{Take} h e a r t {Sweetheart}; Open Party

[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

_{I'll Speak My Mind Whenever I Feel Slighted}

( I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge )

T a k e • h e a r t • s w e e t h e a r t • o r • I • w i l l • t a k e • i t • f r o m • y o u

We Slip Concealed Back To The Keep

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Kariana didn’t like parties on her good days, not without Regulus and Gavin to keep her company anyways. And so far she’d done fairly well at deflecting Avery’s attempts to wrestle her into going to one. She didn’t want to leave her dormitory and risk facing Gavin’s cold indifference in the hallways. She didn’t want to pretend that she couldn’t feel his eyes passing over and away from her. She was just sick of pretending like it was okay, because it wasn’t. Everytime he walked past her she could feel her heart accelerate in her chest, because there was still some miniscule part of her that wanted to pretend like he was going to suddenly look at her and remember who she really was- who they were, and acknowledge her presence again. It never happened though, and the acceleration was cut off in a vice like squeeze that left her nearly breathless- like a heart attack. Every molecule of her being ached and while she had been more than successful keeping the cold façade up herself the moment she hit the dormitory she became the wreck that she was on the inside. Of course her curtains were drawn and her flasks of whiskey lined along the headboard before she ever let the mask fall off of her face. She’d been spending the nights that Avery didn’t manage to drag her out of the castle and out to drink, drinking in her bed at night. The changes that had come over her body only seemed manageable when she was alone in the dormitory with her whiskey and her curtains drawn. At least then she could pretend that she couldn’t smell the people out in the Common Room, their scents wafting in through the closed doors and mountains of fabric that she had piled around herself. Then she could pretend like her moods hadn’t become tumultuous at best, or that body wasn’t constantly fluctuating. Unfortunately for her the oblivion only lasted as long as it took her new body to break down the alcohol in her system. Her dormmates had noticed her change in temperament, although all they put it down to was constant PMS, remarking on her even lower tolerance and drastically exaggerated bitchiness. They didn’t seem to understand that she was holding more than her fair share of it back, or that she was in a constant inner battle. How could they? They couldn’t feel the animalistic need within themselves struggling to fight past the frail human structure that it was trapped inside of. They didn’t feel the constant anger and strength calling on them to access it, to use it. A part of her was sorely tempted to let herself; Merlin knew it would feel a good deal better than this struggle. Yet, she was no weak being to let it take control. She was the master here, at least so long as the moon was faded in the night sky. She would not be the one to succumb. Not now. She’d listened to Marcus’s explanation second hand on how he viewed the beast he felt he ‘trapped’ within himself, heard how he attributed the attack to Amina’s taking over. None of them seemed to understand that they were the beasts, they acknowledged it as a part of themselves, and something that they contained within themselves but that was as far as they went to admittance. They didn’t want to admit what Kariana had already come to accept, that they were the very beasts they fought so hard. They saw it as something within themselves. She was under no such illusions. She accepted the truth for what it was. The beast had been living in her for so long now, all her life- this curse only gave it the means to become corporal, only brought the thing to the forefront of her mind.

Not that any amount of this reasoning would ever bring Gavin over… nor would she attempt to do so with it. However, it was brought to her attention- by a certain blonde nuisance- that remaining in her rooms all the time was doing nothing but proving to him that she was unfit company to keep. Which she was. There was no disputing that. She wouldn’t even dare. Like she’d already acknowledged, she was the beast. No, she didn’t blame him- didn’t think there was any way she could go about mending the link that had been indisputably fractured. But she did want to see him, even if it was just across the room- provided that he didn’t leave the moment she arrived, that was just as possible. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened either. There had been several times her well meaning friends had put them in the same room unwittingly, leaving one or the other fleeing as if burned. She was burned after all. She could feel the flames centered into the form of a backhand across her cheek everytime she saw him, could feel the hatred rolling off of him in waves. There were times she imagined she could feel the saliva he’d hurled as well, sliding slick across her skin. But then that was just her imagination, showing her what she had felt as viscerally as if it had really happened. She’d run from it for long enough though, trying desperately to avoid invoking the emotions that came with such memories. She’d run for too long now, and she was going out, accepting the persuasion plied on her these past few weeks. Her eyes danced over her reflection briefly, glancing without really seeing. She had every fucking right to enjoy herself. Or at least give the appearance of enjoying herself. Her fingers tightened convulsively on the comb she was running through her hair, cream colored eyes meeting their reflection in the mirror before her with a bit of a slant, the yellow that flashed through them quickly suppressed as she sought to clear her mind. She couldn’t afford anymore of someone remarking on the strange changes that she seemed to have undergone via expression. She’d had one person at least ask her whether or not she was a metamorphagus, something that she’d found amusing considering that Avery had been sitting with her when it was mentioned. The whole ‘cosmetic’ magic only went so far after all. Eventually people would begin to question even that if she weren’t careful. It was the human condition, always sticking their noses where they weren’t needed. Her hair was arranged in loose curls around her face, the red streaks made all the more vibrant by their gloss. She’d already taken a section back from the front of her face and pinned in back on top of her head. A metamorphagus would have been able to arrange all of that without the spells that had been carefully placed over the locks of hair; there were times that she found herself almost envious of her blonde friend. She ran the comb through one last time before depositing the object on the counter in front of her, replacing it in her hands with a foundation brush- dipping it in the translucent powder before her before running it over her face and neck lightly, smiling as she saw the powder spark upon her skin. The convenience of magical beauty supplies, she could already see the airbrushed quality her pores were taking on, along with the light sparkle that made it look as if her skin were stretched over a light fire. Not that anyone who actually touched her skin would doubt it, she’d run hot before the incident, now her skin was practically flaming…

Distaste danced across her features briefly. Just another side effect she would have to learn to live with. That and the possibility that if she lost her temper she could very easily tear through designer clothes on her frame. A shame if it were to happen tonight seeing that the dark red dress she had on was one of her very favorites. The straps across the back were crossed over her skin highlighting the bronzed skin beneath. The fact that it hugged her figure so nicely wasn’t a downside either. Her eyes ran over the sashes that she’d yet to tie about her back, now slung across her hips, eyes catching the black thumbprints going up along the length of fabric with a bitter smile. Gavin’s of course. From the ink incident back near the end of fifth year, he’d somehow managed to avoid getting any of her other clothing articles messy in any form when he’d undressed her, just the ties to the dress. It had been a running joke between the two of them for quite a while since, occasionally even inspiring a repeat of the incident… sans the ink. Her eyes flashed, pain gripping her chest as the visuals played across her memory. Why she was wearing it tonight she wasn’t sure, maybe some subconscious urge had gotten her to pick it out from all of her others that could have gone just as easily. It had been so long since she’d allowed herself into her old outfits anyways, she’d been fitting herself into the colors she’d recently found as her own- hiding beneath the bright lightness of fabric and white like now decorated her irises. The daring colors she’d been so fond of before her change she’d banished with the rest of that life, unable to look at herself in them without ripping them off. A lesson learned after three failed attempts, resulting in her sequestering herself away inside of the comfort of her bedding for the day once more. She hadn’t even made the connection to what was slung around her hips until she was standing her just now, it hadn’t occurred to her that she was wearing the dress that he’d helped her pick out with sashes that he had later marked as his own. Of course the fact that he was her best friend had guaranteed that the majority of her clothing had some sort of residual emotional attachment to him as well. Something that she’d been cursing since those failed attempts at getting dressed before classes. She’d gone so far as to have Micha order her a whole slew of new clothing from her favorite designers and stores, her cousin had been surprisingly understanding of the matter- although she’d balked at the amount until Kariana had gone off on why she’d needed it. Why her cousins face had held the pained look of understanding she couldn’t fathom, nor did she ask. Of course it would be at least another week before she got the clothing here at the castle- the fact that she’d had to go through her cousin to receive it was a new change entirely. She no longer had access to her Aunt’s finances, something she’d been informed of with a good deal of regret from the elder woman- something she was sure her Grandmother had seen to before Micha could arrange otherwise. She had been informed at least that she was still to inherit her parent’s accumulated wealth and properties when she came of age, as well as her Aunt’s- this had been a revelation revealed in whispers from the old woman between titters as if they were sharing some grand secret. For now though, she would have to arrange a new way of purchasing through Michkayela, she’d also been informed she’d be receiving a monthly allowance into her Gringotts account- something she supposed she should be thankful for… Thankful, the emotion didn’t sit right within her, and not just because she wasn’t. Bitterness tasted so much better lately, so much more familiar. Michkayela could keep her pity; keep her useless attempts at trying to bond with her. She would accept her help where she absolutely needed it for now… and that was it.

A sigh filtered past her lips as she brushed the liquid onto her eyelids, one closed at a time so she could watch the flame spread over the skin from the corners of her lids and out. That was the theme here, after all she was already burning- why not represent it? The eye shadow had been quite a find though, for while the foundation gave the appearance of shimmering flame beneath her skin, the shadow looked as if flames were really dancing on her eyelids. She wasn’t sitting back anymore, wasn’t hiding behind fabrics and unfamiliarity. This was her coming out party. And damn if she wasn’t going to attend it in style. It wasn’t until she had successfully moved the eyeliner over her lids into a cat’s eye that she picked her foundation up again, almost as an afterthought, to brush it over the rest of her exposed skin; arms, legs, neck, chest, any exposed area from the dress. She wanted to catch eyes tonight, wanted to bring the focus onto her- something she knew Avery would be far from appreciative over… although given the recent attempts to push her out there it was entirely possible that she would be patting herself on her back. She looked like she was about to burst into flame at any minute, which was fitting. She felt like she had been burning for quite a while now. A dark red lipstick was brushed over her lips, followed by lengthening mascara over her lashes. Her makeup at least was done, with a satisfied nod she slid it all back into the makeup bag and zipped it closed; her eyes running to the jewelry scattered across the counter. She already had a simple pair of silver droplets pressed through her earlobes, the diamonds going up the shell of her ear descending in size along the back of a snake curling around the shell of her ear. The simple silver necklace she clasped around her neck matched it well enough- serpentine just the same, as did the silver, red, and black bangles that she adorned her wrists with. There was no need to go all out when her makeup and hair were ornate enough for the entire ensemble. Once again everything was swiped off of the counter and into yet another bag until the counter space was free of clutter, all of her bags being tucked into her large purse. It wasn’t like she was going to need all of it later in the night, but going back to the dormitory from the bathroom didn’t make any kind of sense in her mind, especially given that it only increased her risk of detection. And detection was something she very well couldn’t afford, not with all that she had hiding. That had been an entirely different game she’d been playing, keeping just well enough under the radar to escape administrational notice. Never missing too many days of class in a row, never being caught with her temper out of hand… And so far it seemed to be working, there hadn’t been any undue questions asked. No follow ups to make sure everything really was as it seemed. She was the consummate actress, the biggest whore of them all… Derisive anger filled her stomach at the thought. The only one who had so much as looked at her sideways had been the potions professor. But whatever war he might’ve had brewing suspiciously in his mind he’d yet to approach her about it.

