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Topic Started: Jun 11 2010, 01:04 AM (370 Views)
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Eleanor Potter
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Jun 11 2010, 01:04 AM
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Pushing back tears once more, Eleanor tried not to think of her boy. She couldn't believe that William had passed - there was no way her bright busy boy had left this world. His spirit was too strong. She hoped to Merlin that he would just come back to her one day, though she knew that this might not ever happen. At least she still had Wesley. If not, Eleanor might have gone insane. People probably already thought she was crazy. When she was hiding herself up in her office, she was out being incredibly social, laughing and having a good time. That was, of course, when she wasn't with Victor at Headquarters, trying to talk him out of yet another raid. They couldn't afford anymore, not while dealing with the blow of losing William Donnohan. And Rowan had injured his leg... The thoughts of the man entered her mind, and no matter how much she didn't want to think about him, she couldn't help it. They had been so close once, taking tea, planning lessons, getting riled up about the Order. And then after Hogwarts, he had simply stopped speaking to her. He had offered a few words on condolences for William, and then he had just left her.
She was doing her weekly rounds, and had ended up in the Dungeons when she had gotten caught by surprise. A student had left out a Fizzing Whizbee, and she had tripped over it, scraping up her arms and hands in the fall, hitting her head against the wall. "Bloody hell!" she swore, sitting up. It was so damn dark in there that she hadn't seen a thing. Eleanor had just been walking, and then her foot hit something and the stone floor had rushed up to meet her. Letting out a few other choice swearwords, Eleanor began to pick herself up again. She heard a pair of footsteps, heels tapping lightly, yet unevenly, against the stone floor. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her hair out of her eyes and pulled herself off of the ground, hoping she hadn't just made a fool out of herself in front of some third year.
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Rowan Hallow
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Jun 11 2010, 01:24 AM
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Rowan Hallow was in a foul mood. On top of his leg still acting up, Edmund Frost had been named Minister of Magic the day before. It was all over the Prophet, saying that it was a landslide victory. Of course it was. The Wizengamot had Dark Force written all over it. It made the Potions master sick, but he would have to deal. He was just heading from the Potions lab to his office. He had several more papers to grade, and he needed to cut up some more mandrake roots. The students had felt his wrath earlier though. twenty detentions. That was the most he had ever given out in one day of classes. He always demanded perfection, and today he punished those who did not give him full effort. He could hear the groans and the hushed conversations, but his mind was elsewhere. How in Merlin's name would the Order be able to do anything with the Ministry in the Dark Force's back pocket? It was ludicrous. Soon enough, however, his attention was brought to something entirely different as he turned a corner. Eleanor Potter had tripped over a Fizzing Whizbee. "Bloody hell!" The fall looked quite nasty, and he felt his feet moving under him quickly. As quickly as he could move anyways with his bad leg. His cane pounded against the stone floor quietly as he reached the professor who was now standing up. Her hands and arms were cut badly, and he knew that her head might be bleeding as well. Their eyes met in a gaze as he reached her. "And you used to play Quidditch," He stated sarcastically, putting a firm hand on her shoulder. Turning her around slightly, he peered at her head. Her head was indeed cut open. Turning her back around, he looked at her sternly. "Follow me, I have potions for this," he said simply before walking past her to his room which was further down the corridor. As they walked to his office, he thought silently about the woman slightly behind him. At one time, they were close friends. She was one of the few that took his dry personality as a joke and went along with it. She never backed down to his sometimes snide remarks, and he had found himself enjoying her company. She was a bright mind, and a soothing soul to be around. But there wasn't many words exchanged between the two since the Seige... Opening the door to his office, he limped over to one of the cabinets. "Sit down, sit down," He said forcefully. Grabbing two vials, he turned back and walked over to her. Handing her one, he opened the other which contained a purple liquid. "You need to be more careful, Eleanor. We already have enough people hurt as it is," He said bitterly. He despised being handicapped like this. He couldn't do what he was able to before. He was a capable dueler, and not bad with his wand at all. But without two good legs, he was a standing target. A shield charm could only last for so long. "Take that, and then take this. It'll help stop the bleeding and numb the pain."
