through the veins* silas&indy

[indiana s. weasley]

One can only get used to so many needles in one day. Five to be exact , every day...probably for the rest of your life. Fuck , who said being sweet wasn't painful. Too sweet , too sugary. People stared, thinking the worse was always the first option. Was it heroin? Cocaine? Something worse? No. It was insulin. Y'know the thingy your body produces so that you don't go into a coma from all the lollies you eat in Halloween. Anyway, some people just don't have it. Sick people. Not treatable , no; but controllable. People with sugary blood had to be careful of what they ate and drank , they pretty much had a sucky diet. Good for athletes, but people with sugary blood couldn't be much of an athlete now could they? They were weak sometimes, they fainted. It had all started two years ago when the summer was just starting. Indiana Weasley had not been feeling too good, but she was a warrior. Determined to practice the whole summer for the Quidditch auditions, which she later found out she wasn't going to be able to participate in. She fainted once , and a trip to the hospital she was diagnosed with Diabetes type 1 , or as she liked to call it ; Chronic sweetness. Witty girl she was. She was prodded and pricked by needles for the whole summer, but she didn't mind. Fortunately she was a brave kid , she was placed in Gryffindor for a reason. The twelve year-old tomboy was just starting her wizarding life. Being a muggle-born adopted by a very peculiar wizarding family, she was raised like a witch. Indy , as people called her was the youngest adopted child of Charlie Weasley.

Two years later here she was, already in the Quidditch team and a beater. She was the new kid in the team, but since her cousin Fred was the other beater she had it easy. She didn't need any help anyway, the girl was a Quidditch prodigy. Fast, agile and quick-witted. Not too clever for school, but she got decent grades. Indy was loud and opinionated, she said what she wanted when she wanted. It was like there was no little voice in her head that told her what not so say (and if there was...she would probably tell it to go fuck off). Indy took her sport seriously, she was totally committed to it. Being raised by all men ... well you get the idea. She dressed in her older brother's hand me downs, wore no make-up and rarely did her hair. She had a potty mouth and could not stand to see someone be bullied. Hot-headed , she was not scared of anyone or anything. Physical violence was associated with her, if you picked on someone younger there was a high probability that the next thing that you saw coming was a bony knuckle to your nose. Boy or girl , didn't matter to her.

Indy preferred the company of her brother, her brother's friends and the kinds in her house. In no way she was mean , in fact she liked to meet people , quick to get conversations going and around. People never seemed to stick around long enough, she always managed to say something offensive without meaning it. A person though , he stuck around long enough. He was Tuck's friend, and Indy couldn't really remember how they had gotten to know each other. The kid was weird, but in the good sense of the word. He was the sort of person that you could see and think that he's perfectly normal , but one look into his eyes and then you're perspective changed completely. He had sad eyes, and talked very little about himself. His name was Silas , and Silas had become a friend of Indy's. She hadn't bothered to tell him about her disease, no one necessarily needed to know, PLUS he was the Ravenclaw's chaser.

It was Quidditch season in fact. Half past three on a Saturday , she had had practice over an hour ago so she had just had a shower. Her dark wavy hair was dripping wet, and she was on her was to get something to eat. For a girl her size she could eat a whole cow and still not be full, unfortunately for her she was always hungry. The whole diabetes thing had her on a pretty strict diet. No sweets, no alcohol, no starch, no fucking nothing. It was probably the only thing she got whiny about, the food. She missed having big pieces of pumpkin pie grandma Molly made. Her feet dragged along the hall, the bright shoes on her feet made heads turn. Indy was dressed as usual, baggy jeans and a t-shir; a lot of the girls in her dorm told her that if she bothered to put on make up she would be so pretty. Wasn't she pretty now? No , not really. Indy had never considered herself a pretty girl, she had never considered herself an actual girl. Girl had boobs. Girl had skirts. Girls had boyfriends. Indy had no boobs, skirts or boyfriends...so you do the math.