She was fairly sure that the party was down in one of the empty dungeons, she’d heard tale that a few seventh years had enchanted the space so as to appear and sound empty should anyone pass by, but that wasn’t the part that was the most difficult. She supposed for those in the Slytherin house it was relatively easy to get out of their dorms and into the party, provided they left singly or in small groups- but the other houses would have an ordeal getting down into the dungeons without detection. Probably why the snakes would outnumber the others tonight. That and the fact that it was being hosted by them, she very much doubted she’d see one Hufflepuff in the crowd. Then again, any party was a welcome distraction in the castle- it wasn’t as if this was a serpent only party… another reason why she’d almost declined Avery’s pleading. Regardless of the other changes that had taken over her both mentally and physically, she hadn’t changed all that much. She was still more than aware as to where her loyalties lay- still knew her own mind just as she always had… She cut the thought off quickly, understanding the dangerous roads they could lead her down and shook her head, pulling the strap of her purse up and over her shoulder. She stopped to look at herself, her eyes flashing again in the florescent lighting of the mirror as she took in her appearance. Flaming. She was flaming, inside and out. She was dying. She didn’t look like a mongrel here in the mirror, she looked much the same as she ever had, save maybe for the fact that her hair was a good deal longer and thicker…She was maybe a little harder in places that used to have a soft give to them, the plains of her body had strengthened- giving her a lithely muscled look. The contours in her face were cut more sharply, giving her an angled, nearly feline look… ironic as it was. Other than her eyes though she still looked too much like the same Kariana she’d been months ago… The monster that was residing inside of her hadn’t marked her features any, the one that had attacked her hadn’t marked her permanently… At least not visibly to the naked eye. Her lips twisted in a sneer as she cocked her arm back, fist crashing into the mirror with an audible splintering of glass and bone. Shards rained down upon the countertop, shattering the silent barrier she’d enshrouded herself in while getting ready. Blood slicked down her fingers, dripping off into the mirror fragments as it slid from her skin, stream slowing nearly instantly. She was fucking hideous, it was no wonder Gavin had given up on her- just because everyone else couldn’t see it didn’t make it false. She brought her hand back disdainfully, watching as the pieces of glass that had imbedded in her skin slowly popped out, blood oozing over the edges of skin as they drew back together, melding over another until all that remained was faint pink lines. The bones within were already knitting back together as well, she could feel them- though it would be a good thirty minutes before it was entirely healed. She looked to the shards of mirror now littering the counter before hoisting her purse up on her shoulders and turning away, walking out of the door and into the corridor beyond. Regardless she still had a party to go to, even if a part of her just wanted to go back and crawl into her sanctuary with her whiskey. She was safer there… they were safer there.

It was much easier sneaking about when her hearing was so heightened, alerting her to the smallest of sounds around her. It didn’t hurt that she could smell the heated blood pumping through their skin were someone within a close enough radius to herself. Even now she could hear the breathing in both dormitories above her as she stole out of the common room, scent their collective mass. The fifth years girls dormitory was rank with sex, ongoing judging by the noises emitted from within. She barely cocked her head at the sound before dispersing, following the mixed line of scents that took her towards her destination. It took her maybe five minutes to find the corridor that she’d been directed to, the small number of students walking into the opening and vanishing only further proving that she was in the right place. Her eyebrow arched considerably as she surveyed the space, no small amount of impression forming within her mind. Whoever had cast the charms around the dungeon had to have surely been in advanced classes, there wasn’t a thing she could see within besides the vast darkness. They’d chosen one of the furthermost dungeons, mostly unused, and hugely appropriated. You could easily fit the Quidditch Pitch within it, although people rarely came back this way because of all the twisting corridors that led to it coupled with the fact that wand light alone only cast so far in front of you with the darkness pressing around you. Although occasionally some student dared to attempt to throw a party in one of them, like tonight, although the measures you had to go through to avoid detection were great and usually considered too much so. She couldn’t hear anything from within either, which piqued her curiosity somewhat. She’d been to plenty of parties in and surrounding the castles. All of the locations took no small amount of work on the hosts’ part, but there were admittedly some that were better done than others. This would definitely have to be filed under the better category. She took the last few steps to the arched doorway, stepping through it quickly and almost stepping back out again at the influx of noise that suddenly roared into her ears. So maybe not the best of spells, whoever had done the casting had left of the transition part, although to contain this level of noise at all was a feat. Multicolored strobe lights flashed in the background, the music blaring in sync on some loud hip-hop number. Bodies gyrated in the center of the room as others mingled about the edges nearest the large tables that were set up. It almost looked like a school dance were it not for the obscene amounts of alcohol and half-dressed bodies. Maybe a cross between a school dance and a club. She barely made it off to the left side before a blonde bundle crashed into her, arms encircling her waist and kissing her cheek simultaneously as she pulled her to the crush of dancing bodies. She could barely understand her words as she yelled them out, already obviously having been at the alcohol provided. But she laughed back and let herself be led deeper into the crush of dancing bodies until Avery apparently decided that they were center stage enough to begin rotating her hips against Kariana’s.

(Concede To Do The Work For Free )

W e • p r a y • a s • w o l v e s • a m o n g • t h e • s h e e p •

And Slit The Necks Of Shoulders While They Sleep

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INSPIRATION!

[Gavin Dewhurst]

what i am to you
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[/i] the smaller man, Jared muttered before downing his drink and taking Tyrell's disregarded one from Gavin's hand. Forcing almost a chuckle from Gavin's lips until he noted the most recent addition to the party. How could he not? There weren't many people wearing that much red at this damned event. His eyes narrowed, polishing off the last of his beer and setting it on the table tip behind him. Somebody had started to turn the bottles into an upside down pyramid, no doubt with magic, and his bottle lifted itself to move into place as soon as Gavin's hand was off of it. Reaching out for another one, Tywin grasped one from a passing tub filled with Ice and Bottles and placed it in Gavin's hand, the top bursting off and rolling to the floor. Merlin, sometimes he did think there was such a thing as too much magic. Allowing himself to be distracted by the giggling bottle cap rolling away from his person for just a moment. He hoped that whenever he looked up, she would be gone. He knew that she was going to have been here, of course she was going to appear. He just had hoped stupidly that he would have been able to avoid her presence. ”Damn Travers brought her O game tonight,” a voice to the side of him commented with a low whistle. ”Hah, don't let Erika hear you talking like that,” “Please, as if I couldn't put her in her place, that Travers though, she might put up a good fight” a dirty laugh, an elbow nudge, “Shut up.” Gavin spoke, for the first time since arriving at the party, his voice loosened by the amount of beer already polluting his system. It wasn't mixing well with the pepper up potion he had forced himself to swallow to keep himself awake. ”Lay off man, she's fair game. And in that dress, I would say she's game for just about anything...” Gavin's hand bolted out to the side of his body, grasping Tywin by the shirt and wrenching him closer to Gavin's body. “I said, shut up.” the threat was obvious and Tywin backed down as Gavin shoved him away from his own body, with far too much force as the boy tumbled into a mixing stand, manned by one of the castle ghosts. Much to the laughter that surrounded him, thinking that it was just a simple party foul of some sort.

Jared shuffled away, muttering half assed insults about Gavin's mood crushing the party, following his mockery of a friend. Gavin couldn't bring himself to care though, as his eyes rolled back to the gyrating blonde on the dance floor, suddenly feeling the bags under his eyes all the more heavy. In the corner of his eye, he couldn't stop seeing the red.

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and so it is, just as you said it would be
(THE SHORTER STORY, NO LOVE, NO GLORY)

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[Regulus Reinbach]

People change. People leave. Nothing lasts. If Regulus Reinbach had learned anything in his short 17 years it was that. His father used the words in a meager attempt to either console or toughen him after Reg's older brother abandoned the family for greener pastures. How had he allowed himself to believe that any friendship could last when he couldn't even trust the bond of brother's who share the same blood? It was funny. Regulus had always believed that just picking up and leaving the way his brother had was the cruelest way to lose someone. No discussion or argument to be had, barely enough time to say goodbye. Now he knew that his brother was being kind. If Kariana and Gavin had just cut all ties with him he could have hardened his heart a little further, become colder, and then moved on. Instead he was watching his best friends whither. He was watching their friendship decay a little more each day. The three friends who had once seemed inseparable could now rarely be found in the same room. Perhaps that was what drew Regulus to the party. He had nothing worth celebrating that was for sure, but perhaps it was worth his attendance just to stand in the same room as his Gavin and Ana, pretending nothing had changed for a few sweet moments before he had to realize that everything had.

