F E E L I N G - S O : faithless

[zepopeboy]

i'm tired of being what you want me to be
feeling so faithless
lost under the surface

Rose Petal Lane was so much more romantic when he was in the correct mood. Mistuh Landon Pope had a plan. He was going to see Missus Young again. He had taken from the kitchens a few dinner-like items. They were going to have a dinner picnic. Now, Mistuh Landon didn't want to inform Chelsea any old way. He was going to write her a note. But it wasn't just a note. It was a ransom note. =O He had stolen her Transfiguration notebook in class. If she wanted it back, she would have to have a nice dinner with him. How brilliantly evil, right? >=] He had sent the note a few minutes ago.

Dear Lady Young,

I, Landon Pope, have kidnapped your Transfiguration notebook. If you wish to pass Transfiguration this year, you must supply me with my ransom. A dinner at Rose Petal Lane. Be there by 7:45, and your Transfiguration notebook will be alive.

Knight Pope.

i don't know what you're expecting of me
put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes

Now Mistuh Landon had to find an obvious, but not annoying place to set up. He checked his watch. It was 7:20, he had twenty-five minutes to get everything ready. After a short amount of searching he found a nice clearing off the path. He'd set up there, and wait for her on the path. Yes. That would would work well. Landon was very excited for his semi-date with Chelsea that she had yet to know about. If Chelsea wasn't amused by his little kidnapping, then he really didn't want to hang out with someone with such a small sense of humor.

Landon placed his picnic basket down and pulled out a red and white checked table cloth, and spread it out on the ground. Then he pulled out two plates, placing them on either side of the table cloth, then he added napkins and silverware. Next he brought out two bottles of butter bear, and two goblets, in which he poured the butter bear. Then he stuffed the bottles back in the basket and pulled out a plate of drumsticks, fruit, and cheese. After that was a bowl of pudding. For a final touch, he plucked a rose and put in a small vase. Everything was ready.

caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow
every step that I take is another mistake to you.
caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

Landon left the clearing and found his way onto the path. Then he walked towards the beginning of it, and found a rose. He carefully peeled all the thorns off and held it in front of him. Everything was perfect. Now all he needed was his fair lady, the beautiful Chelsea Young.

For the beautiful, Chelsea Young

[chelsea]

She landed on the couch of the Ravenclaw room, rather ungracefully as a matter of fact. Forgive her, she was tired. After learning she was almost failing her HoM class, she had struggled to pull up her grade. And when she meant struggle, she meant struggled. Who knew trying to find answers was such hard work? It seemed her notes with regards to the class hadn't been comprehensive enough, and thus allowing her no chance of finishing her work easily.

Darn.

As she rubbed her eyes, she reached towards her bag, to pull out her Transfiguration notebook. Time for more studying. She was not about to fail another class. As her pale hand reached here and there to locate the book, she found herself greeted with not a hardcover book.

Rather instead, a note.

Raising an eyebrow at the note, she found herself scanning it rather fast. Because she was pretty darn sure she didn't leave her notes unfiled, but here was one, out of the blue, resting in her bag. For all you know, perhaps someone had slipped it in - which made her wonder how he or she had been able to slip past her defenses, coming close enough to her.

And her eyebrow twitched, upon reading the note.

No way.

He hadn't.

She made a frantic dive for her violet colored bookbag, not inclined to believe what the note said. And as she searched for her notebook, that limegreen colored one, she came to realise something rather dire indeed.

He had.

Banging her head down on the armrest of the couch, she gave a frown. It seemed that a certain Pope had gone about sneaking in her bag, and in class having stolen her notebook. Something he knew she needed very badly. Darn him.

Raising a slender hand to massage her temples, she closed her eyes and brought her knees towards her. Her blue-green eyes darted towards the clock that even the Ravenclaw Common Room had, and instantly she shot up, to a standing position.

Rats. She only had a few minutes, less than that, to prepare.

Sincerely regretting not reading the note earlier, she ran a hand through her hair, her brown locks tangled at the end. Moving towards her own dorm room, at a speed she didn't even know she possessed, she dropped her bookbag on her bed, and stood in front of the mirror.

She sure didn't look good.

(But then again, when had she ever?)

