Post by Zephyrus on Feb 8, 2011 18:30:51 GMT -5
Zephyrus found a seat at the Gryffindor table, and sat down, stretching. His hair, soft and light, slid behind his head as he bent his spine. He yawned unceremoniously and rubbed the sleep from his Hazel-green eyes. It had been a long night; one of the other Gryffindors had kept him up with his incessant snoring. Zeph wasn't hungry yet, and he usually wasn't until atleast eleven in the morning. Right now it was both Saturday...and four. In the damned morning. He sighed, his day ruined.
He looked around the abnormally large room, seeing few others. Then again, who is up at four in the fucking morning, anyways? Zephy Rayne, that's who.
He missed looking over at Septimicus, who's table had been at the other side of the room. Sept had been a Slytherin. He scowled at the other table as if it had insulted him. Damn that bastard.
Zephyrus' hand found its way to the scars on his neck at the memory of his best friend, who had Graduated the year before and had never spoke to Zeph since. The one who had locked him in...with those goddamn bloodsuckers. Vampires.
The very thought of them made him shudder. 'Fucking cocksuckers, more like it,' he thought, a snarl overtaking his face as his hand trailed down to his own collarbone, where nastier scars lay.
'I hate them,' he thought, 'I hate them more than that useless as fuck divination class. It's the most unreliable form of magic, and the one that makes me feel like I'm sitting with old people.'
He draped a leg over one of the arm rests, and hung his arm from the back of the chair, getting into a very relaxed and yet defiant position. He looked around casually, searching for something attractive. Preferably the arse of some dude. Or the front of a guy's pants. It was a game he played alone; guess how large or small the thing behind the front of other boy's pants was. And then there was that other game; 'Hide and go peep at the other boys while they change'. And don't forget his infamous 'stare at other guy's asses while the walk/bend over and see which one turns me on the most'. That last game he had been caught playing one time, with a prominent tent in his pants.
He had accepted the fact that he was gay when he was thirteen, a year ago. And he gad only recently created these games, and at times, had played them with Sept, but Sept was straight, so the rules had be be changed for him.
There were so few people around, and by now, Zeph was beginning to feel really lonely. But he had promised that he would find a friend to replace his horrible excuse for one, and by Merlin, he would get one.
Grrrrrroooooowllllll....
...After he ate.