All These Things {Horace Abbott

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Of all of the things in the world, her school had to be the one to have a psychopathic Cupid. She had watched all of her peers be matched and all of the hijinks that always ensued after Cupid had his little ‘party’. She had seen love, hate, rebellion, and pain. She, herself, hated Cupid. He was always attempting to meddle in other’s business, and when they didn’t do every little thing he wished, he killed them. What a wonderful being. Josephine had hoped that she would get lucky, that she wouldn’t be one of Cupid’s lucky victims. Luck, it seemed, did not favor well on her side as of lately. Not only had she finally been matched, but she had been matched with one of her bloody professors. A professor, of course, that she had had for several years. What a bloody beautiful sense of humour.


All ramblings aside, she had to get ready. Even if she didn’t want to be matched, she didn’t really feel the need to rebel as of yet. This matching phase for the Cupid couldn’t linger too awfully long, and Josephine had large plans concerning the potions field. She wanted to help revolutionize the magical world, do something astounding. Sighing in disdain over this whole situation, she pulled a black and blue dress from her trunk, quickly throwing it on. She let her naturally wavy hair stay as it was, flowing down her back, and quickly put on a pair of earrings and necklace. She didn’t really care about the whole situation, but she did enjoy the change of appearance every now and then. Her makeup was done quickly and she was out the door the moment her shoed feet hit the floor.


Time was short, and Josephine was running slightly behind her own schedule. She had always lived life with the motto that early was on time, on time was late, and late was unacceptable. At this very moment, she was on time, and if she didn’t pick up her pace she was going to be late. Unacceptable. She lengthened her stride and finally made it to room 102 where she would be meeting up with her match. Horace Abbott. Professor Horace Abbott, whom she’d frequently had as a professor and currently had as well. What a beautiful coincidence. She stopped in front of the door, that looming door holding her own doom, and straightened her dress. When she realized that she was stalling the inevitable, she shook her head in a small pearl of mirthless laughter. It was now or never. Opening the door, she strode in as she spoke, I’m sorry Profess….you’re not here. How wonderful. At least now she could fidget and prepare herself mentally for the awkwardness of this situation.


Tag Horace Abbott Words 461 Outfit Link Notes Well, this is a horrible post for me. I wrote it before heading into school so it's not my best.

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It had been a beautiful day for him. It had been pure perfection until the owls arrived with his and Isabel’s mail. The day had been filled with wonderful weather, a nice meal at the lake, and the love between Horace Abbott and Isadora Conrad. It could have been one of the best days in Horace’s short twenty-one years of life. Any day spent with Isadora always ended up being a favorite day inside his memory. Soon the day his match mail arrived became one of the worst days in his life.

His day had been destroyed as soon as the owl dropped the letter upon his lap. It was almost as if Cupid knew what he was about to do to both Izzy and Horace. They both had received their letters on the same day and at the same time, and it resulted in them opening them up together. Immediate hurt, anger, and disappointment appeared on both the twenty-one year olds faces. They were not matched together. In fact, Horace was matched to a student and Isadora had been matched to another Professor, which just whelmed a jealous rage inside his head.

He knew they could never be together now. He had a slight feeling she was going to fall out of love and into love with Axel Wynter; a professor that was tall, handsome, and an intelligent man and Isadora could fall quickly in love with him and forget about Horace. Whereas Horace would always be in love with Isadora because there was no way he was about to fall in love with his match, a student at that.

Her name was Josephine Rutherford. A seventh year Ravenclaw student who he had in class and who also was able to sing in the Chorus. He already knew who she was. She was a brilliant student and he knew that someday she would make some man happy. This man just could not be himself. Today was going to be one of the most awkwardest days of his life, and to be honest he was avoiding it.

Showing up today was giving Cupid satisfaction for breaking up Isadora and himself. He was not about to let Cupid fully have this satisfaction. There was no way he was going to let this silly ‘match’ thing break him and Izzy apart. Which was what was resulting in him nearly being late to Cupid’s Hall. After he found out who his match was and whose hers was, there “little date” ended in a rush and they both left with broken hearts and an awkward exit.

Horace had been already dressed up in his suit when he went to talk to Isadora. He had told her before coming here that he loved her and that this was not changing anything. That they would find a way around it. Which nearly made him late….

He had to run to make it to Cupid’s Hall on time. He had picked up a random flower… it being a Daisy. He had everything he needed now so he no longer needed to stall.

When he arrived, he opened the door, slightly out of breath, as he walked over to Josephine. “ I’m sorry. “ he mustered out, handing her over the daisy. “ I was talking to Nurse Conrad…” he trailed off averting his eyes from his student, making this horrible experience already awkward before it even fully began.

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