it's a terrible love, [CLOSED]

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus paced his office in an agitated fashion. Their last detention session had been delayed after what had happened with the Thestrals, and Silvanus had gotten himself stuck with being unsure of what their next detention should be. He didn't want it to be something that would be overly tiresome on Lena, but he was at a loss for the longest time. When he finally thought of something to make her do, he acted as if he was a nervous teenage girl going on his first date. He raked his closet for something to wear. He didn't want to look too fancy but didn't want to be wearing his usual drab robes. Even Silvanus could tell that there was something wrong going on in his brain, but he couldn't stop himself. It was like he was becoming obsessive, but he didn't know what for. Maybe it was the look in Lena's eyes when she glanced at him, or maybe it was how she barely looked at him at all.

To Silvanus that day, his office never looked more dirty. He had spent the entire morning cleaning it, only to realize that he had the perfect detention in his dirty office. It was only he that saw the dirt in his office: to anyone else it look impeccable as always. He knew that it was the perfect detention for Lena as it would probably take a while to get cleaned and organized, but it wasn't too bad. Obviously, he wasn't going to allow wands.

As the clock drew closer to ten in the evening, Silvanus began to feel antsy. He rubbed his sweating palms on the thighs of his pants. He perched himself casually on the edge of his desk and occasionally crossed his arms over his chest only to rest them on his lap whenever Lena didn't come through the door. He was clean-shaven and occasionally rubbed a cloth over his forehead in a nervous fashion. What had fallen over him?

It's merely detention, Silvanus kept repeating to himself in his head over and over again. It's nothing more. She will come, she will do her detention ... she will listen to my clever conversation...

Silvanus shook his head. Never before had any girl at Hogwarts (student or not) took over his head as obsessively as Lena was doing to him. Sure, he had the occasional inappropriate fling with a student, but it was with the ones who literally threw themselves at him. Lena seemed no more interested with him than with a used hankerchief and it drove Silvanus mad. He wanted to not care, but he couldn't. He saw her whenever he closed her eyes and swore he smelled her familiar perfume when she passed. It was becoming too much for him to handle. He hadn't seen her in a while as he had cancelled classes lately due to 'being ill', and he didn't know how he would react when he saw her again in person rather in the form of his dreams.

As Silvanus heard the doorknob turn, he crossed his arms over his chest as if he just sat himself there and looked expectantly at the person crosseing the threshold.

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[Lena Marie Becket]

Things just felt differently, lately. Everything felt different. Lena tried to pinpoint when everything started feeling odd, and she thought she could point directly at the day of her last detention with Professor Kettleburn that she had shared with Sirius. Which part of that day had changed everything, she wasn‘t completely sure. But things had seemed to be going well when her and Sirius had gone to the dance together and had fun, though there was a knot in her belly the whole time that kept sending out questions such as ‘what does this change?’ and ‘where are we going from here?’ but she had ignored it as much as she could. Being friends with Sirius was a lot better than having drama between them, and them not even talking to each other. That had been hard enough to handle.

And then the whole thing with Kettleburn. Her last detention kept getting pushed further and further back because of some sickness he had. He didn’t even have class, which was odd. Kettleburn might annoy her but he had never before missed lessons. So she was a little bit worried about that, not to mention the last time she had seen him was when he’d saved her from being attacked by the male thestral and had gotten hurt in return. It was weird, worrying about someone that annoys you as much as he does for her. Finally he had sent her an owl telling her when her last detention would be, evening things out for her and she could continue on with her life, not worrying about that anymore.

On the day of her having to go in for detention she honestly had no idea what he had planned for her so she had just grabbed a long sleeve shirt, some jeans, and a pair of boots to wear. Warm and comfortable enough for anything he decided to make her do for his amusement. Probably cleaning or some such thing. He almost always had her cleaning something. Lena was hurrying along the corridors, trying to reach Kettleburn’s office without being late because she had gotten distracted by her homework and it was only a few minutes until 10, the time she was supposed to be at his office. Her hands were up in her hair, trying to pull the mass of curls into a ponytail, needing it out of her way. It didn’t take too long before she was at his door, hair finally up and out of her face, and took a deep breath to steady herself. There was no telling what was going to happen during the detention. Nothing in her life lately was working out the way she’d thought it would, except in lessons. Her hand deftly knocked on the door a couple times to announce her presence before she twisted the knob and walked in, eyes landing on him immediately.

