Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 11, 2009 1:53:42 GMT
Breathing deeply Molly sighed taking a look at her surroundings. The floor beneath her was a scattered array of loose floor boards and unevenly pinned nails. Each board was frayed at the ends sporting splinters to any unfortunate guests. Molly dangled her fingers over her own knees smiling at the little brown chunk of wood jutting out of her skin. "Heh." Scoffing slightly with her forefinger placed in her lap she pushed the wood out with her nail until the splinter hit the floor sliding into the cracks. Molly Weasley smiled tossing a curl from the frame of her face. She was alone. Again. Sadly she only had most friends that were family. Even then it wasn't a guarantee. So she sat alone, in the boating house, spying apon the piles of rope and netting lost of use.
The normal icy water swished around, as Niki paddled through the water with the large wooden oar. She grunted, finally reaching the boat house. She heard the familiar crash of the boats against each other, which didn't surprise her at the least bit. She quickly hoped out of the large wooden boat, her eyes twinkling under the illuminating light of the big, silver moon. It hung in the middle of the sky, indicating that it was midnight. Luckily, there were lights hanging from many boards on the ceiling, giving her a nice lighting. Although Niki loved the dark, light was nice to have in a wet, slimy place like this. She swung her hair over her shoulder laying the oar back into the boat.
Nikita's head shot up at the sound of someone. She could also nearly sense someone being around her, and her pale eyes locked on a red haired girl only a few feet away from her. She gave no mean or hurtful expression towards the girl, which was a good thing in Molly's case. Her eyes showed resentment though, she had no intention on making friends with this girl. She had too many 'good friends' even if it meant only one. She was secret friends with Zane Lestrange... so how could that go wrong? Oh. That could go way wrong. A slight shrug of her shoulders, made her ease up, loosing her tension in her muscles.
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 11, 2009 2:19:40 GMT
Molly sighed tossing her head back against the wall. "Why hello Nikita." Waving to Niki in a motion of her fingers wiggling slightly. She usually directed people by their full first names, not caring who she was talking to. Only Victorie had that exception. Now Nikita had a reputation she'd seen in person being held up. Molly didn't particularly want it being directed toward herself. The Weasley guessed her mixed blood would be an issue for the Slytherin but by any means Molly didn't give a crap about family. "Boating in the middle of night?" Offering a friendly smile in return for her presence Molly stretched her legs itching one lapsid-daisly.
Nikita's eyebrows furrowed as she watched the Weasley girl. Her lips did not pull up in a gentle, friendly smile like Molly's did though. "Umm... hey, Molly? Right?" She asked, not really positive that was her name. She was about seventy five percent that she was correct though. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, it clashed against her pale skin, under the illuminated moonlight. Moonlight always seemed to be attracted to Niki, kind of like how black attracted the heat of the sun. Except the fact that Niki normally got chills as the moon set upon her skin.
"Oh... yeah, I guess. I was just trying to get here though. What about you... Hm? No homework? Or tests to study for?" There was a muffled mocking tone in her voice, which was definitely not what she had expected her voice to sound like at that particular moment in time. She tried to change her expression, to show softness, but hell. It didn't work even the slightest bit. Her thoughts drifted off to Xavier, making the core of her bones chill.
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 12, 2009 0:26:54 GMT
"I was born with the name." Smirking Molly slide her fingers through her hair ruffling the mound of curls. Molly blinked twice noticing the mockery in her voice. "None at all." Her voice was level and calm although Nikita began to slightly irk her. Was it the kindness that she tried to produce. Would anything get through her rough exterior and actually break the tension between her and any other human that walked next to her. Anyone who wasn't Slytherin. Cocking her head sideways Molly frowned, "Why?"
Nikita shrugged, leaning against the wall. "No reason. I was just... curious I suppose." She sighed, looking out into the darkness. She could hear the waves crashing amongst each other roughly. The sound seemed to swirl around her head, echoing in place of the sound of the rain that had begun to fall from the cloudy, dark sky. She loved the sound as millions of drops of water feel into the Lake's black depth. She sighed, hoping that it wouldn't start lightning. That would definitely be a very, very bad thing.
Laughing to herself, Niki turned her head back to Molly. A sweet smile was planted on her face, trying to make up for her bitchy, 'i don't give a shit' attitude. Of course she would not voice this, although she thought that Molly would be able to tell what she was thinking. Of course, Niki wasn't hiding her true feelings at that very moment. She was suppose to be relaxing wasn't she? Yes. Indeed she was.
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 14, 2009 21:54:40 GMT
Blink.Blink.Blink,blink. Was that a smile? Molly grinned wishing she owned a camera. Nikita Snape, smiling. The apocalypse must have been coming soon. "Rain. Mmm." Slowly Molly stood pushing off from the wall standing next to Nikita. Gazing out the window together they watched as the bullets of water dove into the lake mixing the two liquids. The Weasley smiled again at her brushing her bangs out of her way and opening the creaky door to the dock. She slipped her shoes off against the boat house and stepped out into the rain. The rain pelted her face as she closed her eyes reaching toward the sky head bent back. "Let go Nikita. " Dropping her shoulders and looking back she grinned eyes glinting in the rain. "Just let it go."
