Post by taytay on Jul 30, 2010 2:34:47 GMT
LENNOX AMADEUS BLETCHLEY
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KNOX - SEVENTEEN - SLYTHERIN - TAYTAY - FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI[/color][/font]
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OH, JUST GIVE THEM ALL B-'s AND BE DONE WITH IT!
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the words dripped from his lips like pure poison, the venom oozing from his pores- his eyes like slits; pure hatred being radiated as he spoke. Lennox Bletchley had never spoken in his entire life until that very moment, and they were some very strong words for a three year old to be uttering- not to mention that they had been directed to his mother. Calliope Blackwood sat there- the porridge that the little tot had spilled over seeping slowly onto the floor- her eyes widened in shock. She didn't know whether to be happy that Lennox had finally spoken, or disturbed that such harsh words were emitted from his tiny lips. It was hard to imagine that a toddler could have so much anger in them, especially over something as little such as spilled porridge. Hate was a strong word, but then again, he was only three years old. He didn't understand what it meant. This is what Miles and Calliope kept on telling themselves for the next thirteen years of his life.[/justify]
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"Tell Santa Clause to take his freaking lump of coal and shove it up my arse-- maybe a diamond will come out!"
The Holidays were always quiet in the Bletchley house hold- Miles would retire to his study early to "work" (which consisted of him listening to Mozart and drowning his pathetic life in a glass tumbler of fire whiskey) and Calliope would slave away in the kitchen all whilst trying to keep on eye on the mischievous Lennox. She had asked for it; she had provoked him into saying something so cheeky. All his mother wanted to do was warn her young one that he would be receiving a lump of coal for Christmas if he kept on pestering her, but Lennox couldn't care less. As if he were afraid of some fat bloke that flew around in a red suit- if he ever saw the arse, he'd hex him to oblivion.
"Watch you're tongue young man or I'll tell your father."
"Go ahead, rat."
The look in the young Bletchley's eyes were menacing. He was always so quiet, but lethal- his sharp tongue always whipping up snide remarks that could cut you like a knife. He was only seven years old, but even before then the Bletchley's knew that Lennox was different.
The Holidays were always quiet in the Bletchley house hold- Miles would retire to his study early to "work" (which consisted of him listening to Mozart and drowning his pathetic life in a glass tumbler of fire whiskey) and Calliope would slave away in the kitchen all whilst trying to keep on eye on the mischievous Lennox. She had asked for it; she had provoked him into saying something so cheeky. All his mother wanted to do was warn her young one that he would be receiving a lump of coal for Christmas if he kept on pestering her, but Lennox couldn't care less. As if he were afraid of some fat bloke that flew around in a red suit- if he ever saw the arse, he'd hex him to oblivion.
"Watch you're tongue young man or I'll tell your father."
"Go ahead, rat."
The look in the young Bletchley's eyes were menacing. He was always so quiet, but lethal- his sharp tongue always whipping up snide remarks that could cut you like a knife. He was only seven years old, but even before then the Bletchley's knew that Lennox was different.
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"I know I'm going to be in Slytherin."
"What if you get in Ravenclaw or something?"
"Inconceivable."
"It's words like that that make me think otherwise,"
"Shut up."
The moment that Lennox set foot onto the gleaming red steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express for the very first time, he knew that his life would change forever. No longer would he have to stay at home, listening to his parent's bickering over his father'salcoholism work. He was going to be able to use magic, and cultivate it for himself. Lennox Bletchley had not one single doubt in his mind about being in Slytherin- he was born for it; sly and cunning, he was the perfect candidate. And it seemed that the sorting hat agreed. It hadn't even been on his head for two seconds when the hat yelled out Slytherin, Lennox getting up- already facing the direction of the Slytherin table- and making his way to his new home.
"What if you get in Ravenclaw or something?"
"Inconceivable."
"It's words like that that make me think otherwise,"
"Shut up."
The moment that Lennox set foot onto the gleaming red steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express for the very first time, he knew that his life would change forever. No longer would he have to stay at home, listening to his parent's bickering over his father's
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"Hold still."
"I don't think it's supposed to go in there."
"well if you hold still then maybe I could find the bloody hole."
"Oh Lennox!"
The Slytherin inwardly rolled his eyes as what's-her-face called him Lennox; He despised the name Lennox. Since his first year at Hogwarts he had made everyone call him Knox, anyone failing to do so ending up in the hospital wing. What's-her-face was lucky she was so endowned- and that he was losing his virginity to her at that very moment- or he would've kicked her to the curb. Even though he despised the name, he liked how she had yelled it, and the fifteen year old couldn't help but grin.
[/blockquote][/blockquote]"I don't think it's supposed to go in there."
"well if you hold still then maybe I could find the bloody hole."
"Oh Lennox!"
The Slytherin inwardly rolled his eyes as what's-her-face called him Lennox; He despised the name Lennox. Since his first year at Hogwarts he had made everyone call him Knox, anyone failing to do so ending up in the hospital wing. What's-her-face was lucky she was so endowned- and that he was losing his virginity to her at that very moment- or he would've kicked her to the curb. Even though he despised the name, he liked how she had yelled it, and the fifteen year old couldn't help but grin.
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KNOX'S LITTLE BLACK BOOK
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[/i][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]- "what's-her-face" - 3.5/10 - the screaming gave me a head ache, but her knockers were huge.
- "toots" - 4/10 - much more improvement from the last, i could actually hear my own thoughts. but, she's a gryffindor.
- "slut" - 5.8 - she really does live up to her name.
- "babe" - 7/10 - such a pretty face. too bad she has the intelligence of a spoon.
- "puff" - 6.5/10 - not too bad, for a puff.
- "chick" - 8/10 - it all seems better when you're drunk.
- "tits" - 7.3/10 - the name says it all.
- "doll" - 8.2/10 - they say the innocent seaming ones are the freakiest.---> cntd.
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[/font][/i][/blockquote][/blockquote]july 23rd, 2019the screaming is getting vexatious and I don't think I can bloody take it anymore. He says he has later hours at the ministry but you can't fool us, Miles, we all know you're fucking some wench. Hell, I'd be fucking some wench too if I had to deal with Calliope's screaming. I swear can she get any louder? The reverberation off the walls are giving me a head ache. Do they even stop to think once "hey, maybe Lennox is getting a fucking head ache from our constant bickering." No. They're just bloody selfish twats. Why do we even have summer holidays? It's all a bunch of bull shit; I hate the sun and I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts. The teachers are daft but at least I'll be in Slytherin- where I belong.
[/font][/i][/blockquote][/blockquote]july 27th, 2019There are approximately one thousand, four hundred and sixty hours, fifty two minutes and thirty eight seconds until the holidays end. I can practically hear the gleaming steam engine and the annoying laughter of the first years. It's all quiet sickening but eerily comforting at the same time.
[/font][/i][/blockquote][/blockquote]augast 1st, 2019Kill me now.
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MAPLE!
MAPLE!
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[/color][/font]IF YOU SWITCH ME DRAGONS I'LL GIVE YOU MY
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