It was almost a shock to her system, seeing him again. It had been so long that surely something had changed but no, he still was as dark and imposing as always and she had to force herself to smile, still a little caught off guard. The door slid shut behind her as she raised an eyebrow, her personality coming back to her. “Evening, Professor. I’m here for my final detention.”

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 554 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. Its N/A. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus almost thought that Lena had skipped out on detention. Just as he was becoming annoyed that she was probably off with that Sirius Black somewhere, knocks appeared on the door. He felt instantly confused to why he had been annoyed - if she had missed the detention he could have always given her more. He felt embarrassed in his mind that he for some reason imagined this as a date-like situation. He knew he shouldn't think like that, but he couldn't help it. It became even worse when Lena walked in and looked as if she had dressed up. Was it all in his mind, or had she actually dressed up for him? The hair in the ponytail was elegantly curled. He couldn't just be thinking it. She definitely dolled herself up.

The fact that he hadn't seen her in ages didn't help Silvanus either. For some reason, even dreams didn't do her justice. He was caught speechless and he just gazed into her eyes. Finally, he managed to pull himself away and glance at the clock.

"You're late," Silvanus stated irritably, although his voice didn't hold as much conviction as it usually did. "Give me your wand. You won't be needing it."

Silvanus tried to hold his professional composure, but it was like he was seventeen all over again. He felt like he barely had any authority over her. He had to keep reminding himself that he did have authority. She had to listen to him. Really, she had no choice. The thought made his mind wander into the gutter briefly, but he ignored himself. He waited with his hand outstretched and continued with, "Tonight, you'll be cleaning my office. I have a bucket of water and some weird cleaning stuff I suppose Muggles use over in the corner. Once you make this place spotless, you can go back to the common room."

Silvanus was going to add, 'even if it takes you all night' but thought that it was implied anyways. He waited for the familiar irritated look she gave him. He expected it and almost looked forward to it. There was a kind of fiery look that she gave that he found almost irresistable and he hated himself for it. It wasn't his fault though... it was hers. She was the one who dolled herself up. She was the one who made herself stand out so much. Why did he have to feel guilty for thinking of her this way?

Oh right, because he was thirty-five years old.

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[Lena Marie Becket]

Kettleburn’s pausing and staring at her had gone unnoticed as it always did. She never paid attention to the way he looked at her, because she was always so busy trying to ignore him. So when she did notice his look, it was already set in one of irritation and she frowned, wondering what the hell had happened to make him look like that. At his ‘you’re late’ she quickly looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, noticing that she was, in fact, late. Even if only by a few minutes, late was late. And her manners forced her to apologize. “I’m sorry, Professor. I had been studying and got distracted so lost track of time. I tried to run down here so I wouldn’t be late, but I guess that didn’t work.” And hopefully that apology would suffice because she honestly did feel a little bad for being late. Late was not something Lena liked to be.

She gasped at the order, not really having expected it, and glared at him fiercely, every part of her telling her not to hand her wand over. Lena remembered the last time she didn’t have her wand, and how that had been handled. She’d almost been raped after being chased and attacked. Not having her wand was just full of bad memories. The scar on her head was even still there. “I really don’t think taking my wand is necessary, sir.” The emphasis on the last word had been to show the complete annoyance and displeasure she had for him wanting her to just hand over her wand. But he was a professor and she had to do what he asked or he would give her more detentions. And, frankly, she wanted to avoid all other detentions with this man. So if giving up her wand for a tiny bit of time would help to make sure that didn’t happen, it was a small price to pay. He wouldn’t attack her, after all, right?

“Here, then.” Her steps were quick as she walked toward Silvanus while sliding her wand out of her back pocket, where she normally kept it, and placed it in his outstretched hand before backing away and looking to the place where he’d mentioned. There were the cleaning items he had described and her eyes rolled in annoyance. So her assumption had been correct. Cleaning it would be. Least he had said muggles instead of mudbloods or something. That would have pissed her right off and all hope of working would be done. She actually might have hit him for that. “It’s just regular cleaning soap,” she mumbled, not wanting to correct him to his face but unable to keep the comment locked away inside her head.