So that's where Regulus stood, triangling his position off his two friends weighing the consequences of going to one or the other first. Gavin at least seemed to have company. But if the pretty blond was keeping Gavin's attention he was doing a fair job of hiding it. Regulus had known Gavin long enough to know what he looked like when he really cared for a girl and when he just wanted a distraction, this blond girl was the later. Regulus didn't fault his friend of course, as he wasn't any different. Lately he'd found himself falling into bed with a blue eyed red head from Hufflepuff who had a reputation as the school's biggest gossip. Since his friends seemed intent on keeping secrets, this was the only way Regulus heard anything at all. Everything he heard were rumors and half truths, but Regulus felt confident he had gleaned which halves were true. He could never ask outright if any of the whispers were true, so instead he had taken to constructing his own little reality. Dangerous perhaps, but no more dangerous than the realities his friends had created wherein the other had clearly stopped existing.

Regulus was sipping from his flask when he noticed Gavin shove a boy who's crime Regulus couldn't be sure of. His gaze had been moving back and forth between Ana and Gavin, and admittedly when he looked Gavin's way his eyes typically found their way to his blond companion before long and the boy Gavin shoved had been standing on his opposite side. Still, Regulus found himself quickly moving to Gavin's side though by the time he took up beside his friend the boy was already shuffling off. Regulus was actually a little disappointed. It had seemed like so long since he and Gavin had gotten into a scrap with their lesser classmates. Having come up a bit behind Gavin and having missed his friends gaze, Regulus clapped a hand on his friends shoulder. "Next time, aim for a crowd the table doesn't take too much offense," Regulus advised. He had found that a fight was far more likely when other people became involved. It was a sort of domino effect. One person shoves another into someone else, a drink or two gets spilt, some one's, honor needs defending and then it's showtime. "Good to see you out mate."

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] kept threatening to move into his line of sight and he couldn't stand it.

The sudden appearance of a hand on his shoulder caused Gavin to jolt, not enough to recoil fully, but it startled him. He had grown cautious of people touching him, given recent events. His head whipped to the side, eying the hand carefully before moving to the figure it was attached to. Regulus. The smile that crossed Gavin's face was genuine. Merlin, how long had it been since he had really seen the man? He was a welcome presence, that was for certain. Settling his body into the relaxed position, he was glad that Reg's presence seemed to have deterred the other female attempting to talk to him. He wasn't sure why, but ever since he had gotten engaged, it seemed like women were just trying all that much harder to get his attention. To coerce him into being unfaithful. Like any of them could really tempt him. It was insulting, really. He had hoped that he would have gotten the other reaction, that they might leave him alone. Lately all that he wanted was to be alone. Reg had been just about the only company that he had been able to stomach. The questions were minimal, no doubt he had already asked them all of Kariana and been put off his mission by her temper. If only he knew what sort of temper she had now, if only he could tell him. It was only for Kariana's own safety that he didn't. "Next time, aim for a crowd the table doesn't take too much offense," an amused snort left his lips as he nodded, lifting his beer to have another drink. He didn't even like the stuff, but he liked the buzz that was starting to build a home within his body. Lifting the neck upward he smirked “a few more of these and I might just do that.” Reg would too, if he had heard the boys talking about who they were talking about. Reg had always been rather protective of her, and they boy knew why. Now, anyway.

"Good to see you out mate." Grasping the other man's arm just above his bicep he let his smirk turn into a smile, it felt strange on his sunken face, like the movement wasn't natural any longer. Despite the fact that this was the first real, unforced smile that he had experienced in awhile. “You too brother, where have you been hiding yourself?” At least he looked like he was faring alright. Gavin considered Reg to be the one that lately, he had been talking to the most. Given the infrequency with which the two had been conversing, that really said something. He had been neglecting Regulus, not on purpose. He had been neglecting everybody. He just haven't had the energy to talk to anybody, about any thing. Even less so with how the most recent turn of events were shaping up. After that night out in the woods, he had hardly spoken to anybody outside of his finance, and he only spoke to Lucinda because he had no choice. Regardless, it was good to see Regulus outside of Quidditch practices.

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and so it is, just as you said it would be
(THE SHORTER STORY, NO LOVE, NO GLORY)

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[Regulus Reinbach]

“a few more of these and I might just do that.”

Regulus held up his flask to cheer the sentiment before taking his next sip, "Then let's get you another," he goaded. Gavin didn't seem nearly as excited as he was at the prospect of spending the night throwing punches at whoever they pleased, using their drinks as shield against anyone who would dare cry out against their actions as 'inappropriate.' It was all part of the magic of liquor. Inappropriate actions were accepted if not encouraged while under the influence of spirits.

“You too brother, where have you been hiding yourself?”

Brother. The word echoed inside his head. It wasn't the first time Gavin had used the term, and Regulus had always rather liked the thought that they were more brothers than friends. But it's use tonight only affirmed the growing similarities between Gavin and Regulus own flesh and blood. Brother had reverted to it's original meaning, a man who will stand by you and confide in you until it no longer suits them to do so, and then they'll disappear. Regulus found himself suddenly craving a cigarette. It was a rare thing he tended to associate with extreme stress. There was something eternally relaxing about blowing toxic clouds of smoke through your lips. Trapped in the dungeon, knowing that he couldn't have the one thing he craved only intensified the craving. He realized he was staring at Kariana across the dance floor and quickly looked away. He took a quick swig out of his flask hoping to dull his craving and further delay having to give an answer to Gavin's question. Why did such an innocent query cause him so much torment? All he had to do was lie or say something clever and they would move on with their conversation. But how could he lie to his brother? "All the usual places," he said finally as though the topic bored him. It was as close to the truth as Regulus was willing to get. After all he needed his secrets too. Lately it felt like all he and his friends had left to hold on to were the lies they kept from each other.

"Still engaged to be engaged," Regulus offered, having to tear his eyes away from Kariana before he spoke. Regulus had missed a sizable chunk of the fall semester after his grandfather passed away. At some point during the funeral procession his parents had entered into talks to marry him off to the middle daughter of a wealthy pureblood family, in Spain. Apparently their two families had been close many years ago, but his introduction to his potential fiance was the first time he had ever heard the name Alcoi. She was attractive enough, and after spending time with her during his extended absence from school and again over the holiday break, and they got on surprisingly well. However, since this marriage was a business proposal and not a declaration of love, there were certain provisions: For the first thing the two were never formally engaged as her parents felt more comfortable with a trial period considering 'recent events' in the Reinbach household. The event in question was the defection from the family of Regulus' older brother and with Regulus' parents being a bit too closely related for some people's comfort there were concerns that Regulus may suffer from similar 'defects.' So far the test period had gone as well as Regulus could have hoped, his would be fiance was a year older than him, so he had only seen her sparingly since the Winter holiday and managed to find a promising mistress prospect. Now that his thoughts were drifting towards marriage and mistress he started to wonder if he had mentioned any of this to Gavin before. He was nearly sure he had, but was hard to remember as talking to Gavin at a party or pub had become a somewhat common set up for some of his more terrifying dreams.

"What about you? I know you can't be spending all your time on the pitch or we'd be running into each other more often," Regulus joked hoping to pull the conversation away from him and perhaps glean a bit of insight from his friend as to how he spent his time outside of class and quidditch practice. Though Regulus himself hadn't spent nearly as much time on the pitch as he wished he had. He had the time since he'd stopped going to class, but he always worried that if anyone were to look for him the pitch would be the first place they'd check, though considering his dorm room was closer his logic was flawed and his laziness exposed.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] Had the mighty really fallen so? This time last year, the same pair of boys would have been attempting to smuggle their way into this party, already drunk with women crawling after them. Now look at them, standing on the sidelines drinking alone. Of course they had one another, but together they were still alone. Around. Regulus was being so very glib. Gavin's eyes turned toward him, not exactly curious, but waiting to see if he was going to elaborate. His mind still didn't want to accept that things had really turned out like this.

"Looks as though my engagement will be held off a little longer," This was news. If only Gavin were so lucky himself. His body wouldn't have deteriorated to the point that it had currently if that statement were true of him. Part of him wanted to offer up his own fiance to Regulus, to have the boy take Lucinda off of his hands so that Gavin wouldn't have to worry about her any longer. Tasteless as though that would be. She was pretty enough, Regulus was bound to like her. Gavin's eyebrow quirked as he turned his torso toward Regulus, doing his very best to seem like a good friend. He hated that he hadn't known about Regulus' engagement situation earlier. They used to be so close, and now, they were all strangers to one another. The boy had the bed just across from him, and he still hadn't been bothered to put forth the effort? Damn this year. He didn't think that ti was bad news, though that could just be his own emotions clouding the subject. He would love to be rid of his own issue. At the beginning of the year, his upcoming engagement was the worst thing he could think of, if only it had stayed that way. Instead of turning into what it was now. The way that Reg said it, so causally, had to mean that it was actually of some importance to him. Did he really want to talk about it here? Gavin couldn't think it was idle conversation. Not something like that. He was missing too much of the story already he felt. “Held off?” he pressed, testing the waters on the subject. He was more than willing to listen if it was something Regulus wanted to talk about. Downing the rest of his beer while grimacing, he reached out for another one, not being left wanting. At least this one was cold.

"What about you? I know you can't be spending all your time on the pitch or we'd be running into each other more often," For the most part he had been. It was why he had lost such a drastic amount of weight over the past year. Between the private sessions he had been running in the mornings for those members of the team who felt like they had wanted to work things out, to running twice a day and then regularly scheduled practice in the afternoon, he spent most of his time outside of the castle engaging in one form of exercise or another. Between the workouts, and classes, he had been intentionally scheduling almost all of his time for his waking hours. Whenever he didn't, he was afforded too much time to think. That hadn't gotten him anywhere positive as of late. The only change in his routine at all was since that night out by the woods, he and Kariana were no longer co-captaining. They were in the title sense, but she was running half the practices, and he was running the other half. At least she seemed to be respecting his need to be away from her. Since he had denounced her and all. Taking a large gulp from his bottle in hopes that it might press him closer to his goal he shrugged at Reg. He should have noticed the man on the field, but he hadn't. Gesturing to his fiance on the floor with the neck of his bottle he forced a smile. “little miss has been keeping me busy.” the second that he said it, he regretted the words. It was a lie. He spent almost zero time with her, on purpose. He didn't want to lie to Regulus any more, he didn't even have a good reason other than the fact that to most of the world, he was happily engaged to the woman enjoying herself to the music.

