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Tossing and turning in her bed, Annie was finding it most difficult to get to sleep again. She'd been sleeping, yes, but on and off, and mainly off, too, come to think about it. She was tired, but her mind was so busy with thoughts and she couldn't get it to shut up. Worry was a big one, but she was trying to push all doubt and worry out of her head, and get some damned sleep. She could worry in the morning. A quiet rumble from her stomach alerted her to the fact that she was not only tired, but hungry too. That was unsurprising though, as she'd barely had half a plate of food at dinner today, and her lunch had been about the same. More often than not, at the moment, she couldn't decide what she wanted to eat, and it didn't help when morning sickness would kick in and make the most appetizing of food look repulsive. It wasn't that she didn't want to eat, oh, no. She was just trying to stick to food that would make her less sick. It was hard to convince classmates that everything was alright when you wanted to throw up every single second of the day. Not to mention the fact that she was also expected to concentrate in class, although no doubt all the teachers were probably alerted to her condition by now. Maybe not. Maybe she was being paranoid, but she was sure she'd seen one of the teachers giving her a look of sympathy the other day. Maybe it was just because they knew she'd quit the team though.
Quidditch had been Annie's one form of escape, and as she slid out of bed and into her lovely slippers that were on the floor beside her, she couldn't help but think about how much she missed the feeling of being part of a team already. However, no way in hell was the flying teacher going to let her up on a broom when he was the one who had kindly informed her about the condition that had already altered too much of her life. She was pregnant, go figure, and by Trevor Schumacher as well. Now, if there was anyone in the school that she should have gotten pregnant by, the one thing for sure was that it wasn't a great idea for it to be him. But, she, unfortunately, felt something close to, if not definitely, love for him, and although that was a rare thing to come across sometimes, because he could be a very destructive and insulting person, he'd managed to make her feel it. Go figure. He was one of the least reliable people in the school, she was sure, and yet it was him that she was choosing to have her first child with. Had this not happened by accident, she might not have exactly chosen it, but at the same time, that thing that she was sure was some sort of feeling close to love, might have made her mad enough to suggest kids one day. However, that 'day' would have been far, far in the future, if it ever came at all. But it seemed that their kid couldn't wait that long.
The halls were cold as it was night, so Annie tightened the dressing gown she had on around her, and then adjusted the glasses that she'd perched on her head. They had been the glasses that Trevor had given her, before she gave him something much more precious. Still though, these glasses were precious to her. Knowing the way all too well by now, Annie's feet took her straight to the portrait covering the entrance to the kitchens, and she tickled the pear, like many other students before her who were in search of food had done. And straight away, there was a house elf, eager to help her. "Can I get some beans on toast please? Thanks" Annie spoke with a smile, taking a seat wherever she could find one, which happened to be next to one of the counters in the end. Annie rested her arms on the counter and leant her head on them, heaving a sigh. Pregnant. Fan-fucking-tastic. It wasn't long before another occupant slid onto a stool beside her, and she turned half heartedly to look at who her present company was. Well, on the bright side, whoever it was, must be better than just being stuck with her own thoughts. "hey" she offered a greeting, although her tiredness was clear in her voice.
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Post by pippalarke on Dec 15, 2011 19:53:25 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]white skin in linen, perfume on my wrist  WORDS 814 OUTFIT here. TAGGED annie&open NOTES hope it's okay i'm responding to an old thread. xD “No, no, no, no, no!” Pippa woke up, finding herself hissing at her cat. The large Savannah growled in annoyance and stood, taking the opportunity to curl up on her pillow. But Pippa still wasn’t calm. There was a dementor in her room, she knew it. It was hiding in the corner by her roommate’s bed. It was going to kiss Mary, she knew it. With a sharp breath she closed her eyes. “It’s only a dream, Pippa. It’s only a dream.” But she couldn’t shake the feeling of impending disaster.
