Broom Closet

[Travis Marks]

Travis was sitting in one of the broom closets. He had been extremely bored and it was too cold to go outside. Besides he had forgotten his jack in the common room and it would take too much effort for him to go all the way back there then go outside. Instead he had gone to the first broom closet he could find. The good thing about Hogwarts closets were that they were wide and like a small room. They even had a window. Propping the window open slightly, Travis lit a fresh cigarette. He had finally been able to stock up on everything he needed. Now he was just standing there enjoying the nicotine that flooded into his lungs. Exhaling contently he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall enjoying the feeling. Classes were going on now but at the moment he didn’t care. If he felt like it he would show up eventually, then probably get detention which he would skip later that night. He probably had a million detentions he had skipped since he had started Hogwarts. It was a personal record. Putting a hand into his jean pocket his took another drag from the cigarette and listened for any noise in the corridor.

[Seth Lestrange]

The last bell had rung not long ago signaling that classes had already begun for the next period. Seth had just arrived inside from being outside on the grounds, he had been at some random class that took place outside. It had been snowing so a few random white specks covered the shoulders of his robes and his black hair. It had been a long morning and Seth wanted nothing more than to find a quiet place to either get high or smoke a cigarette. He was now on the look out for any vacant room or broom closest that he could sneek into to have something before the next hour. He wasn't planning on going to this period, because he was far to late already, it didn't matter much to him anymore. He was almost out of school, just a few more short monthes and he would be gone. Brushing the snow off one of his shoulders, Seth spied a broom closest not far down the hall that he had been walking in. He broke into a run after looking both ways to see if anyone was coming and headed for the closest. By the time Seth's hand twisted the handle open he had slipped into the closest and shut the door soundlessly behind him.

Staring blankly at the closed door for a second, Seth slowly turned around and blinked several times when he saw that he wasn't in the closest alone. Travis was there too. He was stunned at how perfect the scenario was, but he didn't say anything to start off with. A smirk spread across his lips as he thought of something to say rather than just sitting there and being lost for words. "Come here often?"

[Travis Marks]

Travis had one of his feet dangling from the sill as he continued to inhale the nicotine and sighed contently. He had skipped a class which was apparently outside. It was too cold for his liking. He didn’t like the cold anymore after having spent the whole night out last time. He had been sick a few days after. He was thankful now that his health was somewhat normal. He still had a violent cough from time to time but he blamed that on the cigarettes. He needed to at least try to cut down a bit. Blowing out the smoke, Travis turned his head slightly when he heard footsteps in the hallway. Checking his watch he saw that the last class was now over. He figured that the students were just heading inside and to the common room. Turning back towards the window he watched as some people walked up to the castle as the light snow fell. His attention was turned to the door when the handle turned and someone stepped in. The person had snow all over themselves so he figured they were one of the unlucky who had to have been outside for class. Raising an eyebrow he smirked when he say it was Seth. Well that had been unexpected, for him anyways. He didn’t even know anyone know about this place. Let alone came here. “Only when I want to get away,” he told him taking another drag from the cigarette as he looked at Seth.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth grinned at Travis as he set his bag down near the door, the broom closest was actually kind of roomy. He noticed that it had a window and all, and there was some space in it. He had only been in a couple of them, but that was down on the lower levels in the dungeons. Down there the broom closests didn't have any windows, and it usually very dark. But the one here wasn't that bad, at least Seth thought so as he looked around. He raised his nose up in the air and took a quick sniff at it, seeing that Travis was smoking a cigarette and not a joint. "Did you ever get restocked?" He asked curiously as he moved a couple boxes around so that he could form a seat near Travis. This meeting wasn't as awkward as he would have first assumed to it be after what had happened that night on the hill. He was sure that if he got close enough there would be a repeat of it, but somehow Seth didn't feel like it would be a bad thing. In fact the warm feeling that he had had that night was slowly growing in his gut again. He shuddered a little as he kicked a few boxes of cleaning supplies out of the way as a a part of his rearranging the room. Seth was now reaching into his pocket himself looking for something to light.

[Travis Marks]

