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Post by avyx on May 17, 2012 5:01:23 GMT
  Regulus was not often victim to dreams, much less nightmares. He'd had them, certainly, and probably plenty more than he could attest to, but they were rare to be vividly captivating in the way that made others remember there's. Not usually one to recall his dreams. Tonight, however, was an ill-favoured exception at best. While his other dorm-mates rested soundly apart from the occasional snore and in-comprehensive under-breath mummers, Regulus lay in his bed, on his back - the curtain drawn to confine him in the singular space, hand stationed over his naked thudding chest. It was the first time in a long time that he had been stirred from his irrational dream-state on account of a nightmare - he so very much wanted to escape, it seemed. He tried to process it, tired eyed, but fully conscious. He remembered fussy visuals of his parents, arguing over something they would never actually argue about, then his brother. Sirius; suffering. He felt sick, a knot in his stomach forming so quickly he was almost inclined to retch over the edge of his bed. No dreams about his sibling were ever pleasant to wake up to - though they were vastly uncommon and frankly, not nearly so gut wrenching. He could handle spiting hatred and abandonment, neglect and betrayal, but seeing his brother crying out... he couldn't allow himself to think about it further.
Pushing himself from his mattress, Regulus sat up warily, prying his hair from his face by raking his hand back through the dark curly strands. He was not quite subjected to the drastic arrays of bedhead that he'd witnessed others to have, thankfully - but it was still rather ruffled and to his dismay just that little bit damp. The temperature in the room wasn't enough to procure it, neither was his own body temperature - not normally. Drawing a long breathy sigh, accompanied by more mumblings elsewhere in the room, the young Black heir withdrew from the blankets tangled in his feet, pulling back the curtain and felt around until he found a shirt to pull over his head - already wearing pajama pants. It took several other awkward blindly led movements around the space he had occupied year after year to find where his slippers had disappeared to, finding them under his bed frame. Slipping into them, his vision clearer and adjusted now, he reached under his pillow for his wand - never the type to venture without before heading off into the long narrow corridor. It was dimly lit by green lamps, casting light onto the stones, but not a soul was about. It was all but quiet, soothingly so. He needed to walk off the fighting feeling laying at the base of his stomach, and he very much preferred to do so without sneaking out of the common room to avoid other late night gallavantee's. Not that he was prone to such actions himself. If he needed it, however, he would.
His footsteps echoed along the corridor as he drew forth towards the door to the common room, following down a small set of short stubby steps to reach it. More green light pouring in as he pushed it open, the common room, thankfully bare of human life. Lyra, and another feline lay curled up on sills of faux windows and a large rat seemed to be chewing an abandoned History of Magic textbook on one of the desks, but for the most part, he was otherwise alone. Hung portraits asleep in their frames or off on nightly ventures. Drawing a breath of quiet relief, the Slytherin boy crossed the room to the fireplace - the only expression of light that wasn't fixed to glow green, but its fiery red. Red. Gryffindor. Sirius. His eyes narrowed harshly, raising the wand still in his dominant hand and casting but a simple spell to temporarily turn the orange tinged flames a florescent green. "Invade my dreams and thoughts all you want, dear brother. I will not forgive you," he murmured so quietly it hardly came out even as a whisper. The sound of the door opening from elsewhere in the room pulled him from his grievings, his wand clenched between his fingers, his head snapping in said direction.
OOC: err. uhh. first post x'D. open to slytherins only obviously. so um, please join :3! regulus might disapprove but i will love you forever <3
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Post by NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK on May 18, 2012 19:58:11 GMT
Walking around the empty corridors would have frightened anyone else. However, Narcissa wasn’t just anyone. She didn’t fear the empty corridors, but rather the fact that she was alone. Her patrol partner had broken his arm while playing Quidditch, so she had to patrol the corridors alone. And now she was lonely. Her shoes echoed in the corridor, and Narcissa thought it was too quiet. She was a social butterfly; being alone was something she didn’t like. It was something she really didn’t like. Her eyes glanced around, looking for someone, anyone to come by. The shadows didn’t bother her one bit, but she rather hoped someone would come from them. Sadly, no one had and she felt herself almost stumble when she walked. The confidence and grace she usually walked with was gone. A slightly afraid, lonely gait took it’s place. Narcissa hated it. The silence coupled with the loneliness she began to feel was just too much, but she had to finish her patrol, otherwise she’d risk a lecture from not only the heads but the professors as well. Slughorn would probably let her off the hook, however, Professor McGonagall would more than likely give her a hard time, and Cissa really didn’t feel like dealing with McGonagall at all.