Reaching for her pillow, she bit her lip and slid off of the bed, her feet touching the cold floor with a soft ‘thud’. The cold in the room seemed to reaffirm her fear – there was a dementor hiding that was going to suck the soul out of Mary. She had to stop it somehow. Unfortunately, her wand was in her trunk and if there was a dementor it would probably attack her if she reached for it. Instead, she took the pillow with her (irritating her cat further) and held her breath as she carefully walked across the room. She stepped toes-first, trying to keep her steps absolutely silent. As she moved closer, the room seemed to become colder and colder.
Finally, she stopped before the dark shadow and counted in her head. One…two….three. She swung the pillow as hard as she could – at nothing. There was nothing there but the shadow of the bed post. Pip leaned her forehead against the cold wall and released the breath she’d been holding. Slowly, she shook her head. She’d gotten herself confused again. It had just been a nightmare that she continued to live when she woke up.
What kind of girl couldn’t tell the difference between a dream and what was real? This was…exhausting.
Quietly, Pippa turned and went back to her bed. She set the pillow back at the head, which her cat gladly crawled back on top of. “Sorry, Prelude,” she whispered, scratching the huge spotted cat behind the ears. Prelude chirped in response, curling up in a ball. That was fine, though – Pip had no intention of crawling back under the patchwork quilt. Her heart was racing, and unless she calmed down she wouldn’t be going back to sleep. There was only one thing that helped in this situation.
As quietly as possible, she opened her trunk and took out her soft dark blue robe with a ruffle at the end, and slipped it on over her red and black checkered shorts and black tank top with lace around the neck. She tied the satin ends in place, and then reached in and took out a matching pair of ballet slippers, soft and dark blue with a bow on the top. She slipped those on, pushed her braid behind her shoulders and headed out into the common room.
Out here it was warm and inviting, with green plants and yellow furnishings, and windows showing the dark outline of the grass outside. But this wasn’t her destination. No – she was going to sneak out of her dorm after hours.
Carefully, she slipped out of the common room and made her way to the kitchens, which thankfully wasn’t a long walk at all. It wasn’t until she was tickling the pear that she realized she still had her sleep mask on, sitting on her forehead. It was bright blue with gold trimming along the edges and representing eyebrows, and then black fabric and string representing long, lush eyelashes, making the impression of closed eyes. Oh, well – it didn’t really matter, since no one was going to be seeing her. The cool fabric against her overly warm forehead felt good, anyway.
But as she entered the kitchen, Pippa realized she was wrong – she was going to be seen. A girl was sitting in there, with bright hair and a pink robe with red kisses all over it. She didn’t seem to be having a very good night, either.
She walked over to the girl and sat on the stood beside her. A house elf showed up – one she’d met on a few of her midnight journeys to the kitchens, but she could never recall it’s name – and she gave it a small smile. “Can I have an earl grey tea, please? And a pumpkin pastry, thank you,” she said softly. Her sweet tooth always seemed to get the best of her at night.
The girl greeted her, and Pip looked over with a smile. “Hi,” she said back, eyes bright. It was nice not to be alone. If she was alone her thoughts might wander again. “Couldn't sleep? I guess it isn’t a very good night for either of us.” She crossed her ankles carefully and sat straight – just because it was in the middle of the night didn’t mean she could slouch. words that have no form are falling from my lips |
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Post by annie louise carter on Dec 18, 2011 19:14:15 GMT
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Annie was tired, and hungry too, and her lack of rest meant that she was also aching, although her back was the main point and she'd picked up in a book somewhere that even that could be from the baby. She could barely believe that such a tiny thing inside her could change so much, and affect so much, when it wasn't even showing on the outside yet. Well, not properly, although the effects were clearly showing on the outside with Annie's inability to sleep and the new addition of her droopy eyelids to highlight that fact. And she was getting sick and dizzy all the freaking time. It was almost ruining her classes too, thanks to the fact that all she could think about is the baby and how much she wanted to be sick. It certainly was a drain on her concentration. Not to mention that she was almost always thinking about her parents and what the hell they would say when they found out. Annie's mother had her at an early age too, and although they got through it, it had been a struggle. No doubt they'd be disappointed that she'd chosen to take the same path. Not that she'd been trying for a baby, it wasn't that kind of choice, but there was abortion and adoption and Annie couldn't bear either option, and so she chose to keep the baby. She had no idea if it was the right choice, but Annie was going to be responsible for once, and it was their mistake not to use protection and so Annie was going to live with it.
