did somebody take your tongue? ADRIAN;

[holly]

Outfit; the green room

with the worries that I'd give her in they told the worst of me

...with my wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze

The morning had been drizzly but luckily she'd had lessons in the castle so hadn't really noticed it much, however, she had intended to go to the quidditch pitch during one of her free periods to draw but because of the drizzle she had been forced to spend time in the crowded common room and then up in her dorm filled with annoying girls that she pretended to like. At least today she pretended to like them, another day or a different mood and she might actually consider them friends, but today she did not. Today they were nuisances because she couldn't get her own way.

After leaving her dorm Holly went down for lunch and noticed the clouds had started to part and weren't quite as grey any more. This was certainly good news. This meant that she could probably go down to the quidditch pitch and do some sketches. However, she would have to go back down to the dungeons and get her bag from her dorm. Usually she carried it around everywhere with her but she hadn't expected good weather. This change of weather greatly improved her mood so she ate a little more lunch than she would have usually and hurried to the common room, giving the password, grabbing her bag from the dorm and walking down to the quidditch pitch at a speed faster than usual.

Walking up through the bare stands Holly sort of regretted not being healthier. By the time she reached a good point she was a little out of breath and her cheeks were flushed. Still the sun was shining and the stands were bare so it would be perfect for sketching. She would come back again in May when the stands would be decorated for the Slytherin verses Hufflepuff game. Everyone at Hogwarts knew the game timetable for Quidditch, it was one of the few times Holly got the common room almost entirely to herself. She wasn't a sports fan but she enjoyed the stadium. Structurally though it was brilliant.

For a couple of hours Holly sat and sketched the stadium, correcting herself time and time again but never loosing patience with herself. However this could probably have been time better spent studying, but she was getting E's and O's so really it wasn't too big a deal. When the sketch was finished though, she looked at it and was quite pleased with what she was looking at. She slipped the sketch book back into her bag where she liked to keep it and pulled out her cigarettes and lighter. She picked out a green one because it matched her outfit and lit it with her lighter. She put the pack of smokes back into her bag along with the lighter and had a quick look around to make sure no one was around, no one knew she smoked and she intended to keep it that way through fear of her parents or siblings finding out. That was the last thing she wanted.

...no I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please

...the sin that shapes your voice carries my ears this new disease

[adrian]

Adrian had been stuck in the cold Potions class room for what, to him, felt like hours. Raising his hand so that it covered his mouth, he let out yet another yawn while professor Slughorn went on with his lecture about some potion Adrian knew he was never going to use. At the beginning of the class he had actually been paying attention, even taking notes, but it wasn't long before he had given up; this potion was far too complicated for him to even bother trying. Besides, Slughorn had already told them they weren't going to be making it; they just had to know about it.

When the class was finally over, Adrian wanted to be the first one out of there, but before he could move towards the door, he felt a hand on his shoulder; Slughorn wanted a quick word with him. This wasn't exactly a surprise, since Slughorn always wanted to have one of his little talks with him when a Quidditch game wasn't very far away. Adrian always found it strange that his Potions professor was so interested in Quidditch, when it didn't look like the man had ever sat on a broomstick in his life. It had to be because Slughorn simply liked winning, no matter what.

They stood there for a while, Slughorn encouraging him and going on and on about the importance of a strong and willing team, and Adrian just nodding his head at the end of every sentence. When his speech was nearing an end, Slughorn finished with a 'but in the end, it all comes down to you, m'boy. You must lead the Slytherin team to victory. ' Again, Adrian nodded, told him thanks and that he was not going to fail, before hurrying out into the corridors and out of the dungeons. Before Slughorn's talk he had been ready to fall asleep, but now he was wide awake and annoyed; he didn't like it when professors wasted his time.

He headed straight for the Great Hall, as it was lunch time and he was starving. The annoyance he had been feeling was fading away and turned into something else. As he sat down by the Slytherin table, Adrian realized he was nervous. Not that he should be; everyone knew Hufflepuff had a horrible team. But what if...? It was very important for them to win this game. Adrian could care less about what the other students thought of him as a captain, their opinions didn't matter to him. But he knew that if they won the Quidditch Cup, it would finally be evidence that he was actually good at something, and his father would not be able to deny it.