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Eleanor Potter
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Jun 11 2010, 01:53 AM
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No, it was someone worse than a third year. It was Rowan Hallow himself. Eleanor felt her face redden, looking away from him. "And you used to play Quidditch," he said sarcastically. She only glared at him. Oh, so now he was talking to her? Now that she had busted her arse in the middle of the hallway, he wanted to see if she was okay? "It was an accident," she tried feebly, allowed him to turn her body so that he could see her head. He was right - she had been a Quidditch player, and she knew when she was bleeding and when she wasn't. "It's just a scratch," she tried. His stern glare was almost more than she could stand. Times like this, she just wanted to slap him and get it through his thick skull. But get what? "Follow me, I have potions for this," he said, and started walking, not even bothering to look back and see if she was following. Because he knew that she would. That was one thing about Rowan - people listened to him. Even Victor. Because, well, most of the time he was right. Most of the time, anyway. "Sit down, sit down," he told her, and she did so. She could feel the blood dripping down her arms and neck, and pushed her hair out of the way as she began to clean herself up. She wasn't a child, she could take care of herself. But it had been a rather nasty fall... Rowan came back over to her, and she looked up at him, feeling a bit dizzy from the head wound. "You need to be more careful, Eleanor. We already have enough people hurt as it is," he said, and she winced. "It was just a bloody scratch, Rowan. I'll be fine," she said, rather harshly, but she drank the potion anyway, because even though she had already cleaned up what blood there was, she could feel more dripping down the side of her face again. Head wounds always did bleed a frightening amount.
She'd seen Rowan with a wand - he was bloody fantastic. A bad leg wasn't going to slow him down that much. And if it did, she would be right there behind him, having his back like always. She was one of what the Order considered to be the Top Three when it came to fighting - she, Victor, and William had made a Terrible Trio, and now they were down to two. Her instincts told her that Rowan should have been an Auror, that was until you had one of his potions. She had been getting Kainan's Wolfesbane from him for a year now, even though she knew that Rowan despised the werewolf. Yet he brewed the potions anyway. "Take that, and then take this. It'll help stop the bleeding and numb the pain." Again, she did as he told her. "Thank you," she said, looking away from him. Putting both hands on the chair she had seated herself in, she stood up to leave quickly - too quickly. Her head spun instantly, and her legs suddenly lost all of their strength as she fell into him. He probably wouldn't have been able to catch her, if there hadn't been a wall directly behind them. His cane clattered to the floor as she closed her eyes, pressed against him. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice lower than a whisper, yet full of apology. "I... I stood up too fast." Looking up into those blue eyes, she found that her own were full of questioning as she began to right herself. Taking deep breaths, she bent down, grabbed his cane, and handed it back to him. She was still a bit dizzy, but Eleanor was stable for the time being. "You didn't have to help me," she said. "You didn't have to make those for me. And you don't have to make those Wolfesbane potions, either. When speaking to me is such a task for you, I don't understand why you even bother." Yes, that was hurt in her voice, though she tried her damnedest not to show it. Rowan was always so strong, so detached and cold. She wasn't going to be anything but the same.
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Rowan Hallow
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Jun 11 2010, 02:13 AM
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"You need to be more careful, Eleanor. We already have enough people hurt as it is." He heard her wince, but didn't pay any attention to it. He needed to keep this impersonal, even if he knew that was futile. "It was just a bloody scratch, Rowan. I'll be fine," she replied harshly. Rowan merely glared at her. "You could also have a concussion. Something that is to never be taken lightly," he said dryly, not holding any sarcasm this time. He did not take any injuries lightly. He was a serious man to begin with, and he didn't underestimate anything. Unless of course if it was one Kainan Ellwood. But he was a diferent story. He had never liked the young man, and what he was only added fuel to the flame. Shaking his head, he tried not to think about the werewolf. "Take that, and then take this. It'll help stop the bleeding and numb the pain." Taking his wand out, he began to patch up her cuts. They were the easiest thing to do, something that most fourth years should be able to do. Now, if there were actually any sixth years that could properly seal up a cut... he wasn't so sure. He always thought the school should teach Healing, and he would continue to try to persuade Aurelia of just that. Maybe next year...
