Zane Thorne
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
I hate practically everyone, and you're next.
Posts: 82
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Post by Zane Thorne on Nov 23, 2006 14:09:54 GMT
Setting (Location, Weather, Time): Hogwarts' common room, Cold, Evening Status (Open/Closed/Prefered Characters): Nadine Thorne Rating: PG-13 First Post Summary (A brief summary of your first post, stating what the thread is all about): Zane is gathering his thoughts. His mind is clouded by insecurity and devious ideas, Zane's deep-seated hatred against Nikolas is growing on a rapid rate but is thrown into sudden confusion. General Plot (What story do you wish to impart?): The decision of Zane Thorne on whether or not to act upon his hatred against his sister's husband.
A brisk wind blew outside. It howled loudly, as if screaming a thousand cries. It was soft but Zane heard it clearly. It was same horrible sound he often heard on cold nights just like this ever since he was a little boy. It haunted him every time he was alone with his thoughts. It was one of the reasons why he hated thinking too much.
But here he was, sitting alone in the common room. Thinking things through. He hoped that all of the students were asleep just so he could think things through with no interruptions whatsoever. If there was one thing he hated, it was interferance. But Zane hated nearly everything, thus everyone saw this coming.
'I hate him..' Zane thought endlessly. The image of Nikolas Vogel running through his head. His hazel eyes were filled with disgust though his face showed no sign of it. 'I despise him...' He held a glass of rum roughly in his hand. As he kept thinking of Nikolas, his grip grew tighter. It was no surprise that the glass shattered into pieces. The amber rum dripped onto the carpet stretched across the marble floor. The distilled beverage Zane spilled was accompanied by his blood that gushed out from the wound, made by the fragments of the broken glass clenched in his hand.
The pain of his wound did not bother Zane. Only the wind and the thoughts creeping into his mind troubled him. 'What do I want?' he began to think as his eyes fell on his bloody hand. 'Why?' Zane's eyes glistened. 'Why do I hate?' He kept thinking.
Zane's eyes shifted from his hand to the window. There, he saw a vague reflection of himself. He seemed not to recognize himself for a moment. He was terribly confused. Scared by his own thoughts. 'What is the reason behind my hatred? What do I intend to do?' he asked himself, shaking his head.
He wanted desperately to escape the very questions he repeatedly asked himself. But he was too sunk in his own thoughts, too intent upon the things that he faced, to answer or even to listen to himself. Zane just couldn't understand anything anymore and he hated it. He broke in upon his own thoughts to tell himself what his heart whispered so nothing else could reach it. He spoke with horror, "I don't know.." wild words poured from his lips. "I forgot."
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Ava Wyatt
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year[/color]
[M:0]
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Post by Ava Wyatt on Nov 25, 2006 13:31:48 GMT
Ava was leaving the Ravenclaw common room after being told off by their Head of House for being there. Hufflepuffs weren't welcome in the Ravenclaw house. "So much for school unity."[/color] she thought cynically. Still, none of her thoughts were voiced, as it was not proper to do so. She held her tongue and bowed out, smiling at her friend before walking out of the room.
As she walked out, she heard a shattering of glass. Curiously, she turned back to see a Zane Thorne in front of a mirror, his hand dripping with blood, and a broken glass at his feet. She rushed over to him, and as she neared him, she could hear his whispers.
"Are you alright there?" she asked concernedly. Her voice was clear and gentle, yet it held a tone of pride in it. She was what her mother often called a headstrong girl. Her betrothed thought she was perfect. She did not care for either descriptions. She was herself, and she was perfectly fine with it.
She glanced at Zane's hand, "You're bleeding." she pointed out needlessly. "Pardon me, I don't mean to intrude, but at least let me help you get that healed." she said serenely.
She was speaking fast, it did not even cross her mind that Zane might not have recognised her from Herbology class. She always seemed confident about herself, though her insecurites always lay behind the mask she had forever worn. Why, even her betrothed did not know the real her.
She often appeared at peace with herself, and the people around her believed her to be happy. But the torment she was feeling inside was incomparable. She was still searching for that one thing that was lacking in her life. A cause.
