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[rodney]

TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT
watchin' some good friends screaming
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<sup>Another long week had passed and this was the first weekend in a while Michael was not planning on leaving the school to go see his son. He had no idea what his plans for the earlier part of the day would be, but he told James he would go to the pub with him tonight and do some relaxing, as there was so much on his plate right now. Michael was used to not getting much sleep, worrying about things that cannot be changed, but until recently James had never had that worry. He was glad he had met that kid because he would be pretty much alone at the school if that were the case. But alone here was not a whole lot different than alone at Durmstrang, with the exception that he did not have haunting memories hanging over his head no matter where he turned when he was here. This past term had been nice and he got better grades than he ever had before because he had nothing to do but concentrate on school and hang out with James.

As for the morning he had spent it sleeping in, something he rarley got to do away from school because his son liked to wake him up early. Even at the toddler age, they still did not sleep in as late as you would like them to. Michael had woken up around ten that morning and showered long after most everyone else had. When he got back to his dorm he pulled on some jeans and his boots and sat on his window ledge smoking a few cigarettes and packed a bowl figuring he had no reason to not be high for a few hours or so, he had nothing to do after all. After that he was pretty lazy just lounging around the common room for a while, picked up a book, which he had not done in ages. It almost felt productive to be reading, even though it was the only thing he had really done yet that day. When he was about halfway through the book it was nearly two in the afternoon, so he decided to stop wasting away the day and went back to his dorm to put a shirt and coat on and go outside.

Normally wandering the grounds without anyone to talk to would be a good time to clear his head, but there was not that much going on up there for once. Well, as usual he could not stop thinking about his son and wishing he was there instead of at school, but he did need a weekend off every once and a while. He also had recently gotten himself to stop thinking about everything that happened that lead up to Cody in the first place... After all, it takes a while to get over the fact that your mum went homicidal and killed your father while they were out one night. He also decided to stop worrying about how he would be able to find another apartment when school was over... He had moved out of his Aunt and Uncle's house the summer before, but had to give the apartment up during the school year because he did not have a lease on it or anything. The landlord had wanted to rent it out while he was gone. But that also, would be a matter for another time and place.

What Michael Rodney needed today was a distraction. What he really needed was a friend to come along and hang out with him, but of course the only friend he had was James and he was with his wife today. That left Michael alone until they went on a drinking benge tonight. His little bit of a high had almost completely worn off by now, and Michael was bored out of his mind. When he finally realized where he was, he had followed the path all the way down to the Black Lake. What was he supposed to do there? It was still probably too cold to swim, after all, it was just barely going on spring. But intead of wandering further, probably into the forest, (because that whole idea that the forest was forbiddon made him very curious as to why) he decided to plop down at the waters edge. As he often did, he sat with his knees pulled up and leaned back on his arms. He looked up into the yellow sun, which you could actually find in the sky today, and he sighed. This would be so much better with someone to talk to, instead of being on his own. As always.</sup>

tagged; Yumi =]
words; 7 8 0
lyrics; under pressure by queen
credit; to brook from caution

[zambini]

Michella was happy. Not that this was unusual for Michella, as she had no drama in her life. Nothing to think about, but, that's the way she liked it. No drama, no tears and crying over things. Ace. But, she realised, many people in this castle were depressed, sad, or angry about something. And why? They only had one life (unless they were a vampire) to live, why spend it being depressed about something? If Hogwarts Monthly had an advice column up for grabs, Michella would be up there in a shot. But, the last time she checked, there wasn't, so she couldn't. She skipped outside, looking for someone, anyone, to talk to. At first, there was no one, so she kept searching. When she'd been in Peru with her family, there'd been no tribes but, the further they jumped about, they found a lovely tribe that had water and food. So that taught her to never stop looking. Then, finally, she saw something. Someone. A boy. A cute boy, no doubt. He was lying, looking at the sun, and even though she was a distance away from him, she heard him sigh. Wandering down to the boy and sitting next to him, she smiled.
"Bună acolo. Numele meu este Michella. Eşti OK?" she asked. Somehow, it didn't sound English. Damn. She'd speaken in Romainian instead of the language he probably understood, English.
"Sorry, sorry! What I just said was, Hi there. I'm Michella. Are you OK?" She apologised, blushing like crazy and looking concerned.

Notes ?! - Okay, why have I got her no drama!? That's what makes my posts so dang short.

[rodney]

TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT
watchin' some good friends screaming
- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !

