is it ever gonna be enough?

[Sampson Abernathy]

It was just after his Charms class and Sampson hated Charms. His brother, Desmond, was always such a show off in that class and Sampson was always giving him the evil eye. He knew that, including him, that each one of the Abernathy triplets were only really great at one subject. For Sam, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sampson has always been a quick thinker and it just always clicked with him. It was just like Desmond with Charms and Gideon with Transfiguration. Sampson always thought of Gideon as the smarter brother since Transfiguration was just a hard class in general. If you didn't get Transfiguration, you would never get it unless someone dumbed it down so a five year old could understand it. It really wasn't that simple, but Sampson gave up on trying in that class. Charms was at least somewhat familiar to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Sampson always liked being alone to just be in his own thoughts instead of having to listen to people talk about all sorts of things that Sampson really didn't give a crap about. It was nice, being alone. It was still fairly cold out with it being the end of January, so Sampson had put on his black coat that reached his knees. It was always one of those windy days, so Sampson made sure to grab his hat and white scarf. He sat in the Courtyard with his hand out with no gloves on and began to practice some simpler Charms that Desmond had showed him how to do. He found a dead plant that was growing in a crack in the pavement. Pointing his wand towards it, Sampson cast the enlargement charm at it. The dead weed grew twice its normal size and Sampson raised his eyebrows at his success. Perhaps Desmond was finally getting to him after all these years.

Nonetheless, Sampson shoved his hand back into his pocket to warm it up as he picked his next victim. It was too bad it was too cold for bugs to be roaming around for him to immobilize them in their place. Sampson would have loved to torture the bugs, but they were either dead, hibernating or someplace warmer when they migrated in the fall. He looked up to the sky and wondered if he could make the clouds bigger even if he was this far away. He continued to look at the sky as he pondered said question.

tag; giselle
notes; meh, i'm running out of muse but i didn't want to put it off

[giselle victorié mitchell]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: sampson WORDS: 630 This whole “going to class thing” just was not working out for little Giselle here. She had already been in Beauxbatons for almost a month and probably only ever attended her first week of classes; maybe a few the second week too, but who the hell was counting? Lately, her mornings consisted of a nice warm shower, getting dressed and dolled up, sitting on her bed as she struggled to write even a verse for a new song, her giving up after 10 minutes, and then wandering around the grounds for a few hours until she ran into someone she knew. Yup, her life was so awesome right now...heavy on the sarcasm. She missed being in Paris and all the hustle and bustle of the “City of Lights”. Rue de Paradis had some decent shopping and forms of entertainment, but seriously nothing could ever beat Paris. Giselle guessed now was the time to start up her daily routine. Some of her classes should have already let out and she would have been on break, so she figured it was okay to show her face out on the grounds. Giselle walked over to her desk and grabbed her notebook, her super secret notebook of poems, songs, thoughts, and dreams. No one EVER saw that book before and it wasn’t exactly something she went around telling people she had. Once, when her twin was still around, Giselle told her she had bought a journal. The next day, it was missing and when Giselle got to school, all her friends had read it. Gabrielle didn’t exactly believe in respecting her sister’s privacy. But enough about her twin. Giselle shoved her notebook into her black purse, tossing a pen in there just in case something came to her as she explored the grounds. Her heeled feet clicked as she left her dormitory, walked the halls to the giant oak doors, and made her way outside. It was positively frigid outside; thank goodness she had thought to wear her coat, scarf and gloves. Giselle didn’t “do” hats…they messed up her hair. A cold breeze blew and her brown eyes shut as she felt the cool air on her face. It was actually nice when you think about how cold the weather had been this past week. Subzero temperatures didn’t exactly allow for adventures in the outdoors. She was tolerant of a lot of things, but arctic weather was no one of them. When she opened her eyes again, Giselle spotted a path in the distant she had never noticed before. Shrugging her shoulders, she continued forward, deciding that maybe this path could lead her to a new place and, perhaps, it was the place she needed to finally open her mind and start writing again. Boy, had she been right. Once she got past the tall bushes, a quaint little courtyard came into view. Benches surrounded plants and flowers than seriously should not have been here during the winter. Apparently, magic could even immortalize plants. Who knew? As she walked deeper into the courtyard, she spotted a familiar face. A very, very familiar face. A wide smile spread across her cheeks, but she quickly made it disappear. No need to make Sampson feel like she was obsessed with him…even though she kind of was. Giselle made her way over to him, hoping he wouldn’t mind the company he had sought so many times before. He seemed to be staring at the sky, but she was sure he would hear her approaching. Her heels practically echoed as they hit the ground, after all. ”Hey Sam,” she greeted him, plopping down on the bench beside him. Her looked pretty pensive at the moment and she cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to acknowledge her. NOTES: hope this isn’t too terrible. First posts always suck the worst. lol

