IFINOH, augustine venia

[AUGUSTINE VENIA IFINOH]

Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Augustine Venia Ifinoh (née Clemence) AGE & BIRTHDAY Eighteen, born 20-July-2006 OCCUPATION Ilvermorny alumna, obliviator BLOOD STATUS Pure-blood. FACE CLAIM Beatrice Martin aka Couer de Pirate. WAND TYPE Ten and two thirds inch, doxy wings, alder, sturdy. PATRONUS A sea lion when she can think of a happy enough memory PETS None. ABILITIES Highly skilled in wandless and non-verbal magic Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style Sometimes its best to tell your story backwards, and not stop until you get to the start. CHAPTER TEN June 2024 She pulled the dusty sheet from the black wooden piano and watched as it slowly cascaded to the floor. She'd not expected to find it even though it was exactly what she had been looking for. No, she was positive the beautiful piano with its black wood and ivory keys would have been long gone, destroyed in one of his outbursts. Of course, maybe he hadn't had an outburst when he got the news. Perhaps he had accepted it with composure only then he wouldn't be the man she knew. Her fingers lightly brush softly along the ivory keys that have the sheen of polished pearls before pressing down. The notes echo their sound through the room, still as sweet to her ears as she remembers. She seated herself on the bench and rested her hands lightly above the keys, its as if she she had only walked away from the piano for a brief moment instead of for over a year. Slowly she presses down the keys, her fingers moving up and down filling the room with Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, the notes soaring and falling as her fingers moved along the keys. She couldn't recall just how many times before she had played this piece, one of her favorite pieces. This time though, it was just her, even with music filling the room it still felt so empty with out him there. With neither of them there. CHAPTER NINE June 2024 She sat on the cold wooden floors of the empty apartment, staring out the window at the city lights. She can still feel his hands bruised into her body even though the traces have started to fade into disgusting yellows and browns. She wanted to go to him, it'd been so long since she had last seen him - but he couldn't see her like this. Battered and broken. She refuses to accept that, or at least fully acknowledge it. She numbs her body, numbs her mind. Everything is easier when you don't have to think about it. When you walk through life in a haze, half-way between a dream and a nightmare. How many nightmares had she ran from? By now she guesses she ought to embrace them with welcoming arms. She clutched the paper in her hands, the acceptance letter from the British Ministry to take her as one of their oblviators. She couldn't even recall how she explain her year away from working, but she guesses what ever she said worked. She feels nothing though, no excitement, no bliss. Even though she is moving on, falling back into the normal order of life she feels nothing - nothing but emptiness. She looks around into the emptiness with bloodshot eyes. The letter slips from her hands and she slips them up under the bottom of her shirt to wrap around her ribs. Her fingers run over the last of the dark bruises, tracing a mark - his mark. Even with out looking she can trace the four letters that spell out his name, the ones that stay hidden in the design, brought out only by touch. How she misses him. As her eyes search the stillness of the room she finds only ghosts of her memories. Its the first time in just over a year that she is truly alone, and it terrifies her. CHAPTER EIGHT June 2024 She cowers in the small dark closet, hands held over her ears and eyes shut tight as she rocks. How many times has she told herself its just a bad dream, that any minute she will wake up and be right back at home in her bed? Too many times, and never once has she found herself anywhere but here - alone, with him. She long since has given up on asking if she could have an owl let her friends know she is alright; just as she has long since given up asking why she must be locked away for 'her own safety' - after all he could never keep his answer straight. Then again, he has his own ways to remind her that he doesn't owe her anything, let alone answers, after all it is him who keeps her safe. Funny enough it only took a few months for her to realize the only thing she needs to be kept safe from was him, Sebastien Le Tourneau. Its been one year, five months, and fifteen days since she has seen anyone besides Sebastien, since she has held a wand in her hands, since she has been outside, since she has done and seen so many things. How much longer before she ought to just give up hope and accept that this is her fate? To be locked away by a man who she was meant to