JustLikeDejaVu}{MeStandingHereWithYou

[Victoire Weasley]

The Shrieking Shack, in all it's glory, was painfully silent as the young witch pressed her way through the hidden entrance. For some reason or another, most students were terrified of coming in here. It's not like it was haunted, and even if it was, why should they care? Hogwarts had how many ghosts, and everybody enjoyed their company. Well, first years were often scared on their first day, but otherwise, they were fine.
Victoire was having an awful day, even as she leaned against the wall, and slid until she sat simply on the floor. It really shouldn't have bothered her, but a few of the Slythereins had been harassing the 'Whore-ish Wolfy' nearly all day, since the time she had woken up. Normally this wouldn't bother her, but she was having issues today. It was a full moon, and instead of being her usual bitchy self, Vikki was feeling very self-conscious, and emotional. It didn't help when she had found out she had gotten a 'T' on her quiz in Potions, and then detention from Averos after she got caught trying to skip DADA.
Even on her way here, she tripped on a rock, landing in the mud, ran into a tree, and she was nearly killed by that stupid Whomping Willow. Oh, yeah. And she lost her wand.
So, to say she was having a bad day would be an understatment, and all she really wanted was to be alone. Too bad that never seemed to work, and even as she thought about it, she could hear footsteps approaching her. Even now. "Go 'way" She muttered, nearly inaudibly.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Usually after a long day of Quidditch, intense cramming would have Terry exhausted, but today he felt energetic. Ready for a challenge, he was hoping to find a few fifth years trying their luck at a couple of rounds of Firewhiskey. Instead he found a small bundle of Gryffindor sitting on the floor seeming as if someone took away her favorite toy or killed her owl.Go 'way
"Now is that anyway to talk to a person, yes maybe a stranger, but, me?" Terence chuckled a frown replacing his playful banter. "Hmm, surprised your wand isn't at the ready or I'm not killed yet. Hon, what's wrong?" Terry sat next to Vikki concern lacing his emotions. It was about time he got to know the real Vikki. Weither she bit his head off or not, Terence Wittney was especially determined to crack her today. "It's all right. You can talk to me..."

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire looked up, her arms wrapped around her knees, to see who had arrived. Of course, her little request had gone unheaded, and a certain Hufflepuff walked into the room, looking even more energetic than usual. She, for one, was not in the mood for energetic. She put her chin on her knees, and groaned. "Whaddya want, Terence?" She asked, quietly. The fact her wand was AWOL seemed to be so irritatingly obvious. Victoire was known for her paranoia, and then fact she nearly hexed whatever moved.
She cringed as he sat down, and blinked a few times. "Bad day is all. Really shouldn't complain. Just sucks"
She was, honestly, surprised to see him. She hadn't though really anybody, 'cept for the Potters and Weasleys ever came in here. Oh well, it didn't matter. It just bothered her anyone had to see her this...vunerable. She had never been one to look weak, especially infront of those who weren't in her 'circle' as she assumed outsiders would call it. Now, Whittney had to see. She wondered if he were going to run away, if she did talk, and blab everything to his friends

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Just, sucks? C'mon throw me a bone 'ere!" Nudging her softly Terry grinned widely, failing to make her smile, and returned to his normal expression. Dazed, and seemingly endless gaze. "Vikki, you truly need to open up to someone. Here," Quickly he stood, seeing stars in his own eyes, wrenching Vikki up with him. He thrusted his wand at Vikki making her grasp the Rosewood in between her clammy fingers. "if you won't tell me what your problem is, then shoot out your anger!"