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[Sampson Abernathy]

Sampson knew that sound all too well. It a sharp click that sounded like a staccato in a piece of music. His encounters with women made his ears very aware of what heels sounded like. It was all women seemed to want to wear. How the bloody hell the could, Sampson would never know. He always heard complaints about how the heels hurt their feet after wearing them for too long and they could be hard to walk in at times. Why complain about something that created pain for your body? It was probably because heels made a woman's butt look simply amazing. At least from Sam's point of view. Heels and sculpted legs were a match made in heaven for a man. Heels were sexy and Sam was glad women put up with those death machines.

Even before Giselle had come into view of his peripheral vision, he could tell it had to be some female coming towards him. When she grew closer to him, he narrowed down this approaching person to be a brunette, but it wasn't until he took his eyes off the sky and looked to see who it was. Giselle greeted him and he gave her a quick smile. Normally Sam always just wanted to be left alone, but sometimes when the right person came along Sam didn't mind all too much. Just like with Chloe, Giselle was incredibly beautiful. Sam hoped he knew that all the girls he came into contact with knew that he wasn't monogomous. Not one bit. He hadn't accepted being with just one person yet and didn't think he would during his time here at Beauxbatons. Why stick with someone here that was predictable than go out in the world and find someone simply fascinating. Sam knew how to put himself out there so he didn't think he would have that much of a problem getting to know women that were totally foreign to him. Nonetheless, Sam had to entertain himself somehow. Sam couldn't pinpoint when exactly he and Giselle met, but he sure did remember the first time they had really been together. It was her eyes that were captivating really. Sam liked all eyes. They were windows to the soul in which Sampson could judge them properly for who they really were. Eyes were vulnerable. The face may say something, but the eyes betrayed everybody. Sampson had learned that very early on. "Oh hey." Sampson greeted back neutrally. Rolling his wand between his hands, he did this mostly to keep the blood in his hands circulating and also out of habit. Sampson never liked practicing magic he wasn't necessarily good at in front of people. He didn't like weakness and didn't want to appear as if he wasn't capable enough which he certainly was.

Sampson straightened his back so he wasn't slouching anymore and felt his spine crack in various places. He had been sitting in the same position for awhile and as soon as he did crack his back, he felt a bit of strain leave his body. "What brings you out here? It's not necessarily an ideal day." Sampson asked. Yeah he was out here, but usually days like this meant nobody really wanted to go outside and that meant that Sampson could be alone with his thoughts. He didn't often get to be along with his thoughts. Brooding was his specialty and ever since becoming a Prefect, he was forced to be paired up with other Prefects for rounds. Sampson already wandered the castle after hours and those had been great. Every now and then he'd get a bit of adrenaline rush from escaping the wrath of higher power. He knew he was being slightly lame in bringing up the weather, but Sampson wasn't good at small talk in the first place. Having civil conversations was always a hard feat to accomplish when he was constantly being condescending and judging people. He knew he should stop being an *sshole, but change is hard. Sue him.