trust. Maybe its what she deserves, doing what she did behind his back, years of doubting that he was the only destiny she had in life, after all since when did she think she had the right to choose? Some how she cannot accept that though. She endures, ever hit, every swear, and every curse. With purple skin, darkened eyes, and swollen lips she waits for the day he messes up. She knows she will only have one chance, one shot - otherwise she is dead. She had just hoped the day would have come long before now. As his steps draw near she clenches her hands even tighter to her ears, one last prayer that this is nothing more than a nightmare, one last prayer that would yet again go unanswered. "Augustine, there you are.." The false tenderness of his voice is like thick poison as his large fingers grip all to tightly into her hair to drag her up and out from her hiding place. She doesn't scream anymore, she only bears down her teeth and stifles the cry of pain, she is unwilling to give him the satisfaction he always seems to get from her suffering. He tosses her around like a rag doll, throwing her against the wall with little effort. "Did you really think you could hide from me you dumb girl?" He hovers close to her, his breath hot against her skin, he smells of a brothel - like he always does. She hates the way his body heat presses heavily against, pinning her in place. She can feel him burring the tip of his wand into her neck, and she knows this is her once chance. She can endure this no longer. It all blurs together as she finders herself biting into the flesh of his hand, feeling the rush of his blood flood her mouth as she bites down like an animal. She ignores his swears as she hears the wood clatter to the floor before he pulls her back and stumbles away. She doesn't waste any time in claiming the discarded wand for herself. No matter how she wants to revel in the power she felt holding a wand again she couldn't. "What are you gonna do with that Augustine? You know you can't kill me, even if you wanted to. Now give it back like a good girl and maybe I wont -" "Shut up!" She yells at him. Never has she raised her voice to him before, no matter how she had longed to. But just how much of an idiot did he take her for? She knew she could waste her breath and tell him how she was leaving this place, how she was leaving him. How she would die before she ever married him. But what would be the point when she knew exactly what she was going to do? Maybe it would only buy her the time she needed to escape, that she need to find the one person who could truly help her out of this mess. Maybe not even that. But she would be able to get away, and that was what mattered. Raising the wand at him she stared him down and for the first time in what felt like forever she felt in control. "Obliviate." The words slipped quietly from her lips. Yes, it would be a lot harder to find a girl who he couldn't even remember. She didn't waste any more time for fear this would turn out to be a dream, that she would find herself waking up still his captive. So she ran, and she didn't look back, not until she knew Sebastien Le Tourneau would have a difficult time finding her, with or with out his memories. CHAPTER SEVEN December 2022 "I'm not blowing him off just because you're bored and forgot I had plans, he is my brother after all." Running her hands down the smooth black fabric of the dress she smoothed out the wrinkles as she watched the house elf hurry around pinning the areas that needed to be taken in. In the mirror she could see him, watching her from her bed with eyes that never faltered. It makes her nervous in some ways knowing she has his attention. She moved as she looks down and feels the sharp jab of a needle into her side. "Ow! Careful Gibby!" She cries out, but she ignores the soft pleas of forgiveness as she shoes the elf away. The dress' alterations can wait another day - after all the Christmas Ball her father holds isn't for another ten days. With Gibby gone she climbs onto the bed and seats herself next to him. The scent of cigarettes, weed, and too much body spray is heavy on him and she knows that when he leaves he will still linger on her bed spread - she's never really minded this though. She looks at him, with big doe like eyes - too big of eyes really. "You're going to come, right? To the ball? I'm not sure I can make it through this one if you're not there." "Why would I want to come to some stupid ball?" "Nate wont even be going, Father has been keeping him busy these days....so you should come, so I won't be alone." Of course she would have Sebastien there - a man she barely knew who was meant to be her world. Thinking too much on it made her feel ill in ways, so she decided to busy herself with digging into one of his jacket pockets looking for something that would be just what she needed to get