dark star,

Patiently she had waited until the conversation had ended, standing quietly against the wall. A knowing smirk sat on her face all the while. With a quiet clearing of her throat, Scarlett announced her presence. “That first year is undoubtedly in love with you, I hope you know. Why else would the conversation have been that long and that giggly? It was a complete outpouring of affection and you simply let the little thing walk off - love unreturned,” she snickered, knowing she had been similar in attitude at that age.

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“of course they are, have you seen me? i have that sort of affect on people.” he stated all of this confidently, smirk quirking up onto his lips. “they can take this as a life lesson in the rejection they are going to have for the rest of theirs. not to mention, i don’t associate with the gremlins.” core has never been a fan of small humans. 

her laugh echoed across the greenhouse, the mandrake seedlings wriggling in their pots ready to be repotted into their bigger, final pots. she wasn’t actually currently studying for herbology or anything. no, molly found great amusement in coming into the greenhouse during this stage of growth for the little plants. “watch this.” she giggled, taking a twig, she lightly scratched it on the side of a fairly plump mandrake. the tops of it started to wiggle uncontrollably. “it looks like it’s trapped in a fit of hysterics.”

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corban had been oh so bored. prefect patrolling was a drag, somehow he found himself roaming. he didn’t actually mind the greenhouse compared to other places, the plants didn’t say stupid things. “are you torturing the mandrakes?” the thought of her torturing anything seemed ridiculously comical. “tsk, tsk. plants are friends not foe.”

she didn’t want to move,  but she was forced to so that he could take the seat next to her. rolling her eyes she snapped the book closed and straightened herself. “hmm, best keep those memories to yourself.” she hummed, pushing the book into her bag. “it was a polite way of asking you what the fuck you wanted but i guess we are past those pleasantries.” 

“are you attempting to say that i’d brag about it? do i look like i need to brag about anything?” he didn’t need to say anything really, one charming grin usually would suffice. when it came to other people that is. “oh ho ho,” he started at her tone. “we are always past those. maybe i wanted you.” he was fully trying to annoy her now, but if he couldn’t do that with his beloved housemates who could he do it with? “maybe i wanted to try other pleasantries.” he gave a dark chuckle, indicating he was messing her around. “what has you so miffed? is a man not suffering enough somewhere? i’m getting the feeling you were in a piss poor mood before i even got close.”

his eyes peering over her book only forced her to turn the page, her eyes still not leaving the pages. “both, actually.” perhaps it hadn’t been her main focus these days, but alecto was sitting at the top of most of her classes and alchemy was number one behind potions. “hitting on me again, corban? I thought we realised how much that didn’t work last time.” she hummed, now allowing her eyes to settle on him. “can i help you with something?”

“you know,” he started, pushing himself off the wall to come sit beside her. completely ignoring the fact that she wanted to be left alone. “i distinctly remember everything working.” the flirting rolled easily off his tongue, it was in his blood. “at least the important parts.” eyes dark and his smirk turning into a wolfy grin. he was in better spirits at the moment, all the adrenaline of practice making his pulse thud. “well, is that an offer that you’ll help me with something? cause i’m sensing a pointing attitude of me leaving, but i’m so interesting to be around.”

nose firmly stuck in her alchemy book, alecto didn’t care much for the chatter around her in the courtyard. it was warm enough for her to be sitting in the archway, and she had since taken her friends advice by getting more sunlight. a shadow moved across her, darkening her pages and causing a light, but evidently frustrated sigh to leave her chest. “you’re in my light.” she hummed in almost a sing song tune as she turned the page, not looking up to who it was. “move.”

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hands tucked into his pockets, elbow leaning against the side of the archway. a smirk drew up on his lips. he had just gotten back from quidditch practice, straight from the showers and on his stroll back to his dorm when he spotted a certain dark haired slytherin. since she was reading, he thought it perfect time to block her light. a deep chuckle forming in his chest. “am i? i didn’t notice,” leaning over to spy on what she was reading, “alchemy, how riveting. is this for enjoyment or a class?” his tone was left ambiguous, though he did move slightly. allowing just enough light to not cover the whole page. “why would i want to move when i have such an exquisite view here?”

Ted knew it was too late to be out of bed, especially for a generally rule-abiding fellow like him. But he couldn’t help it, and it wouldn’t take long to get to the owlery and back to his dormitory. Students snuck out of bed often enough - he should know, he caught enough of them on his prefect rounds - it didn’t have to be a big deal. 

Getting to the owlery and mailing his letter went off without a hitch, much to his relief. It wasn’t until he was headed back to the Hufflepuff common room that he heard something from behind him. Ted jumped, clutching his wand tightly, pointing the light at the end in the direction of where the sound had come from. 

“Blimey, you scared me half to death!” he whispered urgently, “What are you doing out and about at this hour?”

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“None of your bloody business.” Corban shot back, voice aggressive and attitude testy. “I’m..patrolling.” While he didn’t enjoy being a prefect in most ways, there were some perks. Like on the job naps, picking up girls by getting them out of write ups, being able to roam without many restrictions. Unless you weren’t mildly careful about it, he supposed. “And what are you doing out of bed at this hour, tonksy? Have a little nightmare?” He mocked, walking slow ( at his very own pace ) towards the hufflepuff. 

“i’d take cover if i were you, i can see peeves heading this way at break neck speed, not a good sign.” she fashioned her own little umbrella from her wand just in time to avoid being egged. “hate to say i told you so.”

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corban’s hand raised as he blocked the incoming flying objects, letting out a grumble. “hate to say it do you? does anyone ever actually mean it when they say that, telling someone i told you so is the best.” he looked kind of weirdly at her and her thing she had popped open, “what is that?”

“No, just wandering around. I think i left a hairband in here a while ago.” Emma quickly shifted herself from the brooms to the space by the lockers, as if a headband from a year ago would still be somewhere in the corner collecting dust. Through the window she could see the posts of the stadium. It was almost a year to the day since she was on a broom and playing. Maybe she was better then. “I love me hairband so you can see the vitality in finding it, aye? It brings out me eyes.”

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( cis male | he/him | kim jongin ) —— isn’t that CORBAN YAXLEY? yeah that is them, sitting there at the SLYTHERIN table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees the caw of a crow, a seductive voice calling you into the dark, a blood stained smirk, the connection of flesh on flesh, scent of earth and thunderstruck air, insidious classical music playing harshly in the background. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty MACHIAVELLIAN, SELF INDULGENT, and CHARISMATIC.apparently they’re a VENIT TEMPESTAS/DEATH EATER and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ it’s brett again ]

triggering subjects beneath the cut. ( abuse implied/mentions, violence tw, torture mentions, language, alcohol )  also, it’s a me a mario!

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