`corridor mayhem and run ins

[LEROY CAIRO SELWYN]

I keep it caged but I can’t control it

Cause if I let him out He’ll tear me up

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] AND BREAK ME DOWN ! Idiots. He was forever surrounded by idiots. His dorm mates sat on their respective beds around the room, but were gossiping lie girls. As he stated before, idiots. Though the fact of the matter was that his roommates had taken to talking about girls - though one or two of them had girlfriends already - and Leroy was entirely disinterested in the conversation. Sure, he had past relationships, but they never meant anything to him. Bloody hell, they didn’t even invoke anything remotely emotional in him. He just went out with them and that was it. Nothing. He felt absolutely nothing, as he normally did. "Your quiet, Leroy. Who do you think is the hottest?" one of them grinned a bit, the thought of a female getting Leroy Selwyn’s attention amusing to him. "Damn. If a girl has gotten Selwyn’s attention, she must be damn hot." another added in his useless two cents. Leroy just looked at them, a blank expression on his face that would’ve unnerved anyone that hadn’t had any experience with it. Being Slytherin purebloods - and his roommates - they’ve received blank looks before. At least he wasn’t rooming with a bunch of weaklings. Now that was something he wouldn’t have been able to survive. Probably would’ve cursed them whenever he got the chance. "None and you’re all a bunch of mindless idiots." he replied before making his way out of the dorm. Why he even stayed in there was beyond him. Well, he had nothing else to do anyways, and had just eaten. It being a Saturday, but not a Hogsmeade weekend, left not much to do but hang out with friends - and seeing as he had so few and they were busy - or roommates. Now, he found his roommates to be incredibly irritating - and so much like girls it was crazy - so he went to find something else to do. He was already ready for the day, dressed in a plain maroon button up shirt and a pair of slacks. His style was a sort of casual-formal style. It suited his personality, or so his mother would tell him when she bought him something of the sort. The library wasn’t much better, so Leroy just found himself wandering the halls. Sticking to the shadows. You know, the usual. His impossibly silent nature didn’t make him stand out, his stature being the only thing that made him differ from the rest of the crowd. Well, that and his set glare that basically told anyone who saw that he was annoyed. The seventh year Slytherin exited the library, leaving whatever Ravenclaws and a few others from the other three houses in there. It was around lunchtime, but Leroy couldn’t bring himself to care. He could always go to the kitchens later anyways. A few younger students looked up once at him before fleeing the scene, apparently smarter than they looked. At least, until they did something completely stupid in the next half-hour. Wand twirling between his fingers, Leroy was just wandering down the halls, in search of someone to terrify or torture or something when he ran straight into someone. That someone was much smaller than him, and he was hardly knocked back as they were knocked to the ground. At first glance he noted the blue. Ravenclaw then. At least he hadn’t ran into a complete imbecile who wasn’t worth his time. His eyes were dark and glaring until he realized it was a female he ran into. Almost immediately, he pocketed his wand and gave a polite - albeit fake, though not many could tell the difference between his fake and real, since not many say his real - smile. "I apologize. I must’ve not been looking." the lessons his mother taught him of being a gentleman came crashing down. No matter how much he didn’t want to, he just acted like this around girls. Like the perfect, polite, pureblood gentleman. It didn’t help that was partially what his father was aiming for. "Allow me, my lady." he said again, his tone controlled and soft, almost gentle. A complete opposite of Leroy himself. He held out his hand for her to take, the fake meaningless smile still plastered on his face. It fooled many, except his sisters. Because no one else knew what his real smile looked like - of that, Leroy was sure - except for his sisters. So, everyone just assumed whenever he smiled, it must’ve been a real one. After all, he was too much of a gentleman to fake it. The timing couldn’t have been anymore worse, as Leroy really was looking for some trouble to cause. It was his only way to pass time. However, once he actually noted the girl he ran into - not someone in his year, probably a sixth or fifth year - he noted her looks. Something was like a pull towards her, but Leroy still couldn’t feel anything. She was just a pretty face and his hormones were acting up. Nothing less. Most definitely nothing more. He would forget about her five minutes after this little incident anyways. ~858 WORDS , FAUNA , Sorry it's suck-ish...it'll get better, promise!

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tearing love apart,

Fauna Scamander was leaving a room that was not her own. Another hook up for her that night, and she had to admit, it was a good one. But it wasn't the best, and it wasn't enough for her to stick around the whole night, or even remember the poor bloke's name. She ran a hair through her very mangled hair and smiled to herself. Now all she had to do was creep back into her room and pretend she had been there the whole night when asked. She hated sneaking around, but that boy had nothing good about him. He was a half-blood, which meant she was better than him, so she made him do everything. All the work was his to do. And she had to say he did fabulously, but in the end, it was still her decision and the right one to go back to her dorm and have them ignore each other unless she needed a good shag later down the line. She was a bit of a horny girl, but she could take it. A bit of a whore, but she knew it. And she would continue to embrace those names that people gave her, because the only reason she would have to resent any of those facts would be if they weren't true. Every single one of the things that people said about her were true. She was just glad that they knew her so well.

