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                               pretending to sleep even when he was awake. it was the sort of tactic reserved for those of solitary nature.  hibernating through hardship.  so with even his barest hint of interest displayed, artemis was up and moving to pull the knarl from her pocket.   ❝   i try hard not to lose him.   ❞     she agreed, words lacking inflection but her lips turned up in a smile. the little creature was curled and prickly. but there was no hesitation as she snatched up alastor’s hand and rolled marbles into the slytherin’s palm with far more care than she showed for anything else. she was lost in conversation, and yet for this one talent, she was  meticulous.  attention absorbed, the movements of her fingers light and assured, so strange and stark a contrast to her fumbling of manners and  tact.    ❝  if you keep your hand open, the spines won’t stun you.  ❞    the warning (which greatly diminished the actual danger of said quills) was spoken soft yet confident, like an afterthought of something perceived obvious.  artemis’ eye was always difficult to catch, currently her gaze held by the slight twitches of movement from the creature as it sniffed the other’s thumb.    ❝   that was a very clever dodge. distraction ?  —very advanced… . almost missed it, myself.  ❞  glancing up from the hedgehog-like creature, artemis studied him just as carefully.   ❝   do friends usually avoid talking about pastimes ?   ❞

alastor !

             ❛  you’re an interesting bloke, ya know that right  ?  ❜    persephone couldn’t deny that her interest was piqued at that moment. she could understand the allure towards the darkness, mostly because hogwarts had all of it tucked away so neatly, only brought out to attention for special circumstances. even then, the dark arts were restricted. literally, kept away in the restricted section of the school library.  ❛  i’ll definitely have to let ya know about that. i am… definitely curious to find out.  ❜

alastor !

                      RETURNING  TO  HIS  SEAT      ,      he  leaned  back  and  shut  his  eyes  again     ,     almost  as  if  he’d  never  moved  in  the  first  place     .      ❛    I  might've  heard  something  along  those  lines  before      .      ❜      It  wasn’t  always  a  compliment      ,     that  was  for  sure      .     How  often  was  odd  and  strange  interchangeable  with  interesting     ?        ❛     Good  luck      .      ❜     His  words  were  said  almost  in  passing     ,     as  if  he  were  trying  to  end  the  conversation      .       ❛     Oh     !     ❜     Opening  his  eyes     ,     he  looked  her  way      .      ❛      Maybe  keep  it  between  us      ?     Where  you  got  that  book     ?     ❜

“Mail recipient really doesn’t suit you, though.” Tilden shuffled the other letters around in his hand. He was just trying to be nice and help out anyone who’s mail got lost. “If you see Mathilde Rowan, she’s got about fifteen letters from Lady Loverly’s Lovely Love Lotions. Weird hobbies they’ve got at this school.”

alastor !

  persephone eyed the book handed to her carefully, not sure exactly what to think. the dark arts didn’t hold much interest for her, but it did sound more interesting than what she previously was reading. ❛  alright, i’ll give it a shot. can’t be worse than what i was readin’, anyway.  ❜  she settled herself comfortably back into the chair, before looking up at the boy in front of her. ❛  is this the sort of thing ya find ya read often  ?  ❜

alastor !

                           HE WAVED  HIS  FINGER      ,     a  physical  agreement  to  her  words      ;      then  again     ,     almost  anything  could  be  considered  more  interesting  than  what  she  was  reading  before      .       ❛       Yes      .     ❜    His  answer  was  blunt     ,     perhaps  even  a  little  dry     .     He  didn’t  hesitate     ,     nor  did  he  regret  it      .     The  school  had  a  nasty  habit  of  keeping  his  interests  at  bay     ,     but  that  didn’t  mean  he  had  to  keep  his  mouth  shut      .      ❛      Mostly  because  I  find  everything  else  boring    .    Repetitive     .    But  who  knows     .  .  .     you  might  find  yourself  agreeing  with  me  once  you’ve  finished  it      .       ❜    

                    ❛     DARK  fucking  MAGIC      .    ❜

                          ❛     Well  I’d  fuck  Sirius       ,                                                  marry  James      ,                                             and  kill  Remus      .                                                           Tell  the  pretty  boy  to  leave  his  girl       ,              and  I’ll  kill  that  asshole     ,                                                            Black      ,      instead      .     ❜

                      ❛     Why  should  I  give  someone  a  second  chance   when  no  one  bothers  to  give  me  one      ?                                            Sounds  unrealistic      ;                                                             SECOND  CHANCES      .      ❜

