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Post by Theodore Maro Nott on Jan 31, 2011 22:15:31 GMT -5
[/color][/font] Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood----------------[/center] Theodore was in a lousy mood. He had so much homework he couldn’t even believe it. He supposed that’s what he got when he spent most of his time out and about instead of doing the assignments. H had recently been outside, in the freezing cold snow, doing nothing but laying in the snow as if he had nothing better to do. He had been doing that a lot lately, he realized. He had been so focused on not doing his work—at attempting to be as far away from the Slytherin dorms and common room as possible. It was only inevitable that he’d have to return here somehow. So, with his worst glare directed at the first years in front of him, he dumped his bag on the table.
“What’re you idiots doing at my table? Scram.” He jerked his head towards the portrait, knowing they’d get the hint. They all sneered at him, but hightailed it as soon as he reached for his wand. Rolling his eyes and wondering if and the rest of the sixth years had ever acted that idiotic, Theo sat at the table and reached into his black bag, pulling out a white quill. His entire attire matched, something he was proud of. His white, button-up, long sleeved shirt patched with his quill while his black dress pants, as well as black shoes and socks, matched with his bag. The bag, of course, had the Slytherin emblem on it which matched with his tie. He glanced down at his Potions essay and wondered, instead of actually doing it, why he had put it off for as long as he had.
It wasn’t a very Slytherin thing to do—especially since he loved Potions. Well, he had loved it last year and all the years before that because he had had Professor Snape teaching them and he loved Professor Snape, as a teacher. He had been the only one that was fair to the Slytherins and biased against all of the other houses, as opposed to, say, almost every Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers which had, undoubtedly, favorite the blasted Gryffindor house. It wasn’t as if Theo had anything against them, honestly. He just got along better with the members of his house-occasionally-and some of the Ravenclaws. He’d be socially murdered if he ever considered talking to a Gryff or a Hufflepuff.
And, if there was anything Theo wasn’t ready for, it was to be socially murdered. At least, not yet.------------------
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Feb 1, 2011 10:24:41 GMT -5
  Draco sighed heavily, running a hand through his already mused hair. He had nearly fallen asleep in the corridor outside the Room of Requirement again. It was becoming a bad habit, and he shuddered to think who would've seen if he hadn't jostled awake when he'd heard footsteps. Instead of just heading back inside the room to work on his cabinet some more, Draco had trudged off towards the Slytherin common room, completely exhausted and just wanting the day to be over with. He had no idea if he'd even be able to sleep if he went to the common room, because for some reason sleep had begun to get even further out of his grasp. Really, Draco figured, the only time he could sleep was when he...Draco shook his head. Now definitely wasn't the time to be thinking about that. He sighed again, then grumbled the password to the common room.
Of course, almost as soon as the portrait swung open, two idiot first years came barreling out and crashed right into him. Draco sneered and them, his temper suddenly spiking. Their added annoyance was almost like a catalyst for Draco - it just sped up his reaction. "You bloody brats, get the hell out of my way," Draco snapped, shoving one of them over and making him fall to the floor. His friend shot Draco a slight glare, but Draco, satisfied with his shoving, brushed them off and headed into the common room. It was dark, which was quite beneficial to the headache that had sprung up after he'd snapped at the two ickle firsties. Upon further inspection of the common room, Draco saw Nott sitting over at a table by himself. Draco couldn't help but smirk; it was the same table the boy was always at. Draco made his way over, glancing down at the boy who seemed to be working on some essay Draco had most definitely not completed yet.
As he made his way over, Draco's thoughts sort of drifted away again. Truthfully, this year was making Draco feel like he'd rather be murdered than withstand another second of it. It was bloody ridiculous, and Draco hated hating school this much, especially if he had to be here until the end of term. Rather unconsciously, Draco's hand shot up to fiddle with the top of his tie and loosen it a bit. He was still stressed as shit, and his appearance seemed to be paying the price for that. It was a bit maddening, Draco believed. Though there were still some days, after he spent time in the Room of Requirement for other reasons, he found himself perking up and running on more than just adrenaline and pure nerve. Those were the days that Draco had begun to relish, though they didn't seem to happen often enough for his liking. But there again, there wasn't much he could do with that.
"Still in love with that table, Theo?" Draco questioned, raising an eyebrow at the other boy. Draco peered down at his essay, but it didn't seem like the other boy had been making any progress. "I do believe your love is distracting you." Draco let his hand drop away from his tie, trying to appear like he was just as suave and cool as always, then he dropped down in the chair opposite Theo and leaned back in it. Draco had to admit, just sitting in a chair and relaxing was pretty nice.
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Post by Theodore Maro Nott on Feb 1, 2011 19:46:56 GMT -5
[/color][/font] Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood----------------[/center] He could hear him from where he was sitting. The Slytherin Prince, himself, had finally entered the common room. If Theo hadn’t been around in a couple of weeks, it was no big deal. Most people didn’t notice and his table, apart from the first years he had kicked off, remained generally unused. But, when someone like Draco wasn’t around often, it was obvious to everyone. He wondered if the blond would go straight to their dorm or actually grace him with his presence. Honestly, he hadn’t seen his dorm/mate in a long time, it seemed. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember having a decent conversation with him since at least fall. Then again, he had always preferred Blaise’s company or Lilly’s, and he hadn’t been around much either. Still, for all that he could hear and know who was in the common room; he didn’t bother to glance up from his assignment.
“Clever, Drake,” Theo said, not bothering to comment, but instead doodling on the edge of the parchment. “Did you come up with that one yourself?” So what if he had always used that one specific table? It had been his table since he had been a first year. He wasn’t going to give it up until he graduated. Even then, he was tempted to just shrink it and take it with him. He wasn’t the best artist in the world—in fact, his drawings were quite pitiful. Even the flask he was attempting to doodle on the corner was turning out to look demented as if someone had broken it and was trying to put it back together the muggle way. But, they were full of his drawings, and he had even put forth the effort to tell the House elves to stay away from his table. If he found one drawing, just one, missing, he was sure to cause havoc in the kitchen. Still, Theo blinked at the parchment and set his quill down before intertwining his fingers together and looking up at Malfoy. As soon as his sapphire-like eyes landed on the blond boy, he raised an eyebrow.
His mate looked like he had gone through hell and back. It seemed like he hadn’t gotten enough sleep, if the bags under his eyes gave any indication, and, honestly, Theo didn’t want to go on. “You look like…well, like you haven’t been taking care of yourself.” His eyes narrowed, and his hands moved to roll the parchment up and chunk it into the empty seat next to himself so he could focus on his friend. Although there had been some…rumors going around about his supposed fight with Pansy—which was important for him because he thought of Pansy as a sort of sister figure he had to take care of…and tease when it suited him—he was still there for Draco, too. After all, he had known the blond boy since…well, it seemed like forever and Theo didn’t really want to have to do any arithmetic about it until he had homework assigned over it. “What happened? Did you let a Gryffindor punch you?” He smirked, showing it was just a jab to get him to smile.
He realized he probably shouldn’t be making a joke about the latter’s appearance, but he didn’t know how else to start a conversation. If Malfoy did manage to just tell him why he looked as, and he almost apologized for thinking it, as raggedy as did, all hell would break loose. While Theo liked to consider himself a close enough friend to the blond, he doubted he would get told anything. ------------------
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