Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 3, 2008 19:30:22 GMT -5
Striding into the Feasting Hall, a rather harried looking Seventh Year strode in. Her hair had been recently cut, and though it looked cute, it also looked a little messy, like she hadn't tried very hard that morning.
In fact, Aether Shardae, a Ravenclaw Prefect hadn't been trying very hard at all lately. She was tired all the time, and really just wanted to rest. The Prefects Bathroom was an amazing place for her to just unwind and cool off, which is where she had come from. Aether had gotten out of the nice, hot bath and only spent a little time drying her hair before she went to another one of her large meals.
Warm and clean (but still a little tired), Aether sat down and nodded at the few people around her, but didn't really say anything. With a cream sweater wrapped tight around her, Aether hid the scars which were still healing from the last full moon. She was having a good day, but wished she didn't have to study so much.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Dec 4, 2008 2:53:58 GMT -5
Leaves fall in the fall.
The dining hall was wide-spread and occupied by various groups of students all around. Among most tables, birds of the same feather flocked comfortably together. Yet there were a few that dared to stray from their groups, such as the staple rivals Slytherin and Gryffindor laughing and chatting together, enjoying their meals all the more because they had each others' company to enjoy. Sitting from her group of fellow bookworms, a short-haired, somewhat wild looking beauty quietly brought her tray to her seat, with everything the cafeteria could offer stacked up high. It seemed unfathomable for such a dainty thing to pound such a meal and keep herself trim, but then, most people in the school didn't know what secret lied behind her incredible metabolism.
As coincidences would happen, it seemed one of her fellow Prefects was also a strange case.
A vision of withered, masculine beauty strode gracefully through the area, his obsidian gaze meeting fleetingly with the unyielding stares of dozens of girls. His hair, no longer glimmering a pale gold, had faded into a darker hue of wet sand. The natural straightness that used to mat down his untamed mane had turned into somewhat unruly tendrils, almost coming to resemble the roots of dried up plants just prior to winter's frost. His hair wasn't fried, by a long shot. It had maintained its thickness and definition as before, it merely seemed to become more like ivy.
Thomas Lucre. A sight for sore eyes indeed, and the center of whisperings whenever he was seen on campus. He only passed through the school every other week now, usually studying things in the library. On occasion, he'd also be seen at the lake, like a spectre floating along the shore. He'd also be in the company at times of a striking blonde beauty. Today, he was on his own.
Holding a tray with a few simple food stuffs, Lucre, took a red apple in hand and nibbled a bite off the surface. Setting it down, he took a look in Aether's direction. He smiled serenly, and waved with his free hand.
"Hey, there, Aether. Long time no see. How have you been?" he asked, not expecting to chat very long.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 4, 2008 9:18:57 GMT -5
Aether bristled slightly at the sound of a familiar voice. Something was different about Lucre, but the Werewolf couldn't pinpoint it. "Uh, hey," she said, meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment before turning back to her meal.
What the hell had happened to him? She wondered, trying to figure out what was going on. He looked different; her nose told her that he also smelled very different. Colder, Aether thought.
"Uh... I've been... well, hungry," Aether stated, hoping Lucre would leave the conversation at that and just walk away. She thought he would enjoy the little joke and then just move on, but Aether wasn't really sure that would happen. She and Lucre... they'd almost been something. But now? She barely ever saw him. Even after she was bitten, Aether still wished Lucre would notice her again.
She knew people noticed her a little more; the wild look in her eye and new-found confidence in her walk brought her more attention than she normally liked, but she wished she would get a little more from Lucre. Of course not, though. He'll move on to a new piece of meat, Aether thought, a slight scowl crossing her features.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Dec 4, 2008 11:20:14 GMT -5
Hm. A hasty, careful reaction from her. Not precisely what he expected, but he supposed it only made sense, the way he left her high and dry. And after they both only just met and truly hit things off, at that. She wanted to help him hide out when the ministry itself was hunting for him, to assist him in cornering his old friend Sam Nanten, whom the incident Lucre was accused of revolved around entirely. Granted, Lucre left things inconclusive after the quiet face-off in the candy store, having merely walked away after Sam pointed the weapon at him. He had a feeling Sam wasn't going to shoot him, at least not yet. Sam wasn't the type to take someone's life without an extremely good reason, it would be a heavier burden to him than any of the statues of Easter Island.
He knew Sam was still in Drakborough.
