Post by Thomas Lucre on Dec 26, 2007 3:36:58 GMT -5
New Year's Eve was fast approaching, at least for some. It was actually still the late eve of Christmas, but a lot of people were celebrating early. Students were out dallying about Drakborough, enjoying fancy social events, or at least sharing each others' company in their respective house wings. As usual, there was so much to look forward to with the encroaching set of 365 up and coming days. For everyone, and for no one. The new year meant an end to the old, and the beginning of the new. And no one had a greater sense of that then Thomas Lucre.
Migrating from the hopping Slytherin Wing, the dashingly handsome blonde declined the chance to party with even the members of the female wing. He found that female company in large numbers brought out the old, less desireable aspects of himself. He wanted to be someplace where he needn't worry about distractions. Or at least unwelcome ones. of all the places he could have chosen to hang out in after hours, it was the library. Sure, the eccentric guy that ran the place might still be skulking around during this hour, but it was one of the most secluded places in the school grounds at that hour that didn't involve braving the cold from outside. Plus, he might find something interesting to read. Or hell, write himself a journal to read later. He had been doing more than enough self reflection for the deed, after all.
As he crept into the library, he shut the door behind him and breezed along the carpet to his usual window seat. As he strode through, many memories of months past flooded his mind. This was actually one of the places he had most involved himself with one of his favorite vices: the female students. He felt a twinge of anxiousness, the old part of him beckoning him to head back to the Slytherin Wing and pluck at least one girl from her seat to join him here. But really, that would defeat the purpose of his reason for being here altogether. To drown the old year and toast to the new one. No company? No problem. It wasn't like he was dying tonight. But a part of him, Lucre was dead set on burying if it was the last thing he did. The selfish, childish part of him that he'd grown to hate. The part of him that had taken from him so much by doing so little. His bad decisions had wrecked a lot of precious things in his life, and he wanted to start this new year knowing that he would not let himself be so careless again.
After a few moments of thoughtful placement and preparation, he laid a cloth on the counter of his usual table, and magicked up a bottle of wine. The blonde, with a new look of restful and relaxed clarity in his eyes, took his glass and filled it to the rim. He stood in front of the great window, gently and carefully swirling his magenta-hued drink in hand as he stared at and through his reflection. The charming blonde felt as great as he looked. He then took a sip of the bitter-sweet elixir. Delicious.
The blonde of Slytherin had come a long way, but the business of this old year wasn't finished yet. He'd resolve that business with the coming of this new year. and he'd be well on his way to becoming the man he actually wanted to be. He may be getting ahead of himself by a few days in welcoming the new year, but the feeling there was what counted.
"Here's to you, Lucre ol' boy."
Migrating from the hopping Slytherin Wing, the dashingly handsome blonde declined the chance to party with even the members of the female wing. He found that female company in large numbers brought out the old, less desireable aspects of himself. He wanted to be someplace where he needn't worry about distractions. Or at least unwelcome ones. of all the places he could have chosen to hang out in after hours, it was the library. Sure, the eccentric guy that ran the place might still be skulking around during this hour, but it was one of the most secluded places in the school grounds at that hour that didn't involve braving the cold from outside. Plus, he might find something interesting to read. Or hell, write himself a journal to read later. He had been doing more than enough self reflection for the deed, after all.
As he crept into the library, he shut the door behind him and breezed along the carpet to his usual window seat. As he strode through, many memories of months past flooded his mind. This was actually one of the places he had most involved himself with one of his favorite vices: the female students. He felt a twinge of anxiousness, the old part of him beckoning him to head back to the Slytherin Wing and pluck at least one girl from her seat to join him here. But really, that would defeat the purpose of his reason for being here altogether. To drown the old year and toast to the new one. No company? No problem. It wasn't like he was dying tonight. But a part of him, Lucre was dead set on burying if it was the last thing he did. The selfish, childish part of him that he'd grown to hate. The part of him that had taken from him so much by doing so little. His bad decisions had wrecked a lot of precious things in his life, and he wanted to start this new year knowing that he would not let himself be so careless again.
After a few moments of thoughtful placement and preparation, he laid a cloth on the counter of his usual table, and magicked up a bottle of wine. The blonde, with a new look of restful and relaxed clarity in his eyes, took his glass and filled it to the rim. He stood in front of the great window, gently and carefully swirling his magenta-hued drink in hand as he stared at and through his reflection. The charming blonde felt as great as he looked. He then took a sip of the bitter-sweet elixir. Delicious.
The blonde of Slytherin had come a long way, but the business of this old year wasn't finished yet. He'd resolve that business with the coming of this new year. and he'd be well on his way to becoming the man he actually wanted to be. He may be getting ahead of himself by a few days in welcoming the new year, but the feeling there was what counted.
"Here's to you, Lucre ol' boy."