#pbtapara

Charity was out on the Quidditch pitch, resting her back against the bench. Today it was lightly sprinkling and charity couldn't stop the shiver that took over her form. Merlin she should've brought a jacket, but she wasn't thinking. She wanted to get out, say hi to her mum, to spend some time with her. She even forgot her wand, probably one of the stupidest things she could've done, but it was her mum. She spent hours talking about her day, about her week. It hadn't rained for weeks and Charity was starting to miss her mum. She told her about Remus, about that prat Dimitri, before she apologized. "Sorry mum, I know you said I shouldn't judge everyone because of their past. But he manhandled me! Threatened to take me to the dungeons!" She laughed, knowing that if anyone saw her they would automatically think she was crazy, but she didn't care. Only people who knew grief would understand... Her smile slowly faded again as her heart clenched tightly. "I..I miss you." She looked down, irrationally thought to hide her tears from her mum. "I'm sorry."

Rodolphus closed his eyes, his body was wary with fatigue. When was the last time he had a descent night's sleep? His head snapped up when he heard a noise from his left, his hand went into his coat pocket and grasped onto his wand. No one was allowed to see him like this. No one. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the hallway leading into his sanctuary. Waiting.

[Lachlan sat there for what seemed like hours, his eyes reading the letter again and again. The words never once sinking in. His parents finally gave him a letter that Calum, his brother had written to him. As an Auror they could die any moment at anytime. So it was advised for them to write a letter to their families. Telling them a basic goodbye...Lachlans eyes ran over the page from left to right. 'I hope I never have to give you this.' 'I love you.' 'I'll be fine.' 'Take care.' Lachlan grew even more frustrated as his vision began to blur and he whipped at his cheek. Why had his parents kept this letter from him?! Why had his brother been murdered!] Why...

Rodolphus looked down the corridor, making sure the coast was clear. Before stepping out in the open and walk out the doors of Hogwarts. He didn't pay attention to where he was going, just out and away. Rodolphus's head filling with passing images of this past week. First Rabastan and him, talking. Then the letter and now Emma. His chest started to ache and he growled, furious. He knew it was bad to feel, to love.. He reached the black lake and sat down, looking up at the moon; as if it held all the answers.

Darcy sighed, she just got back from the library and was exhausted. She threw her bag to the side and laid out on her bed,wrapping herself around her pillow, Dimitri flooding into her thoughts. She had slept in his dorm a few days ago and already she missed his presence. She closed her eyes as a blush came over her face as she remembered his touch. He always left her wanting and waiting. She understood why he was holding back, but Merlin, how much longer? She blushed, she was acting like a horny rabbit. But ever since that night in her fifth year, she had wanted him. He made her feel things, it was the first time she ever felt lust. She had a lot of her first with him and she was hoping to share more. And they weren’t even dating, but then again they were, she didn’t feel the need to have a title to what they had. But the girls were still throwing themselves at him. Pearla was eyeing Dimitri, and she made no secret of it. It drove her up the walls, even though she knew he wouldn’t do anything like that. Her eyes snapped open as she heard her dorm room open.

Wendell went up to his dorm, throwing his things around in search for his books. He let small laugh, when he finally found his books under his bed. "Got you." He quickly threw it in his bag, getting up and picking up his bag. He was soon out of the common room and headed to the library. He thought about the pretty young brunette, he had never talked to her before and didn't know much about her. But she was helping him out, he might as well get to know her. From what he knew about the girl was that she was a gryffindor, fifth year and pure of blood. The only thing that really mattered. Once he arrived in the library, he walked to a place that was further in the back, just incase they got <em>distracted</em>. Not that he'd be the one to start it, since she was so young. But if she wanted to, who was he to abject? He chuckled sitting down at his table and waited.

Rodolphus immediately searched for Emma, at not finding her, he had no other choice, but to owl her. He wondered if she was worried, he was very vague. But he didn’t want to tell her over a letter, ‘I know your my everything, but I might be getting married to someone else. How was your day darling?’ Rodolphus snorted bitterly, his head snapped up as the common room door open and reveal Emma. In three long strides he was on her, pushing her against the wall and kissed her with desperation.