wondering and finding things out (padfoot)

[erin]

phoenix sighed as he walked of to the balcony of the astronomy tower. he sighed as he lit a cigarette and smoked. he looked down over the grounds as he exhaled smoke out of his nose. his black shoulder length hair blew in the wind as it blew. he wore a cuasal outfit that included; a pair of worn and torn jeans with a plain black shirt, that showed the tattoo he had that went all way down his left arm and a pair of worn out old shoes that were his favorite.he was enjoying the peacful slience of the tower and the grounds below. he wondered what his mother would think about him and everything, if she were here and alive today. he sighed as he shook the thoughts from his head. he didnt hear anything as he looked over the grounds from high up in the tower.

[rodney]

Yesterday had sucked. The day before sucked, and what else was new? So far today, sucked. Michael still did not know many people at this school, that was what he got for switching from Durmstrang in his last school year. Then again, was it worth it to be alone most of the time, to not have to deal with all the bull shit that surrounded him back home and at his old school? Yes, it definitely was more than worth it. Things were looking up a little bit, he had just heard the girl he had met that he liked had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. Or she had broken up with him, either way it did not matter to him. She was single, and so was he. But today, he was alone. James and Kelsey were busy, and Michella was no where to be found. He thought perhaps she was avoiding him after the last time they had talked, the only time they had talked.

Today he decided that he was going to go up to the top of one of the towers where he would be even more alone, as in no one at all around him like there normally was. This school was so big and yet it's hard to find a place to be just to yourself! He figured that would be a good place for a few cigarettes and maybe that blunt he had rolled the night before. After all, he had no intentions of finding Michella or going to see his son, so who the hell cared if he got high that afternoon? Right, no one. When he got dressed he pulled on a pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt. Even when it was cold he hated to wear long sleeves, because it hid the tattoo on the underneath of his left forearm. He only hated to hide it because it was his currently dead father and currently two year old son's first name, Cody.

Sticking his pack of Marlboro's and the blunt in his jeans pocket and the lighter after that, he made his way up to the North Tower, there would be no reason for anyone to be up there on a weekend, right? Well, when he finally got there he was terribly disappointed to find that there was another boy sitting at the window, smoking a cigarette. Oh well, they wouldn't be there all afternoon he figured, so he lit one up himself and moved to the next window about three stairs above him. He inhaled the smoke and held it there for a few seconds before exhaling a large cloud in front of him out the window. He was not sure whether or not to talk to the boy, so he stayed quiet, but he pulled the blunt from his pocket to admire his work. Maybe this kid smoked too? It might be nice to smoke with someone again. If not, maybe it would get them to leave. Either way, Michael stood there leaning against the wall wishing there was something else to do today.

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[erin]

when he saw the puff of smoke,phoenix took his lit cigarette out of his mouth and held it with his index finger and thumb as he exhaled smoke thought his mouth as he turned around alittle and saw another boy there,beside himself. he was smoking as well. he throught he may as well introduce himself. he looked around at room for a moment then he looked at him before saying to him" hello there i'm phoenix, phoenix vipers" he normally asn't the first one to talk to person.

[rodney]

Leaning against the wall Michael looked out at the grounds for a few moments, looking around at nothing in particular. What was there to look at, after all? Nothing interesting to do was here unless you had friends to go do it with. If his best friend Alek was here, instead of Durmstrang, there would always be something to do. Alek had been the only person that Michael ever hung out with back at Durmstrang after all the stuff that happened in years four and five. Which meant a really shitty year six. Then again, to go from happy teenager to basically orphaned teenager, to alcoholic, to father to recovered alcoholic that smokes weed, in only two years was definitely a lot to handle for any person. He always wondered how Alek kept up with him. He rolled the blunt around in his fingers, eying it to make sure there were no openings or anything like that when suddenly the other kid turned to him and spoke up.

This was a first, someone trying to talk to him. Usually Michael had to make the first move in a conversation, relationship, anything. He knew it couldn't be because he intimidated people because he just was not that kind of guy. This guy here seemed more like that guy. Maybe that was why he spoke up first? So Michael knew he wouldn't get mad or ignore him if he tried to speak with him? Either way, he was kind of relieved he did not have to sit here in silence anymore. The boy introduced himself as Phoenix Vipers. Interesting name, Michael kind of liked it. Why couldn't he have a cool name like that? Michael was so... redundant. He nodded his head, put on a half of a smile, and said in his thickly accented English, "Nice to meet you. My name's Michael Rodney." Immeadiatly after that he took another drag off his cigarette and exhaled it out the window once more.

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[erin]

phoenox nodded as he took a drag of his lit cigarette, then he exhaled before he looked at him and said" it's nice to meet you too michael." he looked at him and saw the blunt that he was rolling in his hands and said" you smoke weed too? i do sometimes, but every offend since i don't have access to get it all the time, but i don't have right now" he looked around the room for a moment then he took another drag of the cigarette then exhaled it though his noise and sighed as he looked at him.

