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Post by Seth Lestrange on Dec 27, 2005 22:22:27 GMT -5
It was an outrageous hour in the middle of the night, and one thing had occured to Seth, he needed to find something to occupy his mind for a while. He had always wondered what lay beyond the door behind the staff table, but he had never once had the time to venture beyond it. Tonight was different, he found himself laying wide awake in the Slytherin dormitories wondering what was beyond that handsome dark oak stained door. It was an odd thing to wonder about at 1 am in the morning, but he was doing to keep his mind off other issues. Issues that would only hurt him further if he cared enough to dwell in them at every waking moment. He found himself getting out of bed and getting dressed, messily and quickly as he usually did in the middle of the night. He found himself walking down the corridor of the dungeon and than up the steps into the entrance way and than into the Great Hall. He soon found himself standing right in front of the mysterious door at exactly 1:30 am. It was an odd occurance, he had been driven merely by whim and a burning curiousity which was enough to put out the fire of his fears and torments for one night. He hadn't been high all day, and had done close to nothing else of the sort so he thought he deserved a break. He needed a distraction for a while. This door proved to be a good one.
His hand went immediately to his pocket searching for the wand that was his lifeline. It was his weapon of choice for fighting, and was a constant companion which he always had to have by his side. It was a necessity in that he had trouble protecting himself without it. Being very thin... near emancipation... and lanky, but still somehow just of average height maybe even below it had never given him a great advantage in physical fights. The smooth wood of his wand felt foreign yet familiar beneath his long pale fingers as he touched it to the knob to figure out what this lock was all about. He knew that the Head of Hogwarts wasn't stupied enough to make it an easy to open type thing. He could likely be there all night. Muttering a few wild incantations that he had found a while ago in a book, he heard the lock click and the door open. Seth blinked a moment not believing it before stepping into the dark room.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Dec 28, 2005 11:47:41 GMT -5
(( How the hell do you manage to make so many topics? I can't even make one relatively good one CD ))
Yehva clapped both hands over her ears and shook her head quickly, mumbling quietly. Yehva was extremely prone to headaches, and not because she was out partying every other night, or because she had been skipping meals lately. She had had a bad headache problem since she was young girl, they had become so unbearable that she couldn't see straight, it felt like someone was continuously smashing her head against concrete or shouting in her ear at the top of their lungs.
She had left her dormitory, to hopefully manage to sneak out onto the grounds where she could go up to the far side of the lake and sit on that large, smooth cliff she had found in her 2nd year. The cool air up there always seemed to ease her headaches. She stopped suddenly and ran her fingers through her long, light blonde hair, pulling it back out of her face. She glanced up wards, and squinted, making sure no Professors were around. Something else caught her eye instead, the door to the chambers was open. A small, sly smile appeared on her doll-like face. She had never been in the Chambers before, but she had always wondered what was in there. Checking her back, she walked quickly over to the door, and peered inside, gasping softly when she saw the outline of someone else.
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Dec 28, 2005 12:18:04 GMT -5
Seth heard someone behind him, or rather heard someone gasp behind him. His ears were very acute to any small sound for reasons unknown to him, so the slightest sound always started him when he was sneaking around at night and on his guard. Seth stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the soft noise behind him, he didn't turn around just yet or yell out in terror, first he had to see if his mind was playing tricks on him. Had he really just heard what he had heard or was he just imagining it all. He hadn't slept much lately, so he knew that his mind could very well be playing tricks on him. He stopped his breathing slowly, holding his breath and waiitng to hear the sound of another, footstep, breathing, anything. He knew he should just turn around and look but something prevented him from turning around. His will to venture deeper into the room full of books and assorted objects was stronger than his curiousity. He passed the small sound off as nothing. He was clearly going insane tonight, letting his imagination run away with him like that. His dark brown eyes searched the room, looking around and examining every corner and nook that presented itself visually.