'At least it’s almost over.' she thought, eager to get to the common room and have people around her. It may not be a problem for most people, patrolling alone, but Narcissa always had a problem with being alone. She would have hurried, but her pride didn’t allow her to. Taking a deep breath, she continued on her patrol. Loneliness began to fill her once again, and Narcissa almost cried out in frustration. Loneliness was not something she dealt well with. Tears pricked her eyes as she glanced around; and had she been anyone else, she would have stomped her foot in frustration. It was mocking her, the silence. 'Not alone. Not alone…not alone…' she shut her eyes, repeating the mantra in her head over and over. She hated it, feeling to unwanted and insecure. It only ever happened when she was alone. With a slight shake of her head, Narcissa pulled those thoughts to the back of her mind. No one ever saw her like this because it always happened when she was alone, and she knew when she was. Her patrol was almost over, and through the darkness of the late night, Narcissa figured someone had to be awake in Slytherin. She hoped.
She really couldn’t stand being alone much longer. Her patrol only took so long because there was no time to assign another partner to her, and so she had to go around the third, second, first floors and the dungeons all alone. And it had been bothering her since dinner had ended. She had done the dungeons last, as it made the most sense. Oddly enough, either she was late or there really was just no one, Narcissa didn’t run into anyone. Well, save for a couple of prefects patrolling around the upper floors. They didn’t count, since she was only with them for no longer than a few minutes. Now, all she had was the echoing of her footsteps and the shadows of the dungeons. The only light was from the tip of her wand. In all honesty, she had spent the better part of the previous hour trying to convince herself she was loved by her family, and that they wouldn’t leave her alone. That was probably the main reason that she was getting in so late. However, since she was the prefect scheduled to patrol the dungeons, Narcissa really couldn’t get caught. Unless Professor Slughorn was around, but she doubted the big oaf would give her trouble. Once he realized she was a Black, he would let her off the hook.
After saying the password, Narcissa entered the common room. She had hoped someone but be in there, but she hadn’t really expected anyone to really be there. The fact that it was Regulus, her cousin, made it better. Though she almost regretted disturbing his silence, Narcissa couldn’t spend anymore time alone. Not when Regulus was right there. With a slight smile Narcissa walked - glided, as she wasn’t alone anymore - towards the couch, taking the seat next to her cousin. "Reg, it’s a little late to be up, don’t you think?" she asked, her eyes turning from the fire to Regulus.
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Post by severus on May 19, 2012 2:19:26 GMT
There he stood, clad ominously in ebony robes, peering through the darkness of the realm before him. The scene before his eyes was a dusty one, riddled with smoke, debris, and the ruined remains of what could have at one point been construed as a small village. His left arm burned with a primitive rage, sending a wave of welcoming lust through his body in response to the almost painful sensation. Masochism seemed to promote his glee, the pleasure he took from the sensation near profane. A longing to kill that the young boy could not help but attempt to fulfill swelled in the pit of his stomach like the inebriating toxins of alcohol, spreading through him and numbing his inhibitions. He moved across the burning landscape, searching for some kind of prey. Indeed, he was the hunter now. His soulless eyes darting about wildly, the images around him clouded in the gray of night and danced with flames from hell itself, the malicious demon of a lad progressed over the ground with ease, his feet hardly touching the ground as he but flew his way towards the center of what must have once been a very prosperous little place. Deep ebony searched the ground, the slaughtered bodies of people decorating the dirt with a sea of crimson bloodshed and mutilated flesh riding beneath and around them.
Screams.
The screams of those who were both dying and longing to be killed filled his ears, their howls of agony elating his spirit. Pure glee consumed him, as the world about him cowered in fear. Suddenly, the red of death all but vanished from his sight, replaced by a hauntingly dark shade of important green. His attention drew heavenward, the skies alive with even more blissful pictures. Skulls enveloped within the coiled bodies of snakes erupted into the sky at once, their presence alone claiming victory over the land. A berserk insanity over-ruled his emotions at that moment of gaze to sky, his entire body trembling with such vengeful passion. He let out a jubilant bellow of laughter, proclaiming incoherent obedience to these emerald blazes of light.
But his joy did not last.
The floor ripped apart from under him abruptly, and in an instant he was devoured by the ground he stood on, crashing to the cold stone floor of reality… Literally.
