Procrastination in action~ *open to all*

[Colle Reid Jamison]

WE ARE YOUNG! WE ARE YOUNG!
we drink and we fight and we love just because we are numb

Laziness isn't a hereditary trait, it isn't an illness or a disability that can be cured, it's just plain bad parenting. Colle Jamison lay stretched out on one of the sofa's with a thick pillow cushioning his head. Charms class had started just twenty minutes ago and he'd made absolutely no movement to get his ass up and out of the dungeons. In fact he had absolutely no interest in going to that class at all. Instead he was quite content with laying back and slowly building up a card tower using nothing else but his wand and what limited patience he holds.

Brightly alert grey eyes watched with avid concentration as his wand and mind controlled yet another couple of cards, absolutely silent as he lowers them down. Only to have them knock down the other two he'd already managed to put up. Control with a wand is something that Mr Jamison doesn't have, hence the reason why he avoids charms. When he fails people mock, when people mock he just has to retaliate in some way, usually with a spell sent in their direction, which then results in detention. Or the removal of house points. You would have thought that somebody like Colle wouldn't care about house points, but his mother and father were also Slytherins, house pride is worth at least something to this boy.

With a grumble of dissatisfaction he rolled onto to his side to reach for the cards that had drifted to the floor, the pads of his fingers pulling them close whilst his thumb lifted them from the rug. Thunder crashed outside, the movement of people upstairs, outside and just in the hall not really catching his attention at all. Whoever was roaming about was no interest of Colle's, he has very, very few friends and he likes to keep it that way. People are just too much effort. He finds, more often than not, that they just get on his nerves. This particular Slytherin has a very limited patience.


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[rabastan lestrange]

Lately he has been thinking about why he really asked Integra to the bloody Valentine's Day Ball, granted he would still go, but maybe Rab feared the wrath of his mother bearing down on him. Rhodolphus found a lovely individual to settle down with, but Bellatrix wasn't really his type, and to be completely honest neither was Integra. Whenever he thought about it, the more and more his type she became, maybe if he gave it time it would seem more right, as of now, no. A book was latched under his arm, and he was tried of laying around all day. Looking at one of the large clocks on the wall, he was reminded that he didn't have lessons at this hour.

So instead of staying cooped up in the boys dorm, Rabastan ventured down toward the common room where he saw an all to familiar face. Envious green eyes scoured the surface of the room and he sighed. Was he in the mood to deal with someone, again? For all we know he was not up to dealing with another drunk Integra, and if it was a drunk Integra he was going to murder her, flat out. Stepping to the floor, he drifted over to his chair, usually if he saw an individual in his spot he would literally throw them out of it, and luckily this time he didn't have to. Not only was he bored, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with bullshit, ever so tempted to ditch every class today. He wasn't in the mood, he wasn't in the mood to deal with anything, and the thought of himself going steady with Integra pissed him off.

Rabastan hasn't felt this way since he found out Rhodolphus was going with Bellatrix, he was pissed off that his brother was spending more time with his woman more than his younger sibling. Usually not the jealous type, his head swam with disregard to a lot of things. Sitting down he slammed his boots on the table with which made the remaining cards that lay flat on the surface jump a little. Pulling the potions book to his face, he began to read, but his mind was full of other things, why the hell did he ask that woman at all? He has always been like this, he hardly ever was the first to speak, unless the other was drunk and passed out on the floor. He despised drunkards, they had absolutely no self-control, and how would they be able to serve the Dark Lord, if they couldn't even control themselves.

It took nearly all his strength to hold back the words that would flow from his mouth. Pissed off he held the potions book up to his face staring at Colle's feet. Eye twitching carefully, opening his maw and then closing it. Who was he to control people? Feet on the furniture just pissed him off, Rab assumed he got that from his mother, considering when he was younger he was taught to the uttermost respect toward anything and pretty much everything, except for a few things. Those few things were brought on by the fact he was truly a death eater, and forever would be.

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[Colle Reid Jamison]

Socialisation is something his mother had told him about doing with great civility towards those who deserve it. There's a certain way that he needs to behave in precise situations. Childhood years just so happened to be the time that his mother spent polishing him into what she hoped would be a proud pureblood. It just so happens that as soon as Colle left his family home to join the masses at Hogwarts his behaviour began to slide, his discipline slackening until he is as he is now; a bad tempered, lazy and sarcastic child. Not that he particularly cares what anybody thinks of him, insults slide over his head like water off of a duck's back which pretty much makes him impossible to knock down a few notches.

