Integra had spent the rest of her night upstairs in her dorm. A shock to those who thought they knew her, as the girl seemed like she was usually caught up in....well extra curricular activities of sorts. But she'd gone to bed early after dinner to work on her potions notes without the distraction of that ridiculous Rabastan Lestrange. Her potions work however was painfully dull. She liked learning offensive spells, and was a genius at hexes, curses, and jinxs a like. And could tell you the difference between them all. At any rate potions was not her favorite subject. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't thrilling either.
Swinging her bare legs over the edge of her bed she shut the text book and searched in her bed side table for a different book. The moon shown through the window just right that it helped her peer through the bundled crap in her drawers. With a sigh she searched the bed, which was covered in different bits of parchment.
It was useless for her to keep this up. Then she remembered. She'd pulled a few books out when she was in the common room arguing with Rabastan earlier. She must have left one behind. Flapping the curtains from her bed aside she stood and stretched out her legs and back. Sitting cramped on the bed for hours left her a little sore. Even with her extra flexibility.
Padding into the very quiet dimly lit common room, Integra adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked into the room a little. There was someone sitting on a couch. Feet propped up on the table before him. Under his boot....Her book. Fabulous she'd just tell them to get the filthy shit kickers off her stuff, lest they want to be tortured half to death. Coming around the end of the couch she realized who it was and her stomach sank. It was of course as luck would have it, Rabastan Lestrange.
Folding her arms over her chest she took a moment to find the right words.
"May I get my book from under your foot please?" She was polite, yet firm. She wasn't going to let him just walk all over him but she was finding she was going to get more out of him if she wasn't as rude as she normally would be.
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clicky!!!{Comments} The Lyrics to the thread title. Just thought they were interesting
The man who sailed around his soul
From East to West, from pole to pole
With ego as his drunken captain
Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold
The man who walked across his heart
Who took no compass, guide or chart
To rope and tar his blood congealed
When he found his self revealed ugly and cold
And the sirens that sing
By your nose with its ring
They'll drag you in
For your sins
Now he sits all alone
And it's no place like home
It's empty skin
A bag to keep life's souvenirs in
The man who sailed around his soul
The man who sailed around his soul
The man who sailed around his soul
Came back again to find a hole
Where once he thought compassion and the truth
Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return
The man who walked across his heart
Was doomed to journey from the start
Of every love affair he'd broken
All the lies he'd ever spoken
Tattooed on his arm
And the jellyfish stings
Even angels with wings
Who look too deep
And dare to peep
Now he sits all alone
Knowing flesh blood and bone
Is everything
He found the treasure he'd been seeking
The man who sailed around his soul