    ❛    Stranded  on  an  island     ?                                        Let’s  see     .  .  .     I  don’t  know     .                                                  Artemis     .                                                                                                 I’ll  pick  Artemis      .      ❜ 

               ❛    Hmm      .                                     Bellatrix  Black       .     ❜

          “  a  lot  of  people  have  a  weakness  for  that  particular  word,   “   she  mused,   tapping  a  finger  to  her  lips  in  a  mockery  of  consideration.   she  really  wanted  a  seat  in  the  crowded  room,   and  next   to  someone  she  could  stand    —   alastor  made  the  cut,    but  that  was  knowledge  no  one  but  her  need  know.    “  why,   but  it  seems  so  common  to  me.   tossed  around  like  nothing  sometimes.  surely  another  word  or  phrase  could  satisfy?  “

alastor !

              THE  SIDES  OF  HIS  LIPS  QUIRKED  UPWARD       ,      a  knowing  edge  to  his  smile  as  he  shrugged  nonchalantly      .     Alecto  Carrow  was  the  epitome  of  class             put  together  with  a  pretty  bow  on  top      ,     no  matter  what  the  rumors     .     She  wore  it  well      ,     like  a  string  of  pearls  across  a  smooth  clavicle      .       ❛    Common  or  not     ,     everyone  wants  it      .  .  .     therefore  I  MUST  have  it      .       ❜      He  leaned  forward  slightly      ,     his  finger  tapping  the  velvet  armrest      .       ❛    You  must  know  what  that  feels  like     .       ❜

Artemis: You don't have to sign your name on texts.

    evan noted the drawn out yes and took it for exactly what it wasn’t, an invitation.   ❝  so agreeable today,  don’t tell me we’ve lost that  delightful  charm of your’s forever.   ❞   chuckling, evan skirted past his claimed seat and collapsed with great huff-ah in the nearest one, long limbs folding with exaggerated kick and posture rivaling his. karma had indeed come a calling, as there was nothing so splitting for a headache as she.    ❝  don’t go on about how much you’ve missed me, mood-swing. it’s embarrassing.  ❞  

alastor !

  ❛     OH  DEAR  GOD     !       ❜     His  eyes  flew  open      ,      a  dramatic  spark  of  horror  present  as  he  spotted  the  brunette  devil      .      ❛      Evan     .    ❜      He  said  her  name  in  an  attempt  to  buy  time      ,     his  mind  lost  for  a  response      .     She  was  undeniably  beautiful      ,     but  oh  so  ugly  for  someone  with  a  headache     .       ❛     Is  it  too  needy  if  I  say  I  missed  you     ?     Will  you  call  me  a  pansy  and  leave     ?      Quickly     ?      ❜      He  arched  his  brow     ,     now  having  returned  to  his  confident      ,     albeit  dry  demeanor      .

   that had been quite enough homework for one day, perhaps a lifetime, thank you very much. but alastor’s tone would make anyone cringe with guilt and artemis’ steps stalled for a moment before she continued relatively unfazed to a seat opposite the slytherin.    ❝   evening, alastor.   ❞     she greeted, hand falling to her pocket to grace light petting over marbles’ feather soft head. her gaze was steady on the unresponsive lump before her although she could not find it in her to ask directly what the matter was.  her feet shifted uncomfortably, head ducking as she played with a bit of string sticking out from the chair’s arm. stillness was not really her forte.   ❝   … if i may ask, is this how you usually spend your time ?  ❞

alastor !

    HE  DIDN’T  RESPOND     ,     nor  did  he  open  his  eyes      .     He  knew  exactly  who  it  was      ,     the  tone  of  her  voice  practically  burned  into  his  memory      .      She  wasn’t  the  best  with  people   and  yet      ,     for  some  reason     ,     she  found  him  to  be  as  interesting  as  one  of  her  creatures      .      He’d  been  called  a  beast  before     ,     but  the  circumstances  were  a  LITTLE  different    .      Of  course     ,    Alastor  would  be  a  liar  if  he  said  the  persistence  wasn’t  nice    .     He  actually  enjoyed  her  company      (     but  he’d  never  admit  that     )       .      ❛    Only  when  I’m  awake      .     ❜       The  boy  finally  opened  his  eyes      ,      his  gaze  immediately  narrowing  on  the  hedgehog  she  had  on  her  person      ;      an  embarrassing  sound  followed      ,     one  made  of  surprise      .        ❛      I  keep  forgetting  about  him      .  .  .     joke’s  on  you  when  you  say  you’ve  lost  your  Marbles    ,     huh      ?       ❜