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(THE SHORTER STORY, NO LOVE, NO GLORY)

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

_{I'll Speak My Mind Whenever I Feel Slighted}

( I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge )

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She’d been out with the other girl enough to move in a sync with her movements that was almost unnatural, instinctual as she attempted to cope with the noises her ears were picking up, her heart slamming within her chest as the bodies crushed around her. Fuck, it was so loud, and so crowded. She could smell the bodies around her; smell their arousal and their excitement. It would have been enticing were she not aware where the sense was coming from. It was a reminder she didn’t want or need tonight, not with the escape she was trying so desperately to find. Her feet faltered somewhat with her turn of thoughts, earning her a reproving glance from Avery- and a slight laugh out of the both of them as she twirled the blonde girl around in her arms, putting her where she liked being best- the center of attention. It wasn’t until Avery had completed the turn that she leaned into the other girl, pressing her lips against her neck before yelling into her ear. “I’m going to get a drink.” It was all she needed to say for the girl to tumble off of her, detangling and finding herself another partner almost instantly. She was too attractive not to. She felt some guy grab at her as well, as if he thought she would need a partner now that hers was otherwise claimed. It took almost no effort for her to shake him off though, despite his insistence, and she could see the confusion on his face as she threw his arm away, his body propelling slightly backwards from the force. Obviously she hadn’t thought that one through, but she didn’t give him any time to approach her about it as she pushed her way out of the crush of bodies, her eyes scanning the tables around the room for a familiar face- one in particular that she knew better than to approach. It took her maybe half of a minute before she could find him, his scent distancing itself from everyone else’s as she moved out of the crowd, her eyes flying to him on instinct. He still looked… not her Gavin, and the thought brought an instant rush of bile to her throat, something she tried desperately to ignore even as she sought frantically to tear her gaze from him. Not that it was that easy, there was still some part of her that refused to acknowledge that things were as they had fallen… It wasn’t until she saw his lips moving that she realized she’d been walking a direct course to him- something she quickly shifted as she looked to see who he was here with. Regulus… a perfect reason for her to make her way over there, they were still friends even if she hadn’t been the best of one lately. She still talked to him, and that was a distinction that given current circumstances few had. But he was standing with Gavin… and she hardly thought that Gavin would be open to her walking over and spoiling his perfect evening out with his perfect fiancé. She could see Lucinda of course, the perfect pure blood specimen a very mockery of what she had once been. The girl’s name sent its own rush of hurt through her system, though she quickly shut that out as well as he looked up, his eyes connecting with hers for half of a moment before he realized she was looking back. She could see the anger work its way across his face, his jaw tightening as he deliberately turned his face away, eyes slanted.

It was nothing she hadn’t expected, but still. The pain that still managed to slice its way through her core was so intense it felt as if it should have been able to physically break her in two. This was expected though, she was used to this. This was what she was escaping tonight… She lifted her chin, her own eyes going to the table next to him as she strutted past, her fingers unconsciously running over the tie at her hips. She could almost feel the inked fingerprints he’d left behind beneath the pads of her fingers, feel the way they’d seemingly burned into her skin at the time… She didn’t want to look at him as she passed, so she didn’t, although the urge to do so was almost all consuming. But she’d had practice these last few weeks when they’d been in the halls with one another or in classes when she’d actually gone. Plenty of practice. Tonight was probably the first that she didn’t end up retreating though; no she was done with that. Instead she pasted a smirk to her face as she recognized a familiar face, her body already heading in his direction as he saluted her with his glass, the appreciation on his face evident. Tyrell was one of the seventh years who had orchestrated this whole affair, and one of the few Slytherin males who hadn’t pestered her with offers of dating or more. He’d approached her once, back in their fifth year, but she’d turned him down easily enough and it had rested there. Something she’d always been grateful to him for in some small way. He had a nasty reputation anyways and she was sure that more than half of it was well deserved. He was a ladies’ man naturally and a bit too fond of curses and the like, but what Slytherin wasn’t? Although she remembered catching him out in the courtyard back in her second year when she’d been off to sneak to Rabastan with a cat. She wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but the cat had looked terrified, and the gash across its side didn’t look like it’d been created manually. When the girl it belonged to had started asking about it the next day Kariana had kept her mouth shut, though she’d looked over to where Tyrell was seated, catching the small smirk that worked its way across his lips. She’d never questioned it much though, and refused to do so now. If she paid too much attention to that line of thought she’d never be able to force herself over to his company. And she needed to appear natural, needed to be above all of this already. Gavin had warned her away from him too, not in so many words- just a general agreement when she’d made the comment he wasn’t the sort the two of them wanted to be closely affiliated with. That was how it had always been, they’d avoided the same people- made joint decisions… she choked back a hysterical laugh at the realization of just how much had changed. Tyrell was about as opposite of Gavin as she could get, and right now- she needed no reminders with the person standing in the flesh just one table over. She could feel Gavin’s attention even if his eyes weren’t on her, so when Tyrell pulled her into a hug she didn’t pull back, hugging him lightly back and maneuvering herself out of it as best she could with a small laugh.

“Kitty Kat!” She fought the wince at the nickname, her laugh slightly strained as she looked him appreciatively over, hand going to rest on his forearm as she did so. “Masters, this is a nice set up.” She saw his answering smirk, the arrogance in it confirming her suspicions that he’d been the one to do the casting. It wasn’t hard to figure out, he’d excelled at any number of the types of things in his years here, she’d had the chance to see him cast them first hand. Had his personality been any different he might very well have been in their inner circle here at Hogwarts, the thought was surprisingly unsettling- for what reasons Kariana couldn’t exactly identify. “We do aim to please… I didn’t expect to see you here. Word is you’ve been… reclusive.” Reclusive was a much nicer term that what she’d actually been, but she wasn’t here to correct him. His voice was the same as it always was, she didn’t think she’d ever heard him use any more inflection than absolutely necessary, making him always come across as just mildly interested in the conversation at hand. Her nose twitched slightly as she caught the smell of an acrid smoke, her eyes slipping to what they’d missed before resting in-between two fingers. A joint? She detested regular cigarettes, the shit they did to your body was ridiculous, on top of the decreased athletic performance. It was why she’d never picked the habit up. She kept her face passive though as he brought the end of the thing to his lips, sucking the substance out of it as he surveyed her from under hooded lids. “I was persuaded that it would be worth my time.” A shrug passed over her right shoulder as she felt the burning between her shoulder blades indicating that she was being watched. She didn’t turn around though, if it weren’t Gavin she knew it would be disappointing and if it were… She tossed her hair and smiled, watching his growing smirk with some misgivings. It wasn’t the type you’d expect to see crossing a boys lips while he was flirting and she was oddly reminded of the memory with the cat, though she quickly suppressed it again as he held out the rolled paper to her, his lips stretching even further. “Well hopefully we can make it that way.” She didn’t touch anything that smoked, she’d never had any use for it, but the growing unease coupled with the burning between her shoulder blades had her reaching out and accepting it, bringing it to her lips and inhaling even as her brain screamed in distaste. It tasted just as awful as it looked, though she inhaled it deeply, passing the joint back to him and holding the smoke in with a small smile as she came to rest against his proffered side. It didn’t hurt to flirt a bit, not if she was trying to seem normal. Even though her brain registered that normal her didn’t pay attention to her frequent admirers, she didn’t want to think it all through. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke drift around them in soft waves as the hand that was attached to the arm around her waist came to rest lightly on her hip, causing her spine to tense.

(Concede To Do The Work For Free )

W e • p r a y • a s • w o l v e s • a m o n g • t h e • s h e e p •

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[Regulus Reinbach]

Regulus' eyes crossed the room and fell again on Kariana Travers. He kept looking over, staring intently for seconds at a time, but if she felt his gaze she didn't return it. It wasn't right that she be so far away. As his eyes came back to Gavin he felt a quick rise in his temper, and his nostril flared and reset, as did his temperament. Regulus had been left in the dark as to what had caused the rift that split the group and he hated that neither of his so called friends could tell him. If you couldn't share secrets with your best friend than what was the point of having one? He sipped again, at his flask, the familiar taste of scotch whiskey wiped any remaining bad taste from his mouth. The past was past, and in any case Regulus had long ago given up the notion that knowing the cause would make any significant difference. He would stand by his friends no matter what they had done, even if they no longer stood by each other. Finding Gavin's face and then looking past it Regulus could help feel the pangs of bitterness creep back up.

“Held off?”

"A story for another time," Regulus responded, no longer in the mood to discuss his personal affairs. "Suffice to say that I'm not quite so well thought of as you are as marriage material," he quipped and then grinned a thought occurring that erased any remaining trace of cloudy demeanor. "Which is fortunate of the women of Galaxia, nay Austria, nay again, all of Europe." It was hard to see being single as a curse whilst standing in a room full of girls who inhibitions got lower with every drink of overproofed punch that passed their lips. "If you'd like mate, you could pick out a girl and I shall bed her in your name," Regulus continued allowing the whiskey to speak freely now, giving Gavin the slightest of bows as though the suggested 'bedding' was a noble quest. And why shouldn't it be? Gavin was no longer allowed to romp freely, the least Regulus could do was allow his best friend to live vicariously through his sexual exploits. After all, that's what friends are for.

Kariana walked past, or as near past as she was willing to get, but Regulus had been so absorbed in the undertaking of his new quest that he had nearly forgotten to ogle her as she walked, luckily the view from behind was plenty scenic as he watched the vixen waltz right into the arms of some sleezeball who Regulus didn't even bother raising his eyes for. With his perfect view ruined Regulus tuned back into his conversation with Gavin, who he was just now realizing he saw near every day at quidditch practice on the very pitch he just claimed to never see him on...perhaps it was because Regulus had started drinking just before the afternoon practice sessions. In any case it was good of Gavin not to call him out. "I bet she has," Regulus said nudging Gavin's shoulder. Of course, again Regulus was more often than not aware of Gavin's late night activities being that they shared a dorm, but the truth was no match for Regulus' whiskey wit. "And speaking of, you still need to pick out tonight's lucky lovely lady," Regulus slurred reminding his friend of the challenge set forth.

