Mamihlapinatapai

[Isabella Pisces]

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Mamihlapinatapai:"A look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will offer something that they both desire but are unwilling to suggest or offer themselves."​

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Isabella Pisces brought a tanned hand up to quickly brush at the tears forming in her eyes, hoping that she could get herself to stop crying sometime soon. If anyone came up here and saw her crying, she'd never hear the end of it. Crying was often a sign of weakness in others, and Isabella didn't want others to see her during her moment of weakness. They saw her as a hard ass, and as someone who cared little about anything else other than herself. If people saw her like this, they might not think she was so tough. Then they would walk all over her. If she was going to maintain the appearance she had built for herself over the years, she needed to make sure that she kept up with that appearance. Isabella wiped at her eyes once more and sighed. Slowly, she lowered the letter down and used her free hand to wipe at her eyes once more. A letter came from home today from Callisto. Apparently sometime with the past couple of weeks, Bandit had died. No one knew the cause, just that he was no longer alive. Isabella's heart broke immediately. Her beloved pet raccoon, whom she had barely seen the past couple of years because of school, was dead. Isabella had had Bandit by her side since she was a little girl and he was nothing more than a little baby coon. What if he felt abandoned by her when she was away? Isabella felt another sob overtake her. Isabella had very few friends, and even though Bandit was only an animal, she was pretty sure he was one of the best she had ever had when it came to friends.

Isabella just wished she had the chance to bring him back, and have the guts to sneak him into school. Then she wouldn't have to worry about him being lonely. What if he died from loneliness? Isabella ignored the cooing of her owl and scanned the letter in her hands once more. Anything else written about how things were going at home were ignored by the brunette. She could care less about happy her sister was. Her sister practically ignored her now thanks to Grezhen. Wasn't he supposed to be her friend? Or did he just do this the whole time so he could get into Callisto's pants? Isabella froze when she heard footsteps coming up the Owlery. They were two close for her to try and make it look as if she wasn't crying, so all she was able to do was wipe at her eyes once more and make sure she wasn't facing the door. However, when the person finally entered, Isabella's stupid curiosity got the better of her and she turned to see who it was. "Sh*t!" It was Romanes! He had seen her face too so he must have noticed that it look as if she had been crying! Isabella really hoped he would just leave her be and not make fun of her for crying. Especially when she was upset like this. A few more tears scaled Isabella's cheek, and she brushed them aside just like the others. God she wished her beloved pet was here. Isabella had never felt so lonely before. Her parents were gone, half of her siblings were gone or too busy for her, and she had no one in the school she could sympathize with. Life was just not looking up for Isabella these days. ​

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Sergios was really glad that he was a prefect now, like all of his other siblings. The only difference was the fact that he was not exactly what others would call academic at all. He was more of a leader when it came to school activities over anything else. He smirked a bit when he was awarded it, but then he had remembered who else was given prefect too. Apparently Isabella Pisces was given the position too. He did not know why but maybe she was not that bad if one would just ignore the fact that she was rude for some reason. A reason that he was dying to know. Shrugging, the Gryffindor Prefect wondered why he would even bother thinking about her as much as he was. She was just some girl. Well, a cute little devil she could be. Although he doubted that she would ever stay cute. Or maybe she would not stay a devil, who knew. Sergios wondered if any of his siblings had any experience with these situations. Sergios just wanted to be at the school right now without any drama. That was one thing that he could not stand over anything else. Drama. He stayed to himself, had a few choice friends here and there, but otherwise, he was just one of those that stuck to himself. Unless he decided to go out and make friends with those on the Quidditch pitch. Instead of going to the pitch however, Sergios was taking another trip somewhere else. He had a few letters he needed to send off, and that was where he needed to be. Isaia was waiting to hear from him, and he was sure that Collineus would be writing to him at any moment.