The prospect of cleaning the entire office was not a fun one and it would probably end up taking her hours. Cleaning for hours was not something she would ever enjoy. Grabbing the bucket of water she lifted it and moved it to a better spot to clean, not wanting to start where he’d placed the bucket. Her steps were careful so the water wouldn’t spill out either. Once in a more opportune spot to clean, she dunked the rag into the water, sprayed the spot to clean with the soap, and got to work. Even though her back was actually to Silvanus, not on purpose it had just happened that way, she was very aware of where he was standing. Having people behind her like that bugged her and her skin pricked with pure awareness. Needing something, anything, to help distract her from cleaning, talking was the first thing that came to mind. “Are you feeling better then, professor?” It was a polite question to ask, as he had been ‘sick’ for so long and she was curious. It wasn’t a big deal for her to ask, in her opinion. And he didn’t have to answer or even talk to her. Lena just couldn’t handle all the quiet that night.

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 671 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. Its N/A. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus raised an eyebrow at Lena when she started rambling about studying. Studying. That was certainly something that Silvanus never did when he was in school. Then again, she was a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin like he had been. Even still, Silvanus couldn't ignore the voice in the back of his head telling him that she had really been with Sirius Black. It was nagging at him and he wanted to just ask her, accuse her, but for some reason that didn't seem like an option. Seeing as how large his office was, he didn't assume that she would be done any time soon. He had two options. Either he could continue to be irritable and rude to her for the entire, long evening or he could attempt to make small talk.

"Perhaps you should have been put in Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor," Silvanus mused in his best attempt at being friendly. His tone was completely off, and it sounded more like he was being snarky than anything. He mentally scolded himself, and then scolded himself further when he realized what he had just done. This was all so silly, but he couldn't stop. At least his exterior composure was still fine. He still looked just as sarcastic and calculating as ever. He dropped the subject, however, as he realized how his tone had come across. He knew deep down that it didn't matter what his tone was, as Lena always seemed to snap back at him.

Silvanus didn't even bother responding to her protest about giving him her wand. She finally eased up and handed it to him. Her skin touched his briefly, and to him it felt as if he was touched by electricity. He took her wand without comment, however, and tucked it away in the drawer of his desk.

"I just don't want you cheating, is all," he explained as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "I know how you Gryffindors can be sometimes..."

His mind couldn't help but go to James and Sirius. He would have guessed that the pair of them would easily sneak their wands out whenever possible to make the task go by quicker. He doubted Lena would do so, but he made himself take her wand anyways. He wasn't even sure why. Even though Lena had a temper, he never really knew her to cheat by any means. Not like she really had to - she was an intelligent and honest girl, after all. Silvanus just felt like, in the back of his mind, that if she were to lose her temper on him that maybe her wand would enter her fingers just a little too quickly.

Silvanus didn't hear her comment about the soap. He wouldn't have known anyways. He had to get some other Professor to help him find such items as he didn't even know what to look for. Whenever he cleaned, he used his wand. He seemed to know every spell in the book for cleaning, which made sense for a germaphobe. He walked up behind Lena after she started cleaning. He wasn't sure if he smelled her hair or her perfume, but whatever it was, she smelled wonderful. He tried not to get too close, but by anyone's standards his distance from her was a little uncomfortable.

When she asked if he was feeling better, he felt a warm pit in his stomach emerge. She cared how he had been doing? He tried to look like he didn't care, even though she wasn't facing him. He kept his hands behind his back in almost a way to resist temptation.

"Yes... I'm feeling much better...." Silvanus answered. "...now."

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[Lena Marie Becket]

While his comment had been super snippy, it wasn’t the first time people had told her that. Her own friends have said that to her many times. Especially Sirius. Ravenclaw would have been the better house for her, because of all the studying and work she did, but she didn’t think she fit in there beyond that. All the Ravenclaw’s she knew were generally stuck ups who liked to shove their intelligent in people’s faces. Lena preferred to ignore her intelligence if she wasn’t doing course work. It just made life that much easier for her that way. Maybe small talk was ok, though. He wasn’t being his annoying self too much yet, and he wasn’t nitpicking or pointing out everything to her and just generally get on her nerves. So what harm could be done by just talking to him? Ignoring his tone, she replied in a calm voice, though it was a bit tense as she was waiting for some sort of back lash. “You’re not the first person to point that out. My friends tell me all the time and a few professors have as well. But I love my House and wouldn’t wish to be in Ravenclaw all the same.”

Cheating? He didn’t want her cheating?! Her eyes flashed fire as she glared at him, all good thoughts about talking to him gone. He knew better than to accuse her of cheating. This was how they got into this mess in the first place, the cheating accusation. Her first instinct was to throw the bucket of cold water over his head but she refrained, allowing herself to mouth off though. “How us Gryffindors can be? I have never cheated on anything in my life! How dare you even assume that! This whole issue is exactly why I’m in detention with you in the first place.” Her cheeks were dark red in anger as she bit back the rest of what she was going to say, mainly insulting him and calling him an egoist jerk. “You’re wrong. About me, you are wrong.” If they were ever going to get along, even as just teacher and student, he better learn that.