[rodney]

This was not a very conversational two it seemed from the start, but it would only be a matter of time before they got to talking after the introductions, right? Hopefully, Michael thought to himself. If the kid was going to be here with him, they might as well talk while they smoked, right? Phoenix returned the comment that it was nice to meet him, and Michael did not say anything right off the back. Instead he sat the blunt down on the windowsill because it was not windy, no way it would get blown away. He exhaled the smoke this time out of his nose, almost forgetting he had taken another puff of the cigarette. This kid seemed cool enough, and when he saw the blunt, he commented on it. He explained how he sometimes did smoke pot, but he did not always have access to it. Michael was the opposite, he always had access to it, because he could leave the castle whenever he pleased so he could go see his son. So whenever he got low on his stash, he would just go spend the day with his son, and get some before returning to the castle. He assumed not many people at Hogwarts smoked pot, but you never know.

"If you want, you can smoke it with me. It's pretty decent." he told Phoenix as he eyed the blunt. Michael figured it might be nice to not be on his own for this today. Normally he only smokes a little at a time, not taking the effort to roll a whole blunt for himself. After all, that was way more than what you needed for once person. Then again, when you smoke, because you can't drink, you do it more often. Because he could still function when he smoked but he definitely couldn't when he drank. He knew when to stop smoking but drinking, he wouldn't stop even if he was completely shit faced drunk. He smoked the cigarette absentmindedly as he now turned to face Phoenix. "If you ever want any, I can get it for you easily." he said with a grin. Michael had always had connections and always had a reason to be gone from school.

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[erin]

phoenix nodded as he exhaled some smoke from his mouth,before saying" i'll keep that in mind." then he looked around as he finnished his cigarette and flicked the butt over the ralling and watched for a moment as it fell down to the ground.
(sorry it so short)

[rodney]

Michael looked back out the window as the flimsy little cigarette butt fell out the window next to him when Phoenix flicked it away. It didn't float because of the lack of wind, it just went straight to the ground. They were so far up there was no way they would be able to see it land, but out of habit Michael was watching it anyway. Taking another couple puffs off his own cigarette he ashed it out the window and turned back to Phoenix.

"Would you like to light this up when I'm done with my cigarette?" he asked, gesturing to the blunt on the windowsill. If he did not want to it was easy enough to keep it to himself, but he really honestly did not want to. Because his only other friend here only drank and smoked cigarettes, never pot. So he kind of missed having someone to smoke with. It gets boring on your own, but it made him care less about what's going on around him. WHich was the effect he was looking for.

Soon enough his cigarette was almost out and he as always took a final drag when it was close to burning his lips because it was so hot, and then he flicked his out the window the same way. He followed his until he could no longer see it and looked back up at Phoenix. "I think I've seen you before. What year are you in?" Michael asked, hoping to keep the conversation going. He did want to make more friends after all, and if he remembered right this was the way to do it, right?

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notes, this post kind of sucks ballz. xD really short. no muse?

[erin]

phoenix looked at him and nodded as he said" yeah sure and i'm a 7th year. what year are you in?" he sighed and looked around as a puff of smoke came out of his nose as he breathed out. he looked at michael and said" what house are you in?" he didn't know what else to say.

[rodney]

Shortly after Phoenix said yes to the blunt being lit now, Michael snatched it up off the windowsill and pulled his lighter from his pocket. While he concentrated on lighting the end evenly he heard him say that he was a seventh year. Hmm, maybe that was where he had seen him before? Probably in a class or another, after all, Michael was taking enough of them that he had to have at least one with the kid. Right? Or so you would think. "I'm a seventh year too." he said absentmindedly as he stuck the blunt between his lips and started to puff on it over and over again until it was lit. When it was finally burning correctly he took a large drag and inhaled it, holding it in his lungs for quite a while before exhaling out the window, with only a slight cough on the end.

After that he looked up to Phoenix, who had just after that asked him what house he was in. It was that question that always got Michael because he knew there were house rivalries but he had no idea where they were. Mostly because he was new to the school, so he did not have a history with everyone the same way the students that went there did. Which was why he switched schools in the first place, but beside the point he still did not get what the big deal about your house was. He supposed it had something to do with personalities and what not, but it still to him, made no difference if you were a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin, if you were cool to talk to then he would talk to you.

Taking one more hit off the blunt and holding it in the same way before exhaling the cloud of smoke before him, he thought about phrasing this so if the kid was supposed to be his rival they would not jump into a brawl right there. Because Michael really did not feel like any bull shit today, but then again, this kid didn't seem to want to deal with that either. So he past on the blunt to Phoenix and then said, "I'm a Gryffindor, but if you want to get technical I'm an ex-Durmstrang student. I just started here this year." Yes, that should do it, no?

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[erin]

phoenix nodded as he looked at him as he saw him light the blunt he had brought. and said" cool i'm in slytherin but houses don't really matter to me, i'll be friends no matter what house their in" he looked around. he knew what he said was very unlike what people usually thought slytherins thought but it was true. he took the blunt from michael and held it to his lips and a drag of it and held the puff of smoke in for a few moments before exhaling it thought his nose, before he held it out to him. he didn't really care about houses. he only thought of them as a way to control and sort students. he looked around then looked at him.