The main attraction of the room was a large fireplace that always seemed to be lite, but tonight the flames were burning so low that it left a very dim gleam in the room compared to blazing flame that it should have been. Seth searched the room for any prior dismemberment or company when he realized the fire. Didn't magic keep everything burning around the clock? He could be wrong. With a shrug he walked past the fire and towards a large leather armchair, which tempted him to take a seat. He ran a pale hand along the arm rest of the chair, it's smooth surface felt greasy beneath his fingers as he walked past it towards a large book case.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Dec 28, 2005 12:41:43 GMT -5
Yehva curled her long fingers around the edge of the door, slowly moving closer inside, close enough to see that the figure was not of a Professor, but of a student. She relaxed her shoulders and lent off the wall, taking another step into the room, her black flats only managing to make a small clicking sound, too soft to be heard clearly. She scanned him up and down quickly. Though she herself was very tall, standing at 5'9" and nearing 5'10", he looked taller then her, and since most guys in her year still hadn't shot up to her height yet, she assumed he was older then herself. What could be possibly be doing here, at this time of night? She couldn't tell from the back of his head weather she knew him, his messy black hair could be of those annoying little Potter brats, but she wasn't sure. Meeting one of the Potters while her headache could be mistaken for being drunk or high, which was likely, considering her record., was not something she wished to happen.
She decided to speak up instead of approach him, just to find out who she was before. "Excuse me? Who are you?" She said, unable to widen her eyes back to normal, the light from the fireplace was making her dizzy.
(( Eck, I like writing, I just can't make topics for some reason, not now at least. I'm haven't gotten much sleep either lately, I've been living off coffee xP ))
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Dec 28, 2005 19:25:55 GMT -5
Seth had nearly reached the book case when a voice rang through the room, it was a female one, clear and concise. It had scared him though, a considerable amount seeing that he had already convinced himself of being alone completely and utterly in the near dark room. And that his mind had in fact been playing tricks on him all night. He raised a brow at the form of a girl, slightly shorter than him, blonde haired and possibly blue eyed, but by the light he couldn't tell. He could see enough of her face to tell that she was still young and very attractive. Her question played over in his mind again and he thought a moment, hesitating wondering if he should tell her the truth or not. The darkness of the room was doing a good job at concealing his identity. Her polite twist to her questions seemed to usher him in the opposite direction towards the truth than a simple white lie. His brown eyes met hers, although he didn't quite make contact with them. He was now fully turned around his back towards the book case, his mind swimming. She obviously wasn't a Professor or apart of Hogwarts staff so he was in the clear, but for some reason his heart was still racing. He attributed it to the fact that she had caught him by such surprise that he had nearly fallen over. But it could have been something else as well too.
"I could ask you the same question." Came his reply, his accent was only slightly there, which was because he had been sober for some hours today. It usually got heavily and slurred his words when he was on something. "Who are you?" He countered, letting his first comment get the best of him. It was a polite countering, soft and not with a hint of severity, it was mostly filled with curiousity. He wasn't sure if he had seen this girl around before. Hogwarts was a big school so it was easy to get lost, and not know everyone. So it made sense if he didn't.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Dec 29, 2005 13:44:21 GMT -5
(( XD I'm off work until January 9th, thankfully. I have to travel quite a bit for it, wake up early, stay up late. I think its just the stress, from school and work thats not helping me sleep. ))
Yevha's mouth opened slightly, but she closed it as almost as soon as it opened. Taller then herself, lean, pale and dark-haired, from what the darkness would let her see. Perfect. A small smile creased her lips, that she fought to hide. She was sure she hadn't seen him around before, she was always doing something or another. She didn't have time, apart from at the dead of night, to wander around the castle, and she usually stuck in her tight group of best friends, Noelle, Acca and herself.
"I could ask you the same question. Who are you?"
Yevha hesitated and stared straight back at him, frown lines developing on her forehead. She didn't like it when people chose not to answer her questions, or avoid them. She asked them for a reason, and expected an answer. Erasing the annoyed expression, she hung on his words for a moment. She wasn't going to play whose who forever.