<sup>Sitting in the sun, just lying around, was going to kill him. He was tired of sitting on his own, tired of being on his own. While it was nice, because at Durmstrang he had never had a moment to himself, he kind of missed the few friends he had left behind. Like Aleksander and Anastas. It was not fair that to get everything else he wanted, he had to leave behind the only two people who he really talked to. Knowing he was going to be hanging out with James tonight helped, but it was just not that easy when you're lonely and bored. What was he supposed to do with his days? He actually had his homework all caught up for once, and he had nothing else on his plate with Cody at his mothers. This was the only time he really missed being a Durmstrang, even with all the bull shit and lies that came with it...

For now he lit a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and started to puff away. Stupid bad habits, he knew he should quit, if not for his sake than for his sons. But it was the hardest thing in the world to do, and he knew because he had done it... And then started back up again a month and a half later. No more quitting for Michael, he isn't a quitter! That was what he had joked around with James saying not only a few nights ago. But now he thought perhaps he would be better off just going back up to his dorm to smoke some more, after all there was honestly nothing out here for him. What was the use in just sitting outside? Even in the sun there was no way his skin would tan and it was way too cold to go swimming, no matter how inviting the lake looked right now.

That was when he heard footsteps from a ways away, and he cocked his head to the side to see who was coming. There was a girl walking towards him, a rather pretty one at that. That was all he found at Hogwarts it seemed, beautiful girls and some kids that just ignored him because he was new. This girl did not seem to want to ignore him though, as she was walking right to him. That was unexpected. He had figured he would be sitting here alone for a few hours more if he did not get up and leave. Then again, there was a chance that she had just been wandering as he had been and decided the Lake would be a great spot for a rest. Which it really was he had to admit. He could understand why when James went running that it was always circling the lake. It was calming, peaceful and it just kind of mellowed you out when you have a lot on your mind. There was no where like this in Durmstrang.

When the girl finally got close enough to him, she spoke to him. In Romanian. Michael recognized the language immediately but could only understand a few words from it. She seemed to have introduced herself and asked if he was okay. That was unexpected, he had not met anyone around here that spoke different languages, as far as he knew he was the only one who came from another school. He had had a few Romanian friends in his younger years in Durmstrang before they drifted after he lost himself with everything that happened. Then it was like they had never been friends at all. Then he heard her kind voice speaking again as she blushed. She apologized and said her name was Michella and asked him if he was okay once more. He smiled at her, he could pull the same thing back, being a smart ass, and pretending he only spoke Bulgarian but that would not be very kind of him he supposed. "Приятен към срещам се с ти I'm Michael." he said in Bulgarian first, and then again in English, with his still pretty thick Bulgarian accent, "Nice to meet you. I'm Michael." he smiled at her as he said it.

Then he remembered she had asked him a question, she had wanted to know if he was okay. How was he supposed to answer that? He could just simply say he was fine, just bored. That would cover about half of it. He puffed his cigarette as he pondered this shortly, and decided that he would go a little more into detail. After all, she was pretty and every time he met a girl he would even consider going out with someday he had to make sure they had no problem with his past, so he said, "Yeah I'm alright I guess. Just have a lot of things on my mind..." Yes, that was usually enough to get people asking questions, and he could do the same in return. Assuming his accent was not to thick for her. When she spoke Romanian it was perfect and when she spoke English it had been perfectly clear as well so he was not worried. When she asked what was on his mind, if she did, he might even tell her he was missing his son and wishing he knew more people here. After all, you can't make friends if you can't trust people, right?</sup>

tagged; Yumi =]
words; 8 9 9
lyrics; under pressure by queen
credit; to brook from caution

[zambini]

"Приятен към срещам се с ти I'm Michael."
"Уау, разбирате български? Това е готино. Мислех, че съм единственият, говорят различни езици. Харесва ми името си. Знаех, някой в Перу наречен Майкъл.*" she replied. Finally, she didn't have to speak in English. She didn't have anything against English, it was just it was so common! And speaking in other languages was fun.
"Yeah I'm alright I guess. Just have a lot of things on my mind..."
Sighing, she sat down next to him. She spoke in Bulgarian, as to make sure a nearby Gossip reporter didn't hear them properly.
"Можете ли да ми кажете какво не е наред? Не е нужно да, но мога да ви помогна. Харесва ми помагаше на хората. Аз не харесвам ги виждат тъжно.**" She smiled kindly.