Sebastien off her mind. Maybe its half smoked, and maybe it will just take the edge off her thoughts but it will do. Just one hit was all she needed. She doesn't wait for him to give her the no she has come to expect, the one that really means he will show up late and under dressed and with a plan to sneak her out for some real fun. She jumps off the bed and hurries to find something far more suitable to meet her brother in. "Anyways, I really need to go meet Nate, he said its important. Now - you better not look." She knows her father would have her head for changing in front of him, this boy who wasn't her intended - he was just her brother's friend, well and her's. But this wasn't the first time. And as she turned her back to him and pulled the dress over her head to change she could still feel his eyes upon her - just like every time before. She'd never really minded though. She she smoothed down her shirt and pulled on her pants she turned back to him and shook her head. "You should go, I'll see you later tonight anyways Liam, you know Nate won't keep me out late. I'll come over and I can be all your's, I promise." It wasn't that she wanted to leave him, but she knew what Nate needed to talk to her about. The contract. For years he had been trying to find a way out for her, trying and failing. She had only hoped that this time Nate would have some good news. But Nate had no good news, and soon enough August realized how she should have just staid with Liam that night instead as she watched Sebastien destroy her brother's life for his meddling. She listened as Sebastien explained how her behavior would not be tolerated, how she was his and his alone and she would be his until the day she died. Facts Sebastien was more than willing to prove. She would never remember he was her brother's downfall, and she would never understand just why the world needed to think she died in the attack. All she needed to understand was that she was never going to see anyone she cared about ever again. CHAPTER SIX October 2021 "What were you thinking!?" His words sting as she pushes her down onto the the bed, its softness swallowing her. He's been lecturing since he dragged her from the haze of the bright colored lights and thumping music, but she can only recall the sound of his voice not his words. She sits up and stares at him with clouded eyes and its as if he is the only thing in the world that she can see clearly. "What?" She tried not to laugh at the frustrated growl he let out, but she was too far gone to have enough control. She reached her hands out to grab for him and almost found herself falling off the bed as he stepped away, giving her her a push back so she would tumble back into the bed again. Panic hits her as she realizes he is mad at her. "Nate - is Nate coming?" "What do you think August?" She looks up at the ceiling and lets his words sink in. Its the tone she hates, the one that says he is mad at her. The one that can bring her her down no matter how high she is flying. "I'm sorry Liam....." She can hear him move about the room. How many times has she done this now? Five? Or has it been more. Of all people she had figured he would understand, that he would know just why she needed to do this, needed to fly so she could forget. "I don't feel good Liam..." She can hear him movement stop before the questions start, asking what she is on, what she took, what she mixed - if she didn't have names he wanted descriptions. It blurs together before she finds herself in a shirt that is too big - one of his shirts - and wrapped in his blankets. But the warmth she feels comes form his body pressed against her's. She'd tell herself time after time this was just him keeping her close to keep and eye on her, to make sure she was alright. That it was just a favor for Nate or what ever other white lie she had to tell herself. "Liam..." She says softly before rolling over to face him. How tired he looks these days. She wonders how much of it is because of her and nights like these. "You know - I'm going to make you're wife pretty jealous some day when she hears the stories of how you take care of me..." She can't be sure if the sound he makes is a scoff or a laugh, but she carries on anyways. "It'll be okay though because your wife and my husband can be jealous together and we can just be...we can be...us. And, and - we can go to Italy, in the summers because you'll have a house there, and we'll have our families and it will be lovely and- we can..." Its not what she pictures though, him with another woman - her with Sebastien. No that is not what she sees when she thinks about summer trips to Italy. Instead she thinks about things she shouldn't, that she can't think about. Things that can never be and will never be. Instead of going on she just moved closer to him, her lips finding their way to his - stolen