Severus Snape opened his eyes, pushing himself up from the floor. He looked to his bed, the sheets of which were thrown to the floor on the other side, lying in a heap and looking almost offended to be against the dirty ground. It had all been a dream? The sixth year Slytherin got to his feet reluctantly, dusting off the legs of his pajamas. His body still quaked with the energy of the dream, making it hard to walk in a straight line. Perturbed so thoroughly by what his mind and strewn together in the absence of his reason, the usually apathetic potions prodigy was too out of sorts to even think about a robe or slippers for warmth. ‘What was that?’ He mused to himself as he moved sluggishly away from his bed, the thin blanket of night still holding the castle in its chilly embrace. His hand went to his left arm, compelled by some unseen force to touch the sight where the emblem of his loyalty to the Dark Lord may one day sit hidden under his skin. Had he really lost his mind? Joining the Death Eaters? Was it really the right decision? The other Slytherins made it sound as though it was the best thing in the world, and a part of Severus longed to get away from Hogwarts and join them by the Dark Lord’s side.
But… it wasn’t that simple.
He was not yet out of school, and joining the Death Eaters now would be too much of a risk. Besides, he wasn’t even sure if he really wanted to join them, or if he was just letting his want for revenge against everyone who had ever hurt him cloud his better judgments. It wasn’t like they didn’t deserve it. James and his pals, namely. And his muggle father to boot. That man. It was his fault Severus could no longer find security in his mother’s arms. If he hadn’t been on at her all the time, maybe she wouldn’t have killed herself. The damn muggle had killed her through his deplorable excises as far as Severus was concerned. He would never forgive him. Hell, he would never forgive any of them for the way his life had turned out. They all tormented him without relent. Still, joining an organization bent on changing the world through debatably meaningless bloodshed might be a step too far. Even Severus couldn’t dispute the evils of Voldemort. It was a big decision, and he needed more time before he could settle on anything. One more year at Hogwarts. If he still wanted to join them after this year was up, then he would.
Maybe.
The answers had never been further away, now that the happy dream that should have been a nightmare remained burned into his thoughts.
He ventured the short distance from the dorms to the common room, hoping to find a bit of peace by the dire. If he couldn’t sleep, and he wasn’t that willing to try again anyway, then maybe he could at least catch up on homework or do a bit of reading. No one would get mad at him for being up after hours- no one else was even awake to catch. A thought quickly tossed out the window when he saw not one, but two other Slytherins awake and active in the common. A very tense-looking Regulus, and a calmer, though no less mysteriously awake Narcissa nearby. Family meeting, perhaps?
“I hope I’m not interrupting something,” he remarked absently, his tone holding no such concern in it as he moved further into the room, “I figured it wouldn’t be lively in here at this time of night- suppose I was wrong.”
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Post by lita on May 19, 2012 3:01:27 GMT
one more day down these stairs, his room is cold now and it hurts like hell. he holds tight, he stares. it’s almost over and it’s running through his head. they don’t know me, they don’t know more than i show.
-------------------- Fear. Anguish. Nervousness and of course, anger. Balthazar's holding her personal diary above her head was beginning to tear Lita apart from the inside out. Not only had she gotten herself into trouble - on purpose, no less - just to please the accented man and his little squeeze... but she was putting other people in danger. Lita was getting too deep. Too far into this mess. Was it really worth it? Was what Balthazar Xander said really true? Was she so selfish in keeping her personal secret life, well, secret... that she was willing to put other lives in danger over it? It took a lot of thinking on her part... but, yes. Yes, Annabell Spades would kill others in order to keep her secrets secret.
At least, she was that kind of person.
Now? Well, it wasn't worth it keeping quiet anymore. James Potter broke her... Severus Snape? Well, he definitely broke her from her shell. So then, what was the point in keeping herself hidden anymore? This was it. The final straw. Next time she saw Balthazar, he was in for it, lemme tell ya! He was in for it, and she was no longer going to be his little servant! having been laying awake all night, blue eyes wide and staring at the dark ceiling, Lita Spades threw her blankets off. Finally, she had had enough of just laying there stupidly and mulling things over... not to mention the overwhelming urge to pee. In a groggy stumble, the girl swung her legs off the side of the bed, a hand running through her wild, wavey, blonde locks - pale legs bare due to the only pair of pajama shorts she owned, and the silvery green tank top that clung to her body attractively smoothed down by her frail hands soon after.
A little wiggle of her hips in discomfort, and Lita finally made her way through the short distance to the common room, and rushed right through. It was empty when she left... however, on her way back, she heard voices. Oh, damn. Sky blue's immediately cast to the floor in natural submission, shoulders slouching ever so slightly and feet slowing their pace... until she heard the deep and melodic growl of Severus' voice. Pausing outside the common room, Lita took a deep breath, flicking the hair over her shoulder and then furrowing her brows. No, no. She would not look like the Slytherin pet that everyone so made her out to be. She would not be Omega! Or... at least, she wouldn't act as such in front of Snape.