At least she had an apartment, although it was solely funded by her parents and if they kicked her out and stopped paying, where would she go? She didn't know if Trevor's parents would react the same and Annie would admit that this frightened her. She didn't know how many people knew yet, but she knew that sooner or later the students of Hogwarts would work it out because Annie was planning on sticking it out and finishing her seventh year before the baby was born. This would mean many looks of sympathy and many people thinking she was stupid to get herself into such a situation. Annie knew the last part could be true as she had no secure home, really, no money and no way of getting a job because she'd be giant before she knew it. Trevor would be the only one working and if Hogwarts felt like it was no longer her home, well, she didn't know what she was going to do. She just hoped that she had the strength inside to get through all of this and be a good mother. That was the main aim for now, to be a good mother, no matter what. So, when the student next to her asked if she couldn't sleep, Annie nodded, heaving a sigh as her back gave another twinge of pain. "You seriously don't know the half of it." She said, rubbing her back in the hope that it would help.
Maybe this girl would be a good help, when it comes to distracting me, Annie thought. A chat would take her mind off things, wouldn't it. "It hasn't been a very good week." Annie remarked, taking another bite of the food she ordered, before her stomach growled away and the feeling of nausea returned. Annie groaned and pushed the plate away. "I'm Annie, it's nice to meet you" She introduced herself, thinking it would be nice to know who she was talking to. "What stopped you from sleeping?" Annie asked, curious as to why her midnight snacking companion was having trouble falling into that lovely place known as dream world. Oh that was weird and corny, she was spending too much time with corny people somehow...
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Post by pippalarke on Jan 4, 2012 20:07:03 GMT
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When her partner in crime spoke, she gave the bright-haired girl a sideways look. Without bitterness or sarcasm she thought - well, yes...of course she didn’t know the half of it. She didn’t know the girl at all. It was just a fact that she wouldn’t know anything. She opened her mouth to say as much when the House Elf of the elusive name arrived with her tea and pastry.
“Thank you very much,” she said gratefully, bringing the plate and cup closer to her, now sitting straight with her shoulders back. She leaned over just a bit to take in a deep breath over her tea, closing her eyes as the warm scent of bergamot and orange peels and just a hint of something floral filled her nostrils. It was such a comforting-, almost homey scent.
The girl spoke again, and Pippa opened her eyes turned towards her, angling the whole of her body towards her. She smiled a little, nodding in response.“I’m Pippa Larke,” she said, “Though most everyone calls me Pip. It’s nice to meet you, too.”
She turned her head slightly towards her teacup, and let the long fingers of her left hand rest just above the tea, and watched as the steam moved around her fingers. She twisted her fingers a little and watched the steam swirl, almost as if in a dance.“It’s nothing too troubling. I had a nightmare, and then Prelude – my cat – took over my pillow. He doesn’t like when I move him, so I decided to head to the kitchens for some tea. I’m hoping it’ll calm me enough to go back to sleep.” Deciding that the tea had likely cooled enough, she lifted the cup to her dry lips and took a sip. The hot liquid burned her tongue but warmed her insides as it made it’s way down to her stomach. She turned back to her companion with another small smile. “And you? You seem worried about something, if you don’t mind my saying so.” words that have no form are falling from my lips |
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Post by annie louise carter on Jan 5, 2012 19:16:53 GMT
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Annie didn't even know the time anymore, and she was only just sure of the day. She tended to forget recently, but then she couldn't be blamed, after having so much on her mind. Damn him for doing this to her. Of course, he didn't set out with the intention to make her a teenage mother. In fact he had every motive to want the exact opposite. Annie could have done with a few more years to prepare for this. Was there a potion she could take to make pregnancy last longer and in doing so give her more time to do something. Like, read a ton of baby books, or become all motherly. That was what she worried, that when the thing came out of her, she wouldn't feel that motherly bond that was oh so popular in books and movies. What if she didn't have that? Annie placed her hand on her stomach, something which she was almost doing out of habit now, as if she was looking for some movement to tell her that this was real. Everyone would surely guess her situation when the little effer started to kick. She'd be swearing 'for no reason' in the middle of class. Of course she'd have a reason.