Needless to say that he does quite often get irritated by others though. Hurting his feelings is difficult, but getting on his nerves is easier than ABC. With a limited patience there aren’t many people that Colle can stand to be around. Three, to be precise.

He’d leant forward to slide the cards back onto the table when Rabastan entered the room. His gaze locked onto the other Slytherin, annoyance pulling his expression into a less than friendly look. He’d purposely left his dorm room to escape the company of others. Particularly one rather robust Slytherin in particular, Colle and him had never seen eye to eye after he’d attempted to perform a hygiene spell on him. Needless to say it had backfired and the unsuspecting Slytherin still stank but had a lovely glossy fur coat in place of his greasy skin. Colle’s not quite sure his condition was ever completely cured, which would explain his intense hatred of Mr Jamison. Oops.

Anyway, civility. The word isn’t alien to Colle’s ears, but practicing the trait certainly is, especially these days. Purebloods don’t like to admit it, but if their attitude is bad it’s more than likely that their life path has already been traced out for them, all they have to do is follow. In Colle’s case he intends to follow in his father’s footsteps, he wishes to make his family proud and uphold the good name of his house. There’s not many who would expect civilized reasoning and rationality from a being like Colle, good manners play such a very small part in his life. But curiosity is entirely another thing altogether. Curiosity is impossible to resist for Colle, it’s his curiosity that’s made him so very good at the potions and magical plants he researches. His one true hobby was founded on his curious little mind, questions that he thinks of must be answered, things unknown to him must be explored and pointing out the obvious is a way to confirm mental notes in what’s really, deep, deep down, quite a simple mind.

“Problem with potions?”

Which is why he found it difficult to stay quiet. With a push of effort he managed to keep a certain amount of disdain in his gaze as his attention fixed onto the book within Rabastan’s hands. Was he willing to help? Like hell. He wouldn’t even pass a few helpful comments without the possibility of gaining something in return. That’s if Rabastan was even interesting in responding to this sprawled out Slytherin lump.


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[rabastan lestrange]

It was nearly as the day he found Integra drunk on the floor, he went to his chair and sat down, opening his potions book, like before. Only this time he wasn't really studying, More or less he was trying to find the mistake Integra had made, while she mentioned the Valentine's Day Ball, and everything else, clearly she wasn't paying attention, which in turn made his damned cauldron melt. Clenching his jaw so that his cheeks looked gaunt, he nearly missed what Colle had said, but luckily he caught it.

"No, I'm just trying to figure out what Integra knocked into my cauldron earlier today, resulting in a melted mess, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what was even around the workstation," Rab spoke carefully so that Colle wouldn't lose attention, he really didn't have interest in the boy, but the boy posed interest in him, at least that is what it seemed. Granted he was still irritated that the boy was sprawled everywhere, leaving no room for others, but Rab just assumed if anyone wanted to sit on the couch they would just sit on him. Shrugging it off he began to think, the only time Rab needed help in potions was when his partner was an idiot which seemed to be the ongoing theme. "I'm going to make an assumption and assume that you missed the last argument I had with that wench?"

The last time they argued was today, but before then it was another group project and Integra insisted working with him. Least to say, Rabastan was not happy about her little skit, and he hates working in groups. "Sometimes I wish Slughorn would take the hint and realize I do better work on my own, instead of forcing groups upon us." He snarled about the last bit. Though thankful it was not a Gryffindor, he was still irate about working with someone not skilled in the art of potion making. Clearly she has a lot to learn, but who is he to not help her? Like hell he was going to help her with the written aspect, that would be absurd, she melted his bloody cauldron!

"I apologize if I am speaking to much, I just have a lot on my plate, you can tell me to shut up when ever you want," it was true, Rabastan had better things to do, but he could careless. Looking at the clock latched to the wall, he was reminded he had Defense Against the Dark Arts for next lesson, but all they were doing was a lecture, and he had someone on note taking duty if he missed the class, he could ask anyone who was in it really, no matter what house, he would end up just taking them forcibly if needed. "Are you ditching or have a free hour, if it is any of my business." He didn't like to pry, and he wasn't going to, if Colle didn't want to tell him, then he didn't need to tell him, Rab wasn't going to go any further if the other party wasn't willing.