Wanting to ignore him now, because he had just hit her limit of handling crap from him for the night, she just turned away from him and made a decision to just not look at him for the rest of the night. Otherwise she might actually end up throwing the bucket at him anyway. Without her wand or not, she wasn’t powerless and he was going to find that out one of these days. Probably when she graduated and she could actually slap him like he deserves.

She could feel him behind her and the hair on the back of her neck rose, not quite comfortable with him being that close behind her but unable to say anything about it because what if he wasn’t doing it on purpose or anything? Then she would look weird by being able to know how close he was to her without even looking behind herself. Was that even normal? Being able to know how close someone is to you just by instinct and feeling it? Lena was able to do that around Remus and Sirius as well, but only them. Why was Silvanus Kettleburn suddenly on her tiny list of people she could instinctively find? It took her a second to reply, clearing her throat, still cleaning the spot she’d chosen without looking up and back. She was still mad at him but she wanted to get this done. “That’s good. I’m…glad you’re feeling better….Thank you for stopping the thestral from attacking me, from before. I mean, I know it’s your job. But thank you.” That was one less thing on her mind, at least. Finally thanking him. She had been meaning to and this was the first chance she’d gotten so, while not looking at him, might as well get the awkward out of the way.

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 667 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. Its N/A. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Although Silvanus had expected backlash from his first comment, he didn't get it, and for that he as surprised. What, in the privacy of just the two of them she was going to be nice to him? So she was only extremely catty in front of her peers? Figured. Gryffindors were always somewhat... pack animals. Silvanus liked to think that he was the same person no matter who he was around, but that was the Slytherin in him showing. When he was in school he didn't know any Slytherin who needed to belong to a group. He himself had friends, but he didn't need them around and sometimes didn't even want them around. He liked to think that Slytherins were very independent.

"True," Silvanus agreed with her. "Overall, your personality does seem to suit Gryffindor a lot more than Ravenclaw anyways.

He didn't elaborate as he knew it would sound rude. How would he have continued that? That Gryffindors are loud-mouths who frequently put their nose where it doesn't belong? Well, that alone could get him in trouble with Dumbledore, never mind what was going through his mind elsewhere. Professors weren't supposed to show favourites when it came to Houses - and especially not say rude things about them. He didn't seem to realize that he had just told Lena that Gryffindors were a bunch of cheaters ... and it wasn't the first time that he had made that claim.

Silvanus just merely and annoyingly responded to her outburst with, "Hmm... but are you not saying that there are not other Gryffindors in your House who do not find the easiest ways out of situations?"

He seemed to think that was the safest bet to reply to her. He didn't call anyone out in specific, although he already knew what her reply would be before she even said it. She was clearly going to deflect the comment and tell him that people of all Houses cheated. Students. No matter how intelligent they were, they could never see it from the Professors' point of view. Silvanus had worked long enough to see that Gryffindors tried their damnest to get out of situations that they didn't want to be in. He didn't see this as bias and neglected to remember that he knew more than a fair of share of Slytherins doing the same thing. However, Silvanus seemed to forget about that and saw it in a more favourable 'they're being cunning and creative' light.

Instantly, however, Silvanus noticed her body language completely change. She shut herself off to him, and he didn't particularly like that. What the hell was it that this girl wanted? He wanted to tell himself that he didn't care, she was just here to do her detention, but a part of him just wanted her to look at him - really look at him. Instead, all he ever got was averted eyes or else a glare. Never once had she looked at him without having some sort of strong, negative emotion being directed at him, and it drove him nuts. He still looked at her, even if she was being the most stubborn person he had ever met! He could still see her beautiful brown eyes, her shiny hair... the way her curves seemed to be just right and how he could appreciate her petite frame. Had she ever looked at him and considered what she might like about him? Silvanus found it doubtful. She was too goo-goo eyed over kids her own age.

Kids....

The word made Silvanus want to shudder. How many times had a girl come to his office and done favours for grades? To be fair, he reminded himself, he had only taken in girls who had hit eighteen. Late seventh years. He had never ventured to pursue a girl this age. How old was Lena? Sixteen? She was no older than seventeen that was for sure.

