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cruella de vil ([info]holocron) wrote,
Drystan & Odette
This love story, though no one knows or will admit to knowing it, begins on the 1st of September, 1967, on the Hogwarts Express. Two disgruntled eleven-year-olds trip over one another in the corridor, snap at one another, and are forced to share the only vacant train compartment left for the excruciatingly long journey ahead of them. The only thing they can agree on, however, is that the other children—nay, people—are exceedingly irritating.

After being sorted in the same House, a friendship was only natural. Odette and Drystan fancied themselves much better than the rest of their housemates, and usually kept to themselves, above the usual antics of their peers. The exception was their housemate Matt, whom they both took under their respective wings as pseudo parents, which only brought them closer together.

They played on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, they took all the same classes, and tended to be in each other's pockets for the school year. They visited one another frequently over the summers, and though they never declared themselves the best of friends (how utterly sappy and pathetic), the sentiment went without saying, through all the hardships, tribulations, and rites of passage in growing up. Often, his father remarked that he was waiting for them to marry, which Drystan sneered away, as obviously his father didn't understand.

When Adrian Mattias and Odette began feuding, Drystan wordlessly took up her side. When Odette secretly drank herself ill, he cleaned her up and tucked her into bed without asking for an explanation, or a lecture. He didn't think of it as enabling; it was simply a lack of judgment. They got one another through their last year of school and the bombshells and secrets that came with it.

Though he never told her, Drystan was scouted for a starting position on the Kenmare Kestrels which he passed up in favour of playing reserve on the Montrose Magpies, the team which Odette was bound to by familial and contractual obligations, signifying for all time that he considered his friendship with her to be more important than his career.

They transitioned into adult life smoothly, or as smoothly as could be. Two years after leaving school, they both made the starting roster for the Magpies, close as ever, and life had never been sweeter. They played at love, at fame, at wealthiness, and did whatever struck their fancy, happily. Until Odette took a break up rather hard and spiraled back into the wild student Drystan had known her to be in their later school years, with drinking and random and not-so-random men. He didn't think of it as jealousy so much as frustration that she slid so carelessly into bad habits, particularly when it might affect her career so badly. But, just as he did in school, Drystan was there to take care of her whenever she needed, without censure.

One night, after another drunken rendezvous, Odette stumbled upon his doorstep, plaintive yet giddy at the same time, pleading to come in. He opened the door, and in a rare fit of disapproval, asked what she thought she was doing. Didn't she see what she was doing to her life? How her career was suffering? These people are never there for you, he told her, and they never will be and you will never see that.


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