Indy plopped herself on the Gryffindor table next to a couple of girls from her year. She was usually friendly towards them, but preferred to keep her distance. One of them was wearing a big pink bow on her head that made her want to puke. She WAS only thirteen...maybe she would develop lady attributes someday. A plate of pudding was sitting in front of her, but before she could take a bite she had to do the whole ritual. Honestly she didn't enjoy having people ask her what the hell she's injecting in her belly button, but she didn't feel like walking to the bathroom right now. James had put them through a couple of rough drills and she was knackered. Even if she had spent her life with that kid , he still made her work like everyone else , which she admired and respected. Fred was always goofing around, which sometimes bothered Indy...because they were pretty much linked. He was her favourite cousin, but boy was he annoying sometimes.

Indy got her things out. The gadgets were mainly muggle because wizarding people apparently had no idea what Diabetes was. Maybe it was just a muggle disease. It was a little...sort of a game-boy. She put it up to her finger and pinched it with a little needle, the blood would be tested and then she would now how low or high her blood sugar was. The girls started asking questions as soon as they saw blood. One of them even asked if she did it for fun, to which she replied: "Fuck no, who the hell would poke their damned finger with a needle for fun?!". The girl looked offended and went back to her drink, see? Told you. Indy shrugged and proceeded to load her needle. This took a couple of minutes since the insulin had to rest. As soon as her needle was loaded she left it on the table and turned to look around. Indy had the lovely habit to burst into song , and it would be a jolly good time if she didn't sound like a dying cat. "DOOOOON'T STOP ME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW, 'causeee i'm having a good timeeee , havin' a good timeeee!!!!" she sang , not too loud but still the whole table could hear. She got a few stares, but she laughed it off and kept singing Queen waiting for her insulin to settle.

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[silas o. mcconnell]

WALK BLINDLY TO THE LIGHT
and reach out for his hand .

don't ask any questions
AND DON"T TRY TO UNDERSTAND

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"I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike." Silas sang under his breath. He took a few more mouthfuls of his food. Rubbing the back of his neck. He was rather fond of old school music. Especially Queen. He and Sadie would sing Queen songs with one another while waiting in the hospital for things like blood tests and things of the like. Though, Silas was fond of other bands and genres of music too. As he used to sit alone donating anything that his twin had needed. Platelets, white blood cells. He'd been poke, prodded, and under the knife as many times as Sadie has. If he could have he would've switched places with her. The only thing he hated about being a muggle-born was the fact that the damned muggle disease Leukemia had taken away not only his twin sister but his best friend too.

He decided that today would be a good day for a broom ride around the pitch. Silas didn't have much to do today work wise and it was always a good break from tutoring, homework, and studying for exams. That and he had been for N. E. W. T's for a long while as of late. Still bound and determined to become a healer after he graduated. Silas was well aware that you couldn't save everyone, but if he could help a few of those who were ill. Well, then it would all be worth it seeing as he had been in their shoes before.

Silas cast a glance around the Great Hall and then headed down to the pitch. He had threw on a grey t-shirt and a pair of kahi shorts seeing as it was a nice day out save for how windy it seemed to be out today. His hair constantly flew into his eyes to the point where he had to fight with it just to see. That part he didn't enjoy - not in the slightest. He had walked into the Ravenclaw locker rooms and produced his broom and then walked onto the pitch where he had spotted the brunette third year Weasley.

"Oi, Indiana." he called out to her. "You flying today?"

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[indiana s. weasley]

Apr 18, 2011 2:50:20 GMT -5 indiana s. weasley said:

Enough waiting for insulin to settle. Indy looked at the incredibly thin needle and sighed. This was going to be her life , sticking needles in odd body parts for the rest of her life. Taking the clear liquid she tapped it with her finger a couple of times, making sure it was prepared. Taking the cap with her teeth she pulled her shirt up to reveal a milky stomach. It was so pale she even had a blue-ish undertone. The girls around her stared intently, by know she was used to it. It was more of a freak show than anything new to them. Indy carefully pinched a piece of skin and slid the needle on, pressing the liquid in. It wan a odd feeling, to have the liquid travel through your veins and then the cold needle sliding off the layers of skin. A girl made a gagging sound. Indy giggled and looked at her, shrugged and went back to her pudding. Saturday. Sturday. Lonesome. Tuck and Fred had gone to Hogmeade.