Travis took a long drag from the cigarette and sighed contently disposing some of the ashes out the window. He closed the window a bit more, the cool air slowly cooling him. He was going to stay warm this time, and shutting the window was one of the ways he could do that. With a raised eyebrow, he watched as seth kicked around some of the boxes. He started at him slightly puzzled and wondered what he was up to. After a bit more kicking, he realised that Seth was making a space to sit on. There was enought room in here for that, seeing as the closet surprisingly had a good amount of space. Travis almost missed what Seth had said as he was concentrating on what he was doing. "Just on alcohol and the cigarettes," he told him holding his cigarette up a bit. He found this situation similar to that of on the hill. Him smoking and Seth coming and offering him another one. He still wondered what Seth thought about what had happened that night. They never really talked about it. Which for now he was thankful for. He didn't know what to say. "Still need to hook up with the dealer," he added after a few second of silence.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth felt a gust of cool air being let into the room as he rearranged the boxes on the floor. He looked up and saw that Travis was slowly inching the window shut, and signed in some relief. He had been outside all morning and was cold to an extent. But the broom closest had some sort of warmth to it, which could easily be associated with the roomy space that it was. "No weed?" Seth asked with a smirk, his voice was now a playfully mocking one. "I think that I got some somewhere on me if you need any." Seth offered, knowing that he had some in his back pocket. He had banished his pack of cigarettes to the bottom of his trunk in his dorm this morning not really feeling up to tabacco. It was a small miracle because he was usually never without them. Seth took a seat on an elevated load of boxes near Travis, he kicked his feet up on a smaller box that he had placed in front of himself. Grinning momentarily at his ingenuity, Seth begun to search his back pockets for the joint that he knew he had somewhere on him. It wasn't much, but something was better than nothing. He wondered momentarily if Travis would even bother to mention the hill, he found himself wanting to, but not wanting to at the same time. It was something in the the past and this was the present and soon to be the future. He decided against it finally and continued the search of his pockets.

[Travis Marks]

Finishing his cigarette, Travis quickly threw it out the still open window and closed it shut. He pulled his other leg up to the sill and leaned back against the wall again. It seemed that Seth had managed to make himself a place to sit with the same comforts he had everywhere else. Smirking Travis shook his and ranked a hand through his black hair. This week he had a teal streak of hair, which he colours last night. He tended to change his hair colour ever once in a while and this time it was teal. A weird but oddly enjoyable colour, for Travis anyways. “Nope nothing,” he replied shaking his head. Truth be told he didn’t have enough money to stock up on the drugs, but he wasn’t going to say that. Not something important. He perked up slightly at hearing that Seth might have some weed. “Really and are you willing to share?” he asked trying to look cute. He hadn’t had any for a while and he could use some right now. He watched as Seth looked thought his back pocket. A thought came to his mind as he watched him. Travis was more then willing to help him look for it. He would never admit it so he could just sit there thinking about it. He found it slightly nerving not knowing what to do or how to act. He didn’t even know what was going on. Maybe Seth thought of it as nothing or a one night stand type of deal. It probably was and he vowed not to talk about it unless Seth said something. “How is it that you still have some and I ran out so fast?” he questions trying to break a bit of the silence. He didn’t smoke drugs as often as cigarettes yet he was always running out of drugs instead of cigarettes.

[Seth Lestrange]

"Yeah, I don't mind." Seth replied with a laugh. Travis was one of his best friends, and he was usually very generous when it came to weed. The only reason why Seth had money enough for drugs was because of the wealth that his family possessed. The Lestranges dated back several centuaries as a noble pureblood family, so it wasn't a miracle that they did have some money. Being related to the Malfoys only seemed to add to their titles and their small amassed fortune. Seth didn't have to work for the money, he had either stole it from his mother or was handed it. And neither actions seemed to bother him all to much. Seth had leaned forward as he searched the back pockets of his pants, at one point he leaned to far forward and found himself grabbing for Travis's knee to prevent from falling over. The floor of the broom closest was now crowded with boxes because Seth had set to arranging it all several seconds earlier. He looked over at Travis a moment cautiously, unsure of what would happen next now. He felt like he needed to remove his hand from Travis's knee. Like it was required and that it wouldn't be accepted because he hadn't mentioned anything about that night at the lake. But rejection hadn't come than so why should it come now? He was so confused, he just didn't know. He wanted to make mention of something, do anything other than stand there. Seth threw a smirk at Travis, his hand was still firmly planted on Travis's knee as he struggled to catch his balance and stand up.

[Travis Marks]