Silvanus knew that Lena could feel him behind her, but yet she didn't move. He didn't know how to take this. Did she want him that close? Certainly she would just awkwardly shuffle away if she didn't want him there? He seemed relaxed, and her talking to him seemed... kind. It seemed like the first time he had ever gotten a nice response from her. Silvanus couldn't help but the only thoughts going through his head was, "we're alone... we're all alone..."

"You're welcome," he responded, although his voice was lower now. "What was I going to do, let the thing trample you?"

Silvanus didn't know how to go about continuing the conversation. All their words felt like they kept slipping away so that they were left in silence. However, his thoughts were interrupted when he noticed a scratch on the back of Lena's neck under her ponytail. Without even thinking, Silvanus reached forward and traced the scratch with his thumb gently.

"This wasn't a bigger wound was it? From that detention?" for the first time, Silvanus sounded concerned. Had she been injured? He didn't remember her being so. He didn't even think about how inappropriate it was for him to touch her in the first place. Had he been so preoccupied with avoiding her that she had been injured and had time to heal before he saw her again?

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[Lena Marie Becket]

Her gaze rose to his for a moment at his comment on her being more of a Gryffindor personality than that of a Ravenclaw. Pausing for a moment, the words were considered, Lena trying to figure out if they were an insult or not, though they probably were. But she didn’t want to just snap at him and call him on being a judgmental jerk that only cares about his own house so she bit her lip to hold it in until she could calmly speak. Insult or not, she did take pride in being a Gryffindor and her personality was that of a female lioness all the same. So, to throw him off of his game, as he probably expected her to snap at him and be all fiery like her personality normally was, she just gave him a slightly condescending look while her voice was sugar sweet as she spoke. “Thank you. I’m very proud to be a member of my House and have been since I was sorted.” If he thought he could get her to verbally attack him again, to land her into more detentions, he was wrong. Lena refused to be caught in that trap. And she did not want to be predictable so she tried to be as sugary polite as possible.

Course that had all shot to hell when he’d thrown out the card about Gryffindor’s cheating. And the answer to his newest and oh so arrogant reply was on obvious one but came pouring forth from her mouth all the same. “Of course I’m not saying that. People cheat. It might be wrong, but it has always been that way. Some students will take the easy way out and you can’t just simplify it as only Gryffindor’s doing such a thing when I know for a fact that I’ve seen Slytherin’s do it as well.” Chocolate fire shot out at him through her gaze as she glared, taking offence on him attacking her House and calling them cheaters without thinking of a single other group of students that have cheated as well. Lena even would put money on that Kettleburn had to have had cheated on one thing or another when he had been at school. With him attacking her house, there was no way she was going to be all that polite to him for a while. And she was sure the angry set of her shoulders pointed that out. Maybe he would leave her alone now and just go away to grade papers or some such thing. Anything, so they didn’t have to talk and he didn’t have to annoy her into wanting to throw something at him. Her scrubbing became more powerful as she took her annoyance out in the cleaning.

The subtle shift in his tone didn’t go unnoticed by her but Lena, being the naïve girl that she generally was, just figured that he was tired and his voice had dropped an octave in response. It was fairly late at night, which was odd for a detention but it could have been that this time was all the free time he could spare. She was just grateful that it was her last detention and she would no longer have to be worrying about it at all. Her shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, body still terribly aware of where he was and every move he made behind her. “I mean, I know it was you just doing your job but I wanted to thank you all the same.” Just to be polite after all.

Lena had never expected him to, of all things, touch her. So when his warm hand slid across the back of her neck her body snapped tight, a breathless “Oh!” sliding from between her lips, and froze for a split second, not quite sure what to do in that situation. It brought back bad memories and she felt the ball of worry sliding itself through her chest without stopping. Her hand instinctively moved back to her neck to cover the scratch, her hand brushing his on the way, not caring that they touched as long as he didn’t touch that sensitive part of her body again. She turned around to look at him, heart beating faster because of the shock, plus him practically towering over her just then. Kneeling was not a good idea anymore and Lena staggered upright quickly, hand still on the back of her neck. “No…..no it wasn’t from the detention. It was from something else.” Maybe he had really just been worried and hadn’t meant to touch her? That maybe he had only been pointing at it and trying to get her attention to the spot he had noticed? Could he possibly just be worried about a student of his, considering he had been there when the thestral attacked so was worried about her injury impacting him? He did sound almost concerned for her after all. “It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it. I didn’t get hurt during the detention.” The unspoken ”Because of you” hung in the air before them as she continued to stand there, not quite sure what to do, hand still covering the back of her neck out of awkwardness.

