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Adalaide felt his hand tug her own from her hair, and grimaced when she realized she'd pulled a bit of hair loose. Not that it mattered, her hair was so thick, but still. Besides, now that her hand wasn't tugging... her scalp sort of hurt right there. It was a low, dull ache, throbbing ever so slightly. When he made her look at him, she willed her eyes open, hoping that there weren't any tears to fall and, stupidly enough, that she hadn't smudged her eyeliner or mascara. Well... she supposed she might be a girl, after all, then. The thought was random, and ridiculous given the current situation. When he spoke, she wasn't sure what exactly he was trying to say... that she shouldn't feel bad for bringing it up? Because he should have already said something? Yeah, that would've been brilliant, she thought. It wouldn't have made a lick of difference to her, she'd have felt the same way, but how many other people were like that, how could he have known? Honesty might be the best policy, but it was pretty hard to remember that when honesty tended to chase people away. 'Hi, I'm a vampire,' was probably not an introduction most other people would take too kindly. She really should have just kept her mouth shut and waited for him to tell her... but then, things like that were usually harder to say, the longer the secret had been kept.

When his arms wrapped around her, she stiffened, unsure. She felt him breathe, and another odd, random thought popped in her head. Did vampires breathe? Or was it like a habit, something they couldn't kick because they were so used to it? She forced herself to relax, because really, this was... nice. Suddenly, the scent of salt water filled her nose, and she could hear the faint echo of waves crashing on a shoreline in her mind. In spite of all the horrible things that had happened that night at the Circus, him holding her on the beach was probably one of her favorite memories... once she'd stopped crying, of course. Although, crying didn't seem so horrible when you had someone to hold you. She made a little sound of protest when he pulled back, and then blushed. Well, that was silly of her. When he spoke, it brought a smile to her face, although her eyes were still wary and a little sad. She felt bad about everything, and she didn't really think he'd hurt her; she was pretty sure she'd hurt them both, which was not exactly a good precedent to start. But... he didn't want her to leave, so, maybe everything would be alright? Christopher Whitethorne... it was a lovely name, really. But... the last name sounded somewhat familiar. Whitethorne... she'd have to ask Michelle about it. Or maybe Damien; it sounded like one of those old family names. For now... she decided that, if he still wanted to go on a date, she was going to go on a date. And not say anything stupid, and enjoy herself. "Uh... I'm Adalaide Blythe, fifth year Hufflepuff, I play Chaser on my house Quidditch team, and... I'm probably the least interesting witch you'll ever meet." Well, that was flattering. But, she sort of felt like it was true. She never really did anything interesting, did have any particularly interesting traits. She was The Plant Whisperer, how utterly boring was that? Even at the Circus, when people her own age and maybe even younger were fighting, she'd just... cast Body-Bind spells until she was in the clear. The spells had worked, but... she hadn't really been particularly brave. Boring and Timid. Great. Exactly what a boy wanted in a girl. She'd only been half kidding when she'd told Michelle she was certain that she'd bore him to death. Speaking of Michelle... maybe she actually had gone back to the castle. Ada didn't really see her just sitting out from that little debacle.


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'But you did... yes, you did.'

 


 

 


ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ 
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ 
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ
 


❧❧❧❧❧❧Michelle had told Ada she was leaving, but honestly, she couldn't just leave! Her best friend in the hands of a man who could potentially be a blood thirsty killer? Nuh uh! Not happening. Sure Michelle put her own life in the hands of Tay all the time, but Tay would never hurt.... well her.... anyone else was totally up for grabs, but not her. It was one of the reasons Ronyo didn't try to go all knight in shining armor on her when she had Tay.


❧❧❧❧❧❧Michelle sighed and watched from the shadowy tree branch in which she sat. Ada couldn't see her but Chris... well if she was right, he probably could. Her stealth was good, but not good enough to avoid a vampire's eyes when all the cover she had was some shadows and a few branches and leaves. Especially when her pale skin, and white hair were practically a beacon for good eyesight. She shrugged anyways and just watched as he approached. So far so good, no battles, no blood drinking, and he didn't seem to have seen her. Of course this little dating paradise was quickly ruined.