As she ran a brush through her hair, and her blue-green eyes focusing on what she was wearing, she made a face. She just had to wear a skirt today - and with a lack of time to change, she couldn't remove it now, could she? Stripping the Ravenclaw robes off her lean body, she sincerely doubted he would want her to appear in robes, for a date.

Date?

When had she started thinking like that? It was obviously a meeting to get her Transfiguration book back, a ransom note to top it all off. Yet, why was it a date?

Well, he had wanted to meet at Rose Petal Lane, a place for dates. He was organising a dinner too, and it was sort of a date, right? Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she chewed on her bottom lip as she stared at her reflection. A white halter top matched with a black skirt. Well, it was okay, right? Matched in her favorite colors - save the color purple - she looked alright for whatever Landon was intending to do.

Her feet made quick work of the hallways, as she looked at the Giant Clock that graced Hogwarts. Less than five minutes. Hallelujah. She might just make it - might. As she clenched her jaw, she thought of various ways to kill Landon when she got there. Perhaps burn him on a stake, or something. If he didn't return her book, she might actually just do that.

Skidding to a halt as she arrived at the entrance towards Rose Petal Lane, she was, to put it simply, shocked to see someone standing there, in the middle. As she got closer, she recognized the face, almost instantly. Deciding she would scare the hell out of him, she put on a pissed look, and came closer towards him. Raising his note in his face, she said in a low voice, 'You're dead.'

[/color] She was completely oblivious to the fact that in the other's hand a rose was held, seeing as she was just focusing on his face.[/blockquote][/size][/font]

[zepopeboy]

i've
become so numb
i can't feel you there

Landon tapped his foot impatiently, checking his watch. It was 7:40. Was she going to come? He messed up his black, purple, and red hair impatiently. He began playing with his snakebites, but stopped when he remembered that Missus Young didn't like it at all. So he wouldn't want her to come and catch him messing with his snakebites now would he? No, not at all. So he stopped and checked his watch. 7:43. Landon was getting nervous at this point.

He played with the flower a little, not to mess it up or anything, impatiently. Would she show up? Would she find the note in time. The butterflies that always came minutes before the big event were getting restless. He checked his watch again, 7:44. Had it really only been a minute? Time passed so slowly when you wanted it to go by quickly. How horrid. Then he saw a girl over the bend. He checked his watch. 7:45. She was just on time. He smiled. She had shown up. What a relief.

become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this

As she got closer Landon greeted her, well, not exactly a greeting. "The only problem with you being gorgeous," he told her, "the damn butterflies won't go away." He grinned a little, hoping she'd enjoy his little joke. He looked at her face. It was not happy or joking, it was pissed. Oh, this was not good. The butterflies retreated. He inspected her carefully, looking for any hint of a joke. She was either a really good actor, or she was actually pissed.

Your dead.

Hmmm. Chelsea wasn't a girl he really wanted to have anything to do with any more. But, since he had already prepared the dinner, he might as well have some fun tonight. He tucked the rose [that had been peeled of all it's thorns] behind her ears and took a step back to look at her. "You know, luff," he said, "you'd look even prettier than you already are, if you just turned that frown upside down."

all I want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you.

Turn that frown upside down? he asked himself. What a lame remark. He mentally scolded himself, and wondered when it was that he had done to loose all his girl charming abilities. That was something that might have made a three-year-old giggle, it wasn't likely to make Chelsea giggle. He sighed, though it wasn't noticeable by anyone, including Chelsea. He really had thought that Chelsea was a nice girl. But, apparently, she wasn't. Well, she was, but not the person Landon would hang out with.

He took her hand and kissed it. "I do believe you owe me a dinner," he told her, before lightly guiding her to the place where there was a meal ready for the two of them. When he was very close, he covered her eyes and whispered into her ears, "I want this to be a surprise." He pulled away the final brush and stepped into the clearing, guiding Chelsea with him. He removed his hands from her eyes, and waited for a reaction.

[chelsea]

She stopped short at his greeting, as he said about butterflies. What butterflies? And upon thinking that, she immediately voiced her opinions out. 'Butterflies? What butterflies?'

[/color] Well, she was clearly surprised after all, please don't blame her. Hell, this was what.. Her second time out with a guy? Or perhaps more, who knew? But you could say it was rather pathetic.

