((Disclaimer and Other Stuff: Okay, so the title... 'The Vestal
Virgin'...May/May not throw everyone off (Merry knows what I'm talkin'
about, as does Daphne. XD) Okay, so, anyway, the character Vesta belongs to
me. Penny, Percy, and other various characters that make their appearance
in this story belong to Miss J.K. Rowling. And Laertes belongs to Daphne
(Penname: PerfectPrefect) soooo...yeah! Read on! WHOO!))
So I, Vesta Erin-Aphrodite Jones, Miss Sarcastic, Witty, and Feminist, am walking around now, smiling. Is there something wrong with me? I don't really like to smile that much. Infact, I don't think I've ever smiled for more than a few seconds, if not longer. Well, that definatly makes me see my prior self in a new light. I wasn't happy, and mostly, I went around looking for arguements, reading between lines that really weren't there.
Okay, so perhaps the first encounter with Laertes was argue-worthy.
I met him in the Great Hall, he seemed decent at first. And then:
"I just think woman have to know their place, that's all!"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that. Exactly. But it was something along those lines.
And, okay, maybe that wasn't his first line. His first line was, in fact,
"Hello, I'm Laertes Clearwater."
Ginny calls him "King Laer." Bill, Ginny and Percy's older brother, came in to teach 'Wizard Finance.' It must be the stupidest and most unsubject- worthy subject in the world. Penny ran out of the room sobbing after he gave her a speach that went something like this:
"Okay, picture this, once 'Daddy Dearest' cuts you off because he found out that you have a baby, and, judging from Laertes's moral you're parents won't be so happy about it, you're all alone and more or less unsupported-- except for Percy's stupid job at the ministry -- with my stupid brother and a bawling infant. What do you do?"
That did it. The reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks to the face. I was really mad and stunned at Bill right then. How could he have done that to her?
Judging from the way that Percy went pale, he must've realised the horror of the current situation. But he, obviously, think's it'll all turn out. He's got that 'Every cloud has a silver lining' and 'I'll help you if you fall' sort of additude. I think that'll come in handy, because they're going to face some hard times.
On a happier note, and I mean way happier and less heavy and dramatic note, I and Laertes got back together.
We broke up over---yes, I am totally awear about how stupid this sounds--- Greek Dieties.
The conversation was as follows:
"Hey, you know Hestia?" The other name for my namesake. It's prettier...hmmm...
"Yeah. What a prude!"
"She's my namesake!"
"Dude...your namesake was a prude!"
A few years from now, we'll laugh at this conversation.
"She is not!"
"She's the god of Virgins! She's a prude!"
That really hurt me. Kids on the play ground, when I was little, used to tease me about that. Clever bullies are never a good thing, especially when your names so perfect to make fun of. They'd call me 'The Vestal Virgin.' Hmph.
We got all fussied at eachother, but...yeah, he loves me. And I love him.
In the words of Ginny Weasley: "WHOO!!!"
And, also, in the words of Laertes Clearwater (This is when the stupid sexist finally figured out we were in love): "YES!!!"
And then there was his stupid little cheeky grin, and all was well. Now that was a G-Rated movie moment. Pure and simple.
I'll elaborate later. Right now, I have to get to the stupidest most unsubject-worthy subject in the world.
Finance, doy.
So I, Vesta Erin-Aphrodite Jones, Miss Sarcastic, Witty, and Feminist, am walking around now, smiling. Is there something wrong with me? I don't really like to smile that much. Infact, I don't think I've ever smiled for more than a few seconds, if not longer. Well, that definatly makes me see my prior self in a new light. I wasn't happy, and mostly, I went around looking for arguements, reading between lines that really weren't there.
Okay, so perhaps the first encounter with Laertes was argue-worthy.
I met him in the Great Hall, he seemed decent at first. And then:
"I just think woman have to know their place, that's all!"
Okay, maybe it wasn't that. Exactly. But it was something along those lines.
And, okay, maybe that wasn't his first line. His first line was, in fact,
"Hello, I'm Laertes Clearwater."
Ginny calls him "King Laer." Bill, Ginny and Percy's older brother, came in to teach 'Wizard Finance.' It must be the stupidest and most unsubject- worthy subject in the world. Penny ran out of the room sobbing after he gave her a speach that went something like this:
"Okay, picture this, once 'Daddy Dearest' cuts you off because he found out that you have a baby, and, judging from Laertes's moral you're parents won't be so happy about it, you're all alone and more or less unsupported-- except for Percy's stupid job at the ministry -- with my stupid brother and a bawling infant. What do you do?"
That did it. The reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks to the face. I was really mad and stunned at Bill right then. How could he have done that to her?
Judging from the way that Percy went pale, he must've realised the horror of the current situation. But he, obviously, think's it'll all turn out. He's got that 'Every cloud has a silver lining' and 'I'll help you if you fall' sort of additude. I think that'll come in handy, because they're going to face some hard times.
On a happier note, and I mean way happier and less heavy and dramatic note, I and Laertes got back together.
We broke up over---yes, I am totally awear about how stupid this sounds--- Greek Dieties.
The conversation was as follows:
"Hey, you know Hestia?" The other name for my namesake. It's prettier...hmmm...
"Yeah. What a prude!"
"She's my namesake!"
"Dude...your namesake was a prude!"
A few years from now, we'll laugh at this conversation.
"She is not!"
"She's the god of Virgins! She's a prude!"
That really hurt me. Kids on the play ground, when I was little, used to tease me about that. Clever bullies are never a good thing, especially when your names so perfect to make fun of. They'd call me 'The Vestal Virgin.' Hmph.
We got all fussied at eachother, but...yeah, he loves me. And I love him.
In the words of Ginny Weasley: "WHOO!!!"
And, also, in the words of Laertes Clearwater (This is when the stupid sexist finally figured out we were in love): "YES!!!"
And then there was his stupid little cheeky grin, and all was well. Now that was a G-Rated movie moment. Pure and simple.
I'll elaborate later. Right now, I have to get to the stupidest most unsubject-worthy subject in the world.
Finance, doy.