She had to prove him wrong. And if that meant talking... well....
Straightening her posture, chin held high, Lita entered the room in an even pace - slender legs carrying her further into the common room and a small, tight smile apparent on her features. "Sorry." she mumbled quietly, hands moving to smooth her shorts once more - this time, nerves took over, and goose bumps covered her quickly. Sky blue's turned to each in the room, however they lingered on Severus longest, an almost warmer smile tugging at her lips. "I was just passing through." However... even as she said such words, she couldn't will herself to move forward.
Damn.
-------------------- she’s walking up to him so slowly. it’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait; this one is different cause she’s lonely. fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day.
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Post by avyx on May 19, 2012 6:53:28 GMT
The grip on his wand loosened ever so slightly as it became apparent that it was in fact his cousin who had stepped through the common room entrance, likely returning from her Prefect duties. "Cousin." He said, quick to acknowledge her despite himself, eyes venturing back to the fire as she proceeded to join him - taking a seat on the couch closest to where he stood. Her question was responded with a glance initially, prompting him to cross his arms over his chest, wand still wegded in his hand for lack of pockets and self-assurance. He trusted his cousin enough, surely - but the same couldn't be said for anyone else who may have ventured in. He'd played victim far too often to Potter and his sort to trust his personal safety without something to defend himself. "The fire needed a colour adjustment," He spoke plainly, not wanting to talk about his real reasons despite the fact that his response made it all the more obvious that he was in one of those moods. And while he was thankful for the fact that Narcissa had been the one to walk in on him, the personal inclination to be alone lingered. He would not usher her off however, obligated to treat her with what might possibly be what only he could consider kindness.
Feeling obliged to initiate in conversation before she could question him accordingly - though his eyes remained on the dance of green flames before him, he sought for regulatory small talk, "How was patrol? I expect it went over smoothly?" A tinge of concern weighing in his voice. He had never approved of the fact that his cousin was to wonder the school so late at night - in accordance to the expectations of a Prefect. As much as he was certain she deserved the title, for a Black, such things were unnecessary. It was an argument, however - that he had detained himself from expressing. If she so favoured the role, he could not force her from it. All he could do was accept it and hope her midnight patrols were worriless ones. No doubt, he believed that Narcissa could handle herself if trouble ever reared its foul ugly head (she was a Black after all), but to be faced with it whilst doing something she could be entirely without, would have never sat well with him. It helped little that his inbred protective instinct over a blood relative - and Narcissa at that, had him anticipating her safety no matter what she was doing. Her sisters had concerned him less in that regards, Bellatrix being, well Bellatrix - and Andromeda being much more level-headed (and unreadable at that) for him to express concern over.
As for his brother... that was another matter entirely.
To some degree he was almost thankful for the interruption of his thoughts, eyes swinging from the fireplace to land on a sixth year Slytherin; most commonly known to be Potter's favourite victim. Severus Snape. Regulus wasn't aware of his bloodline, but it hardly made a difference - his instinctual expression of immediate disdain for a lesser individual taking face in the case of anyone who wasn't aligned with the elitist group. His stance grew stiffer, nobler and conceited - or at the very least more so than usual. "Suppose you were." Voice dry, but relatively smug, making no effort to further acknowledge the older male, opting to meet eyes with Narcissa briefly in unspoken discontent towards their intruder. It was a common look among the elitist group, one he was certain they had all given and received at one point or another. To some extent it was also perceived as a warning to not regard the lesser sort as anything more than that, to others it was a dare; one few fought to acheive - at least, not in light of other pureblood supremists. Few were inclined to step up and willingly be claimed blood traitor over such a petty thing.
It was only shortly after that yet another sleepless Slytherin had trespassed into what Regulus would have preferred to be a room deligated to strictly elitist, or better yet strictly himself. This one, the girl, he had once heard her referred to as the mute of Slytherin, but that was clearly quite wrong as far as he was concerned. Finding his mood darkening much more quickly now that he was definitely not alone, he unfolded his arms, wand-clenched hand finding the arm of the sofa his cousin was sitting on and moving to join her - not inclined to leave her alone with the supposed mute and Potter victim. "The air just got doubley putrid," Regulus drawled sharply. Black pride swinging into full-throttle on account of his sour mood and his flickering patience. He had very much hoped that the two very unwelcomed parties would take that as a hint to leave the two Noble Black's to themselves.