Nikita rose to her feet, following Molly out into the rain. She looked up at the rain, her pale eyes, some-what-dark and menacing. Her voice was near a hiss, as she responded to Molly, "I can't," Of course, she didn't intend on her voice being awfully rude, although it was. It was a nasty habit she would have to break. But, somewhere deep inside of her she knew she couldn't let go. There was just no way. She sighed, looking out into the darkness. Her voice was emotionless, and cold. It sounded... dead. As if Niki didn't have a soul, or emotions, "Why don't you let go." It was not a question. In no way possible was it a question.
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 15, 2009 0:04:09 GMT
"The real statement here is "Why not."" Molly laughed at the snarky sound in her voice as she replied. "Come." Pulling her fingers tightly together she motions for Nikita to come. As she stood there in the same expression as always Molly wrenched her hand and pulled Nikita closer and pushed her arms out wide. Having her arc her head upwards at the sky she pulled her eyelids closed. "Let. It. Go." Molly commanded watching as the raindrops stained her dull yellow dress. It's all she needed to do.
Refusing to step closer to Molly, she stood there, her arms dangling at her side in a limp fashion. Then she felt herself wrench forward, and she scowled. "Let what go?!" She was getting slightly irritated by this girl, and her nonsense. Just like that, she pulled away from the girl, stomping back into the boat house. "I have nothing to let go, don't you understand? I don't want to let go. I have no reason to. I don't plan to change my ways, and hopefully you don't expect me to, Molly. It's just not going to happen. Deal with it... or else." Her voice was icy... just like before, and she walked around the deck, trying to collect her jumbled up thoughts.
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 28, 2009 17:24:25 GMT
"I'm not trying to change you Nikita." She hissed flipping a strand of wet hair from her eyes. "I'm trying to help." Deeply breathing inward and out she glanced at Nikita again. "Your anger, is killing you. Like it or not. It is killing the person you are inside. Your love, your happiness. Honestly I don't give two craps about how you let it out. Through anger, sadness, self reflection. I don't want another person, walking through Hogwarts die from their own self. Let. It. Go." Molly frowned eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Nikita was throwing her life into utter chaos and she didn't want to stop it. Even the worst of people always, want to get better. Whether they know it or not. "If you don't want to let go, then, why did you meet Xaiver? Or even have the decency to talk to me now." Cocking her head to one side she laughed softly. "Why is that Nikita? If it makes you feel better, do hit me." Her sincerity was fully charged in her words. If the Snape felt better pounding the life out of her Molly wouldn't fight back, she would observe.
Eyes narrowed, she watched Molly her eyebrows also furrowing in frustration. She rolled her eyes at the girl, suddenly outraged. "Yeah, yeah. We've all heard that before. 'I'm not here to hurt or change you... I'm here to help you.'" Nikita sneered, her voice icy. "It's all bullshit that's what it is, Molly. And I'm tired of hearing it. I'm tired of everything." The thunder shook the Boat House, giving it an eerie feeling. "The person I am inside?! This is the person I am inside! I can't hide that fact, Molly, and truthfully I don't want to! Deal with it." Her voice was loud, seeming to mock the storm's loudness.
Sucking in a deep breath, Niki's voice continued to mock the storm, "You know, I don't have to stand here and listen to you talk all this crap to me. I'm not changing my ways, because I know deep down inside of me, this is how I'm suppose to be. Some are suppose to be good, some evil. You can classify me pretty easily can't you, cuz?" She mocked, turning her head to the side slightly as Molly said Xavier's name. A loud sound, skin against skin, echoed the loud thunder. There was now a red hand print on Molly's left cheek. Nikita looked at her, her eyes showing melancholy. "Don't. Don't you dare talk about Xavier. You don't know anything. But, I am sorry that I did that. You didn't deserve it. You didn't know."
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Nov 28, 2009 17:59:34 GMT
"SEE! Hit me again. If you were evil inside and horrible, honestly your just a hurt little girl, angry at everyone, you wouldn't have apologized. You would have laughed." She grinned stepping in front of Nikita. "Hit me." Her breath oozed slowly into the air freezing the rain itself. "C'mon Nikita Snape. Hit me."
Nikita took a step away from Molly, her eyes icy with hatred. This girl was really getting on her nerves right about now. "No. I'm not going to hit you again, because I don't have a reason to. At least not yet. I'll laugh at my enemies, but you're not my enemy. Sorry but that's just the way I am. You expected me to laugh evilly for hitting you? Well, sorry I'm not in the mood to laugh. I'm quite pissed off actually, so it's time for you to step back, and shut the hell up. NOW."
Post by Molly Ann Weasley on Dec 8, 2009 22:46:54 GMT
"No." She smiled allowing the words to fill her heart giving her the strength to stand up to the Slytherin. "Nikita Snape. Why don't you just stop putting up these defenses and let. GO! Stop stressing on everything and just open up. Spill you heart out. What other way can you, besides hexing first years!?" she frowned immensely shaking her head slowly. Gripping the edge of her shirt loosely Molly pulled Nikita out into the rain once more. "C'mon Nikita. You can move on. Your so much better than all that childish crap. Get over it. I can see it. Heh."