He walked through the long dark corridors of the cool dungeons. he came the portrait of his houses' founder and with a single word opened the secret door leading to the hidden chambers of the reptile house. He walled through the tiny corridor into his House's common room and with a heavy sigh he took a seat at the sofa in front of the fire place. Which cast a warm glow across the walls of the cold stone walls and floor.
Malachy, one of the few Seventh year Slytherins, looked into the dancing gold and red flames, deep in though about what had happened in the few days. Him seeing Morgan's lips on his scum bag of a cousin, His own lips on Mikey's and her returning the favor, and Felix's interruption, The he thought about Dovie and how Her old friend had come all the way from central America just to see her again.Dovie was mad at him for saying that he could find some one else and letting her have the guy that was obviously better for her, Morgan hated him for trying to defend her for a future that could only end in tears. And Mikey... Mikey had kissed back. His enemies where turning into friends his friends into enemies.
Well not all there was one person at least that hadn't changed... Shadonious Clearwater
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Feb 4, 2009 14:55:38 GMT -5
Oh dear, dear, dear! The doe hadn't protected the deer so well all so soon after her promises had been made. But that was only to be expected, how would one young eagle possbly muster the power to fend off each lion, badger and snake that clawed and hissed in his direction? It was impossible, yes, he should have figured that as soon as she had spoken those words. But the room, the mirages, they'd enchanted and bewitched the poor serpents mind until he could no longer see any alternative. Luxury he wanted, relationships he needed... there was -no- alternative. He did still have her little bewitchment of a room though, all the silken pillows and the gothic outlook of a warm and secretive place to hide. No interuptions...
He lay amongst them now, relaxed against a make-shift bed of ebony satin and silk. Sprawled, staring up at the ceiling lost in the simplicity of his short thoughts. He should bring Morgan here one day... he supposed she'd appreciate the darker appearance the room had taken on - smaller, quieter. The west wall lined with yet-to-be-touched books of which he had little motivation to pick up. Perhaps, noting her past, she would enjoy them more than he could. And he would sit in silence nearby, watching her with admiration as she read through a collection; offering a smile when she felt concious or looked up to meet his adoring gaze....
Whoa, okay. Shadonious Clearwater didn't need another relationship that close.
He'd only hurt her more.
Stretching his pale arms until he could feel the bone crack, the teen yawned softly and pushed himself to his feet. It was late, there was no point in rushing to get back to the common. It wasn't like he'd had anything better to do all day. Skive out on class... oh joy, such an exhilarating past-time he had there. Then, he hadn't been back there in a good amount of time anyway, other than the odd trip to retrieve certain objects he'd now placed in the previously abandoned classroom of the dungeons. And he'd always been quite alert as to where the rest of his housemates had been, normally sneaking in and out by use of his animagus form. It was easier. Plus, if he did get spotted, it was rare they could move quicker than he or indeed know who or what he was.
But he wouldn't sleep in their dorm. No. Not after what had happenned that December. He was fully aware that staying in the same room as his sainted cousn would not be safest, nor wisest. Though... if the rumors he'd heard from whisperings around were in fact true about the Albino and one specific Lioness, then Malachy was as big a fool as he. Obviously unable to see the difference between good and bad.
The small red-panda darting across the common room, unnoticed, Shadow slipped back into his natural form of state as he reached the foot of the stairs. Malachy was there, infront of him but his back was turned away from this snake as he watched the dancing parade of flames. He would climb up to their dorm, steal a few items of clothing and head straight back out past the portrait in the same manner he had come. Cousin dear wouldn't notice a thing. Rolling his eyes, Shadow made to bound up the stairwell, taking a couple at a time but halted mid-way by a sharp creak in the wood. He froze, cursing mentally as his expression wrinkled.
Malachy had thought he was alone in the common room, thought he was free to dwell on thoughts with out interruptions. but as he watched the fire preform its ballet a creaking floor board like thunder breached the silence, and Malachy suddenly found himself distracted. He turned his head and looked out of the corner of his eye up the steps to his dorm, where he had heard the sound had originated.
Ah one of the many objects of his thoughts. Shadow stood half way up the steps. As angry with his cousin as he was he was too confused by his train of thought to really find it necessary to act angry. Instead of getting up and pummeling his cousin again. he turned back to the flames and said, "Haven't seen you in a while..."
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Feb 5, 2009 9:40:35 GMT -5
"No, I know where I'm no longer wanted," Shadow's response was quiet as he kept his foot poised above the above step, rooted to the spot. He had little reason to react to his cousin's words. He wasn't so oblivious that he couldn't recognise the anger that lay beneath the cool surface of Malachy's pale white skin. He (at least) understood there was a short barrier between calm and distressed, a fine line drawn in sand which could be washed away with the slightest wrong word.
Hey... wasn't that what Shadow was for?
Murmering a little in a small disgruntled tone, the serpent nodded once with his jaw set firm before he darted up to their dorm. He paused, raising an eyebrow as he glanced towards his untouched bed, wondering inwardly on whether he would risk sleeping in it anytime soon. Probably not... Dropping down onto all fours, he reached beneath it for the small trunk of his possessions. He returned to the common a few moments later, feigning his own non-chalance -since when was Shadow non-chalant?- as he leant against a wall at Malachy's right with various objects having being shrunk and stashed into the pockets of his black and blue lgihtening-bolt hoodie.
