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Post by adrienne on Jan 10, 2010 20:31:08 GMT -5
 --- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,.[/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] As much as Adrienne normally enjoyed the Slytherin common room, she hadn't had much time lately to enjoy it. Between homework and studying, not much time was spared to simply relax in the calm elegance that reminded her so much of her home. Today was the first day since the fight that she had finished her homework early with enough time to snuggle in the common room and read a book.
Still in her uniform, she was now curled up in one of the plush leather armchairs in the common room, her legs pulled up to one side and tucked between her body and the arm of the chair. Her book was resting on her lap, the gold tipped pages and black binding making it look extremely dark and official if one were not to see the front of it where the title was printed in golden, flowing scrip: Dracula. It looked in pristine condition, though Adrienne had read it enough to have the whole book memorized. It had been given to her by her brother Dimitri when they were young, on one of her birthdays. It was a personal favorite book.
The room was oddly empty, the only sound the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Not that the young French girl minded the quiet. It was always easier to read and to concentrate when it was quiet. Her eyes skimmed the page, her hands holding it balanced on her legs, completely focused on the book.
Only was her concentration broken when she heard the wall covering the entrance slide away and someone enter. Though she did not look up from her book. she was immediately alert, waiting for the person to make themselves known.
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Post by marcus on Jan 10, 2010 21:35:48 GMT -5
For the first time in ages, Marcus had nothing to do. He had already done all his tracking on Griffon, now knowing where the little prick was camping out, and just needed to assemble a few of his new found "friends" to come help him out. He had recently done the last of his researching, meddling with spells that he thought could prove very good use in the torture of Griffon, though the Cruciatus Curse would probably work just as well as any of the rest.
He walked down the steps to the dungeons where his common room was, hoping that maybe now he could catch up on his sleep. He had been having really bad nightmares, most involving Griffon and himself, that had caused his appereance to change quite a bit. His hair had grown out alot and was messier than usual, his eyes were colder than normal, and his skin seemed paler, almost ghost like.
Marcus pushed back the portrait, revealing the hole that led to the common room. Walking through, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes, placing one to his lips, lighting the end with his wand. He took a puff, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he plopped down on the couch, tossing off his over robe as he did so. He noticed the girl in the chair and remembered her from the fight a few days before. Looking from the book then back to her he chuckled a bit. "Good read?" he asked, having read the book several times himself.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 16, 2010 15:45:36 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne smelt the harsh scent of cigarettes fill the room and she nearly purred. She had stopped smoking last year, and to say she still craved it would have been an understatement. She continued reading and listening, licking her lips. She heard a voice disturb the silence, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.
She looked up, recognizing the voice, and nearly smiled in relief that it was Markus Harding, one of the boys who had been there when she and Goyle had gone at it. She was still a little sore from that day, and not just from the encounter with Goyle. Perhaps she wouldn't have felt so guilty had Kelsey not walked in on the very end of a very passionate love scene straight from a muggle movie between Adrienne and Kelsey's father, the headmaster. Of course, she hadn't slept with Robert to keep from expulsion. Money would have kept her in. She had actually wanted it, and she had gotten it, no matter how bad she felt about it now.
She smiled slightly. "I've read it at least a dozen times. It's a personal favorite. So much taboo in it, it makes it nearly impossible to resist reading every bit of it." She reached a hand up and pushed her dark hair back off of her face to keep it out of her eyes. Dark, chocolate eyes observed him, eyes that often missed near to nothing. And she noticed his paleness, the lack of luster in his eyes, his messy hair.
"You look a mess, Harding." She said softly, marking her page and putting it aside so she could give him her full attention. "Do you want to talk?"
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Post by marcus on Jan 17, 2010 15:17:26 GMT -5
"I've read it at least a dozen times. It's a personal favorite. So much taboo in it, it makes it nearly impossible to resist reading every bit of it." The little French girl had said. Though she wasn't small as in age, but rather small as in body wise.
Marcus took another draw of his cigarette, feeling the smoke engulf his lungs in pure bliss, or at least he thought of it that way. The nicotine was already making its way to his brain, causing him now to get that little buzz like most smokers had gotten. He wasn't addicted, nor had he done it for a long time. He only took up the habit just recently when he started to mess around with the Dark Arts, and track the bastard that killed the loving side of Marcus' family.