Travis wasn’t surprised when Seth said that he didn’t mind sharing. They had known each other for so long and were best friends that it didn’t matter. He probably owed Seth a lot of money for the amount of cigarettes, drugs and alcohol he bummed off of him. His family was an old pureblood family, but they did not go back as far as Seth’s. They had a small fortune, a fairly good amount, but with three other siblings to split it with, Travis didn’t get that much. If he was desperate he would steal some from his parents other then that he tended to bum off his friends. His only fear was that they would eventually ask him to pay them back. Then he would be screwed beyond anything. For now he would try to make it less conspicuous that he was out of money. He had been watching Seth the whole time he was searching for his joint. At first he thought he had been imagining that Seth had been leaning forward more but when he felt a hand on his knee he knew he hadn’t bee hallucinating. He looked at the hand and couldn’t help but smile. He waited for Seth to take it off quickly in an awkward manor but was surprised when he felt it still there. He could see that Seth was debating about something, so to reassure him he placed his own hand over Seth’s and helped sturdy him. “Your going to kill yourself on those boxes you know,” he told him his hand still placed over Seth’s. “I can always share the window sill with you,” he offered finding that boxes might not be that comfortable. He didn’t know what Seth would say to that. The sill was long enough for him to sit with his feet spread out in front of him. He could always move his feet to make room for Seth, or Seth could use his lap. He wasn’t going to say that part out loud but if Seth was creative he would figure it out himself.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth felt the same warm feeling that he had nights ago spread through him as soon as Travis's hand feel on top of his. He grinned a little shyly at his suggestion about sharing the sill. Seth felt bolder today than he had felt at the lake and was more than willing to comply with his suggestion. When Travis said that Seth could share the sill with him, he wasn't sure if this meant that Travis was all right with what had happened the other night or if he had chosen to ignore it. Seth found himself using Travis's knee as a prop to help himself stand up. As he stood up several things flew through his mind, he was tempted to grab Travis's hand and than take a seat in his lap. His hand shot to his back pocket where he had also finally located the joint that he had been searching for. He had been sitting on it and it had been buried deep in the bottom of his pocket. He took it out holding it in one hand as he slide his other hand out from underneath Travis's. "All right, well if you insist." Seth replied finally he took a seat sideways on Travis's lap. He was expecting one of two things, for his action to be welcomed with open arms or to be thrown from Travis's lap and possibly punched in the face. He was open to either, because even rejection would come bitter sweet and it would clear up the confusion that he was still feeling. He found Travis's lap an oddly comforting place, he felt safe as the warm feeling grew in his stomach, he grinned at Travis shyly again. He stuck the joint into the side of his mouth, thinking that Travis had offered to share the sill but he hadn't mentioned what part of the sill that he was willing to share with him. Seth produced a lighter from one of his pockets and flicked it open lighting up for the first time today. He had had a cigarette earlier this morning but that was all. Holding the light at the end of the joint, Seth lit it and than flickered the lighter shut letting it disappear into his pocket with his hand for a second. He took a long drag on it before even attempting to stare Travis in the eye.

[Travis Marks]

Travis continued to smirk up at Seth. He could feel the warmth go through his body, instantly warming him up. Seth really was like a drug, at least for him he was. It seemed every time he came into contact with him, he was automatically warm. His stomach was also doing flip flops like he was on a boat or something. His stomach didn’t seem to agree with him on a boat, this feeling was slightly different. It made his cheeks red due to the intensity of the feeling. Travis still wanted to know what Seth’s thoughts were on the whole thing at the lake. It was driving him crazy not to know, but he kept calm waiting for the right time to ask. He didn’t want to make it seem like he hadn’t stopped thinking about it. He saw the joint that Seth finally found, and another thing came to his mind. He was waiting to be able to finally, after a few weeks, light one up. Travis was about to move his feet so that Seth could sit across from him on the sill when he felt and saw him make himself comfortably in his lap. Travis really hadn’t expected Seth to do that, after his whole theory that it had been nothing to Seth. Automatically his arms went around Seth’s waist, pulling him a bit closer. It was his way of saying that he accepted it and wouldn’t have accepted anything else. “I like your choice,” he commented waiting for Seth to either say something or light up the joint. He watched as Seth took a long drag from the joint and caught Seth’s eye. He gave him a warm and shy smile.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth felt a wave of acception wash over him as he felt Travis's arm curl around his back. He grinned exhaling smoke slowly away from Travis, before holding the joint out for him to take. "You porribly need this more than I do." Seth remarked, having gotten high barely a few days before himself. He knew that Travis had been clean for while. He grinned and a slight hint of red washed into his face at Travis's comment. "It looked like the best one." He admitted feeling himself leaning in dangerously close to Travis. The words floating in the small gap between their lips. Seth grinned, he felt light headed and he didn't think that it was from the drugs yet. He felt like it was just being in the general prescence of Travis was making him feel that way. His stomach fluttered as his eyes met Travis's before breaking away shyly. He found it funny that they seemed to be anticipating each others moves and hanging on rejection. Even now. The threat of rejection still hung over Seth's head like a shadow cast at noon. It was funny the way that nervousness worked, knotting his stomach and tying his tongue. That was porribly one of the reasons why his words wouldn't come so easy right now. The only thing that was free to give him away was the color in his face and the smirk across his lips. Seth found his free hand creeping around Travis's shoulder, his other hand still stuck in mid air holding the joint out for Travis.

