Delilah Jane Spinnet (takeyoudown) wrote in valesco, @ 2012-09-12 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | delilah spinnet, victoria cadwallader |
Who: Delilah vs. Victoria
What: Delilah vs. Victoria
Where: Outside Florean's
When: Today?
Delilah hummed to a tune that had been stuck in her head since Rupurt’s birthday party as she left Florean’s, ice cream in hand. The annoying part was she didn’t even know what the song was, none of the words, not a title or who sang it, just the rhythm that circled in her head on endless repeat. Only reason it wasn’t driving her crazy, was that she was pretty sure it was the song was playing when Richard asked her to dance. And that led to a fun night she could really only smile about.
She paused outside picking up a copy of the Prophet from the newsstand. She glanced over the quidditch scores as she ate her ice cream. She had few days before her next duel. Perhaps she would owl Richard. He had said no expectations and they were drunk but what was the worst that could happen?
Well, the worst that could happen had already happened the other night, as far as she was concerned. Her hand still ached from where she’d had to go to the healer right before her latest match and get it fixed, but she was trying hard not to think about that. It had been a miserable game, but she’d -- well, she’d really deserved it after how stupid she’d been.
Speaking of stupid … as she looked up from the hot chocolate that she was drinking, she spotted a familiar blonde. She’d almost regretted not decking Delilah while she was drunk, because now she knew that wasn’t the polite thing to do -- but how much better would she feel? She frowned to herself and approached Delilah’s table with a frown.
“I just thought I’d let you know that you drove my brother out of the country. That takes some really nasty talent.”
Delilah froze at the familiar voice. Well, this was inevitable, the wizarding community was small, she was bound to run into Victoria at some point in time. She was actually quite surprised that they hadn’t run into each other sooner, as many quidditch related parties Delilah had been too. Then again up until recently she may or may not have been actively avoiding her.
She put down her paper and looked up to the blonde standing next to her table. Delilah was not a coward and she certainly wasn’t afraid of Victoria Cadwallader. She frowned at her words, she had thought that a rumor the Tattler had made up to stir up some drama. He certainly wouldn’t have left the country just because of her.
“That is not my fault.” She said evenly. “Yes, what I did was wrong, horrible even. But its not like I didn’t try to make it right. He didn’t want to speak to me. Or even hear what I had to say. I don’t blame him. But as far as him leaving England, well I’m not taking that blame.”
“Right, and I’m sure that you came by his place to try and speak to him about it.” She put a finger to her lips.
“Oh, wait -- no, you didn’t. I know this because he was living in my home.” She had a feeling that she was going to get more and more angry as this went on, but she couldn’t stop her lips from moving.
Oh, Henry was going to be so angry with her if she caused a scene. “Do you even have any idea how crazy he was about you? He wasn’t exactly what you’d call experienced with girls.” His kissing might’ve betrayed that much, but at least he’d been … enthusiastic. “You can think whatever makes you feel better, I guess, but I’ll tell you flat-out that he left the country because he couldn’t stand seeing your face around.” This might’ve been an exaggeration, of course, but she had a right to embellish a little for her brothers’ sake, right?
Right.
“Shut up!” Delilah said just short of shouting as she slammed her hand on the table. She didn’t need this. She had spent enough time feeling like a terrible person, wallowing, thinking that she deserved all the hate mail she got after those Tattler issues. Yes, she did a horrible thing, but she wasn’t going to let it define her life. “You were not a part of that relationship. You do not get to lecture me. I don’t have to explain myself to you.” she seethed as she stood up.
“I tried. He didn’t want to see me, I wasn’t going to force my presence on him. I thought I let him cool off and the next thing I know, I can’t even find him. I was wrong, but there is only so much I can do. I probably was never right for him in the first place.” Delilah didn’t want to hear about how crazy he was about her. She knew. It was glaringly obvious. That’s what made her hate herself and she didn’t want to remember that at all. “So if you don’t mind, I’m not going to sit here and listen to this. He’s moved on, so will I.”
“So maybe you should’ve ended it with him before you went to suck another fella’s face off, huh?” She wasn’t just frustrated at Delilah, not really -- she couldn’t explain these feelings, lately, but she knew that it was a deep-seated dissatisfaction with her life that was driving her to be so angry. She shot Delilah another glare, feeling aggressive enough to slam her own hand down on the table.
“And I might not have been a part of the relationship, but Scott is my brother, and he’s not the sort to make a big deal about this.” So she was doing it for him. That was completely rational, right?
...er, right.
“I mean, you don’t exactly seem torn up about it -- making out with whatever guy you want, am I right?”
“It’s not like I planned it! I don’t go around doing malicious things because I think it is fun. It happened. I’m not going to wallow in it.” Delilah was going to stand her ground. She wasn’t going to let this woman put her back in the funk that had her living on her brothers couch for a month. Her fists clenched at her side as Victoria kept speaking. “I don’t know-- You don’t have any idea what you are talking about. You can’t possibly know how I feel,” she bit out.
There was no way. She couldn’t have seen her at the party last weekend. Except it was completely possible. Delilah paled slightly, but didn’t back down. She wasn’t cheating. There was no reason for her to feel guilty about snogging Richard. For all she knew, Scott was kissing some blonde back in Canada.
“I am not going to stand here and take this from you.”
“Then why did you conveniently forget that you had a man at home? It seems like that’d be pretty hard to forget.” Especially with someone who she liked to think was as sweet as her brother was -- but maybe that had been the problem. Scott was just too good for this girl.
...okay, she was calming down slightly. Slightly, though. “I’m pretty sure I saw you all hot and bothered with some brunette at Axe’s party, actually, so I’ve got a good idea what I’m talking about.
“If you’re not going to stand here and take this, then maybe you should leave.”
Delilah pursed her lips. She had no argument whatsoever. It should be something that hard to forget. And she wasn’t about to tell his sister that he was too nice, too sweet, which Charlie translated into boring.
“That is none of your damn business. Your brother ran off back to Canada, what did you expect me to do? Sit around and wait for him to come back? Follow him over there and grovel at his feet for his forgiveness? Forgiveness that I don’t even think I deserve. No. I’m moving on with my life and you don’t get to judge me for it.” Delilah said bitterly. She turned snatching her paper from the table.
“I hope at the very least you feel better.” she said walking away, her shoulder bumping into Victoria’s viciously as she moved past her.
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