`close your eyes and jump

[LEROY CAIRO SELWYN]

I keep it caged but I can’t control it

Cause if I let him out He’ll tear me up

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] AND BREAK ME DOWN ! There wasn’t much to be said. In fact, Leroy didn’t have anything to say whatsoever. Perhaps it was rather apathetic of him, but he didn’t feel a single thing when he received the news. Most kids would have loved to use this excuse to get out of their classes or get extensions on the due dates of assignments. Leroy wasn’t like other kids, however. He continued on as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t even received the letter. A darker, more sinister part of the Selwyn heir sort of wished that the extra step it took to plummet down had been taken. However, as it is, that extra step wasn’t going to be taken anytime soon, much to the seventh year’s disappointment. No one else knew about the news, not even his sisters. Though Leroy didn’t care much for the content of the letter, he was more concerned with how his younger siblings would react. Most would assume they would be on opposite ends of the spectrum, seeing as Olivia was considered a disowned Hufflepuff while Juliette was still an ‘honorable’ Selwyn daughter by the head of their house. The seventh year Slytherin read over the letter for what seemed like the hundredth time. He had received it a few days prior, and he was certain his siblings would want to know about it right away. It wasn’t as if he was trying to hide the news from them, because he wasn’t. Leroy already knew how to break the news to his siblings – being as blunt about it as he is with everything else. He didn’t care for the news, but he did care for his sisters, though he’d never admit it. And because of that, he didn’t want to see them upset over it. He highly doubted Olivia would be too upset, but there was still Juliana, whose reaction could go either way. As he finished scanning the contents, the seventh year folded the letter up and put it in his pocket, before standing up and making his way out of the common room. Considering it was lunchtime, the common room was essentially empty, save for the few younger years that avoided him like the plague. Dark eyes danced with a sinister light as he thought about how quickly it would take for his father to take that one step over the edge. As it turned out, his father had gotten ill, with one thing or another. Leroy didn’t know nor did he care enough to find out. Harsh as it may be, the Selwyn heir had lived under his father’s punishing hand long enough. As apathetic as he is, Leroy didn’t like being bossed around. His father ruined his childhood, he knew. Leroy stopped being a child far before he should have and he blamed his father for it. His father was the one that raised him to be this way, however, so should he be surprised? Making his way down the hall, Leroy continued on as if he wasn’t going to tell his siblings that their father was in the hospital and is currently in critical condition with a high possibility that he wouldn’t survive. His mother’s tears stained the letter but Leroy paid no attention to them. At least, that what it had seemed. In reality, he looked at them with distaste. Tears were a sign of great weakness and Leroy didn’t like thinking his mother would even dare cry, as he refused to believe that he had come from a weak witch. His father shouldn’t expect much from him, should he ever be right on his deathbed. In all honesty, Leroy expected his father to step off the edge soon. Very soon actually, especially as he knew his mother was hinting at having chosen a betrothed for him. He sneered at the thought. Had they chosen a weak witch, Leroy would cancel the betrothal contract himself. His father would pass soon enough and then he would be head of the Selwyn household, as the responsibility is passed onto sons. When he arrived at the Great Hall, his dark eyes roamed over the tables, as he leisurely made his way to one of them. The suspicious eyes, shocked faces and slightly frightened expressions were enough to know it was not the Slytherin table. Of course not. Leroy had headed towards the Hufflepuff table and smirked a bit at the cowering bunch of so-called wizards. His smirk turned to a sneer however as they did nothing but look at him in shock and suspicion. "Olivia," his dark voice seemed to have an ominous quality to it, "May I have a word." it wasn’t a question. He motioned towards the doors of the Great Hall, letting her know where they would talk. Or at least, meet, as he soon turned away and continued on towards the Slytherin table. However, instead of sitting, Leroy made his way over to where his youngest sister sat. "Juliana, a word." he emphasized her name, merely because he didn’t use it often. With only a slight pause as to wait for her to get up, Leroy made his way back to the double doors of the Great Hall, continuing past until they came to an empty corridor where he finally stopped and leaned against the wall, almost leisurely. It was time to let them know just why he retrieved both of them. A slight smirk, so slight it was as if it wasn’t even there, appeared on his face. "Father is sick in the hospital. The healers say he won’t make it." They were just one step closer to the edge. 940 WORDS , OLIVIA AND JULIANA SELWYN , HOPE THIS IS OK. TIRED AND A BIT OUT OF IT, SO SORRY!

