things we shouldn't have said / simon.

[solène v. armande]

There's an age in every teenager's life when they just can't take it anymore. It's that age , between fourteen and fifteen when you have a goofy face and long awkward arms. The whole world kind of seems to be against you , and it is. Let's be honest , growing up is a pain in the ass. For some people more than others of course , and for one particular fifteen year old it was getting ridiculous. Solène Armande had a face that could make you think she was all innocence , but in her mind she was planning how to smack you. She had always been like this , but when she entered Beauxbaton things were a bit different. People were only interested on your last name and blood status , on what kind of robes you wore and what broom you flew. Beauxbaton was a good school, but there was no denying that people tended to float on superficial waters.

Three years of following around dumb French girls seemed like enough. That year it all went to shit. Solène stood up to those so-called friends and decided she wouldn't let anyone walk over her again. Fourth year had been tough , since she spent most of her time alone or with Simon Binot , her best friend. He was the only person that seemed to understand. It didn't help that he had the most amazing eyes. Solène had never been a romantic, but Simon just felt right. The summer before fifth year Solène stayed with her uncle in England , and that changed her way of looking at things. Photography became her obsession, and smoking she had taken up as a habit. She wan't sure Simon would like it, but she was so tired of seeking the approval of everyone...even he became a second layer. Maturity she would call it , but it was plain rebellion. Her mother was no happy, which was making Solène enjoy her phase even more.

Early in her fifth year she met some girls , whose names I shall keep a secret. They were older and got together and smoked on free periods in the bathroom. Honestly they didn't have the best reputation. They were known as the "putains" of school, and Solène was perfectly aware of that , which only made it that more tempting. Curiosity ran wild in her veins, and she needed new friends. Those girls became her partners in crime, and even if she hadn't even been touched by a man before she immediately got the bad rep. Don't get me wrong, after a while she did win herself that title. Making her mother furious was the only thing she wanted, and with her snoop sister telling her every move; making it public seemed logical. Simon had been distant since she started hanging out with the "putains" , but Solène was too busy trying to lose her V-card that she hardly noticed.

Gaspard Debuke had the honor , the night of the Christmas ball. He was older and a bad boy , and she was eager and curious. It all happened so fast, and the next day he was gone. That boosted her reputation even more , and she had only been with one boy. Solène thought it was silly that people cared so much for what she did. Her only objective was to infuriate her mother, not to make herself into the resident pot of gossip. Anyway, she sort of lost it when Gaspard left. She liked him. Solène started filling the shoes of her reputation, expecting her mother to intervene at any second and tell her that she was not allowed in her house again and that she could do whatever she wanted with her life. A fifteen year old knows no better than to expect things that probably will never happen.

It was almost two a.m , the castle was all silent. Solène was pretty sure she wasn't the only one who was up at this our on a Saturday night. There had been a party up in the towers, and the lucky bastard of the night had passed out drunk a couple of minutes after the heavy petting. Annoyed, Solène stole his shirt and slipped into her shorts. There was no option but to walk all the way to her dorm half dressed and bare-foot. It was spring, so it wasn't cold. In fact the weather had been lovely in the last few days. Walking out of his dorm she dragged her feet to the hall and looked out the window. The moon was shining very bright. Air filled her lungs and she let out a sigh. Patting the shirt she found a packet of cigarettes and a lighter , she was sure that there was no fire alarm in this place. The spark of the lighter lit the cigarette in her mouth. Taking a long drag she sat on the floor. Hopefully no one would walk by. Truth was that she didn't give a damn anyway.

i'm too badass to count | COMPLETE | SIMON BINOT |OUTFIT :HERE
LYRICS BY DIRE STRAITS | TEMPLATE BY ARRO
i used elle fanning 'cause I thoght she would be a cute young solène.

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