As soon as he arrived to the top of the stairs, he could have sworn that he was hearing someone crying or something. He shook his head and he approached the figure as he put the letters behind his back. Well, he could not hear anything, but he saw the figure from behind and judging by her ass, he knew that it was Isabella. 'Did I really just think that?' thought Sergios with a roll of his eyes. She was crying. Sergios wondered what he should do, before he thought that he could tell her that the big bad girls also cry when they are lonely or something, but instead, all he could think of was how Ostensia was once upset over Damian leaving her. The thing that came over him was how he would have treated her if she was before him now crying. She was hiding from him too. Sergios gave a subtle sigh and he walked forward until he wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace. Truly, no should be alone when they are upset. And he was not about to ridicule her when she was in a state of weakness. Sergios had no idea what was going on, but he knew that it was something he just had to do, opposed to something that he wanted to do. Well, he wanted to, but he just didn't know by this point. "Isabella, everything will get better. I don't know what is going on, but you need to talk to someone about it." He gently pulled away and placed both of his hands on her shoulders, just trying to get her to calm down or something. He was not exactly a therapist so he didn't know what would or would not help.​

 

[Isabella Pisces]

Isabella half expected Sergios to just do what he needed to do then leaven her be. They were never particularly fond of one another and neither bothered to hide it. But when she heard a sigh come from Sergios rather than a snort or some snide comment, she grew surprised. It wasn't like him to not make fun of her during her moment of weakness. Isabella turned around just in time to find herself being embraced by Sergios. At first, the brunette was paralyzed with confusion. Was she really being embraced by a boy that once would have been willing to push her down a flight of stairs? For a brief moment, Isabella's head rested itself onto one of Sergios' broad shoulders as he embraced her. Why did he suddenly seem to care? It was nice to feel that someone cared though, even if it was from someone she once considered as a rival. Isabella didn't want the embrace to end, but once it did she felt Sergios' hands go to her shoulders, and her eyes were forced to stare into his. Isabella had never noticed how pretty his shade of brown eyes were, they reminded her of a warm cup of hot chocolate. It sort of matched how warm his embrace seemed to be. Had it always been that comforting?

"I-....it's really dumb." Isabella didn't think that Sergios would appreciate hearing her lame story about her pet dying, and her feeling alone. But by the feel of the grip he had on her thin shoulders, Isabella knew that she had to tell him. After a soft sigh, Isabella broke down and explained everything to him. How her parents died when she was a baby, and her older brothers left the girls alone, and how Isabella had never been able to make a friend. Then she went on to tell him about Bandit and how she had found him as a baby and took care of him. Now he was dead and he likely died alone and wondering where she had been. "Why are you doing this? You should hate me." His hands were still on her shoulders, and Isabella vaguely wished she could hug him again. That embrace earlier helped a lot to make her feel better, now Isabella just wanted to know why Sergios was actually bothering to comfort her. It wasn't some sort of joke was it? He didn't look like he was joking around, but Isabella knew better than to let her guard down completely. ​

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Sergios kind of liked it when Isabella placed her head onto one of his shoulders. She was not pushing him away, or being b*tchy. It was definitely one of those times that he managed to do the right thing, especially for a girl that he could one day become friends with. Their houses might be battling over something stupid, but here a Gryffindor was, hugging a Slytherin girl. They might have been rivals, but right now, she needed someone like him. However once the hug was broken, he looked within those pools of blue, like the sky. They were endless, but he could see that they were full of sadness. He just wanted to wipe the sadness away and wondered what in the hell was coming over him. Sergios was really liking the way Isabella looked. Even though this was something that he never would have thought about any Isabella, mainly because he had an older sister that was called Isabella. She was married now though, and had a different surname. This Isabella was so different. Her brunette hair that was no doubt soft to the touch. Sergios knew better than what she had said though. If it was dumb, she would not be crying.

"It can't be that dumb if you are up here and crying. Just tell me." It was weird to have Sergios plead with her about something about her. He shouldn't care, but he did. And then, Isabella spilled everything about her. How her parents died, her older brothers leaving. And then her pet died. Everything about Isabella he had been curious about, he had now known why she was the way she was. It was simple. She did not want to be left alone, and getting hurt. Well, that was what he deduced from it. Sergios shrugged his shoulders and he said, "I don't. I have no reason to hate you, Isabella. We are kind of have some things in common actually. Come over here, let's sit down." He released one of her shoulders to lead her over to wall. He made sure that she sat down before he sat down next to her. This time, he proceeded to tell her that his own parents went missing for years, when he was about nine, and how he believed they were dead. Then he told her about the arranged marriage he desperately wanted to break while he lived with his evil but controlling uncle. He had to be married by the time he graduated, to a girl he never met. "After hearing your story, and then letting you in on mine... All I can say is our lives suck." Sergios looked over at the Slytherin and gave a subtle smile. There was this urge to do something that would have made him throw up last year, but now...​