moments was all she could ever have. As she draws away with closed eyes and with staggered breath she breathes him in "Friends kiss, like this...right Liam? Friends kiss..." "Sure, August, friends kiss." No, they didn't. But she could never admit that, not so long as she was bond to another man. But in many ways she was as bond to Liam as she was Sebastien, if not more so. "Promise..promise you'll never forget me, Liam, no matter what...promise... She succumbs to sleep before she can make out his response, not that she needed his confirmation or that she would ever need such a promise. After all, wasn't she always going to be a part of his life? CHAPTER FIVE January 2020 "Wand up Gus." His tone is sharp with her and it makes her cower all the more. She knows he shouldn't be doing this with her, little girls are not taught to fight. This isn't the first time that Nathanael has defied their father's orders on the matter of her learning to fight and some how she knows its not going to be the last time either. No Nathanael has already told here there is much that she needs to learn, and that he will be teaching her everything that he was taught - but that doesn't mean she wants to learn. "I don't want to Nate! What if I hurt you again, like last time?" How many times has she plead with him to stop this? To stop trying to make her into a warrior like him? She knows where her place is, it is at Sebastien's side; surely her future husband would always protect her so what need would she have of protecting herself? "You're going to have to get used to hurting people Gus, now wand up - just like we practiced, Gus, you need to learn to do this. You'll have a better chance if your enemy doesn't know what you're throwing at them so focus on not using your words." She hates him for this. Hates him for trying to teach her things she shouldn't ever know. He always says that Sebastien will never have her best interest in mind. That he is the only one in their family looking out for her. How he says he might not always be around to make sure she isn't going to get hurt and so she needs to know how to do these things on her own. She hates him for it, because deep down she knows there is some truth in Nathanael's words. So she listens and does as he tells her. Even though girls like her are not meant to know how to dirty their hands, girls like her are not born to be killers.Just in case, Nathanael always tells her; this is just in case. CHAPTER FOUR July 2019 It was a stupid thing to be made fun of for, that much she was sure of as she sat on the stone bench in the garden. She hated her parents for throwing this parting and inviting all her 'friends' as they called them. But they weren't her friends, they were her classmates and peers - but few of them were her real friends. She barely could turn to look at him when he sat down beside her and gave her a nudge. Of course he wasn't actually there for her, no he was there for Nate. Still ash looked to him and found herself staring at a goofy grin that could only mean trouble. "Ditching your own party Patatina?" "Sort of..." She shifted and shrugged her shoulders unsure she wanted to explain why she was hiding away in the garden from a part that she should have been enjoying. But this was Liam, maybe he was Nate's friend but over the years he had become her friend too. "Everyone was making fun of me because I didn't want to play the bottle game...but I can't because I've never..kissed someone - stop laughing its not funny!." Even as her hand pushed at him she couldn't even make him budge. She knew her face was flushed red from his laughter and she questioned if confessing to him had been a good idea. She now had almost wished she hadn't told him, but had she really expected the sarcastic boy who always found something to mock about her to some how give her some sort of sympathy for her grief? "Is it so wrong that I want my first kiss to be special? That I want it to be from someone I care about?" Of course what she should have meant was she wanted her first kiss to be from Sebastien, but even if she was promised to the older boy she barely knew him and could hardly find herself even thinking about him in such a way. The silver band around her ring finger was as close as she ever found herself getting to the boy, and it seemed more like a distant reminder of the future to come. She wasn't sure what about her words had seemed like an open invitation to the older boy sitting next to her but when she found her lips being captured by his she hardly could resist. Instead she found herself caught up in the way his lips could feel rough and soft at the same time, and how it felt to have his hand slip to the back of her head while his fingers tangled into her blonde hair. She got lost up in the way he tasted of sour ash and cinnamon whiskey, and just how easily he stealing her