"Yehva, Yehva Moretti. Slytherin. And you are?" She replied, taking a few steps backwards to lean on a bookcase. She rubbed her right eye shortly after replying, digging the sleep out of the corners of her eyes. Her eye lids where starting to feel heavy, and she felt drowsy, sick, almost.
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Dec 29, 2005 15:01:35 GMT -5
[You're luck....I'm working the late shift tonight, and the very early shift tomorrow.... I had to take my friend's shift tonight because he got sick and they won't let him call in anymore... but I did get over the required amount of sleep last night.. XD]
Yehva, He had never heard the name before but he already knew that he liked it. It had sort of a foreign sound to it. A Slytherin too, Seth felt dizzy with the information almost right away. He had half expecting it to be some snotty Gryffindor wandering the halls at night looking for someone to tattle on just to gain a couple points. "Seth Lestrange, Slytherin." Seth replied without another second thought on the subject. He had only wanted to find out who he was dealing with before he announced his name and house. His brown eyes met hers, and something about them caught his attention immediately. They put him into a sort of sleepy trance. He was already a bit drozy from not sleeping now, despite the fact that when he had broken into the room he had felt wide awake. "Tired?" Seth asked to shake off the usual awkward pause between introductions. He now advanced a few paces to see if he could get a better look at her, because the dim light wouldn't stretch far towards the bookcased-wall that he had been backing up against. Her eyes seemed to flash in the dim light, like a kind of blue beacon lost out at sea. It kind of gave him a warm feeling, which was strange because he was used to feeling so numb all the time. Usually he thought that the drugs were to blame, but even when he was off of them he felt numb. Comfortably so. As if he would never feel another true emotion again.
In a few minutes time Seth found himself leaning against the railing that bordered the walkway around the bookcases, the two steps that led down into the little sitting area in front of the fire seemed to cast strange looking shadows on the floor below. The wooden railing felt wet beneath his palms, he couldn't believe that he was actually sweating in the middle of a frozen winter night encased by stone walls that acted like a freezer case concealing the cold into any one room.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Jan 3, 2006 0:10:14 GMT -5
"Seth Lestrange, Slytherin."
Yehva looked back up at him as he replied, automatically repeating his name over in her head. She was tempted to say it out loud, to hiss it in his ear. She felt her tongue relishing his name and bit down hard on it to stop, frowning unpleasantly as she tasted blood. She managed a smile and nodded slowly as to assure him that she wasn't pulling a face because of his reply.
"Tired?"
She nodded again, simply nodded. Cat got your tongue? She slide down the bookcase slowly, holding onto the edge of each shelf so she didn't hit the ground too hard. She stretched her long legs out in front of her and looked back at him, her vision was clearer by now.
"Yeah, bad headache. I was heading outside, but I saw the door was open. I've never been in here before, shame, it doesn't seem as fascinating as I expected" She said, running a long fingered hand through her hair, pulling it back out of her face. She rested her hand underneath her chin and looked back up at Seth, wondering what his reason for being here was.
(( Heh, so did I. A good night of drinking and I'm out like a light xD ))
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Jan 3, 2006 1:42:44 GMT -5
[It's something that always works for me too XD]
Seth buried his head into the bend of his elbow for a moment, seemingly rubbing his eyes and trying to get a grip on himself. He raised his head again and blinked several times, this can't be happening to me, he thought to himself. When he took another good look around again he realized that it was. There was something about this girl that he couldn't quite place. It was addicting somehow too, even though he wasn't sure if it was a good feeling. Despite the fact that he didn't know anything about her, he felt as if he already knew her and loved everything about her. Running a hand through his hair to prevent himself from knocking his forehead against the rail Seth thought to himself, I either have to lay back on drugs. He would have followed this thought by laughing outloud, but it seemed like his voice had entirely left his throat for a full minute, which was probably for the best because it would have made him look crazy.