Indy finished her pudding slowly , enjoying every bite of the rice pudding in front of her. The elfs made special food for her, because she asked nicely. They made sure that the food she ate didn't have much fat or sugar. Sometimes she managed to sneak in a sugar-cube into her tea, but that would serve her for a whole week. The girls stood up and waved goodbye, all gossiping and patting their noses with that white plaster. Indy looked at her empty plate and heard her stomach still grumble. She bit her lip and stole and apple from the big fruit plate in the center of the table. Apples were good, but truth be told she wasn't so fond of fruit. The annoyingly sweet grandma Molly's pumpkin pie was starting to be greatly missed by her taste buds. There was nothing better to do at this time so she figured that if she was gong to faff around, she would probably be better off in the Quidditch pitch.

Indy didn't always get on her broom after eating , it was dangerous. As if she was going into the pool she had to wait at least half an hour before doing any kind of physical exercise. Her curls were still dripping from the shower she had just taken. It was silly that she would be back in the Quidditch pitch after hours of training. People didn't really got the deal with her and Quidditch, they said she was a nut and that she needed to find a healthier hobbie. The little brunette bounced to the pitch, singing out loud yet another muggle tune. "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone .... la la la la la la " she sang, because she couldn't really remember the rest of the lyrics. It was from a movie she had seen recently, a very very old muggle movie. Indy reached the pitch and let herself into the Gryffindor's locker room. Her locked was the one on the far left , next to Fred's.

Indy took her shirt off and folded it neatly into the bag she had installed in her locker. She took an old ripped, grass-stained hoodie that had the Holyhead Harpies in the back. It had aunt Ginny's name. It had been hers when she played for them. This was probably her favourite piece of clothing , apart from Tuck's old flannel shirt. Indy thought the hoodie gave her luck in the games and such , so she used it all the time during quidditch season. She folded the sleeves because it was a bit too big for her still. Grabbing a waxing bar and her broom she settled for a seat next to the tallest goal post. A couple of minutes lated she heard a familiar voice calling her. Her swift waxing movements were interrupted and she looked up. It was Silas. He was wearing a gray T-shirt that looked nice on him. Indy blushed slightly at her thought. It was silly of her to think things like that.

"Hey Silas. Uh , no...not now at least" she said in her particularly raspy voice.

"Why do you fly anyway? You're still shit MCconnell" she teased with a half grin in her mouth.

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[silas o. mcconnell]

WALK BLINDLY TO THE LIGHT
and reach out for his hand .

don't ask any questions
AND DON"T TRY TO UNDERSTAND

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"Well, aren't you nice." he scowled. Running a hand through his jet black hair as he mounted his broom. There was a part of Silas McConnell that could never quite tell when Indiana Weasley was serious or joking. If she was joking. Well, he certainly didn't find her to be very funny. "I'm a fine flyer - thank you. I don't get to fly during the summers at all. I normally drive around in my car." he added in almost as a defense. Besides, do you know how long and hard I have worked to get over my fear of heights? He didn't dare say that out loud and instead Silas kicked off the ground and hovered in the air a bit.

"If you're not planning on flying. I suppose that you can watch me." he shrugged his shoulders. The Weasley girl looked like an insect from where he hovered at least a good five feet in the air. Silas had to jerk his head up and keep his eyes on the sky. Otherwise, he'd start to tense up when he realized that there was a chance that he could fall from his broom. He still hated heights. Though, he tried to pass it off as nothing. He leaned foward on his broom and flew from one end of the pitch to the other. The wind blowing his dark hair in every which way and giving it a very unkempt yet wind-blown appearance. Silas was a rather attractive bloke for the age of fifteen. His voice had grown deeper than when he'd first met the Weasley girl when he was around twelve where he had constantly been told by Sadie at a young age that he sounded like Tiny Tim from A Christmas Carol that comment had never failed to irk him in some form.