There would be a little baby inside her, kicking hell out of her from the inside out. Would she be able to see it's feet? That would be weird, didn't want to see that. Like they were pushing so hard against her skin to make a dent. Ew. But that was the least of the problems. Money was a big issue. Where would she get money for cribs and clothes and baby food and nappies and all that stuff? And when would she have a chance to go get it? It wasn't like she could excuse herself from class to pop into London for a little while. Was apparating whilst pregnant safe? She could nip down to Hogsmede and apparate out from there. That was possible. She'd have to ask someone that though. She smiled when the girl mentioned that she had a cat. Annie had only recently bought her kitten, Merlin. He was a cute little thing and had fallen asleep, from what she could gather, by the side of her pillow. She hoped that she hadn't disturbed him when she'd gotten up. "what's your cat's name?"
[/color] Annie asked, making a note to give that little guy a stroke when she got back to her bed. "Annie Carter"[/color] She said with a smile, running a hand through her hair. It was nice to meet new people, though Annie didn't trust people that easily now. Maybe she should take a chance? No. Annie was in too minds about answering the girl's question. She didn't want everyone knowing and judging her, but then this girl didn't seem like the type to judge. "Can you keep a secret?"[/color] Annie asked, biting her lip. It would be a relief to tell someone else, even if this someone was a complete stranger. Think, strangers on a train, but without the murdering part.[/size][/div][/center] [style=width: 400px; height: 50px; font-family: arial; font-size: 17px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.5; text-align:center;]firework by katy perry lryics. notes i liked the reply!
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Post by pippalarke on Jan 5, 2012 22:57:58 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]white skin in linen, perfume on my wrist WORDS 507 OUTFIT click here TAGGED annie&open NOTES none “His name is Prelude,” said Pippa, the edges of her lips curving upward slightly but her face otherwise devoid of emotion. “I named him while I was studying music. He’s a Savannah, so he’s basically a small dog. He’s huge and knows how to fetch and is leash trained…” she stopped, deciding that if she got on the subject for too long she’d go on about him for hours. She adored her cat. He was the easiest creature to talk to at Hogwarts, and so she confided everything in him.
After another sip of tea she set the cup aside and began to pick at the pastry, tearing off bite-sized pieces and then setting them to one side on the plate. She was craving it, but now that it was here she wasn’t sure if eating so much sugar late at night was a good idea. Her mind was awake enough as it was, still reeling with the nightmare and excited by thoughts of her cat and of making a new acquaintance. Sugar would probably just counteract the relaxing quality of the tea. Oh, but it was warm and soft and sweet and smelled of pumpkin and something like nutmeg or cinnamon. It almost smelled a bit like a Christmas punch her mother made every year. That thought just made it even more tempting…
The girl – Annie – asked her a question. One which Pippa was unsure of the answer.
“Hmm,” was the soft sound she made as she reached for one of the bits of pastry. She popped it in her mouth and chewed slowly as she considered her response. Yes, she was capable of keeping a secret. But she only hated lying. She was honest at every point she could possibly be, and didn’t see the point in telling falsehoods. It just didn’t seem a fair thing to do.