He ate quickly, before getting up to go to his Transfiguration class. An hour later, he was hurrying down the stairs and to get to his common room, where he grabbed his broom, a piece of parchment and his quill. Adrian was now determined to spend some time on the Quidditch field before his next class started. He was going to go sit in the stands and think of some new strategies they could try at their next practice, which was actually later that day. Then, when he'd come up with something good, he would fly around for a bit with the Quaffle. He did have some homework that needed to be finished, but this was more important.

A few minutes later, Adrian was down at the Quidditch pitch, and it didn't take him long to notice that there was another person down there, as well. That happened sometimes, but he definitely preferred being alone. The person was sitting in the stands, which was where he was headed, and as he got closer he recognized the red haired girl; it was his sister. Well, he certainly had not expected to see here there, as Adrian was pretty sure she couldn't care less about Quidditch. That's when he noticed the sketch book next to her, and rolled his eyes. When was she going to give up that stupid hobby?

"Mirella." He called with a wave, smirking. Adrian liked calling her by her real name just because he knew how much she hated it. He was about to take another step towards her when he froze. What was that thing in her mouth? For a few seconds, he stood there just watching her, hoping that it was something else. Then he walked very quickly towards her, now furious. Adrian was a very protective older brother, and still liked to think of his sister as a child. "What the hell is this? And you better tell me that this is the first time, otherwise..." He obviously couldn't finish the sentence, because there was no way he could ever hurt her.


((ugh... horrible post... sorry))

[holly]

Outfit; the green room

did somebody take your tongue

...in worries of the words you that couldn't say

Holly slowly enjoyed the cigarette and the silence all around her, there was nobody about to aggravate her, no stupid Gryffindor's to get on her nerves, no screaming quidditch players or fans, no parents telling her to study, nothing, it was just sheer peacefulness that she could just relax in. Birds avoided the quidditch pitch usually and so she had no chirping to endure either which was nice. That was one of the drawbacks of being near the forest when drawing sometimes, but luckily the forest was far away from the Quidditch pitch and so no other creatures would venture this far out to annoy her with their neediness.

Holly tilted her head back to look up at the sky, it was clearing quite nicely and she knew that soon there would be more people out an about. There were a few rustling noises that Holly chose to ignore as she observed the sky. She took a puff of her cigarette that she was nearly done with and decided she would be heading up to the castle when she was done, but then she heard a very familiar voice calling her name, her actual first name and she froze. She knew this was not going to end well for her and as Adrian's tone became more aggressive and he started to loose his temper she knew she was in trouble with her big brother and prayed that he wouldn't tell their mother father.

Quickly Holly unfroze, blew smoke from the cigarette out of her mouth and threw the last of her cigarette away even though she'd already been caught. She looked up at Adrian with lazy eyes, trying to act calm and cool as though she'd done nothing wrong, it was something she did to her parents had very rarely had to use it on Adrian, but this was something big that she knew she'd be in trouble for. At least she still had one secret, he didn't know about her belly button piercing and nor did she intend on telling him about it but the piercing would probably go down better than the smoking.

"Hello Laszlo." she said as she began packing her sketchbook and pencils away into her backpack. "Would you just relax? Jeez." She muttered, doing her bag up and swinging it on to her shoulder hoping her calm attitude wouldn't wind him up even more, though she had little hope of that really. Shuffling her back pack securely on her back she twisted her body to look up at Adrian too so her backpack was away from his hands, she did not want him getting hold of her sketch book in case he lost his temper and started tearing out her sketches. She knew her brother would never hurt her, but she also knew he wasn't one to back down and Adrian always wanted to get his point across, she just hoped he wouldn't get his point across by tearing up her sketches, it wasn't something she'd put past him trying.

...if they could have saved them from

...but I don't wanna sleep without