"Thank you," she said, trying not to look at him. Peering up at her as he finished healing her cuts, he replied quietly, "You're welcome." Inside, this was killing him. Being distant with her was a terrible idea, but he needed to be. There was no reason to be close with her like before when in all likelyhood he would end up losing her. Whether it was him dying or her... merlin, he didn't want to think about that. He wanted to apologize to her right then, but he held back. This was better. He was telling himself that over and over again when Eleanor sat up. She was moving too quickly and he saw her begin to fall. Instinctively, he moved to grab her, his cane clattering on the ground in the process. Thankfully, there was a wall there that they fell back into. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice lower than a whisper, yet full of apology. "I... I stood up too fast." He would've normally said something sarcastic, but he was too concerned about her. Their eyes met, and he hoped his full worry wasn't showing. She moved to get his cane as they righted themselves. Up on his own now, he bit back his own words as she began to speak. "You didn't have to help me. You didn't have to make those for me. And you don't have to make those Wolfesbane potions, either. When speaking to me is such a task for you, I don't understand why you even bother." Shaking his head, he looked down for a moment. "I do what I do because it's what's right. I helped you because you're my friend. I make those Wolfsbane potions because Ellwood is on our side." He paused, not fully believing himself when he said that. "And I didn't talk to you because it was easier. Or I thought. But not talking to you was harder than I ever could imagine. I mean... isn't it obvious?" He asked, his eyes moving to hers. His blue eyes showed just what he was feeling. Just what he felt for her. It really was obvious. "Isn't it obvious why I try so hard to stay away, yet came to help you so quickly?"
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Eleanor Potter
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Jun 11 2010, 02:41 AM
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Eleanor should have known better than to argue with Rowan. People who did so usually came out worse for their wear, with an ego-bruising and lowered self-esteem. "You could also have a concussion. Something that is to never be taken lightly," he replied, all sarcasm gone. She let out a soft sigh, letting it drop. She didn't want to argue; she was just glad that he was talking to her. She had missed his company more than she had imagined possible. He was serious, sarcastic, but he was also intelligent, and he understood her. As his skin touched hers, she watched him heal her scrapes. She could have done so, but Healing had never been her specialty. Not like Rose. "You're welcome," came the simple reply. Eleanor had to admit, not being close with him anymore hurt more than a few cuts could ever. She missed the way he looked at her, almost as if he were looking for an answer, and then give her a small, wry smile, his eyes full of something she would never be able to identify. It was her favorite look on him. When she felt against him, she didn't want to admit that she liked being that close to him, that she actually almost appreciated the physical contact. It must have been her disoriented state. She might have a concussion after all. "You didn't have to help me. You didn't have to make those for me. And you don't have to make those Wolfesbane potions, either. When speaking to me is such a task for you, I don't understand why you even bother."
"I do what I do because it's what's right. I helped you because you're my friend. I make those Wolfsbane potions because Ellwood is on our side." Eleanor looked at him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "That's hard to believe," she said. It was a well known fact that Rowan hated Kainan, the reason for which Eleanor had never understood. Maybe that was why she had taken the werewolf under her wing, so to speak, because Rowan, like the rest of the Wizarding world, treated him so harshly. Then again, Rowan treated everyone harshly. "And I didn't talk to you because it was easier. Or I thought. But not talking to you was harder than I ever could imagine. I mean... isn't it obvious?" Eleanor looked up to met his eyes and was shocked by what she saw in them. It couldn't be... could it? His blue eyes gazed into hers, showing emotion for the first time in what felt like years. She took a step closer, her own dark eyes full of question. Was this a game? Was it possible that after all of these years, Rowan had developed feelings for her? "Isn't it obvious why I try so hard to stay away, yet came to help you so quickly?" he asked. Eleanor's mouth fell open for a moment as she tried to speak, but nothing came out. Finally, she bit her lip, looking away. "No, Rowan. It isn't obvious," she told him, her voice catching slightly. "I had no idea." And she really hadn't. She'd had no idea why he'd chosen her to get close to, to be friends with, and then pulled away at the first sign of danger. "I..." she tried, biting her lip again, her eyes moving up again to meet his. There was nothing to say. Instead of words, she moved another step closer, until they were but a few inches apart. She slipped her hand into his free one, the other coming to rest lightly, hesitantly, on his chest. "Rowan, I..." she tried one more time, but she could not find the words for how she felt.