every last breath. It was only when she felt him ripped away from her that she realized exactly what had happened. Looking up at wide eyes she found herself staring at her brother, her brother who looked ready to murder his best friend in cold blood for catching him in such a compromising position with his sister. "Get away from my sister Liam! Just what do you think you two are doing? Don't answer that Liam, in fact go home Liam!" As Nate dragged her back to the house and away from Liam she found herself looking back at the boy, confused as to just why he had done that. She barely even heard her brother's words as he began to lecture her about all the reasons why it was wrong for her to be caught kissing and his friend none the less. While she never could settle on what Liam's motive had been she found herself letting the small silver band become an even more distant of a memory that lingered in the bottom of her jewelry box. CHAPTER THREE September 2017 She wondered if it was normal to feel so calm about starting school. It wasn't as if she had ever any doubts about being a witch. She, much like her brother, had shown their signs of magic very early in life - in fact her early signs of magic had been what had made it so easy to find her a suitable match for a contract at such a young age, though she wasn't sure that was something she cared to brag about or even talk about for that matter. Having been home schooled by privet tutors in the basics she had found herself more than ready for some interaction with more children her own age, children besides her brother and his annoying friends. But making friends was a task that proved harder for her than she imagined. She had always been somewhat reserved, concerned about her manners and appearances. Of course there was one person who was kind enough to inform her that if she didn't loosen up she would never make friends. Perhaps it wasn't the best advice, and it hadn't come from the best person but she took it into consideration anyways. Even though she knew she would never have to work a day in her life if she didn't want to she found herself striving for good marks in her classes. So many of her life choices were already laid out for her, she wanted just this one thing - this one choice, this one tiny taste of freedom. Only thing about getting a taste of freedom is that you find yourself wanting more. CHAPTER TWO May 2013 He was the first one to call her Gus, Augustine had a been a bit of a mouthful for the then three year old. Of course the nickname ended up sticking through the years and she'd never give much thought to how it wasn't normal for a girl to be called Gus - to her it was just the nickname she was accustom to. Her small hands stretch across the keys as she struggles with the second movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. With her brother having been off at school for three quarters of the year she had found extra time to practice her piano playing seeing as Nate was not around to tell her how horrid she was at it. But the school term was over and Nate was back home now and no matter how much she had improved Nate still made sure to tell her she lacked the talent necessary to play. As she was finally reaching the end of the movement she found herself startled and jumping as too many keys were pressed down upon all to quickly. She shot a glare at the culprit - smug grin, messy haired and dirty fingered she looked with horror as she saw the dirty prints he had left upon her pristine white piano keys. "You Nate's sister?" She finds herself just staring at the boy who so seamlessly asked a question as if he hadn't just so rudely interrupted her and dirtied up her piano while doing so. "Yeah, I'm Gus." She was not expecting the boy to snort with such laughter as she wasn't sure what about her words was funny, but soon enough he went on about how that was a boys name and that there was no way she was given a boys name. Of course as she went on to explain that her name was Augustine he laughed even more saying that was any better. Of course she found herself entirely flustered by this rude boy. "August is prettier you know, and much better than Gus." She wasn't sure how long he went on teasing her about her name, the way she played the piano - all the while smudging her keys up more - and even the way she was wearing her hair, and just about anything else he could manage to think of. He eventually explained that he was Liam, a boy whom Nate had met during the school year and that she would be seeing a lot more of him. Being far too overwhelmed by the boy she had thought her savior had come when Nate finally came into the room but she was only met with a few more minutes of taunting before dragging the other boy off to cause some other sort of trouble. "See you around, topolina." She heard him call out to her as he trailed after