[Gavin Dewhurst]

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[/i] keeping the two of them apart. She might have heard the rumors about Tyrell, she might have thought that she knew what he was into....but she had no idea. The pair of them had always had an agreement, Tyrell would stay away from those that Gavin said to, just a handful of people he didn't want subject to the animal depravity, and in turn, Gavin would turn a blind eye to the women that he brought up to his bed, pretend not to hear the screams that would break through the silencing charms put on his curtains, and not pay attention to the morning that followed. Gavin was the picture perfect pure blooded male in almost all aspects, within their world he knew he had been bred perfectly, genetically superior to most in this good by all standards. But Tyrell...he was the embodiment of what everybody else pictured pure bloods to be. He was exactly what all of the mudbloods and muggle born thought of their world. He was the savage beast to Gavin's lion. They might have the same purity of blood...but they were opposite in every other way. Kat knew that. He might have shielded her a little too much in this aspect. Tyrell knew of their falling out, but he had thought that the events from only a few moments earlier whenever he had been standing right next to him might discourage him from what Gavin could see in his eyes at this very moment. Pure, unfiltered lust for something that he could never have. He could have crushed the bottle in his hands with his bare hands had he not been so distracted. He should have been a bit more heavy in his warnings. Even if she was doing this deliberately, he didn't think she would have actually put herself in such danger. Unlike Gavin disowning her, if Tyrell figured out what she was, he would disembowel her. Literally, if he thought he could get away with it.

He downed the rest of his beer the second that she touched the insect. If he didn't, he was going to go over there and cause a scene. It was innocent enough for now, where Gavin could still see them out of the corner of his eyes. But he still didn't like it. He was going to need something a lot stronger than beer if she was going to keep this up. Until then, he snatched another as it passed in front of him, trying to keep his eyes on the blonde woman shaking her lithe hips just for him, and failing.

Smoking? That was incommensurable. Disgusting, filthy habit. She really was throwing herself off the deep end here with that. Clearly, obviously, deliberately where Gavin would have to watch. She was doing it for attention, she wanted him to intervene. She had to. Was she ploying a pathetic attempt to make him jealous? She was failing. It wasn't jealousy that he was feeling, it was something much stronger than that. He knew that he wasn't the only one watching the raven haired beauty. The shorter man at his side was leering as well. Albeit, for his own reasons that were very different than Gavin's. He had to see that she was acting foolishly, bordering on imbecilic. The conversation between the two men was still flowing, but it obviously slowed as they were both distracted by the same patch of red, insistent upon embarrassing herself to the whole room. "A story for another time, Suffice to say that I'm not quite so well thought of as you are as marriage material," What that was supposed to imply, was beyond him. Just because their houses weren't on the same 'ranking' level, didn't mean that he thought of Regulus any differently. It was hard for him to fathom that he would have trouble finding a wife. He had always shown no deference to dipping his wick in those with less than perfect pedigree. Regulus might not know that Gavin's marriage was 100% arranged, but Lucinda was hardly perfect. For him. Though, to Regulus she might seem perfect. She did to most.

"Which is fortunate of the women of Galaxia, nay Austria, nay again, all of Europe." Merlin that better be the alcohol, the way that something else was starting to creep into Regulus' words as he let his mouth fly off unchecked from his place next to him. Though, normally he had a pretty high tolerance, his flask was making him bold. Too bold. "If you'd like mate, you could pick out a girl and I shall bed her in your name," he didn't think he had ever really lain a hand on Regulus before, only in jest. A playful punch there, a well aimed Quaffle kick perhaps...but never done so in anger. He wouldn't have reacted so strongly normally, it was Regulus after all, being that they were friends afforded him a small amount of leeway, but this was crossing a line. He might have even been able to confine himself if it weren't for the potent cocktail of liquor and potion coursing though his veins. He didn't like the implications behind those words. Not in the slightest, nor did he like that it seemed to make his already simmering blood, boil. Like he was now castrated, and Regulus could only scoop up the leftovers. It was an affront to them both. The spite behind his words so thinly veiled, as if he was rubbing it in his face despite the claims to not having as many prospects. As if Gavin couldn't have any woman in this room four times over with nothing more than a well placed smile.

The lack of direct consequence from Gavin at his words only seemed to encourage him. ”I bet she has," his eyes cut to Reg's at the bump of his shoulder in warning. He needed to take a lap. "And speaking of, you still need to pick out tonight's lucky lovely lady," The little sideways glance toward Kariana at the words was too much. Gavin took a final sip from his drink, measured in an attempt to calm himself, and failing. His elbow came up quickly, connecting with something sharp that he thought was Regulus' jaw, Gavin's now slender body following through with the motion as he pivoted on his heel, other hand dropping the bottle in his hand, allowing it to fall to the floor and shatter while his hand closed around Reg's throat. He walked the two of them backward. “I think you've had enough.” he seethed, wrenching the flask from his friend's hand. If he didn't stop, that word might not apply to them any longer.


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(THE SHORTER STORY, NO LOVE, NO GLORY)

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[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

_{I'll Speak My Mind Whenever I Feel Slighted}

( I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge )

T a k e • h e a r t • s w e e t h e a r t • o r • I • w i l l • t a k e • i t • f r o m • y o u

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She was right, had been right- the acrid smoke in her lungs tasted awful,even more so than it smelt... it didn't stop her as she took the proffered joint again though, pressing it between her lips and inhaling even deeper than she had the first time. Because it was pushing the more bestial side of her down, was delaying the reactions that she couldn't help but to fall to lately, was muting her sense of smell and the ever present urge to just fall to her knees and break every bone in her body simultaneously until the whole world could see the physical manifestation of her monster, could see just what they were pushing day in and day out without a thought to the consequences. She held the smoke in even deeper, pulling the thing back to her lips for another drag even as the previous bounty welled within her, filling lungs and throat both to the brim before she passed it back- her breath faltering to an unnaturally still state as she watched the boy beside her send her a look of approval. She had no doubt she'd be hearing later how obviously this was something she did in her spare time and kept hidden from the team- which was ridiculous seeing that it was this very substance that she'd harangued more than a few members over using so publicly in the past. She exhaled slowly, enjoying the way it burned back up the tender lining in her throat so much more potently than it had on the way down. Pain was good for reminding one why they were in the situation they were. She went cross-eyed watching the last vestige of smoke trail away from her lips, completely ignoring the dark chuckle beside her and focusing instead on the throng of bodies in front of them- on the smoke still drifting over them... anywhere but at the two males to her left. She could already feel her head lightening, the slightly dizzying reaction bringing her stomach up to her throat as she accepted the nondescript cup he'd been sipping from as well, lips parting to allow the dark amber liquid to float down her throat- quenching the sudden thirst she felt rising within her. "Thirst is a shameful disease," her words were low around the rim of the cup, eyes rolling to his as the crooked grin flashed over his lips- lifting the beer he now held in response. "So here's to the shameful cure," he toasted his glass upwards- her own tilting just slightly in response. The started passing the objects back and forth- both watching the party before them- at least she thought he was, she couldn't be blamed for not seeing his eyes so steadily trained on her person as she fought so diligently not to turn her gaze to the male hanging in her peripheral vision. He hadn't left at least, that was something... Only the shifting of their stances had her turning more fully- looking on with confusion as some sort of physical altercation seemed to break out between the two of them. This would have been the moment for her to head over to them, to break up whatever disagreement they had and tell them they were behaving abominably. Only... her feet weren't working right- and she didn't have that right anymore. She felt the insistent tug at her hip, turning to meet the disarming smile of the boy next to her as he shook his head. "Ignore it 'cher, ain't got nothing to do with you." He was right. Nothing to do with her anymore. She wasn't allowed to let it. She oriented her body back towards the party, fighting the urge to walk over there the best she knew how through her hazy thought process. She could feel her feet floating though... the thought worked its way past her conscious mind as she looked down at the rolled joint that was resting between her fingers. She wasn't aware that she'd been smoking the thing, truthfully it still tasted just as disgusting- but it was helping to take the edge off of her...

She felt the body next to her shift, felt his breath trickle over the skin of her neck and turned her face slightly, both to discourage the movement and to raise confused eyes to his. But his eyes were on the skin of her throat, his lips attempting to move over it in a way she hadn't seen coming. She couldn't even distance herself fast enough, limbs freezing in place. She pushed him halfheartedly, attempting to recapture his attention but he seemed so insistent, so unwilling to listen to or even acknowledge the shake of her head. His teeth grazed the skin as she moved her hands to push him again- her eyes narrowing as a niggle of worry worked itself into her brain, this time putting her arm between their bodies and trying to push him completely back- away from her, but the hand at her hip begun to dig into the material beneath, her unease increasing as the fingers pushed hard into both fabric in skin, bruising. It didn't just feel insistent anymore, the mood radiating off of him- the smell- was one she was unfamiliar with. Whatever it was wasn't something that she wanted to evaluate any further either though, his movements weren't tender or lustful, they were cruel and would have been painful had her mind been where it ought to have been. She could feel her control slipping, though whatever it was that he had rolled in the paper had dulled the monster within her, something only moments ago she had been grateful for. She wanted the brute strength now, wanted to be able to physically escape the other arm he was bringing up as if to trap her, wrapping around her with the same intensity as the one on her hips- pushing into her skin as if he were trying to sink into her. "Stop it!" Her voice was low although the venom within it wasn't as she finally managed to duck out of his arms, pushing him off as her palm slapped his hands away as they tried to recapture her. A move that even had he been someone she wanted to be with wouldn't have been attractive. That faintly amused expression was still on his face, the same she'd seen the night she'd caught him with the mangled cat and suddenly her brain was registering the unease sharper. She knew, she had known, but she'd been to eager to escape herself that she hadn't questioned it. Hadn't questioned him or her decision to come stand by him. He was devoid of memory, safe in that department even if it was apparent he wasn't in others... Her lips turned into a sneer as she threw the joint down at his feet, turning on her heel and leaving his low laugh behind her even as it threatened to crawl up her spine.