"I wanted to see what was in here." Seth explained when he finally found the words and the voice that he thought he had lost several moments before. The room was nothing special, it was like every other room at Hogwarts, centered around a main purpose. It was actually kind of plain to, baring the cluttered walls with books of various sizes, colors, and volumes. Seth didn't really notice any of it anymore though, all his attention was focused on Yehva and the way she looked sitting as she was. Somehow the distraction that she was causing became addictive for Seth, as the room around him seemed to blur out into oblivion.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Jan 3, 2006 21:08:32 GMT -5
Yehva drew a long, silent breath in and looked at the ground in front of her, flicking her eyes to the right as Seth replied, and nodding faintly. Her heart seemed to beat faster and faster everytime he spoke, and for one horrifying moment, she felt her cheeks grow warm. Since when did she blush, since when did she ever feel this way around a boy? She had never cared, hell, no one lived forever, why waste it on one guy, when you could have more. But now all she wanted was Seth, and as awkward as she felt, she didn't want to leave. The feeling was so strange, she didn't know how to describe it, it was something utterly new to her. Almost like opening the biggest present at Christmas.
"I wonder what they use this place for, exactly, I, uh, haven't seen anyone else in it before" She mumbled, tracing her name in the dust on the floor slowly. Judging from the state of this room, she doubt it had been used recently. The books looked old, and tattered, and some of the bindings had broken off from the spine of the book, and were hanging off.
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Jan 3, 2006 21:37:23 GMT -5
Seth watched Yehva closely for a few minutes and than blinked realizing that what he was doing could be classified as staring. He wasn't trying to do that. He averted his eyes, letting them sweep more to the right towards the fireplace. His palms felt sweaty against the wooden railing, and he felt restless as if he would never sit in one place for to long ever again. Seth moved slowly away from the railing and towards the bookcases, walking past it slowly following it around but halting abruptly after taking barely five steps. He seemed to distract himself a moment with reading the titles off the dusty bindings that stuck out in uneven rows from the confines of the bookcase. He couldn't look away for long because he soon found his stare back on Yehva. He felt this time if he turned his back that she would walk awya and he would never see her again. It was a weird feeling, almost as if something was crawling around inside of him and poisoning him. He ran a hand through his hair at her question and felt a certain redness rising in his face for a split second. Seth barely had time to blink before it left him. "It looks like a library or something." Seth replied, he ahd no idea what it was so he said soemthing off the top of his head. He felt like he had to answer her question even though he didn;t know the answer. He watched her draw her name in dust on the floor, and nearly felt sick as he did. It was a good kind of sick feeling, like after taking a drug. There was something about her.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Jan 3, 2006 22:03:19 GMT -5
"Yeah, probably....I don't see what else they could use this room for." She answered almost as soon as the words left his mouth. Then why was it locked up? She allowed this thought to cross her mind, and frowned some-what curiously. She shifted sideways and turned so that she faced the bookcase. She titled her head to the side and let her eyes wander over the titles, some barley readable, others still marked boldly in gold. She lifted her hand and extended her index finger, about to run over the spine of the book and flip it into her other hand when she pulled it away. She didn't want to seem too interested in her surroundings, but she didn't want to look like she thought Seth was the only living being left. Instead she laced her fingers together and turned back around, her back sinking further down the bookcase.
"I wondered why it was locked up then, if its just a library." She said, to hopefully put a stop to this awkward silence.
