noah n. boot (supernoah) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-05-18 20:53:00

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Drystan! And whoever else wants to party I suppose? >>
All he wanted to bloody do was apologize to Odette. Or at least call himself an asshole and have things be somewhat forgotten. Noah would refuse to take back any of his words, but he would admit that he'd been more of a dick than he should've been to his---girlfriend, he supposed, they weren't very good with words, he'd come to find. All he wanted to do was let her know that he was sorry for being a jerk, and he'd leave the stupid party because he'd just end up sitting at the bar by himself anyway, and he'd just go, but of course he ran into West Sumpter's giant fist first.

God damn did he have a left hook.

Noah had thought he'd been lucky, managing to find a security guard that didn't seem to notice the big red line through his name on the guest list; he'd talked to him at a few previous events and was glad he'd struck up conversation. It was about thirty seconds into the party that West socked him, so he was currently stumbling through the party goers with a busted up lip and a too heavy jacket because it was raining outside. Oh! Oh, and he was soaked, if you didn't get that party about the rain.

Looked like a raving lunatic, he did, and Noah slammed into a giant wall of person, groaning as he realized who it was, "Oh, for fuck's sake!"

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brythonichero
2009-05-19 03:41 am UTC (link)

It was a fantastic party. Even Drystan had to admit that Odette had outdone herself. But Drystan, aside from his fledgling days on Caerphilly, was the large, silent type of party-goer, who laughed quietly into his glass, took advantage of the prestigious guest list as a means of free publicity (well, until the publicity started coming to him), and was coolly cordial to everyone he had to make the rounds to with Odette. After the mandatory socializing time, however, he took a few moments to himself to just stroll on the edge of the party, examine the space they were in, and mostly draw himself away from the thumping atmosphere of his birthday party.

He was not watching where he was looking, however, and evidently neither was the person who collided with his chest. Bemused, and startled out of his reverie, Drystan opened his mouth to apologize before seeing who it was, and what expletives were expelling from his or her mouth.

Oh, it was a his. His being that which belonged to Noah Boot.

Who, so far as he knew, had been struck off the list with the thick tip of a quill dipped in the reddest of ink.

But, here he was, standing in front of Drystan and looking righteously and aggravatedly pissed off.

Well, it was possible Odette had changed her mind, since she did it often enough with other things. He had a sneaking suspicion that that wasn't it, though, since Drystan hadn't encountered him once all night. With a raised eyebrow, he gave Noah a one-shoulder shrug. "If you know you're crashing, I'm not going to state the obvious to you."

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supernoah
2009-05-19 04:09 am UTC (link)

It had to be Fawcett, right? Noah couldn't believe his luck, and he just smirked and muttered some choice words before starting to duck away. Odette had to be near, right? Since this was her dear Stanfield, and all. He bloody wished this rage was brought upon by jealousy, it would be much easier to handle of it was, but of course, Noah's life couldn't figure things out like that.

He took two steps before he realized that it was pointless to try and find Odette in this crowd. Against his better judgment, and his gag reflex, Noah turned back to Drystan, taking in a deep breath.

"Where's Odette," he stated, more than asked, looking up sharply for an answer. Noah just wanted to say his peace and be done with it, these technical difficulties were going to make things a million times more annoying, he knew.

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brythonichero
2009-05-19 04:32 am UTC (link)

"Somewhere around here," he said, turning his head slightly to get a better view of the crowd they were decidedly away from. He hoped that Noah wasn't planning on hitting him, or exercising any other sort of violence. Not that Drystan was a violent person, of course, just that he was really solidly built.

He was entirely sure why this guy was being so antagonistic to him, considering they'd only recently met. If he was concerned that his interest in Odette was anything but platonic (or vice versa), that was so laughable, he couldn't even entertain it for long. And while Noah would have deserved it, Drystan didn't feel like letting his birthday party facilitate the inevitable bloodbath that would occur if he caught Odette at exactly the right moment. Maybe he already had, given the bump that was slowly coming in on his face. He took a step closer.

"Look, man, if she doesn't know you're here, you might want to wait to talk to her."

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supernoah
2009-05-19 04:45 am UTC (link)

"I don't need your bloody advice on dealing with my girlfriend!" Noah couldn't understand why the word, the title, came out only when someone was nearing hysteria (which he was not), but he shut his mouth quickly. This was ridiculous, it was stupid and ridiculous, and Noah couldn't handle stupid and ridiculous! He had his bloody charts, he just said what was on the tip of his tongue even if he regretted it later. He didn't need all this tiptoeing around because it just made him angrier and antsier and--the whole situation was affected and thoroughly ruined.

He looked up at Drystan, for a second remembering a time when he wasn't half a foot shorter than the man. Noah looked away, putting his hands out in a frustrated manner.

"Could you just tell me where she is, I need to talk to her." Because if he didn't do it now, he'd never get another chance, and as annoyed as he was, even Noah couldn't leave it at that.

