Post by Thomas Lucre on Apr 18, 2008 18:06:20 GMT -5
Oh, what sweet distraction this finally proved to be.
Having completed all his extra-assignments for the week, the weekend loomed before him like the bright red moon in the night sky. Okay, that was a dangerous metaphor, but it felt so nice to finally find a chance to just sit back and relax for a good, long spell. Lucre, the Slytherin tom-cat, chose a rare visit to the library as his boding retreat from the school. He didn't come here very frequently, even if it was with company. This weekend felt special though, like there were dozens of books there calling out to him, throwing their plots and twists at him like merchants in an Arabian marketplace. He felt the need to immerse himself in the story of someone other than himself.
Granted, Lucre was not displeased by the events of his life these days, so much as he was merely overwhelmed by them. Good gosh, he could not think of much else aside from the decisions he had made to shape his life to what it has become. And he could not stop thinking about Teagan either, with her honey-dipped lips, milky-soft skin and beautifully contrasting mane of crimson locks. He contemplated the significance of him meeting her like he did, and also of the events that transpired a couple of nights before in the Tower of Ravenwood. Lucre also hungered to see her again.
In between every freaking word he read, more or less.
It was a wonder his animagi identity was actually not that of a wolf, like in the lore of Tex Avery. This incorigible fiend had the worst tendancy to leap from girl to girl, but he truly did think of her differently from the females that used to prance through his mind. She flooded his thoughts on both the conscious and subconscious level.
The blonde grinned inwardly, lamenting the fact that she never looked for him again. Granted, it was obscenely late when he sneaked out of the bath, so it only made sense for her to call it a night, whether she was enjoying his company or not. It was rather vexing not knowing where that line stood, but it definitely kept things interesting, trying to read her thoughts and actions like that. Was it merely because Lucre was drawn to things he could not understand that he found her so inticing? He'd be lying if he said it was not a major motivating factor, on top of her goddess-like beauty. What was it about her that she held? It was something of his, something that, for all he knew, Lucre had lost ages ago. Vague and sentimental though that notion was, he still could not place why he liked her so much.
At this point, it became clear that Lucre was just weaving through various passages of his old and uninteresting magic documentary. He hadn't even looked at the title. He placed it down unceremoniously in front of the table before him, and he crossed his arms, laying his chin in them. His black gaze trailed off to the side, leering at all the minor activity of the 1st floor beneath him.
Apparently these books weren't distracting him as much as he had hoped.
Having completed all his extra-assignments for the week, the weekend loomed before him like the bright red moon in the night sky. Okay, that was a dangerous metaphor, but it felt so nice to finally find a chance to just sit back and relax for a good, long spell. Lucre, the Slytherin tom-cat, chose a rare visit to the library as his boding retreat from the school. He didn't come here very frequently, even if it was with company. This weekend felt special though, like there were dozens of books there calling out to him, throwing their plots and twists at him like merchants in an Arabian marketplace. He felt the need to immerse himself in the story of someone other than himself.
Granted, Lucre was not displeased by the events of his life these days, so much as he was merely overwhelmed by them. Good gosh, he could not think of much else aside from the decisions he had made to shape his life to what it has become. And he could not stop thinking about Teagan either, with her honey-dipped lips, milky-soft skin and beautifully contrasting mane of crimson locks. He contemplated the significance of him meeting her like he did, and also of the events that transpired a couple of nights before in the Tower of Ravenwood. Lucre also hungered to see her again.
In between every freaking word he read, more or less.
It was a wonder his animagi identity was actually not that of a wolf, like in the lore of Tex Avery. This incorigible fiend had the worst tendancy to leap from girl to girl, but he truly did think of her differently from the females that used to prance through his mind. She flooded his thoughts on both the conscious and subconscious level.
The blonde grinned inwardly, lamenting the fact that she never looked for him again. Granted, it was obscenely late when he sneaked out of the bath, so it only made sense for her to call it a night, whether she was enjoying his company or not. It was rather vexing not knowing where that line stood, but it definitely kept things interesting, trying to read her thoughts and actions like that. Was it merely because Lucre was drawn to things he could not understand that he found her so inticing? He'd be lying if he said it was not a major motivating factor, on top of her goddess-like beauty. What was it about her that she held? It was something of his, something that, for all he knew, Lucre had lost ages ago. Vague and sentimental though that notion was, he still could not place why he liked her so much.
At this point, it became clear that Lucre was just weaving through various passages of his old and uninteresting magic documentary. He hadn't even looked at the title. He placed it down unceremoniously in front of the table before him, and he crossed his arms, laying his chin in them. His black gaze trailed off to the side, leering at all the minor activity of the 1st floor beneath him.
Apparently these books weren't distracting him as much as he had hoped.