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Rowan Hallow
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Jun 11 2010, 12:03 PM
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"Isn't it obvious why I try so hard to stay away, yet came to help you so quickly?" He saw her mouth drop open, and if this wasn't such a serious moment, Rowan would've commented on it. Instead, he stood there, anxiety rushing through him. He had no clue as to what she would say. He knew that she, too, enjoyed being around him. She truly liked having him as a friend. But a friend was much different than what he was yearning to be. He was also forty-six, eight years her senior. He wasn't an old man by any accounts, but still older. Who would want that, especially when they were as youthful as Eleanor Potter? All of these things had crossed his mind before, but not one dared to do that now. His mind was purely on the woman in front of him, the one who had pushed her way into his life somehow and refused to let go. He knew it was a mistake to have said anything, but damn it all to hell. He was tired of lying to her. "No, Rowan. It isn't obvious," she told him, her voice catching slightly. "I had no idea." And she really didn't. Was he already regretting this? No, he couldn't. What was done was done. He had told her how he felt, albeit in an offcollar way. She would know, Eleanor would figure it out if she looked into his eyes long enough. He felt her moving closer to him, and he did not dare to move his eyes from her.
"I..." She was now right in front of him. He felt her hand slip into his own, and his fingers involuntarily linked with hers. Her other hand moed to his chest as a hesitant presence. He looked down at it for only a second before meeting her eyes again. She was confused, having no idea that he had felt this way for her. But she was close to him. Her hands were on him, and Rowan felt a surge of 'Oh-what-the-hell' go through with him, and as she went to speak again, Rowan, I..." Rowan slipped his hand from hers and brought it to the back of her neck. "You don't have to say anything," he said softly before bending down and kissing her. It was not a small, innocent kiss, but a deep, forceful kiss that she would either be turned on by or disgusted with. This was something he had wanted for so long, and he wasn't going to half-ass it. He never half-assed anything. it was always all in, and matters such as this were no different. He moved her closer until her back was against the wall, all the while keeping the kiss. His lips felt as if they were on fire, and he needed them to burn more from Eleanor's touch.
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Eleanor Potter
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Jun 11 2010, 12:28 PM
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Eleanor feelings for Rowan had always been complicated. He was a strong man, something she respected, and though she might not always agree with them, he was set in his opinions and he wasn't about to let someone easily sway him. He had always been courageous in battles, and even though he was claimed to be the toughest of professors, she had seen him work with students one-on-one. Even if the student thought he was being cruel, they would have had to have known him to know that he actually care. Part of her had always hoped that he would care about her. Eleanor had pushed her way into his life because she saw a great man underneath his rough exterior, even if everyone else thought he was an arse. And she had found the great man. Her own personal feelings, however, she had forced into the locked part of her heart, thinking that it would never work, that he would never feel the same. Yet here she was, her hand on his chest, those blue eyes devouring her soul. "You don't have to say anything," he said, before his lips were upon hers. Every part of Eleanor longed for him. It had been so long since her last kiss - years, even - that this one simple bit of affection turned her upside down. It was a forceful kiss, one that only turned her on even more.
Her other hand moved to his chest as they back up against the wall, her breath catching in her throat for a moment. As she deepened the kiss, a soft noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh escaped her. Every part of her skin crawled, and she had a hard time containing herself to just kissing him. Her hands moved to his shoulders, up his neck and in his hair. How many times had she imagined this in her head? How many times had she wished for this? Too many, that was for damn sure. She pulled her wand out of her pocket and made sure that the door was closed and locked - this would be a hard one to explain to the children.