Notes ?! Muse.Running.Low.Sorry crappp post.
*Wow, you understand Bulgarian? That's cool. I thought I only speak different languages. I like the name. I knew someone in Peru called Michael.
** Can you tell me what is wrong? No need to, but I can help you. I like helping people. I do not like seeing them sad

[rodney]

TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT
watchin' some good friends screaming
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<sup>This girl seemed nice enough, she was talking to him at least. That was a nice change of pace for Michael. He was used to people walking by and ignoring him. She must have heard her sigh earlier when he first got settled on the ground, other wise she would not have any clue something was wrong. Unless his body language just gave off the fact that he was thinking about stuff. Which it might, he did not bother trying to hide what was going on in his head anymore, it did not matter. After all, he had gotten used to the fact that everyone knew his business, which was not true here. He looked away from her and to the ground for a moment as she spoke again, this time in bulgarian.

She was surprised that he spoke Bulgarian, which made him grin. Apparently no one had told her that there was a former Durmstrang student attending at Hogwarts this year. He looked up to her and spoke back to her in Bulgarian, "Yes, I speak Bulgarian. I actually lived in Bulgaria until this past summer. I transferred here from Durmstrang." he explained to the girl who introduced herself as Michella. "I like your name too. It's very beautiful." he said with a handsome grin. He looked much more adult than most people probably looked at seventeen, but for the last couple years he had had to act more adult than most people do as well. All the wear and tear on his body he caused himself by drinking and smoking and drugs was not really that obvious yet, but he knew it would only be a matter of time before it was.

Trying to keep the conversation happy for at least a few moments more, he decided to make an observation. "You must travel a lot to be able to speak Romanian and Bulgarian on top of English."</sup>

[/b] he said to her, quite pleased that for once he could speak the language he was most comfortable with with someone at Hogwarts. He never thought he would see the day when he found someone else speaking Bulgarian at Hogwarts. It was funny how he could have spoken English for so long now, after all, his baby momma Jasmine was English and he had gotten slightly used to the language before they had hooked up. Even being at Hogwarts and speaking nothing but English for quite some time now, he was still completely more fluent in Bulgarian. It's one of those things that just sticks with you no matter what you do in life, he supposed. Which was kind of cool, because now if he told this girl what was wrong, then no one who might walk by would hear his story.

She asked him if he minded telling her what was wrong. That he did not have to, but that she liked to help people. He smiled kindly up at her, because she was still standing and he said, "I don't think you can help with what I am thinking of."[/b] he said, continuing to speak to her in Bulgarian. "Unless you can get my son here instead of in a flat in England," he said shortly, with not much else to it than that. He would wait until he knew her better to tell her about his father and mother and what had happened three years ago now. No one needed that sort of thing on their mind, and it was something had had been burdened with for a while now, and the heartache started to fade. But right now he wished he was chasing Cody around the park because that would be a lot more fun than sitting on his own here on the grounds at school. He looked away from her after he said that, and back to the ground, wondering what she would have to say about that.

[/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote]tagged; Yumi =]
words; 6 5 3
lyrics; under pressure by queen
credit; to brook from caution

[zambini]

Michella nodded at his first comment, and then, unexpectedly = "I like your name too. It's very beautiful."
The younger girl blushed at his words. "No, it's not." She gave him a modest half smile. Her name was from France, and, coincidentily, meant, Feminine of Michael: gift from God. She smiled at this thought.
"You must travel a lot to be able to speak Romanian and Bulgarian on top of English."
"I speak many languages,"[/i] she smiled kindly, "My mother, father and I go exploring a lot. We never stay in the one place. Well, I do. Here."[/i] She looked around. "It's a lovely place and you can practically feel the magic around here."[/i] She nodded. She looked over the lake. "There are merpeople and a giant squid in that lake. It's quite funny actually."[/i]
"I don't think you can help with what I am thinking of. Unless you can get my son here instead of in a flat in England,"
A son? What age was he, seventeen? A smile still hovered over her face, but he looked away. She sighed and plonked down next to him. "That's so cool." she smiled. But inside, her heart was lowering. To be absolutley honest, she kind of liked him, which, considering she was with Cole but slept with Charlie, and now had a new crush, wasn't the smartest thing to have.
The reason her heart was lowering was because of one question on the tip of her lips which she couldn't bring herself to ask - are you still with the mother?
She suddenly felt so disgusted with herself, the tears dripped down her face. She turned away from Michael. She placed her head in her hands and cried softly.
She spoke to him, still in Bulgarian - "I'm so sorry. I don't normally ... cry in front of people."[/i]

[rodney]

TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT
watchin' some good friends screaming
- - - - - - - - L E T M E O U T !