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[Colle Reid Jamison]

Colle raised an eyebrow as Rab began talking and for a moment he was really quite surprised by the amount of words that actually spilt from his lips. Here was Colle expecting a simplistic or brisk answer and he got what amounted as something closer to a rant than anything else. A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, though he still managed to mask his expression into intense disinterest, “you can shut up about Integra, there’s little to nothing I can say about that. ‘Sides, that little would be nothing that you’d appreciate me sharing anyways.”

Relationships are something alien to this Slytherin, he just doesn’t bother with them. Though, by no means is he virginial but from his experiences through years of being at Hogwarts he’s come to see relationships as more of a burden than anything else. His interest in others, if not for friendship, will pretty much end at sex. Anything more than that, anything emotional, well, he won’t be around long enough for it to happen more than once. His usual advice for problems involving girls is to just simply to avoid them. If that’s impossible to do then stunning usually becomes the best option in his opinion. In fact that’s pretty much his advice on a lot of different dilemmas.

Although, when it came to Slughorn he found himself pretty much agreeing wholeheartedly to Rab’s opinion. The bad habit the other Slytherin found distasteful came to an end as lithe legs slid off the couch cushions, feet becoming planted on the floor. Moving is a rarity for Colle, usually more so when he’s attempting to appear disinterested in what’s happening around him. Though, perhaps he’s just bored enough to throw his usual protocol out of the window?

“Slughorn hasn’t got the energy to check potions results from every student, pairing’s makes the lazy sod’s job that much easier,” his words held the remnants of a mumble, almost as if he weren’t too sure whether to keep up a conversation. Sometimes there’s too many repercussions from civility, there’s always a point where he either says the wrong thing or he just can’t be bothered to continue chatting. “As for your melted cauldron..” Here he paused for a brief moment, silently questioning his own involvement into that particular conundrum. “Did the flames change colour at all before it began melting? And the cauldron, did it melt from top to bottom, or vice versa?” If it were any other subject there would be little to no interest in Colle’s gaze, as it were he looked rather more alert than he had done when lounging back.

At the latter question his entire demeanor relaxed a little, one shoulder raising in a poor excuse for a shrug, “Charms. I can’t stand the lesson.” Now this is because he fails at this particular subject, he just can’t seem to get around his coordination and concentration issues. After a few accidents he’s taken to skipping the classes as often as is safe. Colle leant forward a little, hands reaching to scoop the cards up into a pile and straighten them out, “and what’re you doing? Asides from avoiding Integra, I assume.”


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[rabastan lestrange]

Coolly moving his eyes over the fellow Slytherin’s face he nodded. “Very well then, enough talk about whores.” Rab was usually a very caring person, but lately it has gotten difficult to give a damn about anything. There was something peculiar about this kid, but he was thankful that he seemed distant, Rabastan didn’t want to get caught up in his life story. Besides, there was a Hogsmeade weekend after the Ball, and he was looking more forward to that, he had something to take care of. Of which he didn’t want to discuss openly with some guy who could barely muster up a levitation charm. On the other hand he respected Colle, he was far more superior in the art of potion making than the majority of the students, and he viewed Colle higher than himself, but it was said they were two of the three top individuals of their year.

Talk moved to Slughorn and it seemed that the both of them were on the same page. “I just don’t understand how he expects to procure exceptional students when he pairs us with someone not of our caliber.” Rabastan really did enjoy potions, when he was working alone or with someone he actually trusted, and as of right now, he did not trust Integra. “Cauldron melted bottom out, the upper half was still intact, no change in flame colour, temperature stayed the same, until she knocked whatever it was in, more than half tempted to charge her for it.”

So he was skipping charms, obviously he didn’t give a hoot if he were to fail, but that was none of Rab’s business. “I have a free hour, until DADA, just researching what it could have been is all really, not only that but I am waiting for a letter from my brother.” Which was true, Rhodolphus was to be writing him instructions for the Hogsmeade weekend, if they were from family it wouldn’t seem as sketchy, as a letter that said: Love, Voldemort. Even though the thought of the Dark Lord signing a slip of parchment that way brought a smile to his face he knew that it would never happen.

