The Willow Maid | VICTOR [FINISHED]

Victor Creed came sulking into the common room his messy black hair hanging over his face, the tip of his nose was the only part of his face not covered by the shadows. At dinner he had went to the owlry hoping for a letter from his Pepa, it had been a week since he heard from him, "My fucking parents," he cursed in his head at the mere thought of them. Unfortunately he had grown so worried he wrote to his estranged parents about this concern.

The news was terrible, so much worse than he had planned. Vic decided to cut his last class to get a letter written to his Mother all the while thinking, "This would be quicker if I had a fucking number to contact them!"

Entering the common room it was unfortunately not empty, as a bright shiny blonde haired girl sat on one of the couches singing and stitching some gawky dress thing. She wasn't part of this house but he didn't care, she wasn't a part of his house. Ash? Ashlin?

Vic launched himself into a seat letting his shaggy unkept hair hide his face and he crumbled the letter in his hand shoving it down his pocket staring at Ashlin, "Have you switched houses or somethin'? Seen you a lot lately," he pointed a lanky finger at her project, "Working on that and singing. Don't mind the singing it's," Jesus he was paying a compliment to someone he's never really talked too, "Soft. What's the song?"

Ashlin M. O'Mara

He just stared as she talked, he had had a few altercations with her boyfriend's brother Evan but not the actual boyfriend. Vic kinda felt jealous over the Mother bond it seemed Ashlin and her mother had but he wouldn't say anything because he would love to have that bond, "Well you song well."

He sat for the longest time after her question, "One rarely ever asks me a question, how do I follow that up?"

But still he sat in silence playing with the letter in his hand clenching it into a ball, then releasing, and repeating. He chewed on his lips and let his eyes burn with tears as he thought of a response, of course Ashlin couldn't see because of the hair and he thought, "Thank God.

After what felt like eternity Vic let it slip just as if this was how you brought something up like this, "My Pepa died a week ago. My parents just let me know."

Ashlin M. O'Mara

When she pushed his hair back, he hadn't even seen her move, Victors skin broke out with goosebumps all over. To honestly say he had had a loving or such a caring gesture done towards him he couldn't, not a single one. Granted he and Pepa were close, they never had a bonding moment where his Grandpa ever had to show physical affection. He appreciated it more than she would ever know, a kind gesture like this was more than anyone did anymore, he knew it was nice, but that wall of hurt had already been built to high for anyone to bring down at the moment. The rejection from his parents. Being sorted into such a difficult house where most of the students were of Pure blood class. Victor had to stand up when she wiped away his tears, "You know how hard that is in this house? I am a Muggle Born in a house of pure bloods and the sister house to Slytherin! One of the most famous bigot filled Wizard houses in honestly the world," Vic took a deep breath rubbing away more tears, "The rejection here is the same as home, my parents haven't seen me since I was 3 when they sent me off to live with my Pepa. The other wacko in the family they said."

This was extremely out of character for Vic to unload on someone, especially a mere perfect stranger! He paced the floor now afraid of the affection but he had already started venting it wouldn't stop, "Rejected by my own birth Mother, like trash, she never gave me that embrace. So I stay with my..." he stopped in mid sentence swallowing back a emotion, "Stayed. I stayed with my Pepa for breaks and holidays," he stumbled again, "Now I'll be here. Holidays stuck in a house I have to fight for respect everyday," that sad vulnerable feeling was suddenly withdrawn and replaced with hatred, "I am beat down and I'm venting to you, a fucking super nice person, and I can't feel the emotion or find the words to thank you. But what do I do?"

Ashlin M. O'Mara

"I'll," he paused to reflect the invitation with her, the Winchesters, and Rosiers, "What's taintblood?"

It was random change but he was genuinely curious, "I'll give the holiday break a chance, I'll admit I am not a people person and I've been a prick. Still though, taintblood? I never heard of this, certainly never mentioned at Hogwarts," he pushed a lock of his hair back behind his ears so that his gray steel colored eyes shone in the light, "I've never given any of the Winchesters a second thought other than I figured them to be Pure Blood asses," he chuckled, "Like Penny and that thick headed meat sack Ivan. I'll even be your friend of you don't make me be nice to them douchers."

Ashlin M. O'Mara