❧❧❧❧❧❧Within minutes, Ada had brought up the fact of Gracie's..... death and Chris was... freaking out? Michelle blinked in utter surprise. The vampire boy didn't want to suck her best friend dry, and more importantly was 'the worst vampire you could ever meet'. Honestly that proved to calm her worries.... until Ada started crying. Michelle immediately hand her wand out and pointed straight at Chris' head. He made her best friend cry. She would fry him without a second thought. She was about to whisper the spell, when he stepped foreward to comfort Ada and put her in the line of fire. Silently, the Slytherin cursed and lowered her wand. Instead she pried at him with her eyes, wishing for what had to be the thousandth time that she could steal away into people's thoughts. She wanted him to know just how much she would kill him if he ever did anything to upset Ada again. For added effect (and mostly because he couldn't hear her thoughts and unless he looked up at her wouldn't be able to read them on her face), Michelle chucked a tiny twig towards him, aiming for his forehead. All the while, her glare, her threat, was still in place.



ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ 
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ 
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ 
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ
 

There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Chris put on a bit of a sheepish grin when Ada asked him about him not having anything really planned. Well, she was kind of right, though as far as he could tell, it was actually better to have Ada have a say in what they did. Otherwise they would be hitting Tomes and Scrolls instead. Feeling her squeeze his hand, he scratched the back of his head a bit. "Well, you know, I was pretty sure you'd go running off into the night instead, actually." His tone was light and joking, but it had been a fear of his. So far however, it seemed to be going well. Or at least better than it did. Though the start had been rocky. When he was asked about food, he blinked. Well, that was unexpected. Then again, he had mentioned it. He gave a half-shrug. "It's different. It's not like it tastes bad, or well actually cooked meat does taste like it's burnt now, but it just..." He shrugged again, not having any real way to describe it. "You know how you can like a food when you're a kid, but then hate it as an adult? That's kind of what happened, I guess. And honestly, there's no real reason to apologize. I don't mind it as much as I used to. At least I'm not threatening to walk into the sunlight anymore." Which was truer than anything he knew. He'd never told anyone about how close he'd come to walking into the light of day when he found out about his mother's death. Only thing that stopped him was Arachnid that night, and now he was gone.

He watched Ada as she ran her hand over a foxglove plant. He almost felt bad about his limitations on his active hours. It wasn't like he could change them though. If anything, he wondered if there was a way he could possibly see about introducing them into the park. He'd have to ask the werewolf, though, and hope he didn't rip him apart. He'd only met Jason once or twice, but the herbalist was downright crotchety when it came to vampires. "I couldn't tell you if there were any, to be honest. I'm not out here that often, and I don't exactly know that much about plants besides the more obvious ones." He watched her talk about plants though, fully entranced. She must love them, he realized. If anything, he was definitely going to go visit the crotchety wolf now, if only to learn about nocturnal flowers. He thought Ada might appreciate it. "You really love plants, don't you?" It was about that time when he felt something hit him in the head. His eyes shot up and looked around. Something silver seemed to be in the tree just a bit away, and unless he missed his guess, that had to be Ada's best friend. Giving the tree a slight nod, he looked back toward Ada. If anything, Michelle would hopefully know that he saw and acknowledged that she was watching out for the smaller teen, and Chris couldn't fault her at all in that.

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

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Location: Hogsmeade Memorial Park
State: Considering
OOC: ...
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There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Chris smiled a bit. In all actuality, he enjoyed learning new things, if for no other reason than he did so when he was alive. Yes, a part of him actually missed school and the deadlines with classes and such, but unless he could go to a muggle university with night classes, he could never do it. Not again, anyway. He looked over to the Hufflepuff when she described her family, and only a slight pang made him realize he missed the rest of his. It wasn't the sharp pain of years ago, but more like a dull ache. "At least it's good that your mum has a chance to be able to do things like that. I know some families that wouldn't even let a muggle near anything magical, if for no other reason than they shouldn't know. I was the same way with books. My father owns a publishing house, and I grew up reading a lot of things from his library, since he tends to bet a copy of a lot of books he publishes. He's had to charm a lot of them to shrink so they'd all fit, and he never once complained about me reading any of it, even when it was discovered I had no magic. I think it was because otherwise we'd have nothing in common." He recalled all of the times he'd spent in his father's study reading while his father worked, and it made him hurt a bit that he hadn't seen him in years, but then again, he hadn't found a way to explain what had happened to him.