[giselle victorié mitchell]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: sampson WORDS: 633 It had been a wonder Giselle didn’t fall on her ass walking as fast as she was in her 5 inch heels. Giselle always wore heels; to find her wearing flats of some sort was rare. She had been wearing heels since her 15th birthday and never ever stopped. It was because she was so damn short and wanted to feel tall. Even with her heels, she was still kind of short. These particular ones only brought her up to about 5’5”. People always asked how she could wear them all the time and she just shrugged her shoulders. Honestly, they didn’t hurt her feet one bit and she could wear them no matter the weather. Just asked the people who were shocked to find her walking in the snow in a pair of heeled boots. Yeah, maybe she was a little weird but she knew what made her look good. Ultimately, that’s all she really cared about around here. Sampson wasn’t her boyfriend and lord only knew if he ever was going to be. The two of them just seemed to have this fun friendship going where they hooked up and spent time together like a couple would, but they never put a label on it. They were able to see who ever they wanted to see and be with whoever they wanted to be. It was nice for once; Giselle seriously didn’t think she was ready for another relationship so soon, especially after the last one. Thomas---that *sshole. To say she had been in an abusive relationship would be an understatement. He actually left scars, some of which were hidden to the world beneath her clothes and some that were not. Scratches on her back, scars that simply did not want to go away. She was almost positive her left hip would never be the same, not after he nearly crushed it with his own bare hands. The thoughts of those nights sent shivers up her spine. How could she have been so stupid to let it go on for so long? That’s what love did. Love made you blind to all the problems in front of you. Love impaired your better judgment and made you believe that everything was going to get better. Love made you feel like he still loved you even though he called your names and hurt you. Love just sucked. What she had with Sampson was fun and freeing and she didn’t want to give that up anytime soon. As long as he was still willing, she would be willing too. He responded to her greeting rather neutrally and the panic set in. Had she sounded too happy to see him? Was she not supposed to be happy to see him? Hmm, Giselle still had a lot of work to do when it came to casual relationships. Giselle rested her bag beside her on the ground, shuffling herself back so she was sitting completely on the bench. ”I could be asking you the same thing. You look freezing,” Giselle pointed out when he asked what she was doing out here. It was rather cold, and the weather didn’t exactly help things to be honest. ”I was tired of being in my room. I was trying to write a song, but I couldn’t focus. Seems that’s been happening a lot lately. Anyway, I decided to take a gander out here and see what I could come up with. But then I ran into you so…” she trailed off, looking down at her hands. She didn’t even know what to talk about with him. They hadn’t really done a lot of talking since they’ve known each other, if you know what I mean. ”How is your day going?” How is you day going? Damn, this girl was lame. NOTES: sorry it took so long! I didn’t notice you replied!

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[Sampson Abernathy]

Sampson knew he was never the most conversational with anybody. He was difficult and always gave people a hard time. He often knew he put people in positions they weren't used to which made Sampson happy. He loved to make people feel uncomfortable, but there were only a few people that Sampson knew he could talk to. He could even count them on his one hand. Sure it sounded a bit pathetic to others since everybody else were just social butterflies. Sampson could never pretend to like people just to get them on his good side or vice versa. Sampson had tried to pretend to be Desmond one day. He dressed up like a hipster and was just super smiley all day. He had fooled a few people, but not the people that Desmond was best friends with. The only part Sampson was concerned about was the fact that he had fooled people. He hadn't tried Gideon yet because he knew Gideon would think it was childish, but how were you not supposed to dress up like your triplet brother and act like him? Sampson had to take advantage of exact features some how!

Giselle was getting there since he hadn't known her until recently. Sampson had been known to hook up with random girls and never talk to them again, but recently he was growing tired of all the women and was choosing certain girls to associate himself with. The ones that he had chosen were perfectly fine with not settling into a relationship. Sampson never knew how to actually have one. He attempted once when he was fourteen, but he was just fourteen and didn't know the first thing about having a girlfriend. It lasted two weeks and the girl was just incredibly upset about it. She had raged on about how she had everything planned out for their future and how they were supposed to end up with each other forever. It had scared Sampson so much that he told himself that monogamy was not for him. He'd go searching when he graduated from Beauxbatons. His teenage years were about having fun, not about staying with one person and not knowing what could be with other people. That's why he surrounded himself with people he could possibly end up with, but just couldn't see himself sticking to one person. He wasn't about to be that guy that cheated on girls. Sampson already was hated by a bunch of people and didn't need 'cheater' added to his list of more things to hate about Sampson.

