YOU & YOUR BEAUTIFUL LIES;

[luxe]

It had only been a few days and the seventh year slytherin was already bored out of her mind. School always did this too her, she hated being back here and she looked forward to getting out already. It was good bye to her freedom and hello to consistent supervision. Unfortunately the girl’s lenient parents were here and she was sure that the supervisors here wouldn’t take her bullshit. As of yet though she hadn’t been in any trouble since the very first day she walked into this jail as she called it. The girl was more than thankful to be done in two years, it wouldn’t come fast enough though. Till then she simply had to put up with all that went on around her. She was being distant though this time back and she couldn’t understand it. Usually she was a social butterfly but she hadn’t left her dormitory yet. Perhaps she just wasn’t used to this place anymore or she just was tired of it all. It was all politics and standing; something Adele Davies was a part of but cared not about it.

The girl had spent most of the day and afternoon sitting on her bed. Fingering the fine silk silver and emerald fabric of her bed spread. The worst part about being in slytherin was the dormitories, in the dungeons seriously. Where was the sun and the air. It was all artificial light and was always extremely dark. If Adele was a betting person she supposed she would be back on her way to losing her tan in less that six months. With a sift movement she tossed the picture in her hands into the corner. She didn’t know why she even bothered to bring a picture of her family here. It wasn’t like they would ever write her, no they were to busy. It didn’t matter where she was or how much trouble she would get in. They simply just didn’t have the time for Adele, which only added to her hardness. Soon there would be no coming back from the facade she tended to put on. It didn’t take much longer before she felt her feet taking her off her bed.

Smoothing out her teal tank top as she stood up, she looked into the mirror. The two cerulean blue eyes pierced her back as she examined herself. The colour she had chosen as a tank only accented her tanned skin and bright eyes. It also showed off her toned arms and body. The tank met a large thick distressed brown belt with a large gold buckle. There was a section of toned skin between belt and tank; with a hint of glitter. Adele had gotten her belly button pierced when she was fifteen and often changed her jewellery. Today it was simple just a large diamond stud coloured emerald. Adele was a slytherin through and through as her favourite colour was green or rather teal. To finish off her look was a pair of skin tight shorter shorts. Working out and tanning had done her well over the summer. The blond shook her head as she walked away from the mirror. Slipping on a pair of brown ballerina flats she headed out of her room.

Letting her feet go where they wanted, she didn’t know where she was going as of yet. Since being back she hadn’t explored much. That was until she got a brilliant idea. It had been a week or so since she had seen Tiberius. The way their last meeting had ended had rather pissed her off and she wanted uninterrupted time. Perhaps he would be the way to kill her boredom after all he had done wonders during their last meeting. Adele sighed as she walked to the owlery to find her owl Patron. Original, oh yes she knew that but she didn’t care. The little cream coloured bird bit at her finger she approached and she couldn’t help but scowl at the menacing little bird. Pulling out a piece of tan paper and a black sharpie she wrote on the piece of paper. The girl’s large calligraphy words disappeared as she rolled up tying it with a piece of gold string. Tying in to the bird she whispered to it before walking away.

Looking at the silver watch on her wrist she noticed it was only five in the evening. Lots of time before seven. Again she knew she wouldn’t be heading to the great hall for supper. It wasn’t that she was anorexic she just didn’t eat often or all the much. Not to mention sitting at the slytherin table with all the young kids usually made her loose her appetite even if she was hungry. So tonight would be like last only she wouldn’t hide out in her room. The whole thing had pretty much lost its amusement after first year. Usually the petite blond would eat before the others so she didn’t have to eat in all the ruckus. It was a clear evening and the sun was still out. It looked as though it would be a beautiful night and a wonderful opportunity to be at the north tower. It had been her sanctuary for many sleepless nights; just looking out at the grounds it usually brought her to a centre.