She was walking down the corridor heading towards Ravenclaw tower. She ran a finger through her mangled hair and felt just how knotted it looked, and she knew that it looked like she had just had sex. While she was walking, she decided to brush her hair with her fingers. And while she was doing that, the last knot starting to get removed from the poor girl's head, she ran directly into someone. She landed flat on the floor, her ass stinging just a little bit. And then this guy had the audacity to tell her that he must've not been looking. "I reckon you weren't looking!" she said, her voice a little louder than she intended it to be. He stuck out a hand to try and help her up too. This guy was not doing a very good job today. "No. I can get myself off the floor thank you. Since you did a very good job to get me on the floor, I don't trust your ability to get me up." She pushed up on her arms to get herself off the floor, still in her Ravenclaw robes which were slightly mangled from the fun she'd been having earlier she started swatting away all the wrinkles, making it seem like it was the fall that made them wrinkled. Then, she finally looked at the face of the man in front of her.

He was handsome, but then again Fauna thought everyone was handsome. He had a nice bone structure, and a nice build, but he could do so much more with it. He could have every lady drooling over him. That didn't stop Fauna from flirting though. She was a natural. She started to twist her fingers in her hand and bite the bottom of her lip. "Well, how could I not fall on the floor with a build like that," she said to him, her voice turning from the harsh it had been before the the playful and flirty one she knew all too well. She would get him to sleep with her she hoped because after all, two hook ups in one night was an accomplishment for the girl. And she would try her hardest to get it. The thought made her bite her lip more, wanting him just because he was standing there. She'd have to go slow though, like preying deer. If you move too fast, too quickly, too sudden, they ran away. Unless you caught a Slytherin in a really good mood She was determined to have this precious prey be hers.

673 words, wearing her robes, for leroy selwyn

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[LEROY CAIRO SELWYN]

I keep it caged but I can’t control it

Cause if I let him out He’ll tear me up

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] AND BREAK ME DOWN ! An eyebrow raised at the girl’s obvious anger. Had she been a male, or at least a Gryffindor - as he couldn’t bring himself to hex many Hufflepuff girls, probably because of his sister, darn her - he wouldn’t have hesitated to hex her, wand or not. However, seeing as she was from another respectable house, if only somewhat and just for their knowledge, he didn’t. In fact, he just stood by and allowed her to get up on her own. That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? It wasn’t what his mother had taught him to do, but if that was what the lady wanted, then fine by him. Though, the damned fake smile was still in place. Wouldn’t do well glaring at a girl for no reason whatsoever. "I apologize if I had angered you, or caught you at a bad time." he apologized. His pride was of no worry to others; he knew how to act and he’ll be damned if he didn’t act correctly. For a moment, he considered apologizing for any trouble, but that was too much for him. Trouble was what he was looking for at the moment, and he wasn’t going to apologize for it. Besides, he apologized enough to the Ravenclaw. Now, just because Leroy wasn’t a romantic in anyway shape or form - unless it suited him, of course - didn’t mean he was totally oblivious to anything and everything. In fact, he knew when girls were flirting with him. Or when they wanted something more than friendship. He knew it all, he just didn’t do anything about it. Perhaps flirt a little back, or maybe get a girlfriend here or there. That was it. He was a respectable pureblood - just as his damned father always wanted him to be - and he wasn’t one to do one night stands. Though, he blamed that part on his mother, who raised him to respect females and not use them in any way, shape or form. Granted, when it suited him, Leroy would take a girl out once in a blue moon, but other than that he just left them to do whatever. Now, that being said, he knew this Ravenclaw was flirting with him. The tell-tale signs. The biting of the lip, the twirling of her fingers. Really, how anyone missed those signs of flirtation, he didn’t know. Since he was looking for trouble, but ending up running into this girl, he figured it may be ok to flirt a bit. Though, he’d be stringing her along, he didn’t particularly care. Her fault for getting too attached anyway if she was heartbroken or whatever it is girls are. "Well, I must say I take my first apology back. I’m not very sorry for running into a pretty little thing like you." his smile switched for a disarming half-smile, partially showing his white teeth. He made a show of looking her over for a brief moment, before meeting her eyes again. He was somewhat hoping that she’d have a boyfriend that would find them and try to beat him up. Though, it was more than likely that her boyfriend - if she did have one, and why wouldn’t she? - would be the one getting beat up. Then again, just flirting with the pretty Ravenclaw was fine enough as well. "May I have the honor of knowing your name, beautiful?" he asked, smile still in place. He hadn’t bothered telling her his name, after all, he did like causing trouble. Perhaps he’d come up with a riddle or two for the Ravenclaw. Wouldn’t do well to completely tell her his name right away. There was no fun in that anywho. It didn’t matter if he got her name or not, it wasn’t as if it would matter to him later on anyways. But, for the sake of just knowing the pretty Ravenclaw’s name, he may as well have asked. He leaned against the stone wall on their left side, but kept his gaze on the female before him. Pretty, just a bit more than others he’d noticed. He was sure if his dorm mates were around they’d be trying to shag the Ravenclaw right now. Well, at least he wasn’t anything remotely like his roommates. "I believe beautiful suits you, though it does you no justice. Perhaps I’ll call you gorgeous then. How about it?" he spoke a few moments later, after shaking off his train of thought. He knew how to charm girls. And yes, he said girls, seeing as most the girls in the castle that he’d had contact with were giggly, gossipy, and just plain girls. He knew they loved being complimented, but not in such crude ways as others would have done. Well, not most the girls he ever spoken to anyways. Many preferred the simple ‘Prince Charming’ act, which Leroy found positively amusing. As if they had their own fairytale dream and he was there to make their dream come true. He often wondered how daft they were. He was no one’s Prince Charming, that was for sure. Still, seeing as he had nothing better to do, he may as well play along until it got boring. ~869 WORDS , FAUNA , Sorry for the babbling, he's not much of a talker...

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