 

[Isabella Pisces]

Isabella was confused. He didn't have a reason to hate her? "You have plenty of reason to hate me, Romanes." The Slytherin Prefect quickly threw in. There were many occasions where she had done something horrible to him. Like the time she tried to set his broomstick on fire, or all of the times they stood in the middle of the Great Hall and argued over absolutely nothing. There were so many reasons he could hate her, but why did he claim that he didn't hate her? Isabella was sure that she didn't hate him. There was no one she truly hated, she was just angry at the way her life had turned out. Sergios led her over to a wall and Isabella sat down, her back against the cool stone of the tower. It felt really weird to have her up here with her enemy. They weren't fighting with one another, they weren't glaring, there were no harsh words exchanged, there wasn't even a snide comment here or there. It was really weird, but at the same time nice. Sergios then proceeded to tell Isabella about his life, and the awful things that had happened, and were still happening to him today.

"You have to get married to some girl you don't even know? Well you could always kill her?" A look was given to Isabella. "I was kidding. Relax, Romanes." Isabella had yet to realize that she never really used his first name out of habit. She was so used to addressing him by his last name. "I'm sorry you've had all of this happen to you. It's unfair. Our lives do kind of suck, maybe if we continue to keep going and try to break free of these things, it will get better? Isabella was bad with giving motivational speeches, but at least she was giving it a shot. Positivity wasn't quite her thing to begin with, and that much was pretty obvious. After a moment of silence, Isabella felt the urge to nuzzle up next to Sergios, and glanced at him. He was looking at her weirdly, and it made her feel weird. She needed to get out of here. "I have to go." The last thing she wanted to do was jump all over Sergios like a lion and embarrass herself, because right now that was all she felt like doing. The emotions she was feeling about him, and everything they had just talked about were becoming really jumbled and confusing for her. ​

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Sergios stated with a firm tone, "You have to do a hell of a lot to get me to hate you. You'd have to ruin my sisters' or brothers' lives or something like that. And so far, you don't fit the description. Seems like you just needed to vent and I was the nearest target." Sergios really believed that. He thought that she was just so frustrated with something in her life, that she needed someone to take it out on. Though what she really needed to do was talk it out opposed to taking it out on someone. It was not healthy. However he felt really odd that they were talking, and how he was spilling everything in his life to Isabella Pisces, of all people. Why tell her everything? Sergios did not understand and likely wouldn't for a while. Sergios then heard what Isabella suggested before he gave her a look like she had lost her mind. But she was kidding. "Thanks for that outrageous suggestion. But can you call me Sergios opposed to Romanes?" Calling him by his first name might be more personal, but it would still be better than Romanes.

She seemed actually sincere that she was sorry that he was going through all this, and whatnot. He hated this. He hated not having any freedom. His parents were gone. His uncle was so controlling. "You can break through better than I can. I saw my contract. The only way I can ever get control of my life back is by creating new life with the one that I am not betrothed to. Whatever that means." Sergios had no idea what it meant, but he would be willing to do just about anything to break free of those binds. Isabella seemed to be trying though, which was flattering. However she said the four words that made Sergios narrow those brown eyes. He was quick enough to grab her hand, thanks to his seeking skills. "Don't you dare. Don't you run from me. Not anymore. I don't want to see you leave just yet." Sergios made sure that he was close to her, and he looked into those blue eyes. Something about her made him want to just shove her away, but another part of him was dying to keep her close, to hold her and tell her everything will be okay. It was something about that staring, almost yearning for her to take the motion. 'I know you want to. Come on, just do it. You won't regret it,' thought Sergios. He wasn't sure if that was to him, or to her. The closeness was driving him insane though.​

 

[Isabella Pisces]