He looked over as he let the smoke out of his lungs, seeing her dark chocolate eyes piercing him, like his cold green ones did to pretty much everything in a room.
"You look a mess, Harding." She had said. "Do you want to talk?"
He shook his head a bit as he took another draw, now flicking ashes onto the carpet. No matter, he would clean them up later, and right now was just too lazy to make a cup for them himself. He looked back over at her, letting the smoke out as he spoke. "No, but it looks like you could." He suggested, seeing the way she was holding herself up. it looked like she was weighted down by some invisible force other than gravity. "What's up with you?"
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Post by adrienne on Jan 17, 2010 15:43:17 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] The little French girl watched him drop ashes onto the floor and she nearly shuddered in delight. Gods, she would kill for a cigarette, but she made herself resist asking him for one. So she simply watched him, observant eyes missing nothing. He asked if she wanted to talk and she had to resist sighing in gratitude. She did want to talk, but at the same time she didn't want to either. She didn't know Harding very well, and she didn't want the word to get out.
She wanted to run to him and throw herself into his arms and cry and confess everything. From her one night stand with Bret Lott to giving herself to Headmaster LeBlanc without a second thought to the consequences. She wanted to sob about Kelsey walking in on her father and Adrienne in the middle of something that was, quite frankly, not allowed inside the walls of Hogwarts.
But for now, she would resist the urge. No matter how bad she wanted to, she couldn't. She didn't want the word getting out, so for now she simply forced a small smile onto her face. "I'm okay. Just had a bad week." She replied, her voice soft and subdued, so unlike her.
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Post by marcus on Jan 17, 2010 15:54:46 GMT -5
He repeated the same smoking action as usual. Taking a deep breath, holding in the smoke for a moment, then letting it billow out of his lips. though he was now starting to alternate between lips and nose, making him look like a rather pissed of dragon, though he wasn't mad at all. He was more frustrated than anything. He was so close to his goal that he could almost taste it, and in ways, it made him sick. He was starting to feel more than he usually could, and he hated it all, wishing he could just go back in time to when he walled himself away inside him, only to have his back against a cold brick wall of shattered emotions.
His attention returned as she spoke, smoke billowing out from his nose. "I'm okay. Just had a bad week." She told him. He looked over at her, seeing her position change slightly in her chair. He knew something was up, knew that she was holding something back from him. He played it cool though and turned his attention back to the fire that sat in the fireplace, taking another draw from his cigarette before speaking. "Well, I'm here for ya if you do need to talk." He said through a billow of smoke from his lips.
That was really the best Marcus could really do. He wasn't big on having touchy moments, but when the time came, he could cave and have one.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 17, 2010 16:43:39 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne needed a hug, hugs always made her feel better. But her brother, Etienne, was not there. She stood slowly and moved towards him, her gait not it's usual saunter, but instead, a cautious crawl. When he was in front of him, her hand reached up to wrap around the edge of his cigarette. She took it from his hand and turned it so the good end was to her mouth. She inhaled sharply, nearly growling in delight at the familiar taste of nicotine. She exhaled it through her mouth then turned it so she could place it back in his mouth.
She then moved a little closer and pulled her arms up against her own chest so the were between the two of them and rested herself gently in his grasp, her head buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling his soothing, masculine scent. She breathed in and out slowly, the smell of nicotine, smoke, and pine filling her scenes and soothing her. She closed her eyes, simply allowing herself to feel.
She didn't want to move away just yet. Even though she felt better, it was far too familiar to be simply held. Not in the throws of passion, just hugged and comforted. "Thank you," she whispered against his neck. "I really appreciate this."
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Post by marcus on Jan 17, 2010 17:01:38 GMT -5
Marcus watched as she got up from her seat, walking cautiously over towards him. What was she up to? He could tell she was rather nervous or maybe just cautious? Before he knew it she was in front of the couch, looking at him. Her had reached down to the cigarette in his hand, and he motioned it to her now realizing all she wanted was a hit. He could of gave her one if she just asked. He watched as she took it and pressed it to her lips, inhaling sharply, then sticking it back to his own lips.