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[Colle Reid Jamison]

There’s an unspoken family business within Pureblood families and more often than not only other purebloods are aware of. A type of secret society that belongs only to their pedigree breeding. The Jamison family was the classic example of a wealthy, high class family being torn apart by the ministry for crimes against the lesser of the wizarding world. The head of the family, Colle’s father, had been detained years ago, thrown into the island prison of Azkaban simply for the deaths of a few squibs, capture had been inevitable. The vault filled with their wealth lay under lock and key, heavily guarded and protected by the Goblins that are under strict instructions never to open the vault doors to anybody other than Colle’s father. No amount of written permission would be enough to change the Goblin’s fickle minds, only spoken permission would make do, unfortunately due to the circumstances of his imprisonment, that’s rather impossible.

Colle had heard of Rabastan’s family, he’d been filled in by his mother on all of the families he should ‘attempt’ to get along with. Obviously his mother misses their previous status within the Pureblood stance, she still keeps to what they once were, the clothing, furniture and house they still own keeps them still classed as somewhat respectable, but working full time and overtime is pretty much one of the reasons they stay afloat financially. Colle provides potions to his mother, sometimes he even sends out to his own customers in return for a little cash, even whilst at school, every little helps. His mother wants their family to remain within the ‘circle’, she wants her son socializing with specific people, he at least owes it to her to try with the Lestrange. As for involving himself in activities the others partake in there’s little enthusiasm in his lazy bones. He knows his own flaws make certain things just plain stupid on his part, he’d much rather stick to his own specialties and succeed than push himself to be like others and end up with nothing.

“I always just figured he wants us to teach the idiots how to brew something up, y’know, with a more reduced chance of an accident? Like what became of your cauldron.. He fails to see that not everybody values the subject for the art it is.” Another easy shrug emphasized the fact that really he just doesn’t have a clue as to why Slughorn teaches in the way that he does. Colle would much rather work alone than with another. Luckily the people he works with know he’d get revenge in some way if their actions ever threatened Colle’s potions grade. There aren’t many things he’s serious about, or good at for that matter. The few skills he does have he at least tries to get recognized for. He’d never had the pleasure of working alongside Rabastan, if he weren’t so aware that asking to partner would sound rather eager he may have recommended a partnership just to free him from Integra’s uselessness. As it stands the offer won’t be spoken aloud.

“You’re looking for something solid in that case, it takes more than a few moments for something to react and if the bottom melted first the reaction must have began there, meaning whatever it was just sunk. Liquids tend to instantaneously mix, or sit on the top, particularly in potion making, hence the stirring.” He spoke as he tried impatiently to shove the cards back into their packet. He hadn’t taken enough time to straighten them all out and so corners were getting caught with every attempt. “I’d suggest it were the remainder of her brain, but on second thought I doubted it would have done anything but float like a rubber duck.” The cards finally slid back into place, a little smirk on his lips. Though it isn’t clear as to whether it’s there because of his triumphant moment with the cards or his little insult to the Slytherin girl. Could be either.

There was a small pause after Rabastan suddenly developed a smile upon his face. Colle blinked blue eyes at him suspiciously, one eyebrow raised as if silently questioning within his mind. Obviously it wasn’t long before he had to speak, “must be one hell of a letter.. Does the thought of your brother always have that effect?” It may have been a little obvious that Colle was attempting to joke with him, his own smile quirking at the corner of his lips.


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[rabastan lestrange]

Crossing his ankle at his knee he looked over at Colle with a head tilt and that ridiculous grin spread across his face. All this griping about Slughorn was good and all, but he was getting tired of the subject real quickly and decided maybe it was time to drop that aspect of the conversation all together. Rab began to strum his fingers on the arm of the chair while the potion book lay across his lap. He was curious about this letter and what it was going to say, but he was worried that Colle wouldn’t go away, perhaps if he didn’t open the letter right away, that would make it easy. Though if there were other Slytherins around they may wonder why he wasn’t reading a letter from family instantaneously. Usually whenever he received a letter he kept it to himself and hardly let other people see it, with this one, he could NOT let prying eyes see it, unless he knew they were on his side and in his circle, but even then there were liabilities.

