Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2013 22:08:44 GMT -5
cause when the sun sets baby on the avenue
i get that drunk sex feeling
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] yeah when i’m with you [style=margin-top: -16px; background-color:#f5f5f5; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size:10px; line-height: 9px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; padding: 5px; color:#585858; filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] The noise in the common room was unbearable, the laughter, the screaming, the chatter, he hated it. Wretched first years filled every corner of it that was not otherwise occupied with furniture, and Draco had come to wonder how there could possibly be so many of them. He felt sure that there were less Slytherin first years last year, surely it was not this loud and uncomfortable to even relax in peace by the hearth. Never before had he had trouble getting a seat in that room, but for once every place seemed occupied but for one rather uncomfortable wooden chair and desk, enveloped half in darkness, and half in the deep green glow that came from the lake above. He watched through the window as various grey scaled fish danced in its waters, and a lone long tentacle came into view, sweeping them from sight. If the weather weren’t so desperately cold he may go for a walk about it just to escape the noise. After finding himself near passing out multiple times the day prior, he had promised himself a week away from that godforsaken wall so that he may rest, catch up, calm. Though alas the latter seemed not to come, for even when he was not working, his mind refused to be put at ease. The blonde watched as one of his classmates approached the younger years, swiping money from their eager hands before throwing them a bag which he presumed contained alcohol, or perhaps cigarettes. It was not uncommon for underage students to press their older housemates to help them acquire these things. Of course for a small charge, most did not particularly mind. Pushing himself up from his sleep he wandered over to the group of children, who could not have been more than 13 or 14, and they eyed him curiously. ”What do you want?” a particularly bratty sounding redhead asked him, scrunching his freckled nose. Draco glared and slammed his hand down violently onto the table in front of them with a crack. Some surrounding tables glance at him to see what the noise was before continuing with their conversations and the group of children flinched, shuffling away from the elder man. ”You should learn to respect your elders child, or you might find yourself getting into some trouble,” said Draco cooly, his voice calm, but dark. The children trembled slightly and Draco smirked cruelly, drawing his wand and tracing his fingertips over it in a threatening manner. He did enjoy intimidating people, even if it was just a group of children. ”Booze or fags?”he enquired glancing to the bag. He wanted them whatever it was, far too lazy to go out and actually purchase his own in their weather, he preferred the notion of just taking it from someone else. The redhead opened the bag slowly, revealing a bottle of Firewhisky, along with a black packet of cigarettes in a brand he did not recognise. Draco snatched the bag from the boy. ”Thank you,” he said smugly and the children mumbled amongst themselves. ”That’s mine,” the boy replied and Draco smirked letting a few flickers of red spark dance at the end of his wand. ”Is it?”he asked , his voice holding far more malice than he was sure was necessary to intimidate the boy, who swallowed thickly. ”You could, have it, if you want,he whimpered and Draco nodded. ”Wise...” he stated, leaving the group with a nod. He swept from the common room without another word, intending to follow the castle through to the astronomy tower, and find some peace. As he brushed moved into the dank corridor he clicked the bottle open, taking a heavy swig, and he paused a moment leaning against the wall, enjoying the quiet. Though the low rumble of noise could be heard through the wall, the all encompassing silence of the corridor numbed him slightly, and he could not help but feel calmer in its presence. He took another wig from the bottle and slumped to the floor with a calm sigh, leaning his head against its cool stone and stretching his legs across the corridor in front of him. 696 WORDS , Sura , Let the flirts commence |
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