Post by Thomas Lucre on Mar 29, 2008 22:10:40 GMT -5
The nights were growing less in severity with their bouts of cold. Slowly students and wizards alike were stretching their time outside further and further into the evenings, enjoying the daylight that dwindled more and more before the dark made its inevitible and ceremonious arrival. And even then, couples still enjoyed the sandy sea of grainy whites that splashed upon the midnight blue canvas above the horizon. However, there were some that came into the night for the sake of solitude, without the confines of an oft stiffling dorm room. One such loner was a generously handsome blonde whom sought the sanctity of the Astronomy Tower this pleasant eve.
Though he did not look the type, this well dressed male handled his broom with surprising ease of skill. He had many hours of flight experience, even when the nights were bitter with frost. Winter was slowly but surely sinking into submission of Spring's presence, so it only seemed right to enjoy this night and use this chance of being alone to organize his thoughts.
Thomas Lucre of House Slytherin was proficient with his art of wizardry and honed his skills at flirting with the opposite gender into a finer art still. However, since he had arrived in the middle of last year, his habits of leading girls in the wrong direction had bereaved him in the worst ways imaginable. If he could stand to keep from getting attached, then his habits would be no big deal. That was not the case though, as the situations he carelessly walked in to had torn his heart in half over and over again. And worst of all, he only stood to lose it all in the end. Though his current daily life hardly reflected his past mistakes, it was still an overwhelming weight on his heart when he had spare time to think about it.
Hovering above the main balcony, the tomcat had touched upon the precipice and leaned on the stone pillar next to him. He stared off into the glistening sea of stars, making no particular effort to find anything specific. Nothing except for answers, maybe. He stood there cross armed for several minutes, until a chilled breeze prompted the well-dressed gent to circle the pillar to hide from the direction the wind blew from. With a shudder, the guy let a wistful sigh escape as he slid to the ground, his arms around his knees. His head tilted upward, and the words to an old Hall and Oats song began to escape his smooth vocal cords.
You're a rich girl,
and you've gone too far cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old man's money,
you can rely on the old mans money, its a b*tch girl
and its gone too far cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can say money, money won't getcha too far
getcha too far
Doncha kno-ow, doncha know?
That it's wrong to take what is given you
So far gone, on your own
You can get along, could ya try to be strong
But you'll never be strong
Woah, cuz you're a rich girl
Oddly enough, Lucre was singing with someone particularly in mind. Considering his lifestyle, there weren't a lot of girls that stood out in this charmer's memory. But one in particular managed to creep her way into his thoughts now and then. And anytime it happened, it would often be enough to throw his entire day, or maybe even week, into total disaray. All he knew was that in his life, even though he had success surrounding him and more lying ahead, and he walked hand-in-hand each day with a dreamy Hufflepuff, there just seemed to be a strange emptiness that only stood to swallow all those pleasant factors. Either Akimitsu had him pegged as a greedy man, or.....
"This isn't where the story ends." he said to himself, long after his song had trailed off. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, Lucre pulled out a fresh pack of luxury cigarettes he had bought from a muggle party shop earlier. He held the tip of his wand to it, letting a small flame tickle the end of his cig as he held it between his lips. Limited in nicotine, and leaving a sweet residue on his lips as he inhaled, these things would probably get anyone into the habit. He sighed yet again after filling his lungs with gray, and a wispy cloud swirled into obscurity. Much like his troubled, restless thoughts.
Though he did not look the type, this well dressed male handled his broom with surprising ease of skill. He had many hours of flight experience, even when the nights were bitter with frost. Winter was slowly but surely sinking into submission of Spring's presence, so it only seemed right to enjoy this night and use this chance of being alone to organize his thoughts.
Thomas Lucre of House Slytherin was proficient with his art of wizardry and honed his skills at flirting with the opposite gender into a finer art still. However, since he had arrived in the middle of last year, his habits of leading girls in the wrong direction had bereaved him in the worst ways imaginable. If he could stand to keep from getting attached, then his habits would be no big deal. That was not the case though, as the situations he carelessly walked in to had torn his heart in half over and over again. And worst of all, he only stood to lose it all in the end. Though his current daily life hardly reflected his past mistakes, it was still an overwhelming weight on his heart when he had spare time to think about it.
Hovering above the main balcony, the tomcat had touched upon the precipice and leaned on the stone pillar next to him. He stared off into the glistening sea of stars, making no particular effort to find anything specific. Nothing except for answers, maybe. He stood there cross armed for several minutes, until a chilled breeze prompted the well-dressed gent to circle the pillar to hide from the direction the wind blew from. With a shudder, the guy let a wistful sigh escape as he slid to the ground, his arms around his knees. His head tilted upward, and the words to an old Hall and Oats song began to escape his smooth vocal cords.
You're a rich girl,
and you've gone too far cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old man's money,
you can rely on the old mans money, its a b*tch girl
and its gone too far cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can say money, money won't getcha too far
getcha too far
Doncha kno-ow, doncha know?
That it's wrong to take what is given you
So far gone, on your own
You can get along, could ya try to be strong
But you'll never be strong
Woah, cuz you're a rich girl
Oddly enough, Lucre was singing with someone particularly in mind. Considering his lifestyle, there weren't a lot of girls that stood out in this charmer's memory. But one in particular managed to creep her way into his thoughts now and then. And anytime it happened, it would often be enough to throw his entire day, or maybe even week, into total disaray. All he knew was that in his life, even though he had success surrounding him and more lying ahead, and he walked hand-in-hand each day with a dreamy Hufflepuff, there just seemed to be a strange emptiness that only stood to swallow all those pleasant factors. Either Akimitsu had him pegged as a greedy man, or.....
"This isn't where the story ends." he said to himself, long after his song had trailed off. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, Lucre pulled out a fresh pack of luxury cigarettes he had bought from a muggle party shop earlier. He held the tip of his wand to it, letting a small flame tickle the end of his cig as he held it between his lips. Limited in nicotine, and leaving a sweet residue on his lips as he inhaled, these things would probably get anyone into the habit. He sighed yet again after filling his lungs with gray, and a wispy cloud swirled into obscurity. Much like his troubled, restless thoughts.