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brythonichero
2009-05-19 04:58 am UTC (link)

"I don't know," Drystan replied, stressing the last syllable. He had just said that, hadn't he? It wasn't his fault if the guy wasn't on-top of it enough to remember the words that had literally come out of his mouth ten seconds ago. If this was what Odette was frustrated over, she was clearly in the right. His irritation was just an uncomfortable prickling feeling, somewhere deep down, but for unflappable Drystan, it was irritating enough. He had no issue to skirt around, but if Noah was tiptoeing around, it had to be for a reason. If he was so intent on being unpleasant, that suited Drystan just fine, but there was no need to have that attitude with him. Maybe if Drystan brought up the unlikely (very unlikely) theory that might be plaguing Boot, he could finally move on.

"If this is about her and me, we're just mates, nothing more, never have been, never will be. No sense getting wound up about it."

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supernoah
2009-05-19 05:35 am UTC (link)

Noah felt his hands begin to shake at Drystan's words, and he sputtered before managing to form something of a response. Of course it was jealous, that's all it could be, right! Stupid kid jealous of some famous quidditch player, that's all it bloody was! Of course he couldn't have any other reason for his anger, right?

"Are you kidding me!" he let out, throwing a hand up. Noah tried to imagine what Martin would say in this situation, as he always seemed to shut people up, even if it was something idiotic. Nothing came to him, and he just told the truth, like he was used to, "She could drop me like a fucking cigarette butt in two seconds flat, and you think I'm jealous?"

He looked away, not sure if he should be amazed at how stupid this guy was, or furious for insinuating such a stupid thing. Noah glared back up at Drystan quickly, shaking his head, "You don't remember me at all, do you?"

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brythonichero
2009-05-19 06:00 am UTC (link)

Drystan raised his eyebrows, taken aback.

You don't remember me at all, do you?

What was that supposed to mean?

Well, Drystan told himself dryly, it probably means that I don't remember him at all, do I. He drew his head back slightly and openly scrutinized Noah Boot's appearance, figuring there was some truth in his statement. But there were a lot of people he'd met over the years and a lot of people he'd forgotten. It wasn't arrogance, so much as his own mediocrity in remember faces and names, and the fact that he met scores upon scores of people—fans, agents, other players, friends of friends, anyone—on an almost-daily basis.

He didn't even know where to start trying to match his name and face to someone in his past. When had they met? Where had they met? Why, even? And under what circumstances?

Drystan tried to explain. "I've met a lot of people. I don't mean to be callous, but—I don't. Was it at a match? Or another party," he gestured around, "like this?"

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supernoah
2009-05-19 06:33 am UTC (link)

Why was he even trying? Noah just felt his chest clench harder and harder with each second, and he was sure the insides of his cheeks were going to bleed by how hard he was biting down on them. Why couldn't he just stalk away and ignore it like he did everything else? He'd tried so damn hard since he'd realized that Odette was bloody attached to Drystan's hip, but his patience had run thin from its already delicate state.

Noah opened his mouth to say something, but decided to actually think of a second. Did he want to open up this new, old can of worms? He'd done a very good job of burying it, so far away that he hadn't thought about it in years, but one bloody mention of the guy and everything came back to him and---for fuck's sake.

He looked back up, chuckling lightly because this was unbelievable, "Astronomy tower...January of 1974. I've got to go."

Noah shook his head, pushing forward through the crowd. If Fawcett couldn't remember finding one of his best friends drenched in blood from an attempted suicide, well---good bloody luck to him.

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brythonichero
2009-05-19 08:00 am UTC (link)

Drystan's brow crinkled when he heard the date—he wasn't on a team in January of that year. He didn't even start training until much later that year. In fact, that was his seventh year.

Which meant that he went to school with Boot?

There was no way the man could have been a Hufflepuff. Not only did he not seem the type, but Drystan knew his Housemates. So who else could it have been?

Noah.

Of course, he didn't go to school with a Boot, he went to school with a Noah. Noah, the Ravenclaw, Noah, the boy a year his junior… Noah, the boy who tried to kill himself in the Astronomy Tower.

He'd changed. Of course, they both had—drastically. But Noah didn't really resemble the school boy Drystan remembered. He'd honestly never expected to see Noah again. Drystan only kept in touch with Odette after school, and even then, it had been sparingly up until they both started playing for the Magpies. He'd continued to owl throughout the summer, but once he was recruited and his training started full-swing, time got more and more away from him, and the friendship had drifted to the back of his mind, and, apparently, eventually out of it entirely. Part of him had wished to block the sight of discovering him in the Tower from his mind completely. But while the two of them had forged their own peculiar friendship, Drystan was unable to, or did not want to. Out of sight, out of mind, however…

Drystan was more surprised than shocked or guilty right now, which he knew full well he could not show to Noah. As it was, Drystan could see that his lack of recognition had shaken something in Noah's core, and why shouldn't it have? Drystan tried placing himself in Noah's position, and thought it was a difficult thing to imagine, he could begin to make sense of Noah's beating-around-the-bush approach, waiting to be recognized, perhaps.

"Ah," he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of his neck as he saw Noah approaching the crowd.

What the hell was he supposed to do, now?

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