He fingered the pages of the gilded book and got lost in thought for a moment about the letter he was receiving and how it would be better if he avoided the Great Hall all day, if he were to get the letter there, they would expect him to open it and read it. It would seem too obvious that he was hiding something. Certain that Colle wouldn’t give a damn either way, especially since it was from family and he hoped that he had no interest in it, granted he hadn’t expressed interest in anything to a brutal extent. That notion made Rabastan feel thankful that there weren’t so many prying house mates as he thought, but that was more or less because he was paranoid about getting caught.

Finally Colle was brought back into focus and he was paying attention again. ”You’re probably right, I don’t even know why I’m making a bother to find out what it was,” Rab’s eye caught movement of Colle trying to force cards back into their pack, and he studied the movements with bored curiosity. When Colle mentioned her brain his smile widened even a bit further. It was hilarious in his own right, but Rabastan wasn’t the laughing sort, he would rather keep a cold complexion rather than warming up to someone, even if they shared same interests and what not.

Not only was it a little tense, but it was awkward, he wasn’t sure if it was Colle or himself, or a combination of the two of them, so Rab just rolled with it. Raising an eyebrow as he began to speak about Rodolphus, then at the end of the sentence he cracked a smile. “You don’t even know the half of it.” Though, he didn’t know how much Colle knew about the way he looked up to his brother. Rodolphus was always first and foremost on his mind, but that was more or less the fact that he wanted to follow in his every footstep, and be as close to him as possible. It was a pride thing, it always had been. His mother and father both looked up to Rodolphus like he was a god, and here was little seventeen year old Rabastan trying to make do with the cards he’d been dealt, he wanted to waltz down the halls with reckless abandon.

“No, actually I was thinking if it were actually going to be a letter from my father, and I was imagining how he might of signed the letter.” It was ridiculous, and then he realized he was probably digging himself into a hole and it was only getting deeper and deeper. It was a rare occasion when Rab actually smiled about some snarky comment, and one toward him. “I’m just going to stop so I don’t dig a bigger hole for myself,” it was true, he was too proud to be down in the ground; he’d rather be viewed on a pedestal instead of looked down upon.

Turning more toward him, he was at a loss for what to talk about. He didn’t want to talk about the dance, guys just didn’t do that, and he knew Colle didn’t want to hear him rant about Integra, and he respected that, not everyone was interested in the life and times of Rabastan Lestrange. Studying the grain on the table he looked over at Colle, an awkward silence came between them, and he thought about nothing in particular. Was there anything to really say? He knew the lad wasn’t very great at charms, but truth be told, he didn’t think he could tutor him, Rab wasn’t fantastic at charms, he knew people that were better than he was. It wouldn’t be much. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to converse about.”

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{Comment} lol that’s okay, Ramblings are good, don’t wanna stop the creative juices xD

[Colle Reid Jamison]

Rabastan should be worried that Colle won’t be moving away, because in all honesty he has little to no inclination in moving his ass anywhere until his next class. Curiosity is something Colle practices nearly every day of his life, he will ask personal questions, he will attempt to barge into other people’s business if he deems it worthy enough of his attention. However, when it comes to family letters and the sort it doesn’t exactly pique his interest. But he’d heard stories of the Lestrange’s, he wasn’t a complete moron, he couldn’t imagine the letter being a lovely catch up of recent events in their lives. Colle’s could quite possibly read the letter over Rab’s shoulder and his response would be little more than to ask for him to loot something from Honeydukes, this Slytherin has a sweet tooth, usually that takes priority over anything. Though there’s no way he’d purposely try and get in the way of the Death Eaters, his father would be furious with him.

The awkwardness between the two of them was something that Colle was all too used to, he experienced it pretty much every day in his life and to be honest he’s stopped thinking of it as awkward, it was just that familiar. So to him this whole conversing thing was going along brilliantly.

“Your father?” It was a hypothetical question that hung in the silence for a few moments whilst he gave it a moments thought. There was definitely love lost between his own father and him, so for a moment he wondered exactly how his father would sign a letter addressed to his own son. To be honest he doubted there to be a signature at all. Light eyes blinked languidly as his gaze trailed back to Rab, the cards discarded onto the table for now, “digging yourself a hole, hey?” To Colle that meant one thing and one thing only, he has a simple mind like that, “if you’re holding back from incriminating yourself, don’t bother. My interest in other people ends just before me giving a damn.” Which is, in all honesty, not entirely true. He kind of does like to know what’s happening in other people’s lives, he just doesn’t want anybody to know that he’s really quite nosey. Nosey, but uncaring about information he discovers.