[Victoire Weasley]

With an uplift on an eyebrow, Victoire was suddenly pulled from the ground. She frowned as she suddenly seized his wand, and she blinked a few times. Uneasily, she handed him back to delicate piece of wood, and frowned, again. "Do you really wanna know?" She asked, skeptically. She inhaled, and in a burst of words, replied I'mfrigginpmsinggotatonmypotionsquizdetentionfromdurosfellinmudnearlygotkilledbyatreelostmywandwascalledawhorishwolfybyabunchofslythereinsanditstheFULLEFFINMOON" She looked the Hufflepuff dead in the eye, and blinked again,wondering if he even understood her.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

His eyes widened retaining as much information as he could. Holding his bearings he went to try and decode her words. " Let me get this right, your pmsing, supposedly a girl thing, I suppose? Troll on your potions quiz, and detention from Duros, fell in the mud? Oh and you almost got killed by the Whomping Willow, but mind you the tree doesn't only hate you. It has a grudge on anything that walks, skips, or frolics. Anyways, you seem to lost your wand, was called a wolf-whore, which hon, isn't true. And it's the full moon?! Do I win anything?!" Batting his eyelashes he pointed his wand toward his hand. "Florei![/b]" A single daisy flourished from his hand it's milky white petals extending outward. "How about a flower, you seem like a daisy from my perspective."[/size]

[Victoire Weasley]

For the first time in the entire day, Victoire cracked a smile. Just a tiny little thing, but a smile nontheless. She continued to smile as the daisy sprouted from the tip of the Hufflepuff's wand. "Correct. You get a gold star" She murmured, quietly, in response to him perfectly decoding the long random spout of words she had emmited like a steam engine.
Conjuring had never been the Weasley's strong point, so Terence would have to deal with an IOU. Sure, most students could conjur, even without a wand, but she, honestly, had never mastered the talent. She was too busy trying to perfect the nonverbals, mainly so she wouldn't be caught unawares by a Slytherein, yet again.
"Thanks, Terence" She continued, proud of the fact she was speaking legible words, again. And though she was still feeling rather like an emo kid, she did her best to force a conversation out of her mouth. "No offense, but what are you doing here, anyway?"

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Terry smiled happy to bring someone up in spirits. "I was, well, the truth is looking for some firewhiskey. Take the "edge" off. I think this will suffice." A broad grin was apparent on his face quite enjoying his time with Victoire. Normally they passed by in the hallways without a word of recognition, even while she was hanging out with the other Gryffindors. That or they were passing ingredients in Potions or quills in Charms. "And, why my lady, did this bother you in the first place? Roll it over your back, your better than those stupid Slytherins anyway! Plus your looks are ten times any of them. Look at Nikita, or Kia. They're scary, thus no beauty can be found on their scowling faces." He winked, trying his luck on a old wooden seat.

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire tilted her head, leaning against the dusty old wall, ignoring the fact she had probably gotten her lousy uniform dusty and a mess. In her opinion, it would probably look better that way, instead of the dull, drab old robes they usually were. No...wait. She changed her mind. Now they looked boring and old. Not an improvment at all.
She mentally shrugged.
"I dunno" The Weasley replied, when she realized Terence had stoped talking and that it was her turn to speak. "This may surprise you, but despite the comments, jokes, and rumors, I don't have exactly the highest self-esteem." She sighed, as he brought up her cousin, and her rival. "Nikita? Yeah. Try telling her that. Oh, wait. Don't. I think I enjoy your company more when you're alive. Kia... same thing."
She pushed her way through the cluttered room, until she reached a cabinet, which by comparison, was rather new and shiny, though it was ancient if placed next to anything from this century. She pulled open the doors, which shuddered, and grabbed a bottle before throwing it to the keeper. "Think fast" She said, as the bottle left her hand. "Here's your Firewhiskey. James and Ted always keep a decent supply in here"

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Why not? You should have some, there is plenty to be proud of yourself about. Like, I don't know picking a side! And believing in it, what your fighting for! Oooooh firewhiskey..... it would probably be utterly rude to get smashed in front of you, so I decline nicely." Catching the bottle she twisted it in his hand, any bartender would be proud. "My dear, you need a breath of fresh air! Get out of this cramped place, see the world! Well, the corridors of Hogwarts could do. Or we can sit here and interrogate each other.. both sound splendid!" He grinned wildly every few moments flipping the bottle from hand to hand. Self control Terence.