She wasn't weak, she wasn't going to stay and be treated like that- she'd already been here too long- she'd come for an escape and she'd received it somewhat. At least her mind was still pleasantly numbed. She knew she'd have to pass by Gavin again, she could still feel that itch between her shoulders as she did so, though she was fighting too hard to keep her feet steady as she moved past to even bother to check- much to her gratefulness. She didn't want to anyways. She couldn't bare to. She stumbled through the bodies, eyes finding Avery still dancing her way through the crowd and briefly considering going to let her know that she was leaving... but she didn't want the girl to try and attempt her to stay, didn't want the coercion she would try to employ, and anyway her tongue was thick in her mouth- too thick to form proper excuses. Right before she hit the door she was rewarded with seeing Avery dancing with what looked to be two guys, a feeling of relief that her attention was diverted washing over her. At least someone was having fun tonight; she knew she should have stayed in the dormitory. Her whiskey dulled the physical side of her monster, maybe not quite as effectively as that blunt had, but it never left her feeling as disoriented as all of this. She made her way slowly down the corridor, heels clicking in the sudden silence her mind had been too numb to process, her hand going out to the wall to support herself as she quietly made her way past the people in the hall until she was in the quieter part of the dungeons, her eyes going around her with little interest... until she was forced to realize something. Fuck. She'd gone the wrong way in her haste to get away from there. Of course she had, because this night obviously hadn't been bad enough. She started reviewing it in her hazy brain, realizing that she had probably been in the party longer than she had originally estimated. Not that the thing would really be winding down any time soon. She was also aware that Tyrell had also probably been touching her more than she had realized at the time as well. Nothing obvious of course, but her brain was piecing together that his thumb had been moving against her hips for some time as she looked out at the crush of bodies and thought over the Gavin situation. Drinking was much safer, so much more familiar. Whatever herb he'd stuffed within the paper was obviously potent, probably why he'd been so willing to touch her like that in front of people, why he'd been willing to get aggressive before she finally managed to pull away. He had a nasty reputation yes, but she doubted that anyone knew just how twisted that boys mind was.. The cat... why hadn't she fucking listened to the warning memory with the cat...? It had disturbed her so ardently then- still did if she allowed herself to focus on it... The hand not trailing the wall came up to rub at her eyes as she turned on her heel, heading back the direction she'd come... only to be slowed by the sound of footsteps approaching from the same place.

Who would be coming back here? Fuck. Her brain scrambled to make sense of it, the worry mounting within her stomach. If it was a teacher she was inebriated enough to show visibly, coupled with the drugs in her system... She could feel her body fast tracking to get rid of it, but it wouldn't be nearly quick enough were she to be tested tonight... She couldn't afford to get into this kind of trouble, small infractions yes... those just involved a light detention. This? This would surely get her kicked off the team, her Captain's title removed. The remorse built up within her body, depression threatening to swallow her whole. She couldn't lose that too, not on top of everything else that she had lately. Her body pressed back into the stone behind her, eyelids tightening upon themselves as she slammed her lids down. Fuck. Damn. Fuck. The steps were uneven, heavy... almost as if the person behind them was intoxicated as well... Why had she not noticed that before? She silently cursed the heaviness of her brain as she pushed away from the wall, eyes opening. It was probably just another student who had come back here as well, gotten turned around just as she had when they'd left the exit. Merlin knew there had been enough substances in the place; potions, alcohol, and other drugs alike. She'd have to tell them unless they realized it themselves. She began walking again, her hand going back to the stones to balance herself. She knew from experience that the alcohol within her would be wearing off soon, what with the heat her body was giving off. The drugs though... that was something new. Her brain didn't seem to be lightening any, she could only hope the increased metabolism would take care of those soon as well. Although ... it would be nice to have a whole nights rest... nice to slip into oblivion behind the drawn curtains of her four-poster without having to wake up every ten minutes covered in a sweat that had nothing to do with her increased temperature...

(Concede To Do The Work For Free )

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WORDS!
WEARING! this
NOTES! And the awful begins
TAGS! Students
INSPIRATION!

[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

”You're going to get in trouble” Trouble? She was the head girl and she hadn't said anything to anybody about it yet. He couldn't help but rolling his eyes. Nobody was bothering them in their little corner of the common room, Victoria hovered over her make up bag as Tobias picked through the contents with a scrutineers eye. ”If not, you're going to get hurt” Now that, was far far more likely than the other. He couldn't help but smile at her as he patted the fanny sack strapped to his thigh rather than his waist. It had more than one concotion in it to keep him safe should something happen. “I think you'll find I've covered all of my bases” he plucked an item from her bag and handed it to her, Victoria leaning forward to ring his eye in the brown liner he had chosen. It was all so silly, she had said, attempting to look 'darker' for the party. Marcus wouldn't go with him, she wouldn't go, and Amina was off doing who knows what. If he wanted to go, this was going to be his very last chance to do to. These parties were often talked about and he hadn't gone to any of them. Not once over the years, and he knew that it was open to any and all students. It just so happened that it was mostly Slytherins that attended because it was in the basement. Being from Gryffindor...he was going to have the furthest to travel. Not that it was too horrible, he could just slide down the stairs and swing through the bannisters well enough. He had done it plenty of times before. Being so obsessed with potions, he was more than a little familiar with the layout of the dungeons. His clothing had been chosen by Marcus with a sneer and a warning to reconsider, that it was just going to be a 'hump-fest' and Tobias was better off in his dorm. Tobias didn't want to stay for too long, he just wanted to see what it was all about.

The woman sitting next to him stopped her path after finishing one eye, huffing. ”Tobias I'm just not comfortable with this...you're making me an accomplice” Perhaps if he had considered her to be closer to him, and not so annoying...he might have cared. He never had understood what it exactly was about the red headed woman that he couldn't get along with...Marcus seemed to like her well enough and all, but they just never managed to click. She was only helping him because Amina was otherwise occupied. At Tobias' lenghy sigh, she pulled back. ”Well fine then, you can figure it out yourself then” and she snatched up the floral print bag he had been holding, and marched off. Leaving him with only one eye lined. Well. It wasn't a good look...but it was a look he supposed. Now, it was just to wait until it was a good time. He had to wait until everybody else had gone to bed, following Victoria's lead he supposed. A few students snuck off to do something or another, and then finally, he was alone in the common room. Most people would have thought he was just a part of the couch, even those in his own house didn't look his way twice. At least this time it was a good thing as he sprung from his chair and slithered out of the portrait that was the door to their commons, and begun his descent into the dungeons.

It took maybe thirty minutes to get there, and as he had expected...it was dead silent. All of the twists and turns that comprised the labyrinth under the school were mostly known to him, so he had no reason to fear. Every now and then he would hear a set of shoes and a student would go stumbling past him. At least that meant that he was going in the right direction if nothing else. It must have taken him far longer than he would like to admit, but he had made it to the entrance, he assumed from the slight scuff marks in the doorway and the hints of broken glass on the floor. He thought he heard something down the hall part of the way here, but it disappeared quickly enough. Taking one step inside he was flooded with sights and smells. His eyes widened and he stepped right back out, processing. At least he was finally at one of these huge parties. A large, slender blonde haired man pushed past him gruffly without apology and headed off in some other direction. A very large part of Tobias was just pleased to be here, without even having to go inside. It wasn't like he was going to have anybody to talk to anyway. Still, he might as well go in for just five minutes. Taking another step forward, he heard it again, whatever it was, and faltered. Was that person? Female person? Damn his human ears. He could shake it off, like it was nothing and go inside, he had come all of this way. But what if it was something? Kicking at the broken glass and stuffing his hands into his pockets he headed down the path in the direction of the noise. If it was somebody having sex – which was the most likely scenario, he could always just turn back around.

TAGGED ! all students
WORDS ! 911
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! finished

[Regulus Reinbach]

Even if Regulus hadn't been such close friends, it wasn't hard to see through the show Kariana and Gavin were putting on. The way she had moved, where she had placed herself, Regulus wished it was for him, but he wasn't the one who abandoned her. No, he had been the good friend, done his best to patient, to understand that Ana was going through something and she would talk to him when she was ready. Unfortunately, Regulus Reinbach was not a patient man. She was wearing his last nerve with this latest stunt, Regulus was actually pleased to see he wasn't the only one suffering as Gavin downed the beer he had previously seemed content to nurse. Regulus let his glance wander out to Lucinda. This time it wasn't admiration for her appearance that drew his eyes, but curiosity. Did Ana and Gavin's closeness irk her as much as it did him? It was hard to think she wasn't the jealous type, but if she was, she wasn't showing it tonight. Regulus didn't have that luxury. He'd chosen Gavin over Ana for conversation and even though he wasn't talking to her she was still keeping tabs.

Even at his best Regulus didn't like being ignored. Drunk and in the middle of a party, being unable to draw the attention of what felt like his only real friend brought him to dangerous levels of attention seeking. Letting his whiskey do the talking was whiskey strategy, but it was working. Regulus still new where Gavin's buttons were. Making a blatant pass at Gavin's fiance was planned. The look that drew the first blow was actually the only move that wasn't calculated.

Even sober Regulus didn't stand much of chance against Gavin. And when his friends elbow connected with his jaw he was glad for the intoxication. He likely wouldn't feel the full effects of the blow until the next day. All his felt at the moment was numbness. Numbness and blood. There was no time to react before Gavin's hand clasped Reg's throat. His first thought was retaliation, but he had no momentum. He could try and throw a punch over Gavin's out stretched arm forcing him to let go and block the blow or keep hold and take a blow to the head, but before Regulus could so much as twitch his arm something else happened. Almost unconsciously, Regulus started laugh. Well, it was half-laughter half choking, but if his windpipe weren't blocked you would here the unmistakable sound of maniacal laughter of Regulus Reinbach.