There was a moment where silence just fell, the air between the two of them awkward and strained. Colle’s mind pretty much just shut down, he wasn’t really thinking of anything, he wasn’t even trying to find a topic in which they could move onto, planning conversations are a difficult and tricky business. So when Rab spoke up with the minor apology he received a lopsided smile and a shrug, “well don’t look at me, I haven’t got a bloody clue what to talk about.. I’m used to it, by this point most people’ll be politely excusing themselves.” It wasn’t a hint for Rabastan to go, in fact Colle rather liked the awkward little chat that they were having. He didn’t feel like hitting the other Slytherin at all, go figure.

“S’pose talking about the weather’s just too desperate..? ‘Sides, you don’t look like the outdoorsy type of guy.. Doubt you’d know,” his sentence trailed away to a little mumble, not entirely sure what to say or do in this very instant. So he was going to try (try being the operative word) to fall silent.


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[rabastan lestrange]

He cocked his head to the boy with a smile of disinterest, he didn’t care about other people’s business, but there was something about him. Why was he so curious? Was he going to end up hurting people in the future, would Rab be a victim of friendly fire in the next round of combat? These were thoughts that came to the young Slytherin as he watched Jamison sit up and set the cards down. Yes, he was digging a hole, and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe Rabastan was a little bi-curious, but it was bred into him, perhaps it was something that he couldn’t help, but all this time he considered himself as straight as a yard stick. He brushed everything to the side and leaned back in the chair, Rabastan wasn’t in the mood to fight, and definitely not in the mood to fight another Slytherin, especially if he was a part of their little clan. “I’m waiting for that letter from my brother for directions, he wants me to meet him somewhere in Hogsmeade next trip, but I’m really not sure where.” It was true, but he wouldn’t be meeting Rodolphus in the least, no, instead he would be meeting with the Dark Lord to discuss the future of the Death Eaters still inside the walls of Hogwarts, and where they are headed from there.

Rabastan had a plan that hopefully would knock the socks off of Voldemort, but he also needed guidance on what direction to go. Even though the air was uncomfortable the tall Slytherin didn’t want to get up from his chair. He didn’t mind the company of Colle, but he didn’t quite accept it either. He knew that he would need help from other students, and he could possibly recruit a few as well, him being one of them in the very least, he got the wave of trust off the kid, but he couldn’t act on it too soon. Rabastan needed to learn to trust those he got involved, he needed to trust them with his life. It was difficult, considering he hardly had trust in Alecto and she was one of his closest friends. Wishing harm on another death eater was punishable, and there were a select few, that is unless they’re family. Rab sometimes wished harm upon Rodolphus, but it was just brotherly bicker.

Eyeing the boy a little he leaned forward in the chair and looked at him, as if he were studying the careful swirls in the liquid of a potion, or the fragile patterns in the steam. He wanted to get a full analysis of the boy before him, especially before he made any decisions. “Colle,” Rab paused and looked at the dark haired seventh year before him. “You and I have been at this school for as long as I have, and our parents, I believe attended together under the Slytherin banner, what is your stance on their views?” He was curious about the man before him. The pair of them seemed to be the same height, but it appeared that Rab was much broader in the shoulders. It was the little things he recognized, and he knew the Jamison name, there was one of them in Azkaban, perhaps it was a touchy subject. Another thought strung him on, they were after all talking about potions before, “also, how in the hell have we never been partnered up in potions, I’m sure it would be much easier when both minds know what to expect, great things can become of that. Perhaps I’ll have a conversation with Slughorn about it.”

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[Colle Reid Jamison]

A meeting in Hogsmeade? A flash of interest passed through his gaze for a moment, pure curiosity itching at his mind, wanting him to ask question after question to the other Slytherin before him. He stayed quiet though, respecting the privacy of Lestrange and instead creating a little scenario within his own mind. Colle is no fool, perhaps there are times when he may say or do something that may make others perceive him as such, but those people usually end up within the infirmary in a few days. There’s a reason he’s within Slytherin, his main traits leaning more towards cunning and manipulative methods. When charms is a weak spot you have to adapt to play to your strongest points, sheer brutality becomes somewhat weaker when a punch is the best offensive attack in your arsenal.