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Post by NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK on May 19, 2012 23:48:37 GMT
Blue eyes took in the brooding Black with slight concern, though she knew that it wasn’t something she should be concerned about. After all, Regulus was a big boy and Narcissa knew he dealt with things in his own way. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what kept her cousin up so late at night. She also couldn’t understand why he wanted to stand alone in the common room, with only the - now - green fire as company. Sure, Cissa had her own times where she wanted to be alone and just think - though it was once in a blue moon that she willingly wanted to be alone - but at night? Something must be on his mind, surely. However, once he mentioned changing the color of the fire - out loud - Narcissa decided she’d leave it alone. It was a bit obvious that Regulus wanted to be alone, but Narcissa really didn’t want to be alone - or in silence, as her dormmates were probably sleeping right now - so soon after she spent the better part of the night alone. "I must say, it’s a nice change." she smiled lightly, bright blue burning into the green flames.
Her expression remained neutral and - if anything - cold, just as she usually did, when Regulus questioned about her patrol. When all she really wanted to do was just cry out and throw something. She really hated this patrol. "It took longer than usual, obviously." she mentioned, motioning towards darkness outside. She would have already been in the common room if her patrol partner weren’t so idiotic. "Turns out my partner had broken his arm earlier today due to a Quidditch accident, so I had to do my rounds alone." she almost pouted. Had it not been for the fact that she was now around Regulus, who was a repectable purelood along with being her cousin, Cissa would have. She knew how to act around certain types of people, and she had to maintain the cold, neutral mask of the Black women. She glanced at him and gave a slight smile, at least it was over. Hopefully it wouldn’t happen again.
She was still a bit shaken up from being alone for too long, but it wasn’t that obvious. Her insecurities seemed to float in her head, but she quickly shoved them to the back of her mind. "Other than that, though, it went smoothly." she added, if anything just to let Reg know that she didn’t have any trouble. Just sitting around the common room fire with Regulus helped her a lot. Really, it did. Most people would find her to be irrational about her loneliness, but really, she wasn’t. Being alone was like another person’s fear for getting cursed, she supposed. Either way, it wasn’t good for her at all. Not even when she wanted to be alone. She was about to ask Regulus about how he was doing, when they were interrupted. She turned her head towards the dormitories, where Severus Snape stepped out of the boy’s side, obviously. She didn’t talk with him, so she couldn’t say whether or not she disliked him just yet. However, she met Regulus’ disgusted gaze with a slightly impassive one. It did seem as if more people were awake than she originally thought. Sure, she was alone, but she didn’t want to spend her time with someone she didn’t even talk to.
In all honestly, just talking and being around her cousin was enough. Adding in a basically total stranger was just awkward. "Indeed. It seems as if more students are coming to the common room late at night." her tone wasn’t as sarcastic as Regulus’ was. Still, she rather preferred when it was just her and her cousin. At least it wasn’t awkward then. Things got even more interesting when the mute entered. Narcissa didn’t talk to her either, primarily because the girl barely even talked. When she opened up her mouth, Narcissa really was surprised. Still, she didn’t particularly like the girl. When compared to her sisters, the mute was a pathetic little weakling. And Narcissa refused to have anything to do with people like her. "Hm, and passing by where? Students are not allowed out of the common room after curfew." she didn’t get up, but it was obvious by her robes that she wasn’t even in her pajamas yet. As if they could say anything against her though; she was a prefect. When she saw Regulus move, Narcissa was afraid that he would leave her.
However, when he sat by her instead, Narcissa relaxed. The only visible sign was the fact that her shoulders weren’t as tense. She shared a glance with Regulus, a light smile in amusement at his declaration. He didn’t want the two ‘intruders’ there as much as she didn’t. "Reg, be a bit more sensitive will you. You may hurt their feelings." she drawled, a light smirk on her face. Her tone was slightly sarcastic, but it wasn’t because she had anything against the two, but she just rather preferred the company of her cousin over the two people she never even spoke to before. It seemed as if they only spoke to each other…and muggleborns like Lily Evans. Really, not entirely worth her time.
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Post by severus on May 20, 2012 17:12:43 GMT
Severus shrugged off the cold attitude of Regulus, moving further into the common room. If he ran away every time someone was rude to him, he would just spend all his time in his room, hiding under his blanket. It didn’t matter to him if Regulus had some kind of a problem with him. Honestly, he wasn’t the biggest fan of Black males anyway. There was no doubt in his mind that this kid was probably more like Sirius than he would be willing to admit, and that alone was enough to make him uneasy. Blacks were generally people he didn’t really get along with, with the exception of Bellatrix, whom he considered quite a good friend. The rest didn’t seem to be as… acceptable.