"If there's any way I can be of assistance.." she let her voice trail off as she smiled at Zane.
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Zane Thorne
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
I hate practically everyone, and you're next.
Posts: 82
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Post by Zane Thorne on Nov 25, 2006 14:17:50 GMT
Zane heard someone walk up to him. His hazel eyes turned from his bleeding hand to the woman who spoke to him. His cold eyes were fixed on hers. It revealed nothing but emptiness. It was sort of a reflex but he hid his feelings well. Even the emotion shining through his eyes would easily be hidden by his evil glare. It was one of his ways to keep people at a distance. By now it was second nature to him.
He observed the Hufflepuff student thoroughly. Zane was sure that he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't remember when or where. It was all a blur. A cold chill ran up in his spine. Zane was coming back to his senses little by little.
Zane turned away from her. His eyes fell on the stained carpet. "Excuse me, but this is none of your business." He told her in a sharp tone. He had always been like this. Cold and somewhat inconsiderate.
"I am sorry, but would you please leave.." Zane said softly. Even though he wished her away, the person he was talking to was a lady. He had to be a tad careful with his words. This was necessary in order for him to avoid tainting the family name.
Zane was being his usual self again. Indifferent, reserved and apathetic. But this was only a facade. In truth, he was scared. Scared of opening his heart. He feared that people would simply abandon him like his parents did. And he feared that he would not be accepted by others if he ever revealed his true self. All in all, he was afraid of getting hurt. But only his sister knew him well enough to see through his facade.
Zane always did everything to avoid emotional pain. But no matter how hard he tries, he cannot escape this pain. No one does. He was suffering as it is. Confusion would also be considered an emotional pain.
"Please..." he said once more. His hand was turning purple from the loss of blood. But he still did not mind it.
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Ava Wyatt
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year[/color]
[M:0]
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Post by Ava Wyatt on Nov 25, 2006 14:44:15 GMT
Ava blinked surprisedly as Zane greeted her with a sharp tone. She held her tongue, and was rewarded so as Zane began to speak in a gentler voice. Still, his words were cold and biting. She stared at him and glanced at his hand, and walked toward him. "I usually would relent," she said softly as she took his hand into hers gently, "but at least let me help you with your wound. Episkey." she muttered, touching her wand slowly upon his bleeding hand.
She did not yet let go of his hand but stared into his dark eyes. She looked through them and saw a dark, angry soul. She opened her mouth hesitantly and spoke in a clear, gentle voice, the pride disappearing from her tone, "It's healed now." she whispered, not looking away with her dark blue eyes from Zane's.
She did not know what she felt when she looked at him, but she saw something in him. Something that she saw in no one else. The heat from his hand transferred onto hers, and she ignored the feeling that he might have seemed quite uncomfortable with the situation they were now in.
After what seemed like years of silence, she dropped her hand from Zane's slowly and tore her eyes from him, looking down. "Forgive me, I'll be going now," she paused for a moment, "if that's what you would like for me to do." she whispered, though she half-wished that Zane would stop her from leaving.
Something about him sparked a curiousity within her. He seemed angry about something, and a part of her wanted to help him. She knew that he was brother to the Headmaster's wife, Nadine. She wasn't very fond of Zane's sister. Nadine was every bit proud about herself, and in Ava's eyes, the pride was misplaced. As far as she knew, Nadine knew not how to play the pianoforte, nor did she sing, draw, speak several languages fluently, and as far as she could tell, Nadined did not quite read extensively.
Ava had spent her whole life perfecting such qualities which made a woman accomplished during that time, and because of such, became betrothed to one of the country's most eligible bachelors. But she was not completely happy. She was missing something, she did not know what. But looking into Zane's eyes, she felt like she just might find it.
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Zane Thorne
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
I hate practically everyone, and you're next.
Posts: 82
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Post by Zane Thorne on Nov 26, 2006 2:50:34 GMT
Zane stared at his hand. The wound was gone and so were the fragments of broken glass that was stabbed into it. The way she held his hand, it felt uncomfortable. How she just stared into his cold hazel eyes, it was fearless. The very image of her dark blue eyes were now burned in his mind. It gave Zane the weirdest sensation.