Sampson was just glad he had some variety in his life. Giselle wasn't so dramatic with him like Chloe was. Sampson resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his own thought. They girl drove her crazy most of the time and didn't know why he still kept her around. Sam just shrugged. He didn't mind the cold. He had been up to his mother's homeland and that place was bone-chilling. Sampson much preferred this cold than the one in Scotland. People wore fur cloaks that weighed like twenty pounds and made you tire quickly from just standing in one spot. No, he much preferred France over that cold country any day. Sampson scooted closer to her. Now that she had said something, he could feel the cold going through his skin and right down to his bones. "Eh, it's not that bad out here." Sampson lied with a shrug. "Besides, I'm the one wearing a hat to keep my head warm."

[/color] Sampson added as he looked at her hair and noticed it moved with the wind. Sampson never got how people could be so creative. Desmond was one of those people. He loved carrying his guitar where ever he went and loved to sing. It was all really annoying, but Sampson had to give them credit for coming up with some good stuff. Sampson new that there was such a thing called muse where it gave people ideas. It was their creative juices running through their mind and often got dry spells and blocks.

How was his day going? Sampson looked forward again and squinted his eyes. How had it been going? Well, it was just a usual day where Sampson was tired of people and couldn't wait for another break from school to come along. He'd gladly take the weekend right about now. He needed a fun night to come around to take his mind off of his sarcastic ways. He just needed to find the right person to grab some firewhiskey. "Just one of those typical days full of senseless people and idiots."[/color] Sampson said dramatically, but after a few seconds, his face broke out into a grin. He shook his head. He really liked to make things seem worse than they were and he would give Giselle a break just this time since it was just the two of them and they were alone outside. There were less people to scoff at thankfully out in the cold air. "Nah, it's not that bad. The week's just going slow, that's all."[/color] Sampson answered honestly this time.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[giselle victorié mitchell]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say, I don't mind you under my skin. I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. TAGGED: sampson WORDS: 637 Giselle did consider Sampson a peculiar creature. He wasn’t like the other guys here in this school—standoffish and always vying for the attention of some female within their field of vision—and it was both a pleasure and an annoyance. A pleasure because Giselle never had a problem with him checking out other girls when he was with her. Again, they weren’t steadily dating or whatever, but it was still rude when a guy you were hooking up with was suddenly distracted by another girl. It was embarrassing too because, I mean, what can you honestly say to a guy that you are just casually hooking up with? Telling him not to look at other girls presented a complication and really made things awkward. Sampson was also an annoyance because she could never tell what the hell it was he was thinking. He wasn’t very open with anyone, let alone Giselle, and it was frustrating sometimes. There were times where she could just tell his thoughts were running wild with Lord knows what and she never wanted to overstep her boundaries and get into his head. It was none of her business, as much as she wanted it to be, and he would have to come to her on his own if he ever wanted to talk about something. It just bothered her because she always wanted to help and never could figure out how to with him. Eh, it’s not that bad out here. Besides, I’m the one wearing a hat to keep my head warm. Her hands went up to her head, patting her brunette locks. She shrugged her shoulders before she replied. ”I don’t really do hats. They make my hair flat and ugly. But it looks good on you, though,” she told him with a smile. She was sure she sounded overly girly, but she didn’t say it in an “ew..hats ruin my hair” sort of way. Honestly, she could care less about it messing up her hair, but she really did think they were a bother sometimes. They made her head all sweaty and, well when you knew as many guys as she did, having a sweaty head when meeting up with one of them made for a gross make out session. Yuck. Just one of those typical days full of senseless people and idiots. Nah, it’s not that bad. The week’s just going slow, that’s all. After she had awkwardly asked him how his day was going, she began to feel like a loser. Of all the conversations starters, THAT was what she chose. She was relieved when he had answered though. At least he didn’t think it was too lame of a question. His face broke out into a wide grin as he said his day was full of senseless people and idiots, and she faked a look of shock on her features. She then laughed and shoved him with her shoulder slightly. ”I know what you mean. It’s so hard to find decent company these days,” she told him with a smile. ”It is going slow, isn’t it?! I’m so glad I’m not the only one. It’s brutal. Giselle struggled with what to talk about next. Honestly, they never really spoke this much before. Even when they had first met each other, only a few words were exchanged such as names and ages before they were all over each other. Meh, she guessed that was just how things were. ”I’m going to admit something to you, and please don’t think I’m a loser. But I really don’t know what to talk to you about. I kind of just realized we hardly ever really talked before,” she told him, a nervous laugh escaping from her lips. Well, she needed to get him to open up to her somehow, right? NOTES: this sucks, I’m sorry! I really didn’t know what to write! *kicks muse*

