Just like old memories{Mary}

[ANTHONY JAMES MULCIBER]

It was late into the night as a sixteen year old boy tossed and turned in his bed in the Slytherin dorms. One or two of his mates muttered lightly in their sleep. Okay, that’s it, Anthony thought to himself as he pushed the blankets aside. I’m done with sleep. He rolled off his bed and landed on the floor with a slight thud. Another of his mates snorted in his sleep and turned over, facing the wall. Anthony couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow, a look of plain amusement on his face. He knew he could use their night time habits to blackmail them. He was pretty sure they’ll bend over backwards but he wasn’t going to. Not now anyways, the seventh year thought as he stood up and gripped his wand, snatching it from his bed side table. He grumbled a bit to himself. Anthony Mulciber was an insomniac. He had trouble sleeping and staying asleep. He would also last a few days without sleep. His sleeping habit would often change depending on the month or how his mood was. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. A low growl escaped from his lips as he dressed in the dark. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled on a dark green cloak. “But I like them,” Anthony whirled around and quickly bit down on his lower lip to stop himself from bursting out laughing. They were really entertaining this late at night.

He quickly walk out, not taking any care to slam the door shut. Anthony was having trouble keeping a straight face as he walked downstairs and out of the common room. Black eyes glanced around the hallways. Good, no one was around. That was perfect for him. But the question was, where would he go? The library? One of the towers….bingo. Anthony smirked as he made his way to the Astronomy Tower. The Tower held a specific memory to him. It was a place that he once made a student hanging off the edge. What was her name….Ah. MacDonald. The foolish Mudblood thought that she could talk back to him. Several snide comments and retorts were exchanged on their parts. Anthony thought it would be fun to put the Imperius Curse on her and have her dangling from the edge of the Astronomy Tower, the highest point in the castle. He could have made her jump to her death. He could have made it to where she didn’t survive the landing. For some reason or another he decided to let her go with only a warning. “Next time I’ll make you jump Mudblood,” he had hissed before releasing the curse and watching as she walked off. He had watched her after the incident. Surely she would have gone to the muggle-loving Headmaster to tell him what had happened.

Anthony was surprised when three weeks had gone by without a summon to the office. Maybe the Mudblood had learned her lesson not to mess with him. “There’s only hope,” the black haired boy muttered to himself as he walked up the stairs to the tower. It was amazing that he did not encounter any perfects or the Head boy/girl. If he had crossed paths with a professor, he was out of luck. He would have had detentions for a week at least. And then a letter, possibly a Howler, from his father. The mere thought of it had made him shudder. Two times he had a Howler delivered to him during breakfast. It wasn’t a pretty sight at all. His father was a downright nasty man. And Anthony still has the scars on his back to prove it. He respected him out of fear and hate him. Anthony sighed gloomy as he kept his gaze across the grounds, lost in his thoughts. His ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. That alone brought him out of his thoughts as he slowly turned around, pulling out his wand and pointed it straight at the person.

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Tagged. Mary
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Notes. Andd here we go again!

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[mary]

She had yet to sleep that night.

Mary sighed once again, adjusting her position on the couch she was sitting on and turning another page on the book she had been reading. At this rate she would be done with it by morning, without having seen her bed. By now, the common room was deserted, with all her housemates having given into sleep and retiring for the night. Even the fireplace seemed to be ready to give up, the dying fire barely able to provide heat, let alone light. Yet, it was comfortable enough, and it wouldn't be too hard to fall asleep in such a nice place - she would know, it had happened to her more often than not.

She had told her roommates she wouldn't be long, reassuring a certain red-head that she would have a proper night of sleep. Seriously, sometimes Lily acted more like a mother than... well, Mary's own mother. In all honesty though, Mary had been planing to go to bed. She had been planing to sleep. Just one more chapter and she would do it, the female kept telling herself, just one more... and yet, she never closed the book. And it wasn't that interesting of a book. Nor a new one. She merely didn't want to go to sleep. Merlin knows why.

As she expected, it didn't take her very long to finish the book. Groaning, she tossed it aside as she got up. Fine, if her body refused her sleep, she would at least do something interesting with her time. So instead of going to bed like she had promised, Mary walked out of the portrait hole, waking the fat lady in the process. Dismissing the threats from the portrait, the female made her way through the desert hallways, with no set destination in mind. Over the years, she had gain a somewhat decent knowledge of the secret passages of Hogwarts, and making her way around the castle without being noticed wasn't too hard. Not that she had this sort of adventures on a regular basis, no, she pretty much only did it when she was extremely bored.

She didn't notice where her feet had been taking her until she started climbing up the stairs that led to the astronomy tower and the realization made her stop. Why in Merlin's name had she ended up here of all places. She hadn't set a foot in the astronomy tower ever since the incident on fifth year, and now here she found herself, halfway towards the top. Well, if she was already here, she might as well continue up. She doubted the place could still be scary after all this time.

She was wrong, of course, but she only found that out once she arrived to the top of the stairs, her wand lit up ahead of her. The female wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted her, and it was it a great amount of effort she managed to maintain a composed face. The grip on her wand tightened, as the female pondered what could happen if she hexed him in the spot. Merlin knew he deserved it. But then again, this was Mulciber they were talking about, and no one knew exactly what he was capable of. So, she stood there, staring at him. Turning around and leaving would probably only make things worse.