Unfortunately there was many steps involved in order to see all the glory that the north tower had to offer. But in Miss Davies’s mind it was more than worth it. Making her way up the many stairs she smiled softly to herself. It was fitting that her first outing be to her favourite place at all of Hogwarts. It took her a good fifteen minutes before her efforts were rewarded. Finishing the last two steps, victory was hers. A victorious smile washed over her as she made her way over to the railing. Place a hand on the railing she lifter herself up so she could sit upon the railing. Pushing her back against the stone wall she lifted one leg up. As one leg rested on the railing, the other dangled over nothing. It had never bothered her that she could simply just fall into nothing, obviously the fall would kill her. But since a young age the girl had no fear. Simply she waited as her eyes wandered out over the grounds.

[phoenixphyre2]

Tiberius Leonardo Greyback pulled back the sheets from his bed and shook himself awake. It took him some time to get back to complete consciousness. He looked out the window and saw a pitch black canvas lit up by bright stars in the sky. Ty was having a pretty hard time trying to get to sleep. Picking up his wand, he stood up as quietly as he could. Tip-toeing up to the Slytherin Common Room, he sat down in the comfortable, black leather couches furnished there. A chill went through his body due to the cold feel of the leather, but dissapeared soon.

Everything seemed quiet. Everyone was probably out with dates, doing homework in their dorm rooms, or out in the Great Hall. Times like these made him ponder. About his personal life, Death Eater issues, and most of all...his werewolf affliction. His father, Fenrir Greyback, the most infamous, merciless werewolf and Azkaban escapee in the past three decades, was back with him and his twin, Demitri. Tiberius had handled some secret business at Borgin and Burkes for his father. That attitude had raised Ty into the man he was today. Muscular, scarred, aggressive, and even emotionless when needed. Those were his characteristics when he was in the Underground. The place was a living hell. Filled with vile werewolves fighting each other for survival. Overall, his training with werewolves had gone fairly well. He had an abnormal amount of control over his affliction compared to most others of his age. His brother on the other hand, not so great.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Ty stood up with a groan. Using a Disallusionment Charm, he cloaked himself in invisibility. Silently, he walked out of the black Slytherin common room into the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. Some of the Prefects and Heads were still up, but he did not bother about them. Occasionally, Tiberius found the unusual silence in the stone halls to be disturbing. Today...he felt as if it was necessary. Working his way up from the Dungeon to the North Tower, nothing seemed to be able to disrupt him. On the other hand, time seemed to stop and he appeared in the Tower in an instant. Looking up, he breathed in the cool winter night air. It seemed to revitalize him. The Slytherin shivered, but quickly came over the cold rush. Sighing deeply, Tiberius Greyback laid down on the cool stone and stared up at the twinkling stars.

Tiberius did not really care if anyone saw him. Most of the time, guys would stay away from him. This was because he was a Greyback and a werewolf. And the girls. Well if girls saw him they usually giggled hoping that he would talk to them. On the contrary, Ty passed a group of Slytherin girls on his way here. He knew they were up to no good and of course, they wanted him to 'be a part of it'. Just because he was a player and a werewolf, did not mean that he was an idiot like them.

In his hand was a bitten apple. He was obviously eating it. Looking at his bare left hand, Ty wondered when the time would come when he was also branded with the Dark Mark. The thought made him shiver. A sharp pain stung his chest. They were wounds from the last time he went Underground with his father and brother recently. He clung to the werewolf wounds he receieved. It burned him.

Breathing in the cold air, it sent a rush down his spine and filled his lungs. In his mind there was nothing better than the fresh spring air of the late night. Suddenly, Ty heard the slow pattering of footsteps behind him. They seemed to get louder with every step. He knew the person was getting closer. His heart was pounding heavily. Of course Tiberius Greyback was slightly worried that it might be a Prefect, or worse, a professor, but he wouldn't let anyone know about that. He moved his hand away from his torso. "Hello. Who's there?" Tiberius called out.

All of a sudden...his heart calmed down into a slow, rythmic thudding. He did not care if anyone found him. Breathing in and out once each very deeply, Tiberius took a swig of the butterbeer bottle in his hand. Gulping it down, it revitalized his dry throat and quenched his thirst. The rush of sugar provided by the butterbeer brought him back to reality...kind of.

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