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Jan 3, 2006 22:12:56 GMT -5
Seth fell quiet again as he walked back over to the railing that he had been leaning on again. He gripped it in one hand and seemed to lean back examining the room for a minute. As if to take it's looks and the objects in it into consideration again. "It might be a planning room for them and their schemes." Seth suggested as he leaned forward, leaning over the railing and staring towards the dust covered ground underneath. He was trying not to stare to much in Yehva's direction. He felt suddenly like he should change the conversation, the room no longer interested him. He could care less if it was used for some sort of secret religious cult, or some type of experimental research on student's. It didn't seem to matter more, nothing seemed to matter other than finding out more about Yehva. "Are you originally from around here?" Seth asked, before he could stop himself. His voice and words seemed to appear and flow from his mouth on their own accord. He had no hand in changing the conversation, yet it was him that had just spoken and so abruptly changed the subject. Seth now found his eyes wandering towards Yehva's direction again. He wondered in a small portion of his mind if he was acting stupid, but it never truly occured to him how stupid his actions might have seemed.
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Post by Yehva Moretti on Jan 4, 2006 11:42:18 GMT -5
"It might be a planning room for them and their schemes."
Yehva smiled and shrugged, pulling back a lock of her hair from her face. She had heard some nasty rumors about experiments on students, that they were tortured in the dungeons and hung by their toes, but that was a long time ago and she was very sure nothing remotely like that had happened any time soon. She bent her back in wards and rotated her shoulders slowly. She wasn't sure if she could manage to stay awake for much longer, at least not without caffeine, alcohol or a cigarette. She felt her robe pocket for her pack of a cigarette, and groaned inwardly, realizing she must have left them in her dorm room.
"Are you originally from around here?"
Yehva looked back up at Seth quickly, instantly forgetting about everything else. "No" She paused, as if she needed time to think the question over, to find the words to best answer it. "My father and I moved here from Italy three years ago. My mother died....she committed suicide, shortly before." She said in the flattest tone she could manage, though the burning sensation in her stomach was back again, and the floor suddenly became very interesting once more. Yes, it had been almost three years since she had seen her mothers pale, doll-like face, so much like her own, on the kitchen floor, her eyes wide and empty, even the sadness that had lived in there for so long was no where to be seen. Banished. She remembered she had screamed and screamed, screamed until she couldn't talk anymore, until her throat felt so dry she feared she might start coughing up blood and never stop, until she died like her mother had, in a pool of blood. She shut her eyes tightly, and tried to forget the images that kept running through her mind.
(( Feh, I'm tired, and got a little too carried away, shoot me xD ))
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Post by Seth Lestrange on Jan 4, 2006 12:03:28 GMT -5
Seth arched a brow realizing that she seemed to be looking for something in her pocket. Before he averted his eyes again, he had forgotten that he wasnt going to stare. He could only guess what she was looking, it could have been a few things but he had a feeling it was a cigerette. He was surprised that she didn't ask him for one, because he could usually be found in the corner smoking, and it wasn't always weed. But than he remembered that she hadn't known who he was when she had walked into the room. And it hit him that he had a clean slate with this girl that would probably even further amplify his chances. He knew that he had a pack of cigerettes somewhere in one of his pockets, but he decided to pass on the idea. He usually carried them around because sometimes it helped kick his craving for something else. What Yehva said next made Seth feel a little bad, her response had been sharp and than followed by a brief synopsis of her mother's death and a move. Her tone was flat, yet he could have sworn that he saw some emotion flicker quickly across her eyes. He wasn't sure what to say, he hated it when people threw loses on him. Death was as much apart of life as birth was, but it was harder to deal with.
Rubbing the back of his neck where a few stray beads of sweat had gathered due to his nervousness before running his hand through his hair again, Seth decided what he would say. "I'm sorry.." He said, his voice trailed slightly, he wanted to make it believeable because he really meant that. He did feel sorry for her at that moment, but it seemed to him like she had been strong enough to survive the blow. He didn't believe in wallowing in self-pity and sorrow for long, but than again he was a true hypocrite at heart. After his father had been taken away, he had never let it go. It was the reason why he was the way he was today. It was the reason for so many things, but when it came down to someone esle and their sorrows, he felt that it could ruin a person if they remained stuck in the past for to long. Seth looked away from Yehva for a few seconds as if stuck in some random thought, his brown eyes came back to hers almost as quickly as they had when he had looked away.
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