Darn it. Her voice had almost quavered when she was trying to scold him. At least, that's what she felt. So which meant he could have seen through her trick. At least, she was attempting a trick. But then, when he suddenly sported a frown on his face, Chelsea was worried. Darn, had she really succeeded in losing a friend. Friend - wow, talk about upgrading of status. From acquaintence to friend indeed. Immediately, her expression softened, and she put the hand that had been thrust in front of him away, her face filled with, if even possible, remorse. 'Gomen. Did I scare you? I meant it as a joke... But perhaps you took it too seriously...'[/color] She ran a hand through her hair, as her face instantly became one that perhaps resembled a kid's in innocence.

As she felt a movement by her ear, her blue-green eyes immediately darted towards that side, to see Landon tucking something there. Raising a hand to her ear, she touched it, and quirked an eyebrow. A rose? Which reminded her about his small injury that time. 'Thank you... How's your finger?'[/color] she asked, her lips quirking into a small smile - wonders if he'll even see that. She prayed not; he could tease her about it to no end.

Since he had asked her to do it, after all.

She yet again, like the last time, blushed when he did the same action as before - kissing her hand. Thank goodness for long hair that covered her cheeks, as she raised an eyebrow at his statement. 'I do? Oh yes. The notebook. How did you manage to slip it out of my sight?'[/color] The Ravenclaw was curious to know an answer to that question, because it wasn't everyday someone suddenly stole something from you.

But as her question ended, so did her line of sight, because sudddenly her eyes were covered. Mouth open slightly, she was about to voice her refusal at having her sight removed, when he explained. Nodding mutely at his words, she followed his movements, fearful of dropping or slipping. You would too, if you couldn't see. And then, as quick as her eyes had been covered, they had been released, to allow her to see the sight before her.

She allowed a small gasp to escape her lips.

He had really done a good job, no doubt. And as she scanned over every little intricate detail, she tilted her head, and asked, 'You did all this... For me?'[/color] Well, it was touching. And she might admit to him, later. Never now - it was all too embarrassing for her to admit, against her personality and what not.

Yet somehow with him he brought out her other side.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[zepopeboy]

ooc; My reasoning for the butterflies. They've seen each other in classes and such, 'cause they have known each other for a month, it would seem likely they've seen each other in classes, we just can't arpee all of that. [=

Butterflies? What butterflies? Landon grinned mischievously but did not answer her question, he simply winked. The poor girl thought so little of herself. What kind of family was she brought up in? Even Landon's parents, who he suspected were glad that he had finally left, told him to feel good about himself. It was the base rule of parenting. Make your children feel good about themselves. [Unless, of course, they had done something truly horrible, that was a different case.]

Chelsea's face softened and she spoke. Gomen. Did I scare you? I meant it as a joke... But perhaps you took it too seriously... Landon laughed a little. He had fallen for her trick. How silly of him. "I'll get you back one day," he told her, laughing a little. How could she blame him for falling for her? She was a good actress, no matter what she told herself. She could seriously go into acting as a career. Landon had been scared she had really been mad.

The young lady seemed surprised as he tucked the rose behind her ear. Her hand moved to her ear and felt the rose. She seemed pleased. Thank you... How's your finger? Landon was confused for a moment, and then realized that she was talking about the finger he had pricked on a rose. He raised the hand, and showed her the finger. Only a small dot was visible. Landon noticed a smile creeping up her face, and Landon was glad she had listened to him. It was a good thing.

"It's good," he told her.

I do? Oh yes. The notebook. How did you manage to slip it out of my sight? Ahhh, now she wanted to know how he had done his devilish deed. He would tell her, he was obliged to do so. "Oh," he began, "I slipped it out of your bag while you were talking to your friend, Isin, or something. It wasn't to hard, since we don't use books in class, only to copy down notes at the end and do homework."

You did all this... For me? Landon grinned, staying silent for a moment, letting her take in all the work he had put into it. He even thought that he heard a gasp escape Chelsea's lips. This made him happy. "Nah," he teased, "I did for another lady friend, but she canceled at the last minute." He paused for a moment and then added, "just kidding, yes it was all for you."

He stood there for a moment and then spoke again, "let's eat!" With that he sat down, hoping for Chelsea to do the same.