He was tall for his age and stocky. Muscular, but not to the point where it was extremely obvious only when he wore t-shirts where his biceps were openly exposed. Silas was for the most part rather reserved. There were some that seemed to never quite understand him, but Silas didn't care. As long as a person treated him with respect. He'd show them the same respect. When it came to girls. Silas didn't have much luck with them at this point or even later. He always fond one way or another to clam up and get too shy or make a fool of himself. That and a lot of people seemed to think that he was too serious for his own good.

A part of Silas wondered why Indy Weasley disliked him so badly. He didn't know why. It appeared to him that she disliked him, but maybe that wasn't so. The two just seemed to not get along with one another on a regular basis. McConnell never failed to find that odd. Personally, he had nothing aganist her save the fact that she had no filter and would you whatever she could against you in an argument. There was also the fact that at times Silas thought the girl was way too Qudditch obsessive. He didn't hold that aganist her though. He wouldn't feel right about that.

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[indiana s. weasley]

"I'm a darling Silas , you know it" she teased, looking down to her broom stick.

The shaft looked a bit old, well it was an old broom indeed. Indy didn't really bother, it was fine while she could fly.

"Oh , a CAR! Someone call the department of muggle devices!" she snorted.

Indy was probably the only witch that knew what a car was. Well, witches knew about the flying ones. They didn't know the smell of gasoline and burnt wheels, she was still a muggle. Charlie had taken her to a drag race once, only because she had insisted so much he thought if he heard "PLEASE DADDY!" one more time he would lock her in the attic. Indy had been so excited, she had screamed and jumped around like a little girl (which she was, but that's not exactly the point). She had never gotten into a car, Charlie wouldn't allow her to go near one. Even if Tuck and Romeo drove around the whole time. Charlie said she wouldn't be allowed to get into a car until she was 15.

"What kind, Evil Kniev....?" she was cut off by him and his cocky attitude.

Indy rolled her eyes and saw him jump off into the slightly cloudy sky. Her hoodie was damp from her hair, so she managed to french braid it. The only thing she had gotten from her girl cousins was the ability to french braid her own hair. It was the only way she would pull her hair up for games. Silas was being himself. He was reserved and serious, and Indy just adored to make him irk and act up. It was a hobbie, bugging him. Truth was she was quite fond of him, he was different and she liked that. Tuck had mentioned that she enjoyed annoying far too much, Indy had given a smack in the back of the head and told him she did whatever she wanted. That last bit was true, she did whatever she wanted. She could make Silas go insane if she wanted to, but she didn't. A part of her wanted him to like her, but she didn't know why really.

Indy tried to ignore the fact that he had purposely challenged her to follow him. She waked the shaft of her broom, but it was just impossible not to look up. Anxiety started to itch her legs and arms, there was a voice in her head that was warning her that the insulin took a while to work. It was custom that the little voice would be put away inside a drawer in her mind. She bit her lip and sighed, looking at the silhouette that drew circles in the sky. There was no way she was going to leave this unsettled. Indy stood up and tied her laces, wrapped her legs around the shaft of her broom and kicked up with unquestionable decision. The wind hit her in the face quite suddenly , as she balanced herself to head towards Silas.

Indy flew right by him, she was a fast flyer and very sturdy. She could fly with the tips of her toes. Indy usually liked to brag about how amazing she was, and she indeed was a very talented player. It made her feel like she was good at something, since she had never been the brightest bulb on the tanning bed. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't dumb but she certainly didn't have the patience to sit through a class of something she would not use later in life. She wasn't good with magical creatures either, which sort of bothered her because if she were at least the tiniest bit good with creatures she would make Charlie so proud. Charlie was the best person in her life, not only did her stand her but he was proud and enjoyed her playing quidditch. Indy loved Charlie like no one else.

"Mconnell! You're falling behind!" she shouted at him as she speeded up.

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