table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

[OLIVIA JOSEPHINE SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #2E8B57 solid; border-bottom: 10px #2E8B57 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 1,228 ( TAGGED ) LEROY & JULIANNA SELWYN it had been a long week for olivia. she was struggling, and she knew that she was struggling, as much as she didn't want to be. she didn't understand why it was so hard. she hadn't always been like this. she hadn't always needed to run away from all her problems and drink away the pain. but she hadn't always had the tragedies upon her that she had experienced over the course of the last few years. why was it she wasn't strong enough? what was it inside of her that made it so easy for her to give up? why couldn't she be strong and deal with life in stride like so many other people did? why did she feel so alone? olivia had found herself partying once more this week, waking up in random boys bedrooms, or in her own, wondering how on earth she had gotten there. she had slept through a few classes, wondering how she had started on a journey to get better and now had somehow managed to fall right back into her hole, perhaps even further than before. she hated to admit she was ashamed of herself, but she was. she didn't want to think about the things she was doing. she didn't want to think at all, that was the problem wasn't it. and drinking was the solution. or running. running so hard she pushed her body to the brink of exhaustion. that's what she had done this afternoon. she had somehow managed to get to class this morning and decided she wasn't going to waste away the fairly decent start by crawling back in bed, or getting drunk before dinner time. so instead she went for a run. a run that had been spurred on needing to stretch her legs and exert physical motion. changing into her jogging pants and grabbing a sweater as the air was turning cold, she headed out towards the courtyard and fields of hogwarts. she didn't know when she had started running, all she knew was that her feet were quickly beating the ground beneath her and her mind was starting to clear. all the thoughts of her past that had somehow been taunting her even more so this week drained away. thoughts of her father, beatings, dark closets, isolation, rejection, loss, death -- it all surrounded her, consumed her, then washed over her and was pounded into the earth below her. life had taken its toll on her, and she was trying to get better, trying to put the pieces of her fragmented life back together, but it was so hard. when she had finished her run, she showered and dressed for dinner. meeting up with a couple of friends from her house, she went to the great hall with them, suddenly starving, her body craving protein for all the energy she had previously burned. and for the first time in a long time, olivia felt good around these people. good in her own skin without the alcohol. she knew it had been a difficult week, she had sunk into a slump, but the way her friends laughed and talked, she felt as if she was beginning to see the light. as if this could be the beginning of finally coming out of it. perhaps she would seek help. she could tell someone that she was hurting. maybe she would be able to trust again and move on with her life. move past her family and the betrayal that she was. past the neglect of her siblings that she once held so close. if she could just push passed everything and move forward with her life thing would be okay. that's when she heard his voice. one word. her name. from him. leroy. her brother. had it been months since she had heard him say her name, or years? when was the last time he had actually spoken to olivia and looked into her eyes. why was he now? olivia turned at the table, stunned by her brother whom was standing there, looking down at her, the other hufflepuffs at her table cowering or shooting him dirty looks. olivia wasn't afraid of her brother, though she probably should have been considering of what she knew him to be capable of. but she wasn't afraid of him. she could stand her ground when she wanted, and she also knew that leroy hadn't always been so cold and so hard. just another thing their father had done. at least leroy was still regarded as a son. leroy spoke, his words firm and steady. they didn't ask her if he could have a word with her, he commanded it. wanting to cross her arms and tell him to screw off, olivia just couldn't seem to make her body follow the instructions of her mind. instead, she blinked and nodded her head, replying simply, "okay." getting up from the table, she followed him in silence. she wondered why she was following him. what part of her was in control considering how much she wanted to scream at him for all the time he had spent rejecting her. but she could sense something in his voice. something that just wasn't right. several paces behind him, she watched as he walked to juliette, telling her to follow him as well. olivia managed a quick side glance to her sister, wondering if she was just as lost as olivia herself was about this whole situation. judging by juliette's reaction to seeing olivia behind leroy, this impromptu family reunion hadn't been pre-planned. when they were outside of the great hall, away from all the noise and commotion, olivia looked expectantly towards leroy. he didn't waste anytime in stating why he had brought the two of them out here. "father is sick in the hospital. The healers say he won’t make it." the words didn't hit olivia had first. she almost laughed out loud with how ridiculous it was for him to pull her away from the good time she was having with her friends over this. so what if her father was sick? he was a mean, heartless man that wanted nothing to do with olivia after she had betrayed the family name by being placed in hufflepuff. he had locked her in dark rooms, nearly starved her and beaten her on multiple accounts. he was the single reason why all the bad things in her life had happened. but he was still her father, and olivia hated that that passed through her mind. she shouldn't care, she didn't want to. stubbornly, she crossed her arms over her chest protectively and stared down at the floor. "that's all?" she spoke, her voice hinted with a shakiness she wanted to hide. "father's dying? sorry, i mean the man that carelessly beat me and locked me in closets since i was eleven years old? okay." her voice now held an edge of harshness to it. "if you thought i was going to be upset, i'm not. if anything i wish he had died years ago. would have saved me a lot of trouble," olivia finished. but even as she said the words, she knew she couldn't completely feel every word. he still was her father after all, and she still was a hufflepuff. she really was too nice. her father would be ashamed. i loved it my dear. i hope mine works as well!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[JULIANA MAGDALENE SELWYN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, -moz-border-radius:0px 20px 0px 20px; border:30px solid black; background-color:#fff; height:250px; width:416px; padding:10px;] what i said i was going to BUT I NEVER PROMISED YOU "no one asked for what you think," she snapped rather acidly, eyes hissing away from the figure of her sister standing beside her. it was good too, that she was standing a good ten-feet or so away from her, or a bad case of sibling rivalry would have exploded out in the public. perhaps, in another time, she would be questioning roy's choice of company with deep conviction, but right now, there was nothing else generating in her mind. other than the fact that her father was being called by death. she blinked away the threatening feeling of tears to swell in her eyes and flow from her cheeks, and swallowed her, finding comfort by setting her eyes to the floors, solemnity and forlon crossing her face. an overhwhelming weight suddely compressed itself on her chest, disabling her from saying anything more to add on her comment, or else to say what was running in her mind, towards their chosen subject. choked up, confused, absolutely unguarded, she suppressed the gravity of her sorrow, if only for a moment. just so she could have a moment to think. the timing to break such sad tidings, in her opinion, was still too young, she thought. the chatter that echoed through the halls from the great hall reverberated through her system, clinging her to a reality she suddenly didn't want to be a part of. the sun, resting high up and bright up the sky, shone on her a realization she wanted out from her mind. the place was out of place, the atmosphere just too ar out extreme to drop such a bombshell she had not aticipated. what had the world gone too, to be so upside down and not consider the rules of humanity? this was a news nothing else could surpass, to reach her thoughts and twist them round. her sister's apathy for such a horrible happening she could ignore, but what was with her roy's apathy? did he think the same as the nobody of a person she had the displeasure of calling her sister? "be grateful he still considered to shelter your head under our roof, or else you'd be thrown in the lot of the muggles. an excuse for such a pathetic waste of time