Of course, given their status, he couldn’t let them know he felt like that. The last thing he wanted to do was burn bridges before he even made them. So he offered Regulus a shrug of his shoulders, turning his attention to Narcissa instead. Offering her a polite nod of his head, he smiled faintly. “Guess we know how to party.” He looked when they were joined by yet another, happy to see it was Lita, of all people.
At least he wasn’t the odd man out anymore- he didn’t have to be completely hated. Only mostly. Letting Narcissa call Lita out on her poor choice of words, while not commenting on the obvious fact that Narcissa had been breaking the very rule she was now bringing up, Severus moved to find a comfortable seat of his own, not wanting to get too close to the little Black family reunion. Regulus harped again, and Severus offered a bit of a grunt.
“Yes, please don’t hurt our frail little feelings,” he remarked dryly, “Merlin forbid you make us cry. Of course, you could always go back to bed if you’re that disgusted by the change of the air in here. We’d understand.” He had no intention of leaving just because two Blacks didn’t seem very pleased with him being there. If he had a dollar for every member of that family that didn’t like him….
Looking at Lita a moment, he motioned for her to come closer. “Come on, don’t be afraid. Tell me why you’re up so late, if nothing else. We’ll have a little Slytherin pow-wow that no one really wants to be a part of.” He chuckled to himself, looking again at Narcissa. She, at least, seemed more impassive than anything else. At least she was being a bit better than the rest of them. More mature, perhaps.
“How is your sister?” The boy asked casually enough, “Bellatrix, I mean. I haven’t seen her in a little while.”
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Post by lita on May 22, 2012 4:12:43 GMT
one more day down these stairs, his room is cold now and it hurts like hell. he holds tight, he stares. it’s almost over and it’s running through his head. they don’t know me, they don’t know more than i show.
-------------------- The sneer Lita through Regulus' way was nothing short of venomous. His words stung her more than she would ever let on, obviously - as everyone assumed she was a Pureblood (why should they assume otherwise?) - and she simply straightened her back more; hands flitted from her chest to the hem of her shirt, tugging at playing with the fabric awkwardly until she offered a sweet smile to Severus. Well, at least someone she liked was here. Running a hand through her blonde locks as she shifted on her feet, Lita tilted her head gently towards Narcissa as she spoke, a small smirk tugging at the youth's lips.
"I happen to have a specific stall I like pissing in." she announced bluntly, only turning her head slightly to snap a wink at Severus - sure, Lita had gone to the washroom, in the stall that she was slightly obsessive compulsive about... but if she could twist her truth into a sarcastic tittle, then why not for everyone's irritance and amusement (in Snape's case). Watching Severus move to take a seat, the girl rolled her shoulders in an annoyed shrug, again playing with the bits of string on her sleep shirt.
The sarcasm flitting from Narcissa could have made Lita growl - though her tone was slightly less bitchy than her cousin's... so whatever. However... before Lita could make any brash and poisoned actions, Severus spoke up behind her, and the blonde just smiled to herself lightly. Yes, of course. He always had something snarky to say in these sorts of situations. Part of the reason she had fallen for him so. "Mmn, I don't intend to be going to bed any time soon, myself." she cooed, kicking at the carpet a moment before turning at the dark prince's motions.
Inwardly dancing with glee, Lita bounced over to seat herself next to Severus, tucking herself in nice and tight against him and even so boldly lounging back and swinging her legs over to rest on his knees. It wasn't... flirty per say, more of a "I'm comfortable, so I'm not moving now" kind of silent statement to the Blacks sitting across from them. Playing with her bangs a moment, she smiled sweetly at Severus, tilting her chin ever so slightly in thought before pressing back against the cushions comfortably. "Seems I have a bit of insomnia happening. Not been tired much at all, all night." Lies. All lies. But it was a good one. A small giggle escaped at his own chuckle, and the girl glanced at the others as Severus addressed Narcissa. They both seemed rather... bored. Irritated. Wait, Bellatrix? What did he care about that chick anyway?
-------------------- she’s walking up to him so slowly. it’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait; this one is different cause she’s lonely. fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day.