He took a puff of his own now, tasting her lips that were softly place on the end just moments ago. He was rather shocked though as he now started to bend down and rest her head against the crook of his neck. He blinked several times, not realizing what was going on until she didn't move, but simply stayed there. He placed an arm around her, reassuring the hung that she was trying to give or well in this case receive.
"Thank you." She told him rather softly and he couldn't help but smile slightly, though it still gave him a rather sickening feeling his stomach. He removed the cigarette from his lisp with his free hand, blowing out a little puff of smoke. "Any time." he said with a soft chuckle.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 17, 2010 17:13:46 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne didn't move for a long moment, but simply stood there, slowly settling down to sit beside him on the couch so the hug would be more comfortable for the both of them. She breathed in his scent, allowing it to sweep through her being, smelling the new smoke he released.
She simply sat there for a long time, his form so strong against her own tiny one. Until, finally, tears began streaming down her face. It first they were slow and silent, one, then another. And they continued falling until they became a steady stream. She sobbed softly, her shoulders shaking softly beneath his arms. Her breathing was only slightly harder, but far more jerky with her tears.
"I did something...very stupid...a few days ago." She confessed between her tears, nuzzling his neck in an attempt to comfort herself. "And I don't know why I did it, but I did, and it cost me my best friend. I was so foolish to believe I could get away with it." She moved closer to him, as if to hide herself from the world.
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Post by marcus on Jan 17, 2010 17:24:30 GMT -5
Marcus now was starting to feel a bit out of place, like he wasn't suppose to be the one sitting here right now and holding Adrienne so close. Not that he didn't mind doing it, it just had been so long since anybody had come to him for some sort of comfort. Mostly people only came to him when they needed help with work or they needed to pay somebody back easily. His had gently rubbed her back as he took another hit off his cigarette. She was so small compared to him, like a doll in the hands of a child.
He continued to rub her back and then he started feel his shirt become wet. He let the smoke fall from his lips and he bent his head down to make sure she wasn't asleep and drooling on him. He chuckled at the thought, but it was cut short as she moved herself onto the couch and he could see the tear stains on her cheek. At first they were calm, but soon enough she clung to him and started to pant in the familiar struggle of emotions that he had also had a part with in his own days.
"I did something...very stupid...a few days ago." She confessed between her tears, nuzzling his neck in an attempt to comfort herself. "And I don't know why I did it, but I did, and it cost me my best friend. I was so foolish to believe I could get away with it." He felt her move closer, as if trying to hide from the world, and now he could feel the goosebumps creeping softly over his skin.
He gave a soft nod, still rubbing her back softly. "It's okay, we all make mistakes. He told her softly.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 17, 2010 18:43:34 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne allowed her tears to fall down her face and against his chest. "It wasn't a mistake, it was pure stupidity. I knew what I was doing and I still didn't stop myself." She whispered softly, her arms leaving the space between her body and his to wrap around him, holding herself to him. Her sobs continued for a long while, until finally they became slower and slower and then stopped all together.
She pulled away from him and brought her hand up, wiping the make up trails off of her face with the edge of her sweater's sleeve. "Sorry." she said softly, forcing a smile onto her face through the tears. "I must seem like such a fool. I barely know you and I just got your shirt all wet." She laughed softly at herself, though it was not a full hearted laugh.
She then looked down at her knees, close together to keep from her skirt riding up any more than necessary. "Thank you for allowing me to cry, though, I've gotten make up all over your shirt." Her voice dropped in embarrassment at the beige and black stain on his collar.
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Post by marcus on Jan 17, 2010 20:45:47 GMT -5
He felt her move a bit more, the tears still pouring softly onto his chest. He knew by the end of this his shirt would probably stained with three different brands of make up, but it was all in good terms. "It wasn't a mistake, it was pure stupidity. I knew what I was doing and I still didn't stop myself." He heard her whisper softly into his chest. He felt her arms leave his chest and work themselves around his body, and he wrapped his one arm tighter around hers, rubbing her back softly still.
He finished the cigarette and dropped it to the floor, moving his foot to put it out so the rug wouldn't catch fire. At this point she now moved away from his chest, her tear stained eyes now facing his own cold gaze. "Sorry" She had told him as she wiped away the make up trails from under her eyes. She smiled slightly, though he could tell it was forced, and surprisingly, he smiled back a rather kind smile, though it had been years since he had been truly kind. "I must seem like such a fool. I barely know you and I just got your shirt all wet." He rolled his eyes a bit and chuckled. "You're not a fool and it's perfectly alright."