If you asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell you what was so funny. It was a sheer unconscious act of insanity. The boy who thought he had nothing to lose might have just proven himself right. The girl he loved was begging a rapist to have his way with her, and his best friend was actually willing to kill him over a glance. But there was something truly funny about this scenario. Regulus' goal was to snap Gavin out of his drugged up zombie state, and he had done exactly that. His friend was showing real, raw, unchecked emotion for what felt like the first time in months. The realization made Regulus laugh harder. Pissing off his friends was his truest talent. He'd sacrificed several quidditch matches just to get Ana to have a conversation with him, and now he'd pushed a usually stoic Gavin straight off the cliff to homicidal rage just to see the reaction. Regulus couldn't tell if this made him a great friend or an awful one, but he wasn't sure it mattered.

When Regulus finally did get his hand to move it was just to tap Gavin's back, a sign of submission. His way of asking for his vocal chords back. A promise not to abuse the privilege of speech. "I'm good," Regulus assured his friend. It wasn't like Regulus not to fight back, but he couldn't say he hadn't asked for it. It didn't make his jaw feel any better though. "I know you've wanted to do that for awhile," Regulus attempted to grin, but abandoned the attempt to rub his jaw. "Did it feel as good as you hoped?"

[Kariana Gabrielle Travers]

_{I'll Speak My Mind Whenever I Feel Slighted}

( I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge )

T a k e • h e a r t • s w e e t h e a r t • o r • I • w i l l • t a k e • i t • f r o m • y o u

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Shit it was like the stones beneath her feet seemed to be swimming, her eyes training further on them as she tried to convince herself that she wasn't really tipping to the left- she could still feel the stone beneath her hand after all. ”A lone kitten in the dark. How poetic.” Her heart came to a stuttering stop within her chest as she looked up from the route her eyes had been tracing upon the ground, Tyrells face swimming in the darkness before her. What was he doing out here? “I got turned around, and I thought I’d left you back at the party. Was I not clear enough that your advances were unwanted?” Her voice came out just as bitchily as intended, pushing the cut into the words despite the hammering of her heart. This felt wrong, felt dirty. It reminded her. And she didn't want to think back to the memory she should have revisited before she'd gone and talked to him inside the party. She didn't want to because here in this corridor, with her as vulnerable as she was it was suddenly all the more real. She fought to calm her nerves, her feet resuming her track as if to walk around him when his hand snaked out- faster than she been able to anticipate to catch her across her cheekbone, knuckles digging into the skin as his other arm swung up to push her back into the wall forcibly. “Little kittens shouldn’t wander in the halls by themselves… when there are bigger things about.” His words were slow and dark, and she could fell the stone pressing into the back of her dress. Her breath was too labored, her thought process erratic as she registered the move, as her body seemed to pick up both the pain in her cheekbone and the pain in her back. She'd been hit before. By loads of people. And while Tyrell's fist didn't do nearly the damage he had probably meant she could feel the bone beneath and the swelled bruising that it brought about. It didn't help that the drugs seemed to have slowed her healing process- made it almost... normal... Her wand was in her purse, her hands twitched at her side as the thought registered, brief hope flaring but… the purse.. her purse which was on the floor where it had fallen when he’d pushed her. She could feel her heart accelerate even further as she caught his implication, her brain sluggish as she tried to pull the monster out. She hated that thing, wanted it gone, but it was always in the background trying to push its way out. So why was it the one time she tried calling it forward it was curiously absent? “You’re going to want to get your hands off of me Masters.” The anger came across clear, if somewhat lessened by the slur of her words. As much was clear by his answering laugh as he slid his body up in front of hers, arousal digging into her stomach. Arousal. Driving home just what his intentions here were. Her stomach fell out- acid filling her throat as she gathered together as much of her wits as she could. He meant to have her. To take her and the very thought was so sickening... Her body shrunk back against the wall, trying to find some sort of leverage, some space in which to remove herself from the cage his body was making around hers- holding her to the stone and cutting off her chances of escape.

“I don’t think I will kitty kat. Actually… I’ve just started.” His hand moved up her torso, sliding along her breasts slowly- pausing to grip them painfully before going the rest of the way up- coming to rest at her throat, fingers curling around it tightly. Her air supply cut off, the rush to her brain doing nothing to help her spinning brain, doing nothing to quell her sudden intake of breath as if to try and restock her supply. She could feel his fingers, bruising the flesh beneath- pushing even harder as if her very attempted breath was an insult to him. The chords in her throat burned, chafed against the contact as she gathered herself. She tried kicking out at him, but her legs were trapped in the position he held her in, his other hand sliding along her side as the hand holding her throat propelled her up the wall. She could feel her feet coming off of the stone beneath and she struggled against his hold, anger building within her chest as her toes scraped at the floor- skin from her open pumps dragging against it and breaking skin. The scent of blood assaulted her nostrils, mixing with the things coming off of the two boys. Because there were two, she suddenly identified as the other- more quiet- swam in her vision behind his shoulder, face overeager as he stepped in closer to the two of them. Two. She could barely fight off one. How was she supposed to cope with two? Her chest rose swiftly as she tried to drag air through her lungs, protested against the fact that she couldn't. She could smell it off them and oh merlin did that make it worse, smell the anticipation- twisted, smell the lust rolling off the two of them in waves, the anger coming from the one holding her alone. He was so angry with her. How had she not noticed earlier, how had she not felt it? Her body arched, the fingers loosing just slightly as she tried squirming from his grasp entirely, sharp inhale turned to held back groan as the other- why couldn't her brain identify him- came up suddenly to her side, his hand sliding between them to grip her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress upwards. Fury. Red clouded her vision, red tainted her breath, everything about her was red. Gavin was the only one who touched her like that, the only one who ever had. He was the only boy to ever have his hands up beneath her skirts and the fact that it was being tainted, almost tainted by these two slugs... her breath came quick- short spurts as she wiggled even more.. She was not going to sit here and let him handle her like this, but the fact that he was nearly two feet taller than her and the fact that she was still sluggish from all of the toxins left her little to do with it, even if her brain was working furiously as it could to try and counter that problem. “I haven’t seen your little protector around lately kitty kat.” Her brain identified Gavin easily enough in the sentence, her heart lurching against her ribs at the mere implication, maybe because she'd already thought of him once she wasn't sure- but she knew, knew it was him that was being mentioned even without the name. Why he was referring to him as her protector she didn’t know, but whatever the reason she found the depression harder to stamp back down within her chest than the rest of the feelings tumbling through her, making her all the more bogged down. “Frankly I’ve gotten tired of your games bitch.” His voice was slowly coming off of the rails, anger and hate coloring every syllable- driving out against the air around them.

He’d only asked her out once, they’d never had any problems that she was aware of… Her throat constricted when he tightened his fingers once more, eyes narrowing as they flashed at her. “You can act as cold as you want, little ice queen, think you’re so high above the rest of us.” He slammed her back harder against the wall, her mind identifying the point that was trailing up her right side as his wand, digging into the flesh beneath her dress, burning through the fabric entirely. “You’re still just a little cunt though. And I’m going to fuck you in yours... and your ass too, but I'll let him have that first.” He jerked his head in indication at the boy who was trying to pry her thighs further apart, sticky-sweaty fingers pushing against her skin as she clenched them all the harder. Tyrell's breath came out in short pants as he pushed his nose into her neck, tongue lashing out against it thickly as he pushed his pelvis into hers, forcing her thighs just far enough apart for the other fingers to find the purchase- slip between them and further up- and she nearly vommitted then and there, her legs just barely preventing those fingers from reaching their destination. She turned her head up in distaste, feeling the release upon her left leg as he shifted against her, trying to force her apart even more- trying to find purchase on him just as the other was. She could feel it though, even through the fog in her brain- feel the slight give on her legs. The give that meant she had some room to move them. She shifted herself- knowing it gave them more purchase but willing the risk, fighting back her flinch as the hot poker of a want tip started to tear into her flesh now instead- running circles on the skin as it slowly burned it away... Her knee shot out, connecting with his crotch as he dropped her, curses carrying across the hall as he yelled, body toppling to the side and pushing the other boy back as well. She wouldn't. She wouldn't... Hopefully someone would hear it, she already knew her chances of running off were slim at best. She fell to the floor and moved towards her purse, hoping and praying she’d reach her wand quick enough. She wasn’t a victim. She wasn’t a victim. She was the fucking queen. Whatever the attack had done to her confidence she knew that still to be true. She was the fucking queen, and she wouldn’t be violated like that. The wolf was bad enough, that was supernatural, she couldn’t have gotten him off of her if she had been two feet taller, even if she had been Gavin she couldn't have escaped that... “Crucio!” The pain hit her square in the back before she could reach the little bag, her form crumbling upon the floor as the pain spread within her bones. “You stupid… little… bitch.” Gods. She wasn't going to scream. She wasn't- but her hands pushed forward- elongating her arms as her body arched against the pain, sought to distribute it more evenly or just... she bit down against the scream threatening her lips- pain pushing through her all the more potent. A hand tangled in her hair and threw her writhing form back, a slow smile spreading across the thinlips. He was enjoying her pain, enjoying the muted groans coming from her lips. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a scream though, she refused at least that much. In comparison her transformations were much worse… but still, the pain was nearly crippling. She kicked out again, her foot connecting with his smiling lips hovering above her, the blood spurting out against her naked ankle. The pain cut off suddenly, his form doubling as she fought to stand.