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Post by avyx on May 24, 2012 3:18:51 GMT
Regulus most certainly agreed with Narcissa. The new colour of the fire was indeed preferable, and far more fitting of the Slytherin common room than the beaming orange hues it usually let off against the tenebrous greens. However, he opted out on agreeing vocally, caught in transgressing towards a viable state of annoyance at the fact that his cousin had been without patrol partner. He was most certainly not pleased at all by that fact, eyes narrowed but remained on the flames as he fought off the desire to inflict some major verbal abuse on said patrol partner for being so reckless. It helped little that his mood was much more sour and sleep-depraved than usual. So instead, he parted his lips for a moment and spoke, "If that happens again, I'm going with you." The statement came out more as a fact than a question and he didn't particularly care if that was allowed or not but the idea of Narcissa wandering the corridors alone at night did not sit well with him. Not at all. And he felt most inclined to prevent that - whether she agreed to it or disagreed.
Why so many people seemed to be up and about so late into the evening was beyond him and he was without the mind to consider why - particularly then. Not that he cared. He would have just preferred for them to begone - the faux mute and the half-blood at the very least. Both of which had made no indication of leaving. At the mutes rather inappropriate comment, Regulus found himself looking at her in disgust, "How utterly distasteful and uncouth of you to so blatantly announce." He fought a sneer, finding his eyes stationed back on the flames, neither acknowledging nor responding to either sentiment in regards to whether he had offended the non Black's in the room. It would have just been an effort wasted at this point. They had no intention to leave - and so long as Narcissa was up, he was not going to venture off on her to be left with the other two. That and with the addition of typical Black pride he wasn't about to belittle it. No, he would have to stick it out until he felt his pride was no longer something of risk.
Following Snape's comment, Regulus failed to catch the scoff falling from his lips, crossing his arms over his chest though his eyes had yet to leave the dancing source of heat. He wasn't sure what exactly a 'pow-wow' was, but he could but two and two together to get what was implied by the statement. And he most certainly did not want to part of it. That was a well known fact going by his initial stance. For it, he made zero effort to respond; eyes narrowing as the flames new colouring began to wear off much too quickly for his liking. The moment the reddish hues fought to burn again his stomach clenched almost causing him to flinch as the lingering taste of his nightmarish dreams threatened to surface again. Unlocking his arms briefly he eyed up the fire and cast the spell again - with further hopes that it would last longer than a few minutes this time around. It was hard to say how long it would last; the fires already enchanted to not go out and the confliction of spells always a weighty factor, but until he went to bed, he was intent on keeping that fire a blaze of green and not the sickening reds his brothers house sported.
The mention of Narcissa's sister had him snapping to attention, the voice of the other male in the vicinity being the one to bring her up. Expression guarded but sharp he responded sternly, "What reason would Bellatrix have to associate herself with a someone like you?" What, indeed. Though to be fair, it didn't surprise him nearly as much as it should have. Bellatrix's loyalties had always been deemed a threat to her birth name in his eyes. She was always finding ways to degrade the name. Soon enough she would be married off, but Rodolphus was hardly respectable himself in that regard either. Obsessed with needless torture and improper conduct that one with a Black name should not be wielding without justifiable reason. It was people like Bellatrix that stained the very name and dubbed them to be something they were most certainly not at the core of it all but he refrained from voicing such an opinion. His disapproval's of her were not for non-Black ears. Particular one who seemed to think he was in relation to her. As disturbing as that was.
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Post by NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK on May 25, 2012 20:25:41 GMT
Narcissa couldn’t help but smile at her cousin’s words. If she hadn’t known any better, she would have sworn it was protectiveness in his voice that she had heard. However, this was Regulus Black she was talking to. Sometimes it seemed to her that her cousin was not inclined to show his more…sentimental - for the lack of a better word - emotions. Though, in all honesty, she wouldn’t mind it. Patrolling alone was one of the worst experiences of her life, and being a Black, she’d had some pretty had ones, though it never showed. "Of course Reg. Just don’t make me take off points from Slytherin." she smirked a bit at her cousin. She preferred patrolling with someone like Reg than her patrol partner. Regulus had a much more tolerable personality. Sometimes, all Cissa wanted to do was hex her patrol partner and leave them in the middle of whatever corridor they were on. But, unless she wanted trouble and her prefect status taken away, she couldn’t do anything. And if Cissa was positive about one thing, it was not letting her family down or ruining the family name.
Narcissa crinkled her nose at the mute’s words. So, she wasn’t really a mute, but she may as well have been. "How very…crude of you." she eyed the mute for a moment, taking in her total relaxed state near Snape. How very…interesting; she didn’t talk with Snape, but she never guessed he was one to dally with girls. From what she observed anyways, but she couldn’t say anything because in all honesty, she never really paid attention to the sulky Slytherin. But she could also work from what she’s heard about him. Either way, she would have not expected Snape to have such an…intimate relationship with someone. Most especially someone like the mute Slytherin. However, she didn’t really care about it, though she suspected Snape either didn’t know of the mute’s obvious affections or he decided to just ignore it, because surely he wouldn’t be over that muggleborn Lily Evans yet, could he? Narcissa didn’t think he would be.
