Michaela Boot should be much too smart for this. (perfectionist) wrote in backway, @ 2007-11-20 23:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1992, cho, marriage contract, quinn |
Cho & Quinn: 1992 Marriage Contract - It seemed like a good idea at the time!
Who: Quinn and Cho
When: November 20, 1992
Where: Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch
What: A marriage pact is made. And it's intentionally real.
Status: COMPLETE
The stars above the Quidditch pitch were bright, more brilliant than any of the diamonds in his family's store. Which, interestingly enough, was the main reason Quinn Chamber was lying on his back in the middle of the field after curfew, staring up at them as if they could tell him the answers to questions he didn't know how to ask. His family. He'd spent the first nine years of his life trying to make his parents proud. He'd done what he'd been told, took the lessons they made him take, learned languages and ballroom dancing. He'd even hidden his new found love for music from them so they wouldn't be angry or disappointed. But they had been. They always were. And then he found out that they weren't really his parents and things changed. He wanted to push them. He flaunted his guitar, he boasted about wanting to be a Muggle, he formed a fast friendship and fascination with Muggle born, Richard Bradley.
But he wasn't happy. He had good friends, the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts as his girlfriend for the past year, a place on the Quidditch team, good grades and a growing reputation for breaking rules and talking back and not caring about the consequences, everything a thirteen - almost fourteen - year old boy wanted. But he still wasn't happy. And it came down to, as corny as it sounded, love. He'd never had it before. His parents didn't love each other, and they certainly didn't love him. His real mother saw him once or twice a year and hardly knew him enough to love him. He didn't even know who his real father was. How could he be expected to grow up and get married and have... squirmy little its... and love without ever having it himself?
Maybe he'd been going about this all wrong. Maybe he should try to be a good son. Stop playing music. Stop breaking rules. Start behaving like what he was supposed to be. A Chambers. A Pureblood. Respectable. Even if he wasn't. Even if it made him miserable. It would make him happy in the end, right? It had to. Closing his eyes, he squeezed them shut as tight as he could, hoping that when he opened them an answer of some sort would appear before him.