No one had ever looked at him like that. Almost everyone admired him. But did so from afar for they feared him somehow. Even some of the professors kept their distance. Now that someone had come along and dared to come near him. It was a new thing for Zane. He didn't know what to do. He was even more confused than before. Everything seemed to be changing.
One thing was certain. Zane couldn't stop thinking about her dark blue eyes. He was a complete stranger to her and yet she helped him without asking for anything in return. It disturbed him a bit. But he didn't know why.
"Why?" Zane called out. His tone neither sharp or gentle. His desire to know the reason why she helped him seemed to have taken over. He slowly stood up and turned to face her. Something about her drew Zane and he had to know what it was.
Zane's eyes glistened as he spoke. "You know nothing of me.." He began. He wanted to kept quiet snd let her leave but his emotions seemed to have ruled at this time. He could no longer control himself.
"I was rude to you as well," He continued. "And yet you still healed my wound." Zane's eyes turned away from her. His emotions were still hidden and masked by an empty look. "Why is that?" he asked her, hoping to satisfy his curiosity.
((Sorry for the short post. Writer's block.))
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Ava Wyatt
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year[/color]
[M:0]
Posts: 10
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Post by Ava Wyatt on Nov 26, 2006 9:15:12 GMT
She was surprised when he called after her, but was pleased inside. Zane's voice was rang clearly across the room, and as she looked at his face, she could tell that he was tortured about something, though she did not know the exact reason for such torment.
Ava smiled softly as she looked at Zane. "The world is already so full of hate and ignorance, that I cannot fathom adding any more to it by passing by people in need." she said gently.
"Why, you ask. I wouldnt be completely honest if I told you that all I want for all of us is a better world where people help each other, regardless of all prerequisites such as introduction and such. As much as I want that, the reason for my helping you is not anywhere near that." she lowered her eyes and paused.
When she spoke again, she slowly brought her eyes to meet his. "There's something about you that sparked something in me. A need to help you, perhaps. To get to know you. I don't know what it is. I'm sorry I can't give you a better answer." she said quietly.
She admonished herself silently. She barely knew the man, and yet there she was, talking to him as if she knew him so well. But it was those eyes of his. They were piercing and dark, and she did not know what it was in them that drew her in. She searched through his eyes wordlessly, her dark blue eyes shining steadily in the soft candlelight of the common room.
She could hear footsteps fast approaching them, she turned and glanced at the archway, where the Ravenclaw Head of House was glowering at her, "Ava Wyatt, did I not tell you explicitly that you, aren't allowed inside the Ravenclaw tower? Get out now before I duck points from your house." The head turned away angrily and walked away from Ava and Zane.
Ava bit her lip as she looked back at Zane, "I suppose I must go," she said softly, but she did not move from where she was standing.
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Zane Thorne
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
I hate practically everyone, and you're next.
Posts: 82
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Post by Zane Thorne on Nov 29, 2006 11:36:51 GMT
Surprised of her answer, Zane could not believe what he had just heard. He would'nt believe it. A need to help him. It was just as unbelievable as the yearning he felt for her dark blue eyes. As he gazed into those eyes he felt something inside that he never felt before--peace. As strange as it sounds, his troubled spirit sort of calmed down.
He felt something about her that could free him. Something that could actually release him from his isolation and emptiness. He actually felt that she could change him. He feared it yet he wanted it. Zane was desperate.
"Before.." Zane spoke. By now, he had fully lost control of himself. "Before you leave," he continued in a soft tone. "Tell me your name." He said, staring straight into those eyes he fancied so much.
The cold had overpowered the warmth of the fire lit in the common room. A slight shiver snapped Zane back into himself. The words that fell from his lips ran through his mind. Realizing what he just said, he remained quiet. He brought himself to turn away from her eyes. The calm feeling he felt had vanished.
Angry with himself, remained quiet in order to hide what he just felt. His face expressionless again. His pitiful soul cloaked in darkness. Zane had brought pain and torment back. Thrown into confusion once more.