Unless the opponent is caught off guard and catches a fist to the face. It’s much more satisfying when that happens.

Colle decided not to question any further on the matter involving the letter, he knows when to take a step back and stay out of something that doesn’t concern him, even his own curiosity can be squished and stomped down into silence. A dark eyebrow rose in silent questioning as Lestrange leant forward in his seat, his own gaze remaining carefully neutral. Observation is something that Colle is all too familiar with, it’s something that he partakes in more often than not as well. There’s not a chance in hell that you can understand anything properly without the time it takes to do so. There are so many things to see that you cannot hear when it comes to people, facial movements that those being watched aren’t even aware that they’ve made. Liars can be caught out, those with nervous dispositions discovered. So he sat there silently, a small smirk starting to quirk at one corner of his lips as the seconds passed by.

Colle

“Yes, Rabastan?” He leant forward just a tad, answering him almost immediately with an undertone of amusement to his voice, little smirk fading as his companion continued to speak. He wanted to know about his view on what his parents believe? Without a doubt there had been a split second in Colle’s mind where he thought he might just be asked something a little more sordid, but despite the minor disappointment he sat back up straight and shrugged, “In my opinion my Father did our world a favour with his actions, I assume that you’re aware of his current location? As for my Mother, we do our best to keep up with the demands of those who require it..” Potions, his mother owns a store within Knockturn Alley and Colle helps provide her with as much stock as he can, most of the work he does within Slughorn’s room during free periods. He claims it’s for ‘extra credit’ but not once has he had anything graded. “If you want any more information on the matter, be more exact with the questions?”

His response to the potions part at first was just a simple blink, a genuine smile actually quirking the corner of his lips for a brief moment, “you want to partner with me? Well, well.. I honestly have to admit that I didn’t see that coming at all.” Not that he didn’t think it would make sense, Colle would welcome the potions partnership, it would mean he’d no longer have to watch somebody’s every move just to make sure they don’t fuck it up. Colle doesn’t trust many people at all, in fact there’s only one person who he isn’t related too who he can trust. But even then this boy would not trust Kaine with his potions. Lestrange was another matter entirely though, he was somebody who had shown his capabilities in the subject time and time again. Colle would love to test the limits of this, “I tell you what, if you can get Slughorn to go along with this idea I’ll be up for it. Just.. Don’t fuck it up, or me over,” he finished speaking with the threat hanging harmlessly between the freshly arisen silence between them.

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[rabastan lestrange]

Nodding Rab stayed hunced over, elbows resting on his knees still keenly watching the boy before him. He spoke of his father and Rabastan knew all too well where he was, among many others that served the Dark Lord. A smile came to his face and he his eyes scoured the black haired man. Listening to him when he spoke of potions brought glee to his face, but he never scorned Colle, he had no need to hate the kid, and he definitely had no need to go on about potions. “I’ll see what I can do,” that was the truth he didn’t want to fail this class because of someone else, and he didn’t want to get lazy. “I expect the same of you, perhaps we can create a new style of potion making, something a little more complex, or we could even create something extraordinary,” Rabastan was gushing about potion making, but there was something else on his mind. “Let’s push that aside though, I will talk to the Slughorn given the chance and return to you with his answers.”

Still in the hunched over position he looked to his left then to his right. “Unlike most, I feel I can confide within you something very important going down. If you are one hundred percent behind your father I want you to listen to me carefully and not blab your mouth.” Rabastan was positive in this decision, he didn’t need Alecto to help him make decisions based on what he thought was right, she wasn’t his mother after all. “After my meeting in Hogsmeade with my brother who I’m assuming you know isn’t the person I will be gathering with, I am going to form an army for the Dark Lord within the walls of the school. We have one ear in Gryffindor already, but we need more to make this succeed. Without numbers we will surely fall.”

