.,;'It's K i l l i n g T i m e again';,.

[ERASMUS FAEGHAN FORSYTH]

...It's Ki l l i n g T i m e again;
Put on your F a c e and let's P r e t e n d...

Erasmus ambled into the common room as per his usual manner, his easy gait belying him to have no particular purpose in mind. Of course, this was not untrue, strictly speaking. That is to say, the boy was playing a game of avoidance, doing his best to not presently be in the Potions class that he knew he was scheduled for- yet he did not have anything to otherwise do. For that matter, he mused that if one were to suddenly come looking for him at the bidding of Professor Guy, it would be easier to simply claim he fell ill and was therefore lounging in the common room to avoid further exacerbating his sickness.

Vaulting himself over the back of one of the over-stuffed couches that occupied the room, Razz landed on the cushions with a soft umph, hitting slightly off-kilter and knocking the air from his lungs. After a pained moment of inaction on the part of those selfsame organs he was able to suck in a breath of precious oxygen, which he thereafter released in an exasperated sigh. Violet eyes rolled up to the ceiling as the Slytherin rolled upon his back and ran a hand through his tumultuous locks. It may almost have been worth it to go to Potions, for he was suffering an almost comical amount of boredom lurking here. In the future, he planned to plan, so that he may make better use of his pilfered time.

Adjusting slightly, Erasmus stretched, back arching for a moment before he kicked his feet up, arms crossing themselves beneath his head as his ankles did the same upon the armrest. Upon further scrutiny, he supposed that he wasn’t really dressed for class anyway; His robes lay untouched for the day, hanging in his bedroom where he’d left them the day previous. At the moment, our hero subject was adorned in a black, frame-hugging hoodie with thin, bright yellow and green stripes traversing the front. It was half-zipped, revealing beneath it a green shirt with some sort of graphic of an owl wearing headphones and resting alight a telephone wire- he had no idea whether it meant anything in particular, but he’d found it had a certain whimsy to it, and fit perfectly. He awaited the day when someone would explain it to him, if they knew that it did, indeed, mean something to someone somewhere.

Finishing off Razz’s uniform-inappropriate outfit was a pair of loose, dark jeans, which were held up with the assistance of a yellow and black checkered belt. Upon further inspection, one would find that the yellow was the exact same shade as the bright hue of the hightops that currently ended upon his crossed ankles. Humming a boredly tuneless tune, the seventh year kicked the left of the bright yellow aforementioned pair absently to his non-beat and prayed for a distraction.

Word Count;; 479
Tags;; Anastasia Coote
Lyrics;;Killing Lights- AFI.
Notes;; Bahhh, first post on this site. I HAVEN'T ROLEPLAYED IN FOREVER, THIS POST IS SO WEIRD AND BAD AND RUSTY. Forgiveme.

[emilygraceeeeee]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Anastasia had a headache, or so her teacher thought. Declining the offer to be taken to hospital, Ana assured the professor all she needed was a drink of water and to close her eyes for a bit. After changing the earrings in her ears, and putting cream on her new tattoo, Ana decided to send a letter home. She was running out of pocket money, and Hogsmeade was coming up. Mum and Dad would surely send money, right? The Coote family was not a insanely rich family, but they lived a easy life. Her parents, Ritchie and Laura, lived in a modest home. Having only a son and daughter, the family lived in a modest three bedroom house in Goodrich's Hollow.

Ana skipped down into the common room, having fetched parchment to write home with. She had changed out of her uniform, into jeans and a stripped sweater. The tan sweater with red stripes was a bit too big, having belonged to her ex boyfriend. The very same boyfriend she was with for her whole fifth year, and was still very much in love with.

Entering the common room, she noticed she wasn’t alone. Erasmus Forsythia, Razz, was laying on a chair. Razz was a year older, a seventh year. After Ana and her boyfriend had broken up, they had gone on a few dates over the summer. Sitting in the chair next to Razz, she gathered her long blonde hair over to one side. Naturally, her hair was quite straight. But, with the help of a curling charm, today it sat in large waves. Locking her blue eyes on Razz, she spoke. “Why aren’t you in class, Razz?”

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[ERASMUS FAEGHAN FORSYTH]

...It's Ki l l i n g T i m e again;
Put on your F a c e and let's P r e t e n d...

Somewhere betwixt his silent prayers for a quick, boredom free death or a distraction [whichever came first, truly], Erasmus had thrown his forearm across his eyes in a dejected manner. He heard someone enter, of course, but made no move of any kind, even as he heard them settle down into the chair closest to him.

"Why aren't you in class, Razz?"

The words struck him as his brain instantly clicked into recognition of their speaker. Razz shifted his arm to peek over at one Ana Coote, an easy smirk spreading across his lips as his eyes ghosted over her form. Dazzling as ever, he supposed, even in that raggedy men's top. He did a mental recount, trying to remember when last they'd last actually spoken; It had been quite some time, outside the offhand comments and covert looks amidst their classes and passes in the corridors. To be accurate, one could say they'd spent no time together since their dates over the summer- certainly none since the beginning of this school year.

"Why, Anastasia. What a welcome surprise," Erasmus addressed her by her full name, as was his usual custom; he tended not to favour nicknames, no matter how many times someone would tell him they preferred one. Shifting, the seventh year propped himself up on one arm, the other lay over his stomach as he twisted his body to face the intruder, "And here I was sure that I would die a slow, painful, bored death." His words betrayed no flicker of emotion, but seemed to carry a certain warmth. His manner of speaking was practiced; it told people what he wanted them to hear beneath it, not necessarily what the words