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Jun 11 2010, 12:42 PM
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He did not stop the intensity in which he kissed her. It felt too good. Her lips were soft, and they felt great against his own. He wanted more, and he was pretty sure he would receive more. He felt her hands run up his shoulders, past his nick, and through his hair. He grunted into her kiss, deepening it even more as he felt himself moving closer to her, his body against hers. This was years of pent up sexual frustration all coming out through one kiss, and it was hard to funnel it all out with just that. He felt as if he needed to do something else, and Eleanor's hands spoke for her in agreement. If he were capable of sane thought, he would be cursing himself for doing this. It would only lead to heartbreak, someone getting hurt. Who knew how they would be able to live after this... and if one of them were to leave the world... He did not want to put Eleanor through that again. She didn't deserve to lose three people like that. She was too great of a person. But none of this was crossing his mind. This would only reach him hours after this moment, after the adrenaline stopped pumping through him. Right now, his mind was focused on the woman who was pressed tightly against him. He hadn't had anything like this in years. While he had met the occasional girls at the bar, they were unemotional. More business than pleasure. Oh, there was pleasure of course, but nothing behind it. Empty. Unfulfilling.
This was more than just fulfilling. Not being able to handle it much more, stepped back, bringing her with her slowly. Navigating around the room with his cane, he stopped once she was at his desk. Pushing her against it, he moved his hand down under her dress, his hands gripping on the side of her undergarments. Moving his lips down to her neck, he kissed her roughly as her they fell to the ground. She was now sitting atop his desk, and he felt her fumbling for his trousers. Dropping his cane to the side, he was able to keep himsefl up with her help and the desk. His hands now moved freely around her body, pulling at her clothes like a fierce animal. This wasn't some slow, lovemaking that one would see as a virgin. They were two people who had seen far more than people should see. They knew what they wanted, and Rowan was glad with getting right to the point. Moving closer to her, he grunted in her ear, finally funneling all of his frustration out on her.
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Eleanor Potter
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Jun 11 2010, 01:19 PM
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Eleanor did not go into this conversation hoping that he would kiss her, and she hadn't gone into this kiss thinking it would lead to something more. She had learned long ago to live in the moment, and not expect anything more than you were given. The professors weren't thinking about tomorrow, or the next day, or the next raid. She wasn't thinking about what she would do if Rowan was killed. The war made you think crazy things, made you leave people for their safety, or finally tell someone how you feel about them. The war affected everyone, no matter if you were in the Order, or you didn't care to get involved. For Eleanor, it had made her realize that nothing is real until it's gone, to cherish everything that she had been given. As Rowan pulled her over to his desk, she bit her lip, hardly able to contain herself. There was no awkward side talk, no fumbling. Rowan's experienced hands pulling up her dress, her own nimble fingers on his trousers. This was what she needed, to let out all of this pent-up anger, frustration, hurt, and pain. His lips on her neck made her breath catch in her throat once more. "Mmm," came the soft moan from her throat. Her entire body craved this, and even as quick as things were moving, it wasn't fast enough. Finally, he was there before her, Eleanor moved to meet him.
Even better than she imagined, they had each other right there. The only things that came from her lips were soft moans and his name. Eleanor had not been with another man since James, and kissing Victor under the mistletoe a few Christmases back didn't count. But she wasn't thinking about Victor. She was thinking about Rowan, moving against her, and the warmth in her belly that was spreading over her. Her finish was explosive, and she called out to him, biting his neck, her fingernails running down his back. He kept going for a few more long moments as the tremors ran through her, but he, too, soon hit his release. They remained like that for a while, holding each other, their breathing ragged and shallow. A sweat had broken out over Eleanor's brow, and the rest of her was positively glowing. Her face was alive, radiant as she pulled away from his embrace, kissing her way up his neck and to his lips. "That wasn't how I was expecting this conversation to go," she told him, her voice a little rough. Her eyes met his, and a soft smile spread over her lips.
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