When she suggested doing something else, he shook his head. "No, it's fine. I actually don't mind learning something new. If anything, it makes me think and try to expand my knowledge of plantlife. Dunno if it would stick, but always worth a try." Of all the books in his father's study, he'd never really read anything about plants, so he was actually interested in hearing from someone that loved them about the subject. Call him a nerd, but he just enjoyed that. Okay, so maybe his reason for listening had a lot to do with Ada as well, but that was alright, right?

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

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Location: Hogsmeade Memorial Park
State: Considering
OOC: ...
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I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known

The night cold winds seared across the skies and left a frigid trail of chills across the wake of his flesh, left it rippling, even under his thick jacket bundled tight and lined with fur inside. The clouds were thick, and they hung low in the dark skies, he couldn’t see a star for miles, even the moon hid its face behind the thicket up above. It was darker because of it too; it had taken a while for his crystal blue eyes to adjust to the darkness while he waited. Out of nervous habit, he popped the joints on his knuckles but stopped before he could finish all ten fingers—it had been a hard habit to break, after all. He was in a secluded corner of the park, perched on a bench in solace and far from where any wandering children might find him. As far as he knew, he was all alone out here, at least, until Grace found him (if she wasn’t already here, anyway.)

He’d sent her an owl not but a few hours ago, right at dusk, to ensure she’d receive the letter and have ample time to decide to get ready and meet him, or ditch any plans she had beforehand and meet him anyway (because really, it’s not like she wasn’t going to come!) A small smile played at his lips; Dominic was still a bit off beat, but he’d slept (through the use of his mother’s potions) and she hadn’t even known he’d taken them either! He felt guilty for taking advantage of her busied time, tirelessly tending to the patients as students and professors dropped, one after the other. He gone in and snatched it, but at least he slept. It made it easier to eat, too, and he finally found himself filling out again.

I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known

He sighed and shifted uncomfortably on the bench, the hard, straight wooden surface offered little comfort to his bones as he sat there and waited. He propped his elbow on the armrest and leaned the weight of his skull on his hand, delicately placing his chin between his palm while his eyes shifted left and right. He’d almost felt the urge to check his pocket watch, but, he knew that wouldn’t help (it never does.) He hadn’t ever even heard her coming, much less, seen her. But he felt the cold grace of compassion slide against his cheek. He jumped, only a little, just enough to inch his head back and see bright, twinkling red hair hover closer. Sparks ignited as their eyes met, and hasty, greedy lips pulled her in for a deep kiss; hers was sweet, pure, and understanding, while he was demanding, lustful, and commanding, even as he pulled away to look her in the eyes and smile at her soft words. He barely registered them at all, but her voice echoed in his mind. So long, it’s been, too long, to be true.

He held her, his arms wrapped around her waist even as he sat on the edge of his seat on the bench. But all of a sudden, she pulled him from his seat with more vigor than he anticipated, and he jumped to his feet to not stumble forward flat on his face and tripped over his shoes as he shuffled to gather himself, but she twirled and his eyes widened from the sheer surprise and he staggered trying to keep up with her until all at once, he snaked his arms around her hips and lifted her off her feet, just to swing her one time full around. ”Guess you missed me, huh?” He smirked, but a smile was threatening to take control.

She was tucked gently against his chest, and his arms swept up to cradle her daintily, as if he could ever possibly break her (he’d never want to take the chance.) The unmistakable crème of French sweets and chocolates and honey swirled about him; even throughout it all, the boy never could deny himself the taste of something sweet. Even if it was just a little. A soft kiss graced the crown of her head as hugged her; she was so cold, it made him want to smother her, to warm her, to trick himself into thinking he could actually help. Dominic had to admit, it was different being with someone who didn’t need him, didn’t depend on him for the slightest thing, could leave him with nothing to stop her. It was scary, it was wild, but it was what he loved most about her. ”How’ve you been? I’ve missed you,

“You know how bloody horrible it is not to have you in class anymore? I think I’ve fallen asleep in everything, it’s all so ruddy boring now. I have half a mind to just graduate this year and go play professional, but,

“I don’t want an angry girlfriend stalking me at nights trying to make me regret leaving her behind at Hogwarts for two more lousy years.” He chuckled. It was a joke, of course—not that he hadn’t seriously considered it, but—as far as she could tell, it was nothing more than a joke.