He noticed her looking down and he rubbed her back a little bit more, trying to reassure her the best he could. "Thank you for allowing me to cry, though, I've gotten make up all over your shirt." Her voice dropped a bit and he chuckled lightly, pulling out his wand. "Don't worry about it, that's what magic is for." He said as he raised the tip to the stains, tapping them twice, making them vanish in an instant. "See?" He did not know what was really coming over him at this moment. It had been years since he had talked this nicely, or even let a random girl come up and hug him. He was getting soft again, and he didn't like it one bit.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 17, 2010 21:23:10 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne smiled, watching him as the make up disappeared off his shirt. "I must look a wreck." She smiled again, but it didn't reach her eyes, lined as they were by wet eyelashes. She exhaled hard and then looked at him for a long moment. She ran a hand through her hair to push it back from her wet face and keep it from sticking.
"It's been so long since I cried....I...I feel a lot better."She confessed, looking down at her feet for a long moment. Only then did she notice her stockings had a run in them. She sighed, another pair of thigh highs gone. She was going to have to go shopping next Hogsmead weekend. "Damnit." she mumbled softly, leaning down to run a fingertip over the rip. "I have to go get some more next weekend, and the only place in Hogsmead that sells thigh highs is that seedy lingerie store by the Shrieking Shack." she growled before sitting back up to look at Marcus.
"Umm...next weekend...if you go to Hogsmead...do you want to..." She stumbled over her words. For the first time in her life, in seventeen years, Adrienne was unsure of herself. "Do you want to grab lunch or coffee or something? I could use the company." She continued, looking anywhere but his face, feeling a blush rise over her features.
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Post by marcus on Jan 17, 2010 21:37:27 GMT -5
"I must look a wreck."
Marcus chuckled a bit and rolled his eyes at this comment. Why did girls always have to say they looked their worst. He looked over at her for a moment then back to the fire. She looked very pretty still, almost beautiful, though Marcus would probably never admit both out loud, but it was safe to think so in his head. He looked back over, watching her as she ran her hand through her hair, watching it fall backwards and out from her wet face.
He reached inside his pocket once again and pulled out another cigarette. He figured she'd need it more than him, but still wanted a few hits for himself. He pressed the end to his lips and lit the other with the tip of his wand, the sweet taste of nicotine filling his mouth and lungs as he breathed in. "It's been so long since I cried....I...I feel a lot better." She had told him and he chuckled, sticking the cigarette to her lips. "I bet." He said with a slight chuckle, but was cut off as she started to worry about the rip in her stockings.
From that moment, things kinda went into a blur. "Umm...next weekend...if you go to Hogsmead...do you want to..." She had started to say, though he couldn't make out really what she was saying until she spoke once again. "Do you want to grab lunch or coffee or something? I could use the company." Marcus blinked for a moment, not knowing that was going on. Did he really just get asked out by a girl? It had been a long while since he had been to Hogsmeade in the presence of 'company', especially that of a girl's. He looked over at her, seeing the blush rise over her cheeks and he knew that's what she meant. "Well...uh..s-..sure, that would be nice." Marcus told her, gaining confidence in his words more towards the end of his sentence. This was definitely going to be an adventure.
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Post by adrienne on Jan 24, 2010 11:17:34 GMT -5
--- it’s a bad trip on a sinking ship ,. [/color][/size] WHERE NO ONE SEEMS RESPONSIBLE [/font][/size][/center][/b] Adrienne smiled slightly as he pressed the cigarette to her lips. "Gods forgive me, I just relapsed." she said with a small smile before she allowed her lips to wrap around the end of it and she inhaled, smiling slightly. The bitter sweet taste filled her mouth, causing her to nearly purr in delight. She then pulled her mouth back and turned her head to the side of exhale so she would not be spitting smoke into his face.
She nearly smiled when he said he would go with her to Hogsmead. "Great." She replied, smiling slightly. "I think we have free leave again this coming weekend. Do you want to just...meet me there or down here or whenever....it doesn't matter to me..." She smiled, putting her hands back into her lap and waiting, prim and proper once more, despite the make up lines down her face.
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