princess serenity, hbic. (mikipinku) wrote,
@ 2011-07-22 01:00:00

Current music:	icon credits @ ingrids
Entry tags:	character: ingrid catchlove, sort: 25 flavors, type: meme

25 flavors. ingrid catchlove

ingrid h. a. catchlove;
happy	angry	sad	concerned	scared
crying	giddy	crush	yule ball	innocent
betrayed	baby	best friend	focused	traumatized
wary	drunk	flustered	bitchy	maternal love
hogwarts	love	family	p.y.o.	p.y.o.

09; yule ball

"Alex--"

Ingrid laughed as his breath tickled her neck, followed quickly by the warmth of lips and tongue, which swirled around across the soft skin there. A hand perched dangerously on her thigh, pushing aside the flowy fabric of her dress, and his chest pushed against her heavily, sinking her into the mattress of his four-poster up in Gryffindor tower.

It was deserted up here but for the two of them; everyone else was down at the Yule Ball, having fun, dancing, chatting, but Alex and Ingrid, they had decided very early in that there were definitely much better things that they could be spending their time doing. It wasn't that the ball hadn't been fun, but after an hour every dance was the same old dance, every conversation was the same old conversation, and, well... They were teenagers. The fact that there were all these professors around supervising and they couldn't just full-on snog was very frustrating. They had quickly made up an excuse, when McGonagall asked why they were leaving. Ingrid cited a headache and Alex wanted to play the good boyfriend and make sure she was alright (which he had gotten a suspicious look for, but nonetheless). So they had gone up to the deserted Gryffindor tower, and well--she had actually had a bit of a headache, and Alex was being very good at giving her some boyfriendly distraction from it.

His hand on her thigh slipped around and up, and his thumb pressed hard--he smirked against the gasp poised on her lips, the cocky bastard, and she kissed him just once before pushing him back gently.

"Hold on. Just... wait."

He smiled at Ingrid innocently, but she could tell from the look in his eyes that he was hiding impatience. "What? What is it?" A lot of people didn't like Alex Smith because they said he was an arse, that he had changed since the year had started, that he was on a downhill slope and no one knew why, but he'd been different to her. He was still an arse sometimes--okay, a lot of the time--but he could be nice. Her friends said all it was was him trying to get under her skirt, but well. She would have rather not believed that about him, to be honest. And now... he had stopped, hadn't he? If all he wanted was to shag, he wouldn't have stopped, right?

"I've just--I've never done this before," Ingrid admitted, a blush tinting her cheeks. "And I mean, we've only been dating a couple months, are you sure this isn't too fast?"

"Nah, it's fine," he laughed with a shake of his head. "Come on, Ing, what're you afraid of? It'll be fine."

She pursed her lips and stared into his eyes--he wasn't just... he wouldn't, right?--and then tentatively she nodded. Right. It was fine, he wouldn't use her like that. He was an arse half the time, but he wouldn't use her, not her, not--

His belt buckle clinked as he unfastened it and she closed her eyes as he moved back closer to her, smothering her mouth in a kiss just as a stabbing pain ripped through her abdomen. She let out a squeak into his mouth and Alex stopped until he felt her muscles relax again, then began to set a slow pace. She threw her arms around him tightly and squeezed her eyes shut and tried to enjoy this, but she found that she just couldn't. And still, she trusted him, that it was fine--

--he'd never do that to her, right? That's what she had to believe, anyway.

23; p.y.o.; family

The clock on the far wall read three-thirty in the morning, but as far as Ingrid's body could tell, it was the middle of day. She'd slept for nearly twenty-four hours on and off after initially passing out following the inpromptu Catchlove party she'd ordered in the middle of the hospital room (which nurses had just loved), and now that all of the excitement and exhaustion were over, she found herself wide awake. And all that was left was... this.

This. This... thing, this child, her child.

Swaddled in powder blue linens, a serene face accompanied by a tuft of dark hair stared back up at her with wide, wondrous eyes, but Ingrid could only bring herself to frown as she stared back.

She knew that wasn't an appropriate reaction to the face of your newborn son. There was supposed to be this... magical feeling, this boundless love that dizzied you and left you gasping for air. But holding Kevin now, Ingrid didn't feel any of that. Of course, she hadn't felt any of it before this moment either. It was just that somehow she had imagined that when he was actually there, actually a sentient being and not just a tangle of whimsical ideas in her head, it would have at least been a little different. Maybe it had been a naive hope, to allow herself to believe that once he was there, everything would magically be okay.

Of course it wasn't okay. Everything was far from okay, just as it always had been. Kevin's arrival had so far done nothing to smooth the bumps in her relationship with Christian. It had done nothing so far to change the raging war or fix the injustices being done against halfbloods like her, like him. It had done nothing yet to make her parents accept her decision to keep him. And most of all, it had done nothing to change the fact that his parents were dirt poor, inexperienced kids with no idea how they were going to get through this.

No, if anything, looking at the innocent face of her son now, Ingrid Catchlove felt guilty.

"I'm really sorry, Kevin," she muttered, keeping her voice down for the sake of her sleeping boyfriend several feet away. Breathing in deep, she leaned back into the headboard and brought the baby up to her chest, taking in the scent of him. "I know you don't know this yet, but your mum's kind of an idiot."

Kevin reached up and wrapped tiny fingers around a lock of tossled blonde hair, clearly showing no recognition of what she was telling him. It was silly to be apologizing to a baby, wasn't it? Still, Ingrid knew she needed to say it. It would be practice, for all the times she was sure she was going to be apologizing to him in his life.

"I had choices. I had all these choices, you know," she continued, allowing him to tug at her hair despite the minor discomfort. "I could have left your dad, I could have given you a safe, happy life with everything you wanted. But I wasn't thinking of you, Kevin, I was thinking about me... I told them no, and I left because I loved your daddy so much that I couldn't let him go."

A laugh passed her lips, a sudden ironic amusement at just how immature she was, at how right everyone had always been. It was funny she hadn't realized any of that until this moment. "So, your family, Kevin, it's... You could have had so much better, and I'm so sorry. We're broken, and we're dysfunctional, and we don't have any idea what we're doing but I'm going to try to be better. I'm going to try to make this better, for you."

"And that's all that matters."

The low, familiar tenor of Christian's voice was a surprise, and Ingrid looked over to his chair instantly, trying to gauge how long he'd been awake and listening. She watched him as he rose up and joined her, perching lightly on the side of the bed, and he ran a nimble hand over his newborn son's forehead. There was no hiding the uncertainness in his movements, but he nonetheless didn't hesitate to reach out to him.

Still looking down at the baby as she surveyed his face, Christian let out a gentle sigh. "She's right, you could have had better. You and your mum could have had so much better. But instead of staying at home safe with her family, your mum went out and decided to make a new one instead." Ingrid felt his temple press into hers, felt as if he was addressing her, but his gaze remained firmly on Kevin's face.

"We're far from perfect, Kev, but we're going to do our best," he said. Fingers laced through those of her free hand and squeezed in a reassuring manner--one she had never before experienced from her practical, worrying boyfriend. "And even if this family is broken, and dysfunctional, and unconventional and everything else, it's ours... and I'm so glad she let me be a part of it."

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