Post by noah elias ashford on Nov 21, 2012 7:01:19 GMT -5
Pain, I can't get enough
A lot had changed for Noah Ashford in the last few months and, even being the intelligent, sometimes cruel person he was, sometime it seemed that the only way to drown ones sorrows was to stock up on sugar-laden sweets from Honeyduke's. Although he would never admit to having a weakness for sugar quills and bertie botts every flavour beans, it would be quite clear to anyone who saw him right now that this was to be the case. The basket he had grabbed on the way in was full of those two particular types- thankfully, there didn't seem to be anybody of much importance around, and so Noah felt obliged to do as he pleased. He deserved it, anyway; having to listen to many of the idiots of the so-called 'popular' crows of Hogwarts babble on nonsensically... well, Noah had to sacrifice good and intelligent conversation fairly often due to the people he acquainted himself with. Most of them would never truly understand his dry wit and sarcastic humour- although there were a few gems in his crowd of accomplices, he could admit- and it was tiresome.
Many people had seemed to cotton onto the fact that Noah had changed quite a bit over the past few weeks, but none of them knew of any reason as to why it had happened, and he much preferred to keep it that way. Although the term 'fall from grace' was cliché and over-dramatic (especially considering he was still very much in with the in crowd), it was something that could be coined for his particular situation. Once overly confident, brash and quietly manipulative, Noah was no longer quite so loud as he had been when he spoke, and he didn't berate others so obviously. It was the little things that people seemed to notice, although one sharp glare from him and they would immediately turn their heads away and act as though they hadn't been wondering about him at all, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't need people attempting to pry into his personal life to find answers to a question he couldn't care less about. He still had his status and that was enough for him at the moment.
Currently, he was enjoying his moment of escape from the gaggles of idiots that followed people like him around. It was as though they needed leadership, and whilst Noah was all too happy to be a ruler, he wasn't quite in the mood for listening to petty gossip and rumours that were circulating around the school at the moment- none of that interested him, unless he was involved in either the story or the making of the story. With an irritated sigh, Noah made his way over to the counter to purchase his goods- unfortunately, he didn't manage to get very far before he was walking straight into a small blonde-haired girl, who seemed somewhat vaguely familiar to him. "Watch yourself!" he scowled, tone derisive as always. His mood was only worsening as the day dragged on, and although he felt a little guilty at behaving in such a way to a situation that was as much his fault as it was hers, he could barely stop the irritation from creeping into his tone. Noah Ashford had changed in many ways, but he would always be the spoiled, determined boy he had been born.
Many people had seemed to cotton onto the fact that Noah had changed quite a bit over the past few weeks, but none of them knew of any reason as to why it had happened, and he much preferred to keep it that way. Although the term 'fall from grace' was cliché and over-dramatic (especially considering he was still very much in with the in crowd), it was something that could be coined for his particular situation. Once overly confident, brash and quietly manipulative, Noah was no longer quite so loud as he had been when he spoke, and he didn't berate others so obviously. It was the little things that people seemed to notice, although one sharp glare from him and they would immediately turn their heads away and act as though they hadn't been wondering about him at all, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't need people attempting to pry into his personal life to find answers to a question he couldn't care less about. He still had his status and that was enough for him at the moment.
Currently, he was enjoying his moment of escape from the gaggles of idiots that followed people like him around. It was as though they needed leadership, and whilst Noah was all too happy to be a ruler, he wasn't quite in the mood for listening to petty gossip and rumours that were circulating around the school at the moment- none of that interested him, unless he was involved in either the story or the making of the story. With an irritated sigh, Noah made his way over to the counter to purchase his goods- unfortunately, he didn't manage to get very far before he was walking straight into a small blonde-haired girl, who seemed somewhat vaguely familiar to him. "Watch yourself!" he scowled, tone derisive as always. His mood was only worsening as the day dragged on, and although he felt a little guilty at behaving in such a way to a situation that was as much his fault as it was hers, he could barely stop the irritation from creeping into his tone. Noah Ashford had changed in many ways, but he would always be the spoiled, determined boy he had been born.
STARRING: PENNROSE SELWYN | WORDS: 574 | LOCATION: HONEYDUKES| OUTFIT: N/A | NOTES: :)|