Isabella was still in disbelief that Sergios didn't hate her. After years of bickering with one another she would think that he would hate her at least the tiniest bit. "So what about all those times we fought with one another? Remember Fourth year potions when you threw that rat tail at me? What was that for?" If that wasn't him hating her then she didn't know what was. Isabella never truly hated him, but she more or less treated him the same way she did everyone. As if she wanted to make sure they didn't have the chance to get close to her. In her mind, everyone and anyone could become a threat to her. They could hurt her the way her parents and her brothers hurt her. Why would she let people come into her life easily, just to have them leave her alone once they had something better going on in their lives. Isabella raised an eyebrow at Sergios when he suggested that she call him by his actual name instead of his last name. "I guess so Roman-err Sergios. Sorry, old habits." Isabella still almost preferred to call him Romanes. She was used to calling him that, plus Sergios just felt far more personal than she thought the two of them were at the moment. But she could respect his request for now.

"It kind of sounds like you need to knock some other girl up. But trust me, no marriage could ever be that bad." If Isabella was forced between the choice of children or an arranged marriage, she would likely choose arranged marriage. But she was also only sixteen years old. Children were nothing but creepy in her opinion. Isabella was about to get up and leave before this got way too personal for her, but Sergios stopped her by grabbing onto her arm. Isabella turned her head to look at him wildly, as if he had just lost his mind. Isabella stopped and finally her blue eyes stared into his. As soon as she did this, she found herself unable to leave. He wanted her to stay. Isabella wasn't sure what brought on the urge, maybe it was the fact hat someone cared enough to want her to stay, or maybe it was those freaking puppy dog eyes, but for some reason unbeknownst to her, Isabella found herself leaning in and kissing Sergios deeply. It was almost as if he were telling her to, not that she was going to accuse him of mind control. Clearly some part of her wanted it too, it just seemed like he seemed to wan it just as much as she did. ​

 

[Sergios Romanes]

Sergios looked down at her and he could not help but smirk ever so slightly. That was kind of fun to do. "I was being mean and it was fun. Boys will be boys." That was all there was to it. Boys would always be boys. Sergios liked it when Isabella was mad at him for some reason. She was incredibly cute, and he hated to admit that. He did not know why he was like that, but he certainly was. But he would end up having her around if he could. That would be a good thing. She seemed like an interesting girl. She could be someone very special. If she would ever see that, then it would be something amazing. She also called him Sergios, but it was old habits. It was easier for him since his sister had the same name. "That's okay. It might take a while before you will ever get used to it." Plus it was more personal too. Sergios found things ever so much enjoyable when things were personal, and he would love to get something like that with Isabella. She seemed to be a good person underneath the venom, and he was beginning to see it. He was also sure that she might not even see it either, or if she did, then she would be running away, again. Only he would not let that happen.

"Well, at least I have a way out if needed." As bad as that was, he would get that done only if the other girl was that terrible. From what he had heard, she might have been. The closeness that the two shared drove Sergios insane, as he grew tempted to brush her hair behind her ear. Isabella leaned in just as he was thinking that she would, and he met her almost half way. The kiss felt right, even if he were betrothed to another. He could not resist Isabella though. The fire and intensity simply grew within the Gryffindor. Sergios caressed her cheek as he continued to kiss her. She wanted this as much as he did, and something just felt right. Isabella could be the one. Well, that was teenage hormones speaking. Sergios did not want to pull away, but he did for a moment to allow oxygen into his starved lungs before he leaned back in to continue what was started. It all seemed perfect, that is, until there was a third presence in the room, clearing the voice. Sergios pulled away, still wrapped around Isabella, and saw that the two of them were caught.​

 

[Kalif Styx]

Professor Styx had much to do, and he happened to be walking up the towers to send a letter to his oh so lovely wife that he often could not stand to be around but never live without. Figuring he would have to update her on some things, it would be better than dealing with her wrath when he got home. Professor Styx was simply tired right now, with the end of the school year coming along nicely. He entered the North Towers before ascending to the owlery. However, the Slytherin Head of House stopped in his tracks to see what was happening in front of him. Disgusting little teenagers, one of which was his own Prefect. Professor Styx cleared his throat to catch their attention before he uttered, "After years of fighting, it comes to this. Out. Now." Rolling his eyes, Professor Styx made sure that the two were separated as they left. Of all people to catch them, why did it always have to be him? Those two were becoming the plague of his existence here at the school.​

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