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 877 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. Its N/A. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus dropped the subject of Houses and just let it be. He understood House pride and he knew it was just as much of a touchy-subject as politics. In his head, however, he always found that students felt like they were practically royalty if they were in Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat never even considered anything else for Silvanus. It went on his head and he almost instantly became what he was. He was fine with it.

Silvanus was not at all surprised by her answer and he laughed. He hadn't meant to, but she got so easily worked up about everything. If he wanted to, he was sure he could get her screaming at him without even trying hard. He was tempted to do so, but just laughed instead. Laughing seemed safer than spekaing to her, although he was sure she'd have an issue with the laughter as well.

Everything else Lena said sort of went through one ear and out the other. He wanted to hear her, but he didn't hear much other than her thanking him and her reassuring him that it wasn't from the detention. He didn't know what was falling over him, but that little touch he gave her was just enough for him to crave more. It was like something snapped in Silvanus' brain, and all he wanted was to touch her again. The look in his eyes clearly said something was wrong, and he looked at Lena unlike he'd ever looked at her before. He broke the distance between her and touched her jaw and then held onto her chin with his hand.

"Are you sure you're fine?" Silvanus asked, almost suggestively. He wasn't harsh with her, only gentle. Much more gentle than he had ever been in front of anyone. He had seen her reaction to his initial touch. She gasped. She didn't run, she didn't tell him it was inappropriate. Even if she had - just because she claimed it was inappropriate didn't mean that she didn't like it. He seemed to not realize at all that she was quite frankly annoyed at him. There was nothing about her demeanor that didn't scream tension to him, but he was clearly misinterpreting the where the tension was coming from.


((Sorry it was short!))

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[Lena Marie Becket]

Being laughed at was definitely not something Lena liked to hear. Especially not when she felt passionate about something and was protecting her opinion. Yeah she had given a cliché answer, whether she agreed with it or not, but he didn’t have to laugh in her face. Her hand jerked slightly in the bucket, honestly quite ready to throw it at him and soak him. See how he liked that joke. Was he trying to get her upset? In order to give her more detentions and humiliate her further? Was that his plan? If that was what his plan was, he wasn’t going to get it. She had been picked on a lot in her life, and she would not just let him have his way. If he wanted to see who could hold out the longest on attacking the other, Lena was positive she would win. “Find something funny, professor? Maybe I should just leave you alone to yourself and your humor then.” She gave him a haughty look while her back straightened up and she turned away from him, making it quite clear that she didn’t think anything of him and he was below her. Not worth her time at all. See how he would take that for a change.

Things were changing quickly and her equilibrium couldn’t handle it. The two of them fighting, or at least her yelling and glaring at him while he made fun of her and her house, that was common for them. This? This new feeling that was slowly filling the room since he’d touched her neck? That was unusual and she just didn’t know what to do. It was different than she had ever experienced in her seventeen years. The look in his eyes was no longer making fun of her but it was something she didn’t recognize. “Professor Kettleburn?” She said it softly, hesitantly, needing him to say something, to do something so she could understand. Nothing was making much sense right then and her logical brain needed to understand.

Logic and understanding didn’t seem forthcoming as he suddenly moved, closing the distance between them, leaving only a few inches of separation. His hand touching her jaw and then moving to her chin just made her eyes widen and her heart skip a beat. Naïve or not, Lena knew this was not what a professor should be doing. Not with a student at any rate. She wanted to move, her brain was desperately yelling at the rest of her body to move but it just wasn’t responding. Her feet wouldn’t move her across the room and her head wouldn’t jerk away so his hand would leave her face. What was going on?

The suggestiveness in his tone was not lost on her. She recognized it, if only vaguely, because Sirius had talked to her like that before. Her world was quickly spiraling out of her control and she felt like Alice who had just landed in Wonderland. And it wasn’t pretty. “I’m sure….It’s just a scratch. Not a big deal.” Her voice was breathless because she was mentally freaking out so much, and she still wanted to move but couldn’t. Had he put her under some type of spell? But he hadn’t waved his wand. At least she could speak. Maybe she could talk some sense into him letting her go. “I really am fine, professor. You can...” she took in a shaky breath hoping this would work, “let go now.”