I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known

He barely withheld the small bout of laughter that sung harmoniously off of his teasing tongue. She had to tilt her head back just to look up at him, and in turn, he dipped his head forward to capture her eyes in his own fixed gaze. Her sweet voice trickled along the back of his neck and it was all he could do not to buckle under weak knees. Still, he managed a laugh and shrugged his shoulders as his attention swayed, cast itself upon the shadowy park, only crickets and owls cut through the silence.

”Of course you would say that, and you always wondered why you weren’t in Gryffindor.” He smiled, because either way, he was happy she wasn’t in Gryffindor. It sure made everything a whole mess easier, considering. ”You’ve got to be barmy, not attending classes sounds like a dream to me, and sleeping all day; hell bloody yeah, I think I could live with that.” As much as he wanted to think it was all as brilliant as it sounded, he knew how hard it was, how hard it must be. He’d never survive, not really. Not without the sun, not without his broom, or a bat in his hand and a bludger in the skies. But he shrugged again, he didn’t want to dwell on this—he knew where it might lead.

”Aw, Grace, you can’t think I’d ever actually leave you?” He gasped, shocked, almost accusingly, too. But the grin broke the barrier anyway, and he looked away and tried not to roll his eyes at himself. Why was so it hard to keep a poker face around her? The thought faded as he leaned in, his warm lips draped across hers for a gentle kiss. ”God, it’s been too long.”

“What took you so long, anyway? I was almost starting to get all paranoid—thought you might’ve fallen asleep too, and no one would’ve even known, for a while anyway.” His discomfort tugged at the lines of his lips as he snaked his arms around her waist. Everyone had been talking about the plague that had struck the castle, but nobody really knew the truth, only the lies and the rumors that manifested out of fear. ”Tch, and to make matters worse, it looks like it’s Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw’ll be winning the cups. We blew it this year.” He shrugged, tried not to seem like he cared, but really, this bothered him more than anything else, than everything else. He blamed himself entirely, but, he probably wasn’t the only one on the team who felt that way, they all did, he was sure.

I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known

At the thought of sleeping all day, a hearty laughed romped past his lips as he shook his head. ”Oyea, that’s be brilliant, make it so I never have to get out of bed, I think I might like that too much—just so long as you promise to bring whatever deliciousness you cook up to wherever I’m sleeping, and we’ll call it even.” He winked playfully, he knew she’d never let him get away with staying in bed all day. He was, at heart, a lazy, lazy, lazy boy. If it hadn’t been for the constant, rigorous expectations set upon him, he’d probably be a fat slob. The thought alone made him stiffen and straighten his posture as he blinked the illusion away. ”Uuhh,”

For a second there, it was almost like he forgot everything, where he was, and what he was doing. ”Owls, tha’s hell that is right there, I’m not looking forward to ‘em one bloody bit.” He huffed in dismay, his brows furrowed and tucked shadows in his blue eyes as he gazed down upon her. He smirked when she had jutted her tongue out at him, instinctively, his fingers snapped forward close to her lips, as if to try and catch her tongue. ”Stick that tongue out at me and I’ll bite it, just you wait.” He was teasing, of course, he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

”Yeah, we won, thank God Jaslyn got it when she did, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to a long match against Gryffindor.” He shook his head and sighed pitifully. ”Have you heard? Most of their team is in the hospital wing. That means they’ve got a team of mostly reserves—makes for a lousy game, especially when they keep fighting each other. Or at least, that’s what it looks like on the field.” It wasn’t real fighting, anyway, just bickering, but he could almost sense it. Maybe he was just imagining things? But it was so surreal. It reminded him of being on the team with Virgil. The prat with the audacity; he almost wanted to huff at the thought. ”And I’m fine, Grace, I swear,

“I barely got hit all season, except from my own bludgers.” He rolled his eyes at the notion. ”And besides, it’s not like I ever have to wait my turn at the hospital wing. The team gets their own beds, remember? And it does kind of help having my mum staffed, so, don’t worry.” As much as he tried to comfort her concerns, he only worsened his own. The mention of his mum brought a twinge of a frown to his lips, but maybe she wouldn’t notice? After all, he wasn’t exactly smiling while he was talking about the quidditch games, so, maybe it wasn’t as obvious as he thought. ”But anyway, how have you been? Anything interesting in your days…” Night—ugh—he should’ve said night.