He had been like this ever since his childhood. A vivid memory of his youthful days came back to him at the oddest hour. A picture of himself in his manor by a Christmas tree. Its evergreen color brightened up the dark living room. Dazzling lights shone on mountains of presents stacked before him. Most children would have felt overjoyed because of this but Zane was different. Very different. His parents would always be busy at that time, leaving him alone to celebrate with his lifeless toys.
His parents never did see what he truly wanted. They would usually just give him the best gifts money could buy. They knew not that as they gave him of what he never did wish for, they denied him of what he ever really wanted--them. Fortunately, his sister was there to keep him from going mad. She had kept him from losing every little bit of his sanity. And in return, Zane had given her the love he was never able to show his mother and father.
Zane's eyes glistened as he relived that sad memory. He remembered why her sister was so important to him. And slowly recalled why he hated his sister's husband.
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Ava Wyatt
Hufflepuff
Seventh Year[/color]
[M:0]
Posts: 10
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Post by Ava Wyatt on Dec 2, 2006 8:53:33 GMT
Ava smiled widely, her blue eyes sparkling in the dark of the common room. "Ava." she said in a low voice, "Ava Wyatt." she lowered her eyes and smiled at Zane.
"Perhaps we'll meet tomorrow night, at the ball that the headmaster's friend is throwing?" she asked hopefully, in a gentle tone. "I've heard that all students are obliged to come," she paused, biting her lip shyly. "That is of course, if you would want to meet. In any case, I'll be there." she smiled.
She turned and walked away from Zane, but looked back at him just as her hand touched the handle of the door leading out. "It was nice to finally get to talk to you, Zane Thorne." she said. "Goodbye."
And with a little smile, she was out of the common room. She walked down the hall and made way toward the Hufflepuff tower, where a young man greeted her with a smile. Ava merely lowered her eyes and walked past him, clearly not interested in games. She walked up to her dormitory and sat on the bed, clearly reliving what had just transpired.
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Zane Thorne
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
I hate practically everyone, and you're next.
Posts: 82
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Post by Zane Thorne on Dec 3, 2006 6:02:45 GMT
Zane stood still in the common room as she left. The fire had completely died and the room quickly grew cold. Even the candles whose gentle light gave warmth to Zane earlier had been defeated by the frosty wind that creeped inside.
"The ball.." he uttered. "Should I go?" he asked himself as he dragged his feet, walking towards his room. He never planned on going, even if all the students were compelled to do so. Zane would have found a way to slip out of this. But knowing that the girl he had just met might attend, Zane changed his mind.
Images of Ava ran through Zane's thoughts. Her dark blue eyes. Her beautiful smile. Zane could not stop thinking about it. He never felt like this before. It was his first time-- but for what he had no clue.
Ava was all Zane could think about. His beloved sister and Nikolas had slipped away from his thoughts. Zane lied on his bed, wide awake. For a moment a small smile formed on his face. It was only for a little while but it was there. A real smile. A smile that did not have any pain to hide. A smile that was lost for years.
Zane glanced around the room. His hazel eyes fell on the single rose placed in a translucent vase by the window. Zane sat up straight and stared at it. Recalling certain incidents that occured in the past. Often he would overhear his parents having a conversation with him as their topic. A rose they said in soft tones as they described him. They said that he was like a beautiful rose blooming in a barren desert. Although roses may be beautiful and attractive. A grand flower indeed. But they can be very difficult to maintain. They wilt easily and attract many parasites. They also hurt the ones around them because of their thorns. 'Exactly like Zane..' they said.
Zane stood up and walked towards the beautiful flower. Careful of its thorns, he took it. Now there was only one question that played with his mind, "Will I ever put away my thorns?" He asked himself, unsure of what will happen.
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Zane Thorne
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
I hate practically everyone, and you're next.
Posts: 82
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Post by Zane Thorne on Dec 3, 2006 6:19:23 GMT
Thread title: Confusion Persons Involved: Ava Wyatt and Zane Thorne Brief Summary of the Thread: - Zane was silently gathering his thoughts in the Ravenclaw common room, having some sort of reflection when Ava came into the room. As they got acquianted they began to develop certain feelings with each other. For Ava, a need to help him and Zane, a longing for a certain trait that she possessed which he thinks could free him of all his pain.
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