Lucre paused from passing by and turned, facing the gorgeous and clean smelling werewolf. The scent alone was reawakening an old an unwelcome part of himself, the part that would compulsively do whatever it took to quickly cast his charming spell on a girl. He had done it so many times that he grew sick of himself for it. There were still a great many girls here whom he never involved himself with, whom still stared adoringly at him from afar. And he'd rather just leave it at that. This tension he sensed from Aether, he wasn't unsure whether it was one of hostility or longing. He knew she had been rubbed the wrong way, it was probably the one thing in life he was the best at, though he did not want to be.
Looking at all the food on Aether's tray, Lucre smirked at the fact her answer was actually mostly true. She truly did have more use for food than the blonde did these days. Granted, he was still capable of eating and digesting food, but his body no longer was capable of processing the energy from it. Matter of fact, if he ate too much, than his body would basically reject it, reminding him what his true sustanence was.
And it coursed through the bodies of so many willing maidens whom passed by him daily.
Aether was surely still raw about how poorly he treated her. But really, he had someone to take care of now. The responsibility of anymore than that was something his heart could not handle. Taking his apple, he smiled and put it upon a napkin on the table in front of Aether, a stark red and juicy peace offering to her. "Well then, may this breakfast be extra filling for you. Toodles." Lucre said with a small, polite smile and passed by her table to take his seat on the window sill, enjoying his spacious seat under the cover of a sky of clouds that dark morning.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 4, 2008 14:25:08 GMT -5
Aether was torn up inside. The meeting was too brief, and she felt a fierce awakening inside which could only be explained by the Werewolf side of her. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do... If I were a Lycan, though... I would actually be who I wanted, she thought, knowing it wasn't the best thought but it was still her heart's desire.
Finishing a bit more of her meal, Aether stood up and set her sights on Lucre once more. She was suddenly bold, daring, and ready to face Thomas Lucre once more. Striding gracefully over to where Lucre was seated, Aether Shardae tossed her hair behind her shoulders and stopped, placing her hands on her hips.
Scowl on her face, she began. "Listen, I know we didn't end on the best foot, but I wanted you to know that you were unreasonable and immature. You were being stupid and I really don't appreciate it." It was an odd speech, but Aether had to get it all out. "But now, our very nature stops us from being able to be together. And I just wanted to say goodbye."
Leaning forward, Aether planted a kiss on Thomas Lucre's lips and pulled away. Blue eyes (well, her seeing eye) were as cold as ice as the Werewolf pulled away from the cold lips of the Vampire. "Good riddance," she said, even though she didn't really want to say goodbye.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Dec 5, 2008 17:45:31 GMT -5
Why oh why, did that girl have to kiss him again?
"Y'know that's cute, acting like I'm the only one that did anything wrong." Lucre lazily grumbled, non-challantly sitting sideways in his seat and raising a leg up, bending his knee to his chest.
There was something of a cruel, more cold aura about him than before. Lucre wasn't even sure he himself was aware of it till this happened, but it appeared that something else in him had faded out, other than his mortal life force. That kiss had set him off, along with the judgemental and one-sided reprimand from the pretty werewolf.
"Sure, I may have done those things, but did I not tell you when we met that I was not worth your time, Aether? Even as of late, I feel your frosty gaze upon me when I go through these halls." Lucre stopped himself, before he let his retaliation get too intense. He had realized that the feelings other girls had for him no longer held as much weight as they did before. It was not enough for him to love Aether, if all she could do was stare holes into him from afar. Was he ashamed of what he did? Certainly, but there wasn't even any point in appologizing when she already knew him for the cad he was. If she was hurt, then she let it happen to herself.
Unable to relax in this dining hall, he unlatched the great window behind him and tumbled out, scaling along cracks in the wall and landing safely, softly on the ground. He supposed his next stop would be the library. Dark Arts were about all he could still physically manipulate anymore, and he needed to learn all he could about them.
Post by Aether Shardae on Dec 5, 2008 17:56:29 GMT -5
Feeling like a total idiot, Aether Shardae turned and walked out of the Feasting Hall. What he had said was true, but Aether thought... no, she knew she had been wrong to hope for any sort of real relationship with the infamous Thomas Lucre. She didn't know what to do, or where to go, to cool. off.
"Maybe another bath," she mumbled, wondering if she'd want to go back in there and risk seeing Lucre. No, he wouldn't go there. He'd go somewhere darker now that he's a... wow... when did that happen to him? Her mind began to wander as she thought about Lucre and the last time she'd seen him.
As she walked along, she was sure she caught the icy scent, but Aether veered off and made her way toward the Prefect's Bathroom. She really had cared about him, and now hated herself for making him angry. It was both of their fault, not just hers. Groaning, Aether paused and leaned against a wall as her stomach growled. "Uugh, why did I have to go and open my mouth?" The Werewolf sighed and continued walking, anticipating the food she would order while in the Prefect's personal area.
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