[chelsea]

OOC; Well, that makes perfect sense! :]

She blinked, when to his question, all he gave as a reply was... a wink. How vague an answer was that! And if anything, it did not help her feel better or what not. It only served, to slightly degrade her already low self-confidence - now how dare he think she had too low confidence when he was indirectly in a way, the reason why.

Okay, perhaps that was exaggerating the truth a little.

The Ravenclaw allows herself to quirk an eyebrow, when he insists that he would get her back. A curve of the corner of her lips, the right side, into an expression vaguely resembling a smirk. 'Oh really?'

[/color] She finds herself unable to believe it, since it is rather hard to sneak something pass her without knowing.

Then again, he did steal her Transfiguration notebook...

Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she noted the fact he raised his finger, and what was once a bigger hole had now become a miserable little dot. But sometimes miserable things were the best, and she let, yet again, a small curve of lips to appear. 'That's good.'[/color] She gives a incline of her head, and tucks her hand such that it's playing with the ends of the skirt, a ribbon which serves as a belt. Double usage of a single item - ingenious, whoever thought of it.

When he spoke of one called Isin, she found herself allowing a confused look to appear yet again, before realisation dawned. Clicking her tongue as a reply, she shook her head, and corrected immediately, 'Isaac. A fellow Ravenclaw.'[/color] But she remembered his words, and reminded herself never to be so careless that he could once again pull the same thing on her. That would be highly embarassing.

Her eyes shifted to the blanket that lay beneath the picnic basket. This had indeed, been unexpected. Who knew that Landon was actually rather... sweet. Yes, perhaps the word here was properly applied, since it was not too often that the other termed something as sweet. Her eyes went wide briefly, as he claimed that she was a last minute replacement, and tempted to swat him, she was glad he changed midway.

And she nodded when he asked that they eat, herself following Landon's actions in sitting down. 'So Knight Pope, can you cook?'[/color][/size][/font][/blockquote]

[zepopeboy]

Awwww. Poor Chelsea felt no better? How upsetting. Pffft, Landon will help rebuild Chelsea's confidence in his own twisted way. Yes, he would. He had decided that he didn't like the people that raised her. When If he became a parent, he would discourage shyness. He'd make sure that none of his children felt the need to be shy. His children would also be amazingly awesome. [=

Landon noticed a small smile on Chelsea's face and a short eyebrow raise. Oh really? To Landon, it seemed as if it was less of a question and more of a challenge. Landon liked challenges. Why? Simply because he always managed to win them. It often took a long time and a great deal of thinking [the thinking was usually what took up the great deal of time, Landon was not the brightest person in the world, if you hadn't noticed yet, he was actually rather slow].

She was happy that his finger was okay. That was good. It meant she cared. Of course, it could just be that she was being polite, because most people would say that. Landon noted she was wearing a skirt, with a ribbon that was not only decorative, but also a belt. She looked good, as usual. But he didn't comment. He thought it would be a bit to much to constantly tell someone they looked good, after a while it got a little repetitive. And a tad annoying. Occasionally it was okay.

"Isaac," he repeated, "your friend, I take it?"

Duh, he thought, what else would he be? He mentally smacked himself for the stupid remark. You'd think, by now, he'd be better at figuring things out. Supposed it must just be another thing proving his slowness. Landon wondered if Chelsea was annoyed at the trick he had played on her. He hoped not. He hoped she was just thought it was a cute gesture.

Landon grinned when he noticed her eyes going wide. She was so cute when she was mad. For a moment, he thought that Chelsea was going to slap him. That would be a not good. Yes, it would definitely be a not good. Landon took a bite of chicken as Chelsea spoke. So Knight Pope, can you cook? Landon laughed a little, his mouth still full, so it came out as a slightly strangled cough. He swallowed.

"I'm afraid not," he told her, "all credit for the cooking of this meal goes to the wonderful House Elves. Last time I tried to make cookies, I took one bite of them and was tempted to go the Hospital Wing, to make sure I hadn't poisoned myself." So that was a little stretched, but still, peppercorn and hot sauce is not a good idea in cookies.