her brother. She figured the name wouldn't stick, either of them August or Topo-whatever just like to boy would probably never be anyone of that much importance to her later in life. Just one more friend of Nate's who would be none of her concern. CHAPTER ONE July 2011 "You can't be scared Gus." Her big doe like eyes rest on her brother has he buckles up her polished black shoes. She can only nod and chew on her cheek because she knows lying is bad and to tell Nate that she isn't scared would be the biggest lie she could ever tell. "Gus, it'll be okay, this is good. This means father is going to ensure that you have a good life when your older. I did this too when I was your age." She knows he is trying to make her feel better and it brings a small smile to her face. She isn't sure just what sort of life her father is ensuring for her, or even why they have to worry about such things. She can barely even picture the day she will be an adult - after all she is only five and it feels like she will never grow old. She doesn't want to grow old really. "Will it hurt? Father says it might hurt a bit, I don't want to get hurt Nate..." Her eyes close when she feels her brother's hand reach out to stroke her hair. He can't tell her that it won't hurt. Instead he takes her hand and leads her out to the garden where Mother and Father are seated with a man and a woman who were at the party that was held at the start of the month. Nate had explained that it had been her party, the one that was thrown to show her off. She would later learn it was her auction where she was sold like an animal to the highest bidder as a child bride. With the man and woman is a boy who couldn't be much older than Nate, even so one look at him and She finds herself shifting closer to her brother and holding tighter to his hand. When they join their parents at the garden table they are introduced to the Le Tourneau's before her Father and Mister Le Tourneau start discussing the finer details of the contract. She founds herself lost in the adults' words. Words that will be what decide how she is raised, how she will act, what would be expected of her. Words that state in her twenty-first year of life and Sebastien's twenty-fifth they will be wedded and that in a years time after she would be expected to have produced an heir. These are things that are too much for her to wrap her five-year-old mind around. But she doesn't have to understand the contract, she just has to understand that it is binding to her. Sebastien would be given his freedom as every pureblood boy should have, but she - she was and would always be Sebastien's. Its over when her father pricks her forefinger, like a good girl she doesn't cry out even though it hurt. She only watches as the bright red droplets drip onto the parchment. Only when it is over does her father shoo her and her brother away. As they walk from the table she turned to see her mother with Madame Le Tourneau leaning over to her and just before they are out of ear shot she catches the words spoken so softly to her mother. "Its a shame you know, she just had to be born a girl didn't she? Poor thing doesn't stand a chance." One day she would lose track of how many times she over heard statements all to similar to this one. Such a shame that she was born the daughter of a hired wand, a shame that she was sold off to the highest bidder, a shame that she was molded to be nothing more than an obedient wife. What a shame indeed. "Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be." - F. Scott Fitzgerald Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. ALIAS: Bonzi AGE: 27 DISCOVERY: Paige ♥ and I basically live here CHARACTERS: ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV, ALTAIR MAE POYNTER, AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL, AMITY CATHLEEN PARRIS, ANTOINE MARQUEZ LETOURNEAU, APOLLO JAMES BORDEN, ATTICUS RHYS VAUGHAN, AUBREY CAMILLA SCIARRA, AUGUSTINE VENIA IFINOH, AXEL TOBIAS MEAGHER, BAILEY IVO MCCONNELL, BEATRICE ADELAIDE DURSLEY, BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN, CASPIAN DMITRI CROSSHEART, DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS, ELEANOR CORDELIA WORRALL, EMILLA PÄIVÄ AALTO, EVIN MIKHAIL GREKOV, GERONE CARLOTTA CARPETHOS, GIDGET ANABEL HALE, ICARUS ALAWN LLEWELLYN, IMOGEN NIAMH MERRITT, IRINKA AKSINYA XANTHOPOULOS, ISAAC RYDER MCAVOY-GREYBACK, JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP, JACQUELINE AURORA TALBOTT, LACHLAN WALLACE MONTGOMERY, LENNOX ELASIS BRYNJAR WILKOŁAK, NATHANAEL ANTOINE CLEMENCE, NYX DIONE MOON, OROCHI TACHIBANA, PASCAL ARISTIDE BORGIA, PAXTON POLARIS PRESCOTT, PHINEAS AJAX PAKARINEN, ROBERT SHAY WAGTAIL-HOLDEN, TAWNEE RAE ADDAMS, TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER, YŪKI SATŌ NOTES: I like turtles made by paige

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