But on the other hand, this wasn’t her secret to tell. A secret that wasn’t hers was easier to keep, since it wasn’t any of her business anyway and it was something personal for the other person. And it was different when it was something told in confidence, rather than when it was something someone wanted covered up.
This seemed like it was more a need to talk to someone, more a test of loyalty than of a confession, and loyalty was something Pippa had in spades. She could be a good listener, too. She just disliked lying to cover up someone breaking school rules or otherwise doing something unfair to someone else.
So, as long as Annie wasn’t about to say that she’d opened the Chamber of Secrets again or had been cheating off another student, a secret would be easy to keep.
After taking those few seconds to consider, she swallowed the pastry and picked up her tea cup again. “Yes,” she said, with full confidence that she was speaking the truth. “I can keep a secret. I wouldn’t tell anyone your personal business…it’s not my place. But I’m here to listen, if you like.”
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Post by annie louise carter on Jan 6, 2012 19:03:19 GMT
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Annie felt like hitting her head against the desk, but it would hurt and she was going through enough pain at the moment. Of course, Prelude was the cat's name. It did seem that this word had been oddly placed in the sentence. She was so tired though that it seemed that she couldn't use common sense at the moment. "You walk your cat? I know someone who walks his ferret. Not a euphemism."
[/color] Annie pointed out with a laugh, thinking about the father of her child. Oh god, was that what she would call him in her head from now? Was that all that she could see him as? Great. Just freaking fantastic. Every time she'd think about him that would pop into her head and then it would make her panic more. It was hard trying to get away from thoughts of something growing inside of you. Annie didn't know how anyone could ignore it, knowing something was living and breathing or whatever, within your body. Knowing that you were the reason that it was alive. It was you that was keeping it there, and you had the choice to end it's life. There were two alternatives, abortion and adoption, but Annie couldn't have aborted the baby. She didn't have it in her to murder her own child before she would meet them. She definitely didn't have it in her to kill something that was a part of her, and of her mother, and of her grandmother, and of Trevor as well. She'd have felt too guilty and in the end it could have driven her mad. Maybe she'd have even killed herself. She knew one thing though, she'd have always been asking herself what the kid would have been like and those thoughts herself would be terrible. And adoption was out of the picture in case the baby ended up with a bunch of weirdo’s. She'd have to have some sort of plan for that too because she couldn't give it to a muggle family in case the time came when the kid got it's letter and the family rejected it like it was a diseased freak. Trevor kind of experienced that as his parents didn't like the fact that he was magical and they weren't. They much preferred his non-magical sister, from what Annie could remember of the little times he'd talked of his family. Annie was relieved that the girl had said yes. In a way, she was scared to talk about it because it would make it even more real. She was also scared to share the fact that she was pregnant in case she ended up getting words like 'slut' or 'whore' or the like thrown at her. Especially because Trevor had a reputation and plenty of people had seen them together meaning that they'd know who the father was and consider her stupid for even risking that. They did take precautions, it wasn't like they'd been completely unprotected. Apparently they hadn't quite worked though. "I'd appreciate it if this stayed between me and you."[/color] Annie clarified, before looking down at the table to speak. "I'm carrying a life inside of me, and I've never been more scared of something, ever."[/color] Annie said, her hand floating down to her stomach and resting on it again. Soon there would be a curve there making it obvious, but luckily enough, not quite yet. Annie wasn't even sure whether Hogwarts was the best place for her. She was tossing around the idea of working whilst she can in Hogsmede to save money up. "I don't know how I'm going to cope. And I don't know what I'm supposed to do to make everything work out ok"[/color] Annie said honestly, letting the girl see how worried she was. She never let anyone see this, but for once, Annie needed to be weak.[/size][/div][/center] [style=width: 400px; height: 50px; font-family: arial; font-size: 17px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.5; text-align:center;]firework by katy perry lryics. notes i liked the reply!
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