[chelsea]

Somehow... His so called twisted way made her afraid, if only a little. Well, hey, he just had to emphasize it now didn't he? Wasn't her fault, at least in her point of view. And besides, the idea of Landon as a parent was oddly... amusing. To see the carefree boy - at least carefree in her eyes - bound with responsiblities and work, and perhaps duty - it was highly unthinkable. At least, the First Year Ravenclaw couldn't picture it at all.

Funny, how we all change upon growing up.

As she wrestled her fingers through the ends of her brown hair, she let her blue-green eyes travel, somehow refusing to meet his eyes. It made her.. embarrassed? Wow, talk about a first. Rarely was she anything like that - in fact, upon coming here, she had changed a lot. She had been here.. For about half a month? That was a long time, in her eyes. At least, longer than she had expected to stay. She had been hoping inwardly that her father suddenly had a change of heart and would pull her away from this school.

At the moment though, the last thing she would want was perhaps to ever leave.

Because here, despite the change, it was good. She was smiling, albeit only a little more than she normally would. And she was feeling more free. Perhaps because here, there was a lack of control from her over-pressurizing father. It seemed that her whole life was as good as ruled by him. Talk about having no life.

And then of course, there were the people that she had met. Like both Landon and Isaac, who were great partners in class and people she met often - people she actually hung out with. The people at home would never believe her, of course. She could just see the smirk plastered over their faces, as they gossiped 'The Resident introvert actually has friends!' How she yearned to hurt them, in some way or the other.

But she was only fourteen, what could she do?

At his repitition of Isaac's name, and of the question on whether he was her friend, she found herself nodding. Indeed, Isaac was a friend. A quirk of an eyebrow when he said this, merely curious as to why he was so inqusitive of the nature of who Isaac was, but she reserved all comments. She was however, tempted to retort smartly 'No, of course not! My enemy Isaac.' and promptly at that point insert a look that spelled the word lame and brought it to full potential.

She nodded when he said that the cooking was all of the House Elves work. Figured. And as she allowed a smirk to appear on her face, she tilted her head in acknowledgement, deftly replying, 'I've never tried cooking before, to be honest.'

[/color] There were so many things she never tried before, at least, outside of academic stuff. She was smart, no doubt, but when it came to other things... She probably could fail if they were graded.[/blockquote][/size][/font]

[zepopeboy]

[ i do apologize for the long delay. something absolutely awful happened. one day, my muse just got up and walked away. couldn't get him back for a while. this will be a revolting post ]

His twisted ways couldn't make her scared if she didn't know of them. You see, he didn't really imagine them twisted, as they were what he always did. It was the streak of evil in him. Evil people didn't really know they were being evil, see. They just thought it was normal and good. They did what they thought was right. That was what people always got confused about Evil people. They really weren't all horrid. In fact, they were hardly evil at all.

Landon... With children... Scary, yes. That's why he thought, if children. Landon probably wouldn't be a very good parent. The only reason his children would be awesome because he was so awesome. Things worked like that, even if people don't think they do.

Awww. Chelsea has a teensie, weensie crush on Knight Pope? How adorable. Landon's parents were all to happy to send him off to school. They hated him. Well, not really. But they were tired of him because he hated them. Yes, yes, people were supposed to love their parents, but it didn't always work like that. Especially if they were really annoying parents. He had a right to hate them! If they took him away from this school he'd hate them even more. It was fun here.

Landon enjoyed the people he had met here. Bob was quite fun to hang with. Well... To be fair, he'd only ever hung out with her once, and he technically wasn't supposed to then, 'cause they were in the Forbidden Forest, but she was still awesome. So was Chelsea. She was absolutely wonderful. And a little shy. She needed to loosen up, which is what Landon would do. [:

The Slytherin thought he noticed Chelsea's eyebrows raise when he mentioned Isaac's name again. He bit down on his bottom lip. He felt as if her eyes were smirking at him. Which was an odd thought, but a thought all thought all the same. And it wasn't a fun one. Hopefully it was all just his imagination and he was being waaay to scared.

She nodded, and this time she really did smirk. But it was a good smirk. "Hmmm," Landon said, "interesting, well, maybe you should try cooking with me. I'll be His Master Chefness, and you can be Her Chefness, and we'll try baking a cake. It will be fun! Hopefully it will be better than the last time I tried to cook." He grinned.