea what can and does hurt you?" She grabbed his arm, knowing that many others had been blown away just for touching him, or even looking at him the wrong way. He was a pretty powerful wizard, even for being just 16 years old. He was more powerful than most older witches and wizards. But she took the risk. He may knock her on her rear, but she was willing to take the risk. "You don't have to push everyone away. Have you ever thought that there may be some people in this world you may be able to get along with? Not everyone has to be your mortal enemy!"
She pulled her hand back, crossing her arms over her breasts. "I don't know why you ignore everyone else here on campus, but when it comes to me, you go out of your way specifically to ... to what? Make me as miserable as you are?" She gave him a soft smile, even though she knew it would only infuriate him more. "It won't work." Alright, so maybe she was egging him on. She was probably making him more pissed off by the moment, but she really just wanted to have him like her. Was it so hard for him to like her? Seriously? She knew that nothing could ever happen between them, she was engaged to be married... a long, 16-year engagement so far, and it will have almost 2 more years before they got married anyway, but that didn't mean she couldnt' have friends and fun until then, right? ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 699tag ❀ Beausong ❀ If You Can Dream
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Post by Beau Trent on Jun 18, 2012 16:37:11 GMT -5
"Beau," Beau closed his eyes, letting out a soft grunt. Why couldn't the blasted woman just leave him alone? Seriously? Sure, he had started it, but he walked away and she should've just let him! "You didn't answer my question back there." And he didn't plan on it. He wasn't much of a talker and he surely wasn't doing it now when he was annoyed as is. "What do you mean, I have no idea what can and does hurt you?" Beau stopped quickly, whipping around, letting out a loud grunt of annoyance. Now not only was she speaking to him when he didn't like her but touching him! She was asking for trouble!
"You don't have to push everyone away. Have you ever thought that there may be some people in this world you may be able to get along with? Not everyone has to be your mortal enemy!" He barely heard what she said because he was too busy glaring at the hand on him. She recoiled it back and he felt himself soften some. Not much. But he didn't feel as tense. "I don't know why you ignore everyone else here on campus, but when it comes to me, you go out of your way specifically to ... to what? Make me as miserable as you are?"
She smiled at him. The arrogant little bitch SMILED at him! Knowing it bothered him and she still did! She was trying to piss him off. It was more apparent then ever! "It won't work." He stepped closer to her, just a breath away. He could even feel her body heat. "It would be wise not to ever touch me again, do you understand, Isabelle? Because next time I won't be so generous. And it would also be just as wise to stay away from me, because I'm not in the mood for your little girl games. There is nothing special about you. Stop believing it." Beau turned and left her standing there. |
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Post by Isabelle Beaulieu on Jun 18, 2012 22:32:56 GMT -5
If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb
❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀ Isa stood there, inhaling deeply. Why did someone have to be so rude? She knew it was just her. She was cold, callous and ignored everyone else, but to him, seriously, he had come straight over to her and did his best to hurt her. She wasn't going to let anything he did hurt her though. Standing there with her arms wrapped over her brests, she did her best not to start crying. She needed to find Meg and talk to her. She could go to Arie or even Sidney, but she needed Meg. Meg was the only one who TRULY understood her. She had her own issues with people she had agreements with, or rather agreements that their parents had made that they had no control over. She needed Meg.
She watched as Beau walked off and quickly wiped away a tear. Why did she let him affect her so completely? Did she actually believe what Papa said? Does he like her? "There is nothing special about you. Stop believing it." No... There was no way he liked her... He wouldn't be so mean and hurtful if he liked her at all. But why did it matter to her? It's not like she could be with him even if he did like her. She was already promised to someone else. She couldn't let herself like someone else. She had to give her heart to a man she could never love.
Love? She doesn't LOVE Beau? He's mean. He's the coldest guy she's ever known. She could never love someone like him. She had to find Meg. She seriously had to find her so she could talk her through this. Turning away, she headed toward the school in a different way than Beau had walked off. She didn't want him to think that she was following him again. Well, she had followed him off that last time, but she wasn't going to now. Not after the way he made her feel. She decided to head to the Wonderland House so she could drop off her book in her room and then she'd head out to find Meg. ●●●●●●●●● ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ●●●●●●●●● words [/color] ❀ 357tag ❀ Beausong ❀ If You Can Dream
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