[Victoire Weasley]

"So, I guess the Hufflepuffer has some coordination. And, I dunno what I'd interrogate you about. Plus, I bet Teddy is a worse drunk than you are. It's terribly amusing. Ya know, when he's not sobbing about something or another. But, sober is good, I guess." She scrapped the dust off of her sleeves, wondering how she had managed to get this dusty. Or why it was even this dusty. She and he friends came through here every so often, to either check on somebody who was hiding, or to get another bottle of the whiskey, though Victoire herself prefered a good sip of Butterbeer, instead. She made a quick mental note to grab some and stock up. Who knows what would happen net time she showed up on the doorstep of this place.
She walked over to a grimy window, and wiped off some of the sludge, just enough to barely see through the streaked glass, and into the sky. "Either this window is worse than I thought, or it's about to storm" She murmured, quietly, and, surely, the pitterpatter of raindrops began tapping on the roof.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Have to Vikki, how else could I be able to kick your butt! Like to see you try to get past me.... in the rain!" He smirked, not foolish enough to even attempt to fly out in the rain. Especially with Vikki after him with her wicked features and a Quaffle in hand. You didn't mess with a pissed off Gryffindor, on a broomstick, in the rain, with a Quaffle. Just not smart. " Fine then, I'll start us off! Why Victoire, do you enjoy sitting in an ancient shack, instead of going to someone like me, for advice on payback for the nasty Slytherins and shitty life." Flashing a winning smile he peered over her shoulder through the grimy window. "I do love the rain."

[Victoire Weasley]

"Sure, kick my butt. Ya know, in the rain. With lightning. Accidents happen, Terence" She threatened, playfully, with no real threat. She traced a random designed in the grime, until she realized it was a lightning bolt coming from a cloud. She shrugged as Terry began his question. "I dunno. Cause it's weird to tell anyone else. Rosie, Zane, and Ted all are busy with NO problems. Lily and James are busy with the Tournament. It's just odd to tell people about my miniscule issues, when there are bigger problems on the horizon." She wrapped her arms around herself, and for the first time, realized how low on the totem pole she was in her group of friends. If her friends were in a horror movie, Victoire'd be the girl who went first, but who's disapearance was never noticed.
"My turn. Would you rather kiss a Slytherein, or live alone in the Forbidden Forest for a week?"

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Jeez! You ask the hard questions!" Terry exclaimed rubbing his chin in thought. Not that any guy, according to the male anatomy wouldn't think some of those Slytherin chicks were, per say, hot! I mean you couldn't deny that Kia's icy stare wouldn't give chills down your back but most certainly she could be considered hot, in a weird creepy way. "My, my. I don't believe my skills could match up for the Forbidden Forest for a week. I think a centaur would shoot me dead. I'd take Slytherin as long as it isn't Kia or Nikita. They give me the chills. Plus Kia reminds me of a complete opposite Zane. That'd be weird." Terence chuckled a sour image of Zane with long hair and a scowl. It just wasn't probable. "So, Victoire, would you rather kiss a hippogriff or battle it to the death with.... Lottie?"

[Victoire Weasley]

Unlike the question she had asked him, her question was relatively easy, though she pasued to raise an eyebrow, and a shocked look at his answer. "Aww. You'd kiss Lottie? Or, ya know, Scorpius?" This was just part of her personailty, these little quibs. Though, she really did no believe that Terry was gay.
"Well, in response to your question, It's simple. Kiss a 'Griff. Lottie's not someone I'd like to meet in a dark alley, not even If I was armed with a wand, adn half dead. Plus, Hippogriffs are adorable. I dunno why everyone dislikes them so! My turn!"
She racked her brains, trying to think something up, glad that this interrogation had really turned out to be a game of would you rather, something she enjoyed. At least in the Gryffindor common room, where she knew a lot about the people.
"Marry a Centaur lady, or a female version of James?" She spouted out, the first thing she thought of.

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