A yoghurt pot at hand, a spoon in the other, the teen sighed softly taking a small mouthful. "I had you wrong, Mal," he spoke, waving his spoon a little in guesture as he swallowed and let a smirk play casually on his lips as he dug the metal into the creamy dairy once more; no longer even bothering to look at Malachy as he spoke. "You have the perfect judge of character. Morgan's a doll."
Did Shadow know how NOT to piss Malachy off. Malachy would have let his cousin leave without incident but then he had to go in rub in his victory. He put a hand in his pocket and tapped his wand. Shadow would find that his Dairy had just turned sour if he took another bite.
He turned to his cousin, "You're right I do have a good sense of character, and if you really are right she realize how the feeling in the pit of her stomach is bile, and not infatuation." he didn't feel like getting all bent out of shape for something that would blow over eventually anyway. He turned back to the flames and returned to his thoughts.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Feb 5, 2009 15:00:05 GMT -5
'Kay? Was he missing something here, or was Malachy really not interested in a fight? Shadow stood for a moment, staring at the back of his cousin's head with his expression aghast. Seriously? That was it? No blow outs, no 'leave me alone' or 'go to hell' mumbo jumbo? Wow.... maybe he was getting worse at this.
"Yeah..." he paused, his steps light and skipping as he approached his cousin and rested his elbows against the back of the chair, "But, see, I'll be holding onto that bile for as long as it takes for infatuation to set in." He leant over the chair, stood behind Malachy slightly whilst a small smirk played with his thinly cerise lips. "And then, well, I supose it all depends on how loyal I'm feeling," he shrugged casually, his grin crooked as he ruffled Malachy's hair in teasing. He was a fool, but then, when had he ever been the sane one?
"Besides, it's not like there's any secrets going around...." he whispered, chuckling a little too himself as he pressed a spoonful once more between his lips. Cringing at the sudden change in taste, Shadow's nose wrinkled in disgust as he reluctantly swallowed - the coarse sour flavour sickening as he recoiled a little; gagging silently as he tried to recompose his posture. After a moment or two, he re-appeared from where he had attempted to restrict chocking, and placed his yoghurt pot and spoon in his cousin's lap, "Peace offering?"
Malachy Tapped his wand again and the yogurt became fresh again. And as much as it repulsed him he used the spoon to take a bit of the yogurt. Some times it was the tiny victories that mattered. "Oh really, Rumors? Like what? How many lies are being spread bout me? I kissed Mikey, kissed back, and then Felix screwed everything up. I'll get back at him eventually, and don't think I'm gonna keep my word of not defending Morgan if You Destroy her i will destroy you."
He sat the yogurt cup on the end table. "The yogurt's not bad." He said as he cursed it again. So that if Shad tried taking it back he's taste sour dairy again.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Feb 11, 2009 13:24:48 GMT -5
Pouting moodily, his lips pursed, Shadow watched as his cousin took a spoonful of the yoghurt, irritated by his lack of reaction. I guess that rules out my insanity, he sighed, mentally noting not to touch the pot again. Stupid cousin, he was hungry. Maybe he'd go find Morgan and sit at the ravenclaw table with her. She wouldn't mind, surely? And it wasn't as though he gave a care about the others who may object to his being there.
"See, rumors only come from words of mouth, and even in that sly and twisted tongue of a snake there will always be the small grain of truth that it's prey once fed upon," he pointed out, quite oblivious to the nonsense of his words and the much simpler options he could have picked for saying them.
Beaming, the teen brushed a strand of hair from his eyes before springing back to his feet, "Destroy me? In the same way would only be fair, and eye for an eye as I remember is always legal. Though, I'm not particularly fond of dating people with the intention to 'destroy me' from the get go." He was mocking, yes, but it was amusing to the usually hot-headed teen to see someone become so worked up from a little torment, "I'm sorry cuz, you're just not my type."
This was one of the rare times that Malachy wished that he had listened to Shadow that first day they had met. Maybe had he listened he and Shadow would be plotting to over throw something right about now. but it wasn't so and never would be, bothe Serpents where to arrogant to admit doing the other wrong, and they had dug to fare under each others skin to be able to get out anyway. So they where trapped as enemies. There may be an occasion or two that their mutual interests showed and they may even work together to seek them but it would end in a competition in the end.
What he said about rumors and truth struck perfectly to the way Malachy thought. Rumors, gossip where essential without them the truth, no matter how stretched, would stay buried and die. It was something, Malachy guessed, even a Hufflepuff understood. If you looked at it the right way The slytherin wasn't different from all the other house but was a crude combination of them all. Instead of Ravenclaw logic, they had cunning. Instead of the prideful courage of a Gryffindor they had ambition, and instead of helping every one like a goody two shoes Hufflepuff, they helped themselves, and connected with family or anyone that could take them closer to their eventual goal, whatever that might be. The other houses where deluded into a single way of thinking while the snakes could bend and twist in what ever direction they felt like, maybe that's why it was hard to trust them, because you never know what they'll do or what they are really after especially since Slytherins where as good at withholding information as they where at lying.
He smirked, "Don't kid yourself, You're not good enough for me anyway." He said in response. Malachy had something planned, something big and he wasn't about to let on. Shadow would pay and so would Morgan.
Last Edit: Feb 11, 2009 14:11:00 GMT -5 by Malachy
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