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 581 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. Its No worries, love.. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus' laughter clearly irritated Lena, but what didn't, really? Her irritation was quickly becoming something that Silvanus was used to. He wasn't bothered that she was annoyed, and he just found it increasingly amusing. The look in her eyes didn't frighten him. Her voice had returned to its usual aggressive tone.

"If you left me alone right now, that's fine, but be ready for a handful more detentions, Miss Becket," Silvanus retorted without even missing a beat. He could hear his tone lightening even though he wanted to stay strict. All she reminded him of was a stubborn toddler who wasn't getting their way. He admittedly found it endearing even though he didn't want to. She was so easily provoked.

Whatever Lena was feeling, however, was probably nothing to the tension Silvanus was feeling and hated. It had started for him the moment she had walked into his office. It was only getting stronger and stronger until Silvanus felt like he had a hand around his neck and squeezing tightly. He felt as if he shouldn't move or do anything. His hand on her face - that was something that he hadn't even meant to do. It just happened and he knew he shouldn't. Every fiber of his being told him he shouldn't do a thing and that in the very least he should wait until she was eighteen. If she was eighteen, she would be out of school and if not, she'd be close to it. If he made a move when she was eighteen, the worst that could happen would be that he was fired. She would no longer be a minor then. The fact that he saw anyone as anything more than just a minor worried Silvanus. What the hell was going on in his head?

Lena said his name, but he wasn't able to hear it as a question of what he was doing. He heard it merely as her being pleasantly surprised. She said it in such a seductive tone...

She told him she was fine, paused and the said 'let go.' Something completely illogical and irrational was going on inside of his brain and for some reason told him that 'let go' implied let go of whatever was holding him back. All the signs were in his favour: her voice had dropped, she wasn't moving, even when he touched her...

Even though every fiber of his being was telling him he should do otherwise, he didn't let go. He merely pushed her face up by the chin and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were so soft... much softer than he had ever imagined.

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[Lena Marie Becket]

That was a low blow and he had to have known it. He knew she didn’t want any more detentions at all, let alone with him. Silvanus Kettleburn was the only man Lena had ever met that could anger her so quickly and so completely. No one else. Sirius could make her very angry when they were fighting but it would always take a while and would only be because of truly serious things. Kettleburn just had to look at her a certain way and her temper sky rocketed. It wasn’t a good feeling because, generally, she was supposed to be one of the most even tempered people in the entire House. Even Remus got annoyed more often than her. This man just seemed like poison to who she was. Everything she stood for.

With the threat of more detentions in the air she quickly bit back her retort and kept her back to him so he, hopefully, wouldn’t notice the look of utter loathing she had. “If I am to finish cleaning the room sometime tonight, sir I should not spend time just talking and should be working. So by leaving you alone I meant that you could continue with your humor as I continued what you have asked of me for this last detention.” Still not looking at him, her hands moved quickly with the scrub, wanting to get out of there as soon as she could. Staying alone with him all night and cleaning was most certainly not a wanted option. Though her work was sidetracked all the same ever since his first unexpected touch.


As he tilted her face up, she still had hope that what was happening was not what she thought it was. But the closer his face got to hers, the more the hope dwindled and dread started sliding into her mind. Her body still seemed frozen so she couldn’t pull away, not even when his lips finally touched hers. And though she had known that was what he was doing, she still gasped in shock and her eyes opened wide before squeezing shut, wishing she could shove him away, make him just leave her alone. Maybe he really had put her under some type of spell. Oh why didn’t she fight to keep her wand even harder? Lena’s heart pounded in her chest as her mind whirled to try to figure out a way to get her out of the mess she was in as well as trying to force her body into motion. One part of her finally was able to move. Her lips. Lena tried to say “Stop” against his lips as he continued to kiss her but it became garbled up as he was too close and she could not push him far enough away to have room.

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 469 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. She'll start giving in when he pushes her harder.. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus wasn't aware of how deeply he bothered Lena. If he knew - maybe then he'd be able to leave her alone. But probably not. There was some sort of lure to her that he couldn't ignore. It was just the way she was that he was so attracted to. Him being so repulsive was something that he couldn't control and wouldn't know how to change even if he tried. His attraction to her was something else he couldn't control and wouldn't know how to change. Silvanus honestly had never felt this way about anyone before, and he honestly didn't even know her.

"It doesn't matter to me if you keep talking. Just watch what you say. We're only here for as long as it takes you to finish, so it's up to you for as long as you stay here," Silvanus explained quite simply. If she wanted to talk all night, that was up to her. He wasn't about to grant her any 'get-out-of-jail free' cards if she decided to take forever about cleaning his office.