[/b]," she riled on, her voice shaking slightly at the last words. she raised her eyes on to her sister, wrath and hatred boiling within. the unmistakable tone of annoyace dripped heavily from her words, touched with nothing else. truth be told, she was glad for the words coming out of her mouth, to she who her father branded to be dishonourable and a sad excuse for a daughter. it was then that a sudden image of her dream a couple of weeks back, flashed in her mind; the picture of olivia giving her a kiss on the forehead so ridiculously distinct, it caused for juliette's after words to clog in her throat. it was shameful for her to admit, that hidden deep in her subconscious, she still longed for the days where she could run to her sister without fear of being scolded or otherwise smacked for talking to a wretch. it was a desire she did not long to have, yet was still baffled as to why she would still be feeling it.

if all things failed, at least she still had the confidence in the knowing that the past would never rewrite itself.

the soon-passing of her father would be tragedy spilled in black ink and blank paper, and with this, she finally understood why roy would be reacting so.. passively. yet, she wouldn't believe that she was the only one, out of the three of them, who felt this tinge of anguish. it would mark a remarkable downfall for the family, and such an empty abyss would be created somewhere in their history; truthfully, she had never believed this day would come, as too, the thought of roy gaining sovereign to their father's authority. for as much as she loved him so dearly, there was no sense of propriety that she could sense, to be lingering within the caves of his heart. as much as he denied his likeness to their father, in this sense, he would be the spitting image of the one he disliked.

"mother would be mourning, we should hasten to her side at once[/b]," her voice softened to a deep welling of concern and distraught, eyes cast now to her brother. curly, dangling hair moved at her accord as she took a step forward, though luckily, the bun still remained. not that she looked horrible, but it was the fact that she hadn't had proper time to groom herself since she rose to the morning a couple of hours ago. "should we not?[/b]"

all her undivided attention was now diverted to her brother, and her brother only. it was as if olivia wasn't even with them, the way she fixated the spotlight on him. her eyes brimming with grief, she finally willed herself to ask the one question that had nagged her mind since the moment he called her by her formal name.

"roy, how long have you gained knowledge of this?" [/div] [/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

^{thanks brooklyn}