^{The girl was shy, and Michael thought that was kind of cute. She shook her head and disagreed when he told her that her name was beautiful. He smiled at her and nodded at her. "Yes it is, dear."}

[/i] he said softly, still watching her closley. She was a very beautiful girl, and he definitely wouldn't mind getting to know her a little better. After all, that is what he set out to do when he reached Hogwarts, right? Meet new people and get to know them? He needed some more stability in his life, and more friends to escape to. So this girl sitting down to talk to him is exactly what he needed today. Even if she did not even know how badly he needed another friend, she came along just at the right time to rescue him from returning to the same dark place he had been before. Everything had caught up with him earlier this year and he did not want to handle it. Not now.

She thankfully kept the conversation going, and said that she could speak many different languages and that those were only a couple of them. Michella told him how her parents and her travel and go exploring a lot during the time she is not in Hogwarts and that they are never in one place for very long. It sounded exactly like the kind of thing Michael would do if it were not for being tied down with a toddler. There were all sorts of places Mike would like to take his son, when he was old enough to remember it. Because there were lots of places he would like to see, and he couldn't stand the thought of leaving his son home while he went on an adventure. Something told him his ex girlfriend would not be so happy about the arrangment, but she would give in eventually he knew. Besides, she had to get used to Cody being away more often soon because Michael wanted him to hopefully live with him after this school year was over. After all, he would be out of school and working... Somewhere...

Michella then commented on Hogwarts itself and how it always felt so magical. He smiled in agreement, he could not have said it better himself. After all, he liked it so much better here than at Durmstrang. Everything about Hogwarts was nicer, from the grounds to the people wandering them, he liked it a lot more. She told him of the giant squid and merpoeple in the lake and he kind of cocked his head to the side and leaned closer to the waters edge. "Well, I'm glad I know that now, instead of after I went swimming." he said, and some people might think he was joking but he was completely serious. He had so long wanted to just take a running start and jump into that lake for a swim, and now at least he knew what to look out for when he finally did so. Some people might not want to swim in there after hearing all that, but it only made it sound more fun to Michael.

When he mentioned his son, he got a completely different reaction than he had been expecting. That's so cool. she had said. That was a first, since when is having a child when you're fifteen a cool thing? Well, to him it was cool because he loved his son to death, but most people would not think that it was so cool to be tied down to something like that so young. After all, a child is the biggest responsibility anyone could imagine, because you are responsible for another human life. Well, that meant that she was for sure obviously accepting of the fact that he had a son, which was nice to know for future refrence. Michael smiled at the thought of Cody meeting her, he was a social little two year old. He would be smiling at her and waving all the time, and trying to say her name no doubt. His son and him had at least one thing in common, Cody was a flirt as much as Mike had used to be once upon a time.

Then what happened next kind of surprised him. She put her face in her hands and started to cry. The tears from her eyes slid down her cheecks and her arms after hitting her small hands. As they had their whole conversation, she spoke to him in Bulgarian, and said that she was sorry. She did not normally cry in front of people like that. Michael was not sure what to do, had he said something wrong? "Michella, I'm sorry if something I said upset you... What's wrong?"[/i] he asked her, putting an arm on her shoulder and flicking his cigarette butt off into the distance with the other hand after taking one last drag. What was she upset about? She had not seemed to mind the thought of his having a baby, but then what was it that upset her? Had she lost a baby in her past? Was she thinking about anything along those lines? Nothing made sense all the sudden, and Michael did not know what to do, but he wanted to make sure he had not said anything wrong. After all, he did kind of want to get to know her well enough to go out on a date, but he coudn't have her crying when he asked her. If he even did today...

[/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote]tagged; Yumi =]
words; 9 2 8
lyrics; under pressure by queen
credit; to brook from caution

[zambini]

The young blonde felt even worse when Michael thought it was his fault, when it wasn't. It was nothing to do with him, it hadn't be something he'd said and honestly, she wasn't sure wether he could say something nasty. Not to her, at least, or prehaps he would when he found out what a dumb slut she was.
The words that were about to stutter and stumble out of her mouth were still in Bulgarian. "N-no no, you've n-not d-done any-anything. I-it's m-me and my, my dumb self." she sobbed. "i'm s-such an idiot!"[/i] She hugged her knees close to her chest, as close as she could. It made her look extremly small and vunerable, not like her usual self. "I was drunk and met a boy and .... we ... we ... Oh God!"[/i] She wept. She hoped he could decipher what she was saying.
"And my b-boyfriend C-cole will hate me when I h-have to tell him."[/i]
Then she breathed in deaply, hardly believing what she was about to tell him. "And I-I feel l-like such a s-slut because I b-barely know this b-boy and I have a c-crush on h-him already... Oh my God, What am I going to do?"[/i] she questioned herself rather than Michael. "I already hate myself for it."[/i] A deep shiver ran down her spine as she realised his arm was and had been for a while, around her shoulders.