She could see the slighter boy- circling warily as he looked to Tyrell for direction. He was weak, mindless, he was a sheep being herded. A little boy offered a prize he wanted but couldn't take on his own. Her lips curled, he was nothing. Tyrell was a threat- was a danger, but he was scum as well. She nearly pitched forward before she finally managed to get it right, her form straightening and fighting to keep its own balance. She just had to.. The wordless scream that screeched through his lips echoed off of the walls as he ran towards her, tackling her back into the ground beneath and going to her throat again. The stones seemed to bruise even harder, his other hand moving up her side to push through the mangled flesh- oh merlin she hadn't realized it had formed pits in her side, didn't know the damage was that deep until she could feel his digits pushing into her. And no matter which part of her he was in it was wrong, it was unwanted. It fueled her... The anger seemed to be breaking through her chest, building within her brain as she struggled against him, her head clearing somewhat as she felt the wolf brush against her subconscious, calling out to her. She'd never wanted it so bad, had never felt this attracted to that other side. She needed it. She needed to let that part of her out. That physical manifestation of her anger- of her power, her brain whispered. “I’m going to kill you bitch!” The laugh burbled past her constricted throat as she spit up in his face, ignoring the crunch of bones as he drew a hand back to thrust into her face, her nose. Her nose, lips, and part of her cheek. The bitch had big hands, oh gods she knew he had to have broken her nose, could feel the feeling of … offset within it, could feel the blood dripping down the space between her nose and mouth- mixing with that of her now split lip. The weight upon her chest as her body attempted to morph was painful, coupled with trying to move past the drug, it was like trying to catch water with her hands and hold it there. “Not if I kill you first.” She was promising him- she knew it. Because he couldn't be suffered to live. Not now. Again the fist hit against her face as he pushed harder down upon her, earning a strangled yell of fury and pain from her. How no one had heard it already was beyond her, they weren’t that far back from where the party was. All it should have taken was someone leaving the party to hear the struggle going on back here. Her eyes flashed yellow as he tried to come down on her, his lips biting savagely at her cheekbones, tearing the flesh- points of his teeth breaking her already bruised skin. She could hear the panting behind him, even if she couldn't see whatshisface, she could hear the sound of his zipper opening, the noise his pants made as the fabric was dropped to the floor. It was as if him laying on top of her was holding the wolf back, and nothing she was doing was bringing it out. “Crucio!” The pain hit her at the same time his teeth tore into the flesh of her throat, dull incisors tearing off a layer of her skin. Her back arched off of the stone in pain, angry yell bursting through her lips as she fought harder to get him off. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, how much more she could stand before the monster either completely broke through or deserted her entirely. The drugs, she knew the drug was holding it back- she could feel her fingers stretching, the nails threatening to break out but hanging just back against the pain and toxin within her.

(Concede To Do The Work For Free )

W e • p r a y • a s • w o l v e s • a m o n g • t h e • s h e e p •

And Slit The Necks Of Shoulders While They Sleep

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WORDS! 2,556
WEARING! this
NOTES! And it begins...
TAGS! Students
INSPIRATION!

[Gavin Dewhurst]

what i am to you
(BUT HES NOT ME)
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[/i] It wasn't Reg's fault. Most of it anyway. The boy could only be faulted for his stupid mouth tonight. Yet...Gavin was punishing him for crimes that weren't his own. He felt the first tap to his back, and it didn't even register as something touching him. Like hearing under water, but the second had his eyes refocusing on the person in front of him, the strained, oxygen starved words coming from his lips. "I'm good," It took a moment, but Gavin's grip relinquished one finger at a time. Hand moving to adjust the neck of Reg's shirt, an apology for losing his temper. It didn't happen often. Almost never in truth. In the morning, he would just chock tonight up to the alcohol. Something he was already reminding himself he needed more of. Quickly. "I know you've wanted to do that for awhile," Not to him he didn't. "Did it feel as good as you hoped?" His gaze diverted, pulling the flask from Reg's grip for himself. “Not really,” he wanted more. Reg just didn't deserve it. Gavin's body shifted, turning once more to look out over the crowd, but Lucinda wasn't dancing any more. She was standing stark still in the middle of the dance floor, shocked....horrified. Like he had embarrassed her somehow. Perhaps he had.

He didn't move to stop her as she turned to leave the dance floor, pretense of her showing off for him gone as she left to the side of the room. His eyes followed her halfway to the door before he decided that he just didn't care to watch her any longer and shifted his gaze back center, not seeing the faces of anybody else left in the room. He couldn't even see the red anymore. That had to be a good thing. He didn't need to confront her, not tonight. Not now. He polished off the contents in the flask without even asking permission, and thrust the metal back against Reg's chest. “You should get some sleep, yeah?” it wasn't a question, but instruction. They both should...he just had some business to take care of first.


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and so it is, just as you said it would be
(THE SHORTER STORY, NO LOVE, NO GLORY)

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[Tobias Leberecht]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Marcus would have known what it was. Marcus would have already heard exactly who the voice belonged to, and would have taken action or moved past whatever it was. Of course, the one time that he went anywhere without his better half, something like this had to go and happen. He had to be bothered with hints of something just outside the normal scope of his hearing range. His fingers danced impatiently at his sides, the urge to go into the party as war with his inquisitive nature. He knew which side was going to win, he didn't really even know why he was fighting it. Since when did he care about the parties? He knew exactly why. He just didn't want to admit it to himself, stupid pull. Stupid burning in his fingertips and strange cotton feeling in his chest, like he couldn't inhale quite deeply enough. Thankfully his feet were moving for him, were carrying him down the hallway one hesitant, heel-toe step at a time. Wary...just in case. He was fairly quick on his feet, but he didn't know the dungeons as well as he knew the rest of the castle. He didn't know every inch of these dank spaces like he did the rafters on all of the other floors or even the grounds where he spent the majority of his time. Too many people tended to be down here, and he didn't even mean human people, necessarily, just...people. Beings. He couldn't feel them here...but it still felt...wrong. Whatever it was he was about to be in the middle of...he didn't want to be in the middle of. He could feel it...in his bones. His hand moved not for the wand tucked into his back pocket but the small zipper on the fanny pack around his waist, feeling the comfortable shifting of the various vials within at every step. Quiet enough for any other human to not hear, but just loud enough for him...unless his mind was just putting sounds where sounds didn't belong...he did that. Tended to think things made one sound just because his mind thought that they ought to...even if no sound was ever even made.

He could feel something...swelling within him. Like this, cautionary heat, something pulling his footsteps forward faster with the sounds of fabric on stone, just the pulling, the scuffling sound...he couldn't even describe the way dead tried to overcome him. Not dread for himself, like something outside of his body was pulling him forward, a string attached to his chest urging him to hurry, that an organ was out of his body and he needed to retrieve it. His feet pushed against the floor at a jog, why was he jogging? Why was his heart hammering so fucking hard? He couldn't explain it. He hoped more than anything it was just going to come up on nothing, that he was going to find some people groping one another, be grossed out, and then go back to the party. He knew that wasn't what was going to happen though, knew it the moment he heard a female voice....the distorted noise still a protest. Something slamming up against wall, a body? “HEY!” he shouted, wanting them to know they weren't alone anymore, whoever they were, doing whatever, that they were about to have an audience and they should know it. For some reason or another. Grunting, heavy breathing....that was all he could hear as his quickened pace took him around a corner, he was running blind...pitch black hallway all around him. A flash of red light signaled him that he was in the right place, red light...that wasn't allowed. He didn't even have to really use magic to know that was bad. More impacts and he was on them, they were down at the other end of the hallway, he just needed to get to them. Not that he knew really how to help...but he did. He would have to. He just needed to get there, then whatever was going to happen, would.

“I’m going to kill you bitch!” Laughter....Kariana. He almost stopped, the force of the shock so powerful, the cold overtaking his whole body as his hand moved to the pocket on his hip, extracting a vial and throwing it as hard as he could toward the smaller body apart from her, the vial shattering against the ground and a steam coming up, once inhaled he would stop, he would double over. He would have to. It was going to be....unpleasant. This was why he carried his potions unmixed, for times like this. If that had been coupled with another, it would have been heady...on it's own however...he was in for a very bad night. As if he wouldn't have been already. “Not if I kill you first.” That was his girl. Even in this situation he felt his head shaking, pushing off that feeling. He didn't even know where that came from. She was in no word his, they weren't even from the same place, she wouldn't even make eye contact with him. He had no business thinking such things. They weren't far from him now, his eyes widening as he saw the punch, how was he not at them yet? It was like the hallway was lengthening to keep him away. “Crucio!” Again the red light. Unforgiveables? In the castle? What the hell were all of those Aurors for if they couldn't even stop this from happening? Typical ministry incompetence, it had to be. It infuriated him. “NOO!” he shouted, his hands going for another potion but shoulder connecting with the body casting the spell instead. Breaking the red light, leaving them once more in darkness, his body and the other skidding down the hallway for a good while, the stone biting into his clothes, tugging as they moved and finally came to a stop. He could hear the man about to say something, feel the rate of his pulse as his hands moved back to the fanny pack, grabbing the first bottle he came to, and smashing the glass against the boys face. It was rougher than he knew that he needed to be...but he was angry. He didn't know how to handle angry. He never got angry. He knew what had been able to happen...and he just....the steam from this one spreading both into the mans face and his own, burning the inside of his nostrils and he felt like he had glitter behind his eyes...not the right one. So he went for a second, thinking enough to remove the stopper this time, and dumped it in the area of what he thought was the boys mouth....though it might have gone right up his nose.

He was just grabbing things at random, he knew what all he had on him but he had no idea just what it was that he was grabbing...or the effect that it was going to have on him. He just knew that his eyes started to steam...and his breathing sounded like it was bubbling. Ah. That one then. He wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon then. Tobias shoved his body to the side of the other guy, what stupid hair he had and picked himself up off the floor, feeling in the darkness while he fumbled in his bag for something else, finding it at the bottom and snapping the stick in half, shaking the contents until they were glowing. He had a wand....it was still in his back pocket...it was just never the first place that his mind went to. For whatever reason. He brandished the glow stick in front of his face until he could find Kariana again, his hand extending to help her up, whatever had happened to her physically should have been healing by now, should have started the process so at least he knew that she was going to be alright, even if she didn't seem to know that as of yet. Mentally...that was a whole other issue. “Kariana?”

TAGGED ! all students
WORDS ! 1335
OUTFIT ! CLICK
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! finished