Rabastan couldn’t be too careful about what he told people, he didn’t want this to leak, but if it did and the news the Death Eaters were gathering within the confines of these walls, it might be successful for his plan. This is where he would need help. “As we stand now I only have three known partners, and if I gain you on our side that would make a total of five of us, this could be very beneficial to your family. All I ask is your loyalty, and possibly a few names of people I should confront about this situation, people you trust.” His face grew serious about this, if they could get a front for Voldemort within the school, it would make this war a little more one sided, but how many people could he actually trust. He would definitely need to talk to an advisor of sorts, perhaps Professor Borchard.

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[Colle Reid Jamison]

A dark eyebrow raised as Rabastan scoped the room for any other presence, his own gaze glanced around just in case there was something there, or somebody, that Lestrange looked over. Whatever he was about to divulge Colle couldn’t see anything pleasant coming from discovering an eavesdropper. Still, with the importance of Rab’s words and the mild threat that hung behind the warning not to blab, Colle just couldn’t help but want to make light of the situation, to make some comment that would mock or belittle the seriousness of this current situation. Serious conversation and Mr Jamison go together like fire and water, there’s little love there.

There was a brief silence after the first lot of information that reached his ears and Colle frowned lightly, head tilting to the side as a barrage of questions threatened to spill from his lips. He kept them back though, simply asking with all seriousness, “You’re gathering an army within these walls..? You?” Here he paused for a moment, leaning forward just a little, “Please.. Please don’t tell me I have to refer to you as Sir, Cap’n or any of that crap.” And cue the end of the serious moment. With his elbows resting upon his knees he was quite comfortably slumped forward, a thin curtain of hair falling over his forehead.

“I have to admit though, Rab – I can call you Rab, right? – there aren’t many people I can add to the list.. Informants I can get, gaining people’s trust is easy enough, lying’s second nature to me.. But who I trust..? Nada.” He actually has somebody that he does trust inexplicably, but there’s no way that he believes Kaine would agree with this plan. His best friend has an uncanny nature to do everything against what’s wanted of him as a Pureblooded member of the wizarding world. Colle won’t be telling Kaine of this plan, for a number of reasons.. Perhaps he could always reel in Kaine’s new little girlfriend though, another Gryffindor couldn’t hurt to add to the mix, could it?

Usually he would turn around and say ‘no way’ to this sort of proposition, not because he doesn’t agree with the Dark Lord’s views but because he’s so very lazy. But Rabastan had said something there that had caught his attention, something that had tugged on the very little loyalty that Colle has within his bones. He’d mentioned family. Now his father’s locked away it’s up to him to make sure that his family remain within the safety of the Dark Lord’s circle. He’s already made a promise to himself never to go to Azkaban, he’d never make the same mistakes as his father once did.. But what can he really do to help?

“I’m in,” he held out a pale hand, the first movement he’s made to make physical contact with the other boy, “my loyalty lies with my family, convince me that this will work and then, and only then, will I be all yours.” Double entendre? Maybe.. But this is a big step for Colle; allying himself with another, he won't take it lightly.

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notes)) wheee~ we’re getting somewhere xD apologies about Colle.. his evil Slytherin side is more sarcasm and bouts of violence and pure uncurable pain in the assness.

[rabastan lestrange]

"Very well then Colle, and yes Rab is fine." He nodded his long hair draping over his shoulders and he finally leaned back into his chair. The two stayed quiet for a moment, there wasn't much left to talk about, and he smiled, this was going rather smoothly. he had more people on his side, and he would definietly have to let Voldemort know about Jamison joining their ranks, perhaps a prison break would be in order, but that would be up to Voldemort to decided.

Colle's pale hand moved in front of him and Rab took it, the both of them had firm handshakes and he nodded. "I will definitely not let you or your family down, I know how important it is for purebloods to stick together, since alone we will fall. No one wants that to happen." It was the truth, but he was about done here, since he had lessons in a few minutes who knew how long it would take to get across the castle grounds to where ever he had to go.

"I will stay in contact with you and I will send you a tell when the next event is happening, it'll more than likely come after the ball," Rabastan stood sliding the potions book onto the small coffee table. Fixing himself up he nodded at Colle. "Until then, I have lessons to attend, I will see you around." There wasn't much left to talk about and he really did need to show at the next class. It would't look good for a Lestrange to miss anything and it was very important to him to get decent marks. Though he was looking forward to next potion lesson. Integra would be pissed, he and colle would get fantastic marks, it was an exciting day indeed.

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