Her gaze turned towards the fire, which flickered the bright red of the muggleborn’s own house. She glanced at Regulus, whose posture seemed to tense at the sight of the fiery color. Had Narcissa not known him for basically her whole life, she wouldn’t have noticed. But it seemed as if the red of the fire seemed the bother her cousin. She watched as he changed the color of the fire once more; the narrowing of his eyes; the sudden tenseness. Due to the fact that they weren’t alone, however, Narcissa couldn’t say anything to him. Instead, she just placed a hand on his arm, giving him a slight squeeze. It was to show that she knew something was going wrong, but she wouldn’t question him. She knew Regulus probably wouldn’t answer it anyways, instead changing the subject to something else. However, instead of looking at her cousin, Narcissa just kept her gaze on the now green fire. As soon as she heard Bella’s name, Narcissa turned her attention to the sixth year.
"Bellatrix is doing fine. She’s a bit…preoccupied with something these days though." Of course, Narcissa knew exactly what was preoccupying Bellatrix’s mind, but none of the others, probably not Regulus either, as they weren’t exactly the best of cousins. It also helped that she was somewhat involved in this preoccupation of Bella’s. "I believe they are something of friends, Reg." she knew it was directed at Snape, but in all honesty, Narcissa didn’t really trust what he would say. Well, she didn’t know what he would say about his relationship with Bella. Regulus and Bella already had a somewhat rocky relationship, and Cissa didn’t want anything Snape may say to make him dislike his eldest cousin even more. Though she kind of doubted Snape would say anything to do that. Better safe than sorry.
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Post by severus on May 27, 2012 23:50:49 GMT
Oh great, there he was trying to look cool and confident in front of some pretty important Slytherins and suddenly he had all kinds of girl in his lap. Very awkward, and straightening rigidly, he looked at Lita, a little surprised by the way she was acting. Did she think they needed to take sides? Was she on team Severus, instead of team Black? That was great –he liked that someone was willing to side with him- but he didn’t want people to have to pick sides. Even if Regulus was being a little prick, it seemed silly for people in Slytherin to stand against one another, especially when there were Gryffindors about. Plenty of mudblood-loving demons to hate, as those in his house would say. While it wasn’t true for him, to such an extent, he still wanted to be on their side and agree with them. So why should they all sit there, in the middle of the night, with tensions high? This wasn’t a western- there didn’t need to be a showdown at high noon.
Or high midnight, he supposed.
Both Blacks seemed less than thrilled by his mention of Bellatrix, which was not what he had intended. So much for finding a bit of common ground. He looked first at Regulus, then Narcissa, nodding to what the blonde had to say. “That’s right,” he commented, “we’re friends, of sorts. I don’t think she would take a wand attack for me, but we’re not exactly leaping to back-stab one another, either. I was honestly just wondering how she was, that’s all.” He shrugged his shoulders. Since it seemed like something of a tense topic, he wouldn’t have to pursue it further. Maybe he would find her himself, and see how things were going personally. The other Blacks might not have been that keen on him, but there was something unique about Bellatrix. He liked that she wasn’t quite like the others. Still, there was something very dangerous about her. While he enjoyed being her friend, he knew he would have to be somewhat careful.
He sighed softly, trying to hold some composure with Lita still sitting so close to him. He hadn’t exactly moved her, but it was completely obvious that this was not a situation he was used to. She may well have been prodding him with a red-hot poker going from how uncomfortable he seemed to be.
But he told himself to ignore it. If it made her comfortable with the company they were keeping, then he could endure it. For her.
Because he was such a good guy and all.
“I suppose you’re all too proper to enjoy a midnight snack,” He said casually, a covered plate floating into the room from his dorm, “but I did, uh, get some cookies earlier. They’re quite nice, if you would like some.” He imagined saying that he had made them, and that he liked things like muggle baking, would not fly with the pureblood crowd, so it was better to not bring up the exact creation of the chocolate chip cookies. A spell kept them warm, making them as fresh as though they had just come out of the oven. The best of both worlds, really. The plate floated in front of Lita first, compelled only by Severus’ will and keen sense of wandless magic. “Would anyone like one? Lita?” He looked at her, since she was, quite clearly, the closest one to him right at that moment.
Conversation wasn’t a good way to ease the tension, so maybe food would do it. How strange that he was the one looking to play peace-keeper. Severus Snape.
What was the world coming to?
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