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[Sampson Abernathy]

Sampson may not have liked it when others invaded his personal space, but Sampson thought it was perfectly fine to be in other's personal space. Somehow it was okay then. Sampson always felt uncomfortable when others were too close to him and knew that by invading other people's personal space was an act of violation to make other uncomfortable. Sampson really was just out to make everybody hate him, wasn't he? He wasn't even sure that there was a reason. He just liked to make people feel horrible. Of course, that could just be the reason to watch the world burn. He didn't have any plans to destroy the world though, he wasn't that insane.

He had almost reached out to touch her hair, but Sampson told himself to stop. He was a no-strings-attached kind of guy and he wasn't really one to show affection. He supposed after being around Chloe, he's always been a bit degrading to the girls he hooked up with and never actually talked to them. Yet another reason why Sampson would never be able to have a decent relationship. He wasn't the trusting type and not a very well conversationalist. It was one of the reasons he hardly talked to Giselle or anybody else he was hooking up with. Chloe was the exception because she was a Sournois as well and somehow they were having a friends with benefits sort of relationship. Giselle had her own ways of capturing Sampson's attention. Sampson had given up going for every girl that he set sights on. He couldn't stand girls with no brains and forget about Sampson noticing you if you weren't at least a six.

She was right about not being able to find decent company. There were only a handful of people Sampson even bothered to call friends or actually be more civil than usual with. Giselle was one of those people that Sampson didn't find completely annoying. It was obvious too since he didn't snap at her for touching him. He allowed the nudge to the shoulder and for heaven's sake smiled. It was a good thing there was virtually nobody around them to see Sampson smile. Sampson was at his best when he was alone with another person that he liked. He may be an arse, a jerk, and insensitive, but there was a reason Sampson got all the girls that he did. He thought of himself as extremely attractive, but also a bit charming. He knew how to make a girl blush like a tomato, it just took a bit of time for that side to come out.

She had finally noticed his habit of not conversing well. He had to admit she was brave enough to bring it up. Most just let it slide and eventually let go of him, but Giselle wasn't going to be one of those people. "Ah yes."

[/color] Sampson mumbled and stood up only to extend his hand for her to take. "Let's take a walk."[/color] Sampson told her. If she wanted to know more, then he'd be perfectly happy to tell her that he was not keen on sharing information about himself. Sampson never described himself very correctly since he left out parts that really defined him. Giselle was a gentle soul in Sampson's eyes and knew he would have to explain some things to her. When they began to walk, Sampson had hooked arms with her. Nobody was around to oogle at them, so why not? "Here's the thing: talking about myself isn't really my thing. I like to leave it up to others to figure me out. I'm misleading when I try to describe myself."[/color] Sampson started out. He was just waiting for the disappointment to come, but it couldn't be avoided. "But, nobody really tells me that they don't know what to talk about with me in a nice way."[/color] Sampson told her as he glanced over at her. "I want to be an Auror one day. I love the thrill of danger. So basically I'm always up for a late night adventure if you ever want one."[/color] Sampson said, giving her a wink with a double meaning to his sentence. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]