[rodney]

TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT THIS WORLD IS ABOUT TERROR OF KNOWING WHAT
watchin' some good friends screaming
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<sup>Michella continued to sob when Michael had put his arms around her, trying to put her back into a calm piece of mind. After all, whta helps more than knowing there is someone literally right there who wants to help and make sure you're okay and feeling better. She finally spoke again, still speaking his language, which was so nice for him. To finally be speaking his own language again after all the time he spends in England with Cody was the nicest thing in the world. It came so naturally to him, where when speaking English it was too, now, but there were still times when he would have to stop and think about what he was saying. He listened closlely to hear what she was trying to say through the sobbs. She told him that she was an idiot, and he could see looking at her that it was not true.

She seemed to be disappointed in something that had happened, so he waited patiently, rubbing his hand up and down her back, hoping she would give away a little clue into her story. That way perhaps he would know a little better what to say to make her feel better. He would simply tell her she was not an idiot, but without knowing the story he had no idea if it were true or not. Not that he would admitt it if she had been he was sure he would probably keep that to himself, just trying to get her crying to be put on hold. But when he got her story, he had a feeling he knew how she felt better than even she did. She told him that she had gotten drunk with some boy and she left off the story at that, crying again. Michael could not only guess what had happened that night because anyone would guess it, but because he knew the situation all too well. That was how Cody had been concieved after all.

When she continued to speak again, she said the one thing that completely let down his mood though. She had a boyfriend, and one that was not that boy she most likely seems to have slept with when she got drunk. Ouch, it felt like a knife to the heart, now he knew for now he had no chance at asking her out. Why would he bother asking out a girl who was dating another guy, after all? He would not blame her or judge her for her drunken one night stand on her current boyfriend, because he knew depending on what you're going through, alcohol can completely alter your personality and turn you into someone you just aren't. Which is why there is only one night a year that Michael will ever drink again, and that is the day his father died. When his father died he had been a real alcoholic, drunk from dusk to dawn, but when he found out his one night stand was pregnant, he sobered up. Well, from alcohol that is. Now he stuck to his second love, which was smoking pot. But this sort of thing is exactly why he did not drink anymore.

On top of all that, she admitts to having just met a boy and having a crush on him, and that was where she lost Michael. How many guys can one girl like at once? God they were so confusing! Mike knew he would never understand the way their brains were wired, and girls said it was guys who did not make sense at all. Really, if anyone could make a girls train of though make sense he would probably give them all the money in his Gringotts account. Which was quite a lot considering he had his parents account seeing as his mum is in Azkaban and his dad was dead. Michael looked at Michella once more, and said, "I don't think you're a slut. Lots of us have bad experiences drinking. Trust me, I know a lot better than most why getting piss ass drunk is a bad idea. And as for liking another guy, we're still young, right? That's part of growing up is searching around until you find the right one for you? Isn't it?" he told her with a soft smile as he wiped a couple tears off her cheek with his free hand that wasn't around her waist.</sup>

tagged; Yumi =]
words; 7 3 8
lyrics; under pressure by queen
credit; to brook from caution

[zambini]

She took the chance to push herself closer to him. She felt warth and his heat pulsing through her body. She felt his hand rub her back, and she almost kissed him, as this is the way she'd react with Cole. She stopped herself just in time. No need to pile the drama on. She kept her gaze on Michael, he seemed deep in thought. Then, wise words left his mouth as he dried her tears and looked at her, "I don't think you're a slut. Lots of us have bad experiences drinking. Trust me, I know a lot better than most why getting piss ass drunk is a bad idea. And as for liking another guy, we're still young, right? That's part of growing up is searching around until you find the right one for you? Isn't it?"
She mulled the words over, then her face broke into a smile. "Thanks Michael, that rea-"[/i] she stopped. She sighed, getting up and wiping her tear tracks away. "Thanks, Michael, but you'd think differently if you knew it were you, wouldn't you? That's right. I'm crushing on you." She then turned away, and practically ran back to the Hufflepuff Common Room, going to her dorm to have a good cry.