[Travis Marks]

Travis took one hand from Seth’s waist and took the joint from him. He took a nice long drag from the joint and bends his head down exhaling the smoke. He sighed contently at having finally been able to break his clean streak. It felt good to have the drugs slowly working their way through his system. He held the joint out offering it back to Seth before closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall. He was enjoying both the feeling he was getting from the drugs and the feeling of having contact with Seth again. He already felt like he was on a high when Seth had placed a hand on his knee. “I agree,” he told him referring to his choice of seating. Travis opened his eyes and looked at Seth who was quite close to him now. He was tempted to fill the reaming gap between then but something told him to just enjoy what was happening so far. The feeling in his stomach was growing intensely and he could feel his cheeks burring. He was once again glad for his hair being able to hide it. It was a weird thing for him to be blushing like this; he usually was able to conceal his emotions. Around Seth is seemed like he wasn’t letting himself hide it. He didn’t seem to want to hide it. He wanted Seth to know how he felt even if he was going to get rejected. So far everything was going well; he hadn’t been slapped in the face yet and from what he could tell it wasn’t going to happen any time soon. He continued to keep eye contact with Seth, his own eyes showing a vast amount of emotions. He swallowed hard and looked down at his arms which were still around Seth’s waist. He thought he should ask this before they smoke anymore of the joint. “Can I ask what you think about this and what happened on the hill?” he asked too nervous to look back up at Seth’s reaction. Some of his hair fell into his face and he lightly pulled on a thread in Seth’s shirt. He needed to asked because once he was high the answer wouldn’t seem as real as if he knew now. He really didn’t know what he expected Seth to say.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth took the joint back from Travis taking yet another hit, before exhaling with the same contented slowness that Travis had just shown. He was enjoying this, feeling the warmth of Travis's body underneath him and the heat of his breath so close to his neck. Seth tried to shake these thoughts still not knowing what to make of the whole situation. Seth was pulled back into the reality of the moment when Travis asked him what he thought of the whole thing. Blinking a few times, Seth's eyes found Travis's face buried underneath a mass of black hair. Reaching up Seth brushed a few clumps out of Travis's eyes gently as he considered Travis's question. Seth was caught off guard by the question and didn't know how to respond. He quickly formulated a response in the affirmative to see what Travis had in mind about the whole thing. Seth himself wasn't sure what to classify it all as, whatever it was he liked it. "Yeah." Seth said shortly, before realizing that more of a response was expected from him. He tried to think of how to put the whole thing into words but every response he generated in his mind came short of the feeling that was burning in his chest. "It's great." Seth remarked, not knowing what else to say. He grinned shyly with this response and even blushed a little beneath his own mass of black hair that feel over his left eye. It was too late when Seth realized that this moment might have been one to have taken cautiously because it might mean the difference between a bloody nose and a kiss. He than added hastily at the end of his response, "What about you?" He asked. There was apparent curiousity in his voice. He looked Travis straight in the eye, longing to touch him one more time before he was rejected if he was going to be rejected. Or before anything that might affect their relationship happened. Seth was still aware of Travis's arms wrapped around his waist which gave him a bit more confidence to be stuck in the situation, but he still wasn't sure.

[Travis Marks]

Travis had pictured the scene on how it would look like after her voiced his question. One had been him sitting there alone with a bloody nose; his mind liked over exadurating certain situations. When he would younger his grandmother had told him he had a healthy imagination for a child. Now he really wasn’t a child and his imagination was going to drive him to insanity. He could feel Seth staring at him, it was one of those feelings you got when you knew someone was watching you. This time it was more intense because the person was sitting in his lap. That fact was somewhat warming seeing as he had gone as far as placing himself there. Still looking down, Travis felt Seth pushing some of his hair out of his face. He had thought Seth was going to punch him in the face or something but the gently touch calmed him down. He was somewhat anticipating Seth’s answer, enjoying the warmth he was receiving from his body. Upon hearing the response, Travis tried to figure out what it meant. Did he mind being asked about the incidents? Or did he like what was going on? He was slightly confused by this answer, but before he could really think about anything Seth spoke again. Travis had looked up after the response and tried to meet Seth’s eyes. He thought about Seth’s question and tried to put it into an understandable sentence. He liked whatever it was that was happening and he wanted to see what would happen if they continued it. He lightly brushed the hair from Seth’s eye and rested his hand on his shoulder. “I like it, I’m hoping we can go somewhere with it,” he told him the sentence having sounded better in his mind. He just hoped Seth knew or had some idea of what he was talking about. When it was heard out loud however, it didn’t make sense. He panicked a bit and started babbling trying to get his thoughts straight. “I mean if there is anything… that we could be …well…do something… no wait you see….” He continued to stammer a bit then stopped his thoughts being jumbled together. He turned extremely red and turned his face towards the window biting his lip. He was practically chewing it off. He was kicking himself for embarrassing himself like that. This wasn’t a side of Travis that anyone saw. He was quiet shy when it came to certain things but he didn’t show it. So far in the past few days Seth had seen every side of him and feared he wouldn’t like it. The redness spread through his cheeks as the hand on Seth’s shoulder slowly started to slip. He wanted to keep it there but he was too embarrassed.

(( Sadly I was in a situation like that before. I made a total fool out of myself. ))