As Silvanus kissed her, he immediately noticed that she didn't push him away right away. Was that telling him that she wanted it? Of course she wanted it. How could she not with all the tension between them? However, at first opportunity she mumbled 'Stop.' Silvanus would be lying to himself if he pretended that he hadn't heard it. The comment hurt him, though. Why should he stop?

"But you want it," Silvanus argued as he didn't pull any further away from her.

Silvanus pushed her against a wall, a little harder than he had intended on doing. His mind was panicking. What if she really didn't want this? She had to... she just had to. He couldn't have been obsessing over her for nothing. She had been giving him signals, she had been looking at him in that way. All he needed was for her to reciprocate his feelings. He needed her to. Because of that, he couldn't just let her go. Silvanus needed to show her how much she really wanted him, because if he didn't do that - he would be lost.

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[Lena Marie Becket]

She wanted it? That was his reasoning by kissing her and ignoring her asking him to stop? It seemed the panic that was suddenly infusing her mind finally made her body break out of its locked state, thank Merlin. Her arms moved up from where they had just been hanging at her sides, and started trying to push against his shoulders to get him away from her. Lena was furiously trying to dislodge his mouth from hers, little whimpers of “Please, stop!” coming out broken and soft but still there. This was her past all over again when she had been attacked by the Slytherin. Only this time, she was afraid no one would come to save her. It was too late at night for anyone to be around. Somehow, she didn’t know how, she would have to save herself from this nightmare. Her anger started slipping through the cracks of her fear, making her throw more fight into trying to get away. It was a change, at least. Maybe he wouldn’t expect so much fight out of her and he would stop.

Being thrown against the wall, for the second time in her life, had not been in her plans though and she let out a sudden gasp of pain as her shoulders landed against the rock, the back of her head connecting as well. Thankfully her head didn’t actually hit that hard, so she didn’t black out. But it did hurt and her fight faltered for a moment as she tried to focus again, set the pain behind her, and continue to fight. If she was bleeding, she didn’t notice. Lena couldn’t put any thought into possible injuries. She just had to keep on fighting. Hands moved back to his shoulders to keep trying to push him away. She never should have given him her wand. If only she hadn’t, she would be able to get him away easily. And nonverbal magic was not something Lena had tried yet so there was no way that would save her either.

Why hadn’t she listened to Sirius? He had told her, quite angrily at the time actually, that Silvanus had been looking at her in a way that he should not, as her teacher. And that he was known for playing around with students. But no, Lena just had to believe the best in people and not listen to rumors. If she ever got out of there, she honestly didn’t know what she would do. If she actually got out. Hoping to get him to back off she tilted her head slightly and bit down hard on his lip, hoping the pain would make him back off.

this is for SIRI! it came out to be a lovely 447 words long, and my character is wearing something like CLOTHES. She'll start giving in when he pushes her harder.. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.

[Silvanus Kettleburn]

Silvanus felt Lena push against him but he couldn't comprehend that she didn't want this. He resisted her, and quite easily at that. He was far from a weak man - he could probably easily overpower anyone at Hogwarts even without his wand. Silvanus hadn't been stupid growing up... he took his time working out instead of always focusing on his magical abilities. Right now, Silvanus couldn't help but sickly think that he was grateful for it. He couldn't let her get away, he needed her... he craved her...

"I can't stop," Silvanus whispered. His words came out needy, obsessive... He grabbed her by her wrists and disregarded the fact that her head had hit the wall. It was a momentary lapse in her struggle so he was able to pin her hands above her head. He stopped kissing her for a moment and looked straight into her eyes. "Just let me pleasure you..." he practically begged. He reached into his pocket and retrieved an unused handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. He couldn't risk her calling out.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled about gagging her.

Silvanus moved his lips to her neck and kissed her gently there. He tried to ignore the voice in the back of his telling him it was wrong. He had to convince himself that she liked it, that she wanted it. He would go mad listening to the logical part of himself. He needed this... she needed this. This was all Silvanus could think about for weeks now, and he couldn't let go. She was what he needed, and he couldn't allow himself to know that this was wrong... so very wrong.

Silvanus groped her and ignored her pleas. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but get more and more noticeably turned on. His breathing became laboured and he touched her like he owned her. He just needed to be closer to her; he needed to show her that he could pleasure her, make her feel like a woman. He needed to show her how perfect that they would be together, even if she didn't see it right away.

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