arescere ✿ xavier thorpe

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13 - the forgotton belfiore

after the buzz of winning died down, ms weems informed them that they were to redress and dry before the winning ceremony. and that he did, making the trek towards his room. the wetsuit starting to grew very uncomfortable as he walked, starting to wish he had changed in the tent but he didn't want to get changed in a tent full of girls. he made it to his room and finally stripped of that layer, he wondered if this what being a snake felt like. he felt like he was shedding a layer of his skin as he peeled it off him. with great discomfort and struggle may i add.

"the first poe cup took place in 1897 as a way not only to honour nevermore's most famous alumni but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share. community, perseverance, and determination." wanting to kick bianca's ass in her own game? ms weem spoke as she stood before the whole school. the black cats team stood proudly behind her. sure he had joined the attention for a moment, but that moment had long since passed and he could feel himself shrinking under others gaze.

"congratulations to ophelia hall!'' ms weems exclaimed as she handed them the cup and enid lifted it up into the air, screaming in joy as her classmates clapped and hollered.

"as a former resident, i will be happy to see that cup back on the mantle after all these years." he heard ms weems speak as he shrank away from the group. he wanted to be alone, and clearly he wasn't the only one. wednesday addams following in tow. she followed him into a corridor, sat by a statue of a man, a book, and a bird. she joined him, sitting below the book. but his eyes did not meet her cold gaze instead were on the walls. pictures of past students hung in frames. including one of the women who looked very much like him but older and more feminine with what seemed to be a group of others as they held a cup. and he got up as she looked up. she found the marking on a book she had been looking for as he came face to face with the picture. the poe cup winners of 1990- ophelia hall: morticia frump, larrissa weems, amelia vonsnap, helga thorne, yelena basnicki and francoise belfiore. francoise belfiore? a name not heard by his ears before. he heard enid shouting for the two of them but his eyes bore into the picture. it looked just like his father but with more softer and feminine features. and he physically had to pull his eyes from the painting. his father had a sister and never once mentioned her. he looked out into the quad, the friendship groups mingling. his eyes found xavier thorpe, who was laughing and smiling with his friend as they ate their cupcakes. and as if he could feel his gaze he found peter belfiore leaning on a pillar, headphones in and book in hand.

"it's good to see you fitting in. just like your mother." he heard ms weems speak, looking to find her standing in front of wednesday.

"my mother and i are two different people/species/everything."

"the last time ophelia hall won the poe cup, your mother captained the team. i was her co pilot. maybe you two are more alike than you think." ms weems spoke, grinning at the younger girl. larissa saw so much of morticia in wednesday, yet saw nothing of her at all. the girl had her mothers wit but in a much different way. and her mother's knack for odd friends.

"and wednesday, i want you to be weary around peter belfiore. i know it's not my place to say but i'm afraid an apple doesn't fall too far from the tree." eyes flickered to the side, she knew peter was there. wednesday didn't even nod before walking away.

"ah mr belfiore, i didn't see you there. i wanted to speak to you and mr thorpe in the morning about sleeping arrangements."

"sleeping arrangements?" he questioned but the woman was already walking away, stride in her step as if she were trying to get away from him as quickly as possible. and curiosity grew. he needed a yearbook. he knew of the section in the library dedicated to year books, so that is where he headed. not letting anything or anyone distract him as he stumbled into the library. only for ms thornhill to be scanning along the herbology section.

"oh hello peter.'' he gave her a tight lipped smile as he wandered away, only for her to still linger around him.

"anything in particular?" she questioned appearing down the other end of the isle, and he swore he could have had a heart attack as he shook his head. placing his hand on his chest. and he scrambled off, making a beeline for the yearbooks. hoping to grab one and disappear before she found him again. he really didn't like her, she always seemed to be there. everywhere he looked into the school the woman was there. he'd sneak into jericho and she'd be in the coffee shop eyeing the boy tyler. it was very peculiar. the second the door to his room shut he opened the book. class of 1990's. skim reading pages until he found the one with the pictures of them. running down the edge looking for b.

batter
bavine
behir
beguan
bekk
belfiore

he stared back at the picture of his father, he was handsome. dark hair, pale face with incredible facial structure, green eyes. he had the same look of what one would envision regulus black to be like. had the same cold harsh personality too. before moving over to the girl in the picture before him. looking much like the figure after, but softer. her eyes were more emerald like. lime the gems that shorn on crowns.

francoise belfiore.

"it is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it."

strange. so she was real and not a mere trick of his eye. but as he ran to his desk to the laptop, tying the women's name. nothing came from it. he checked the belfiore tree, no such women. searched news files, nothing. she was a forgotten belfiore.

"sorry, nothing matched your search." wednesday spoke and he was left startled once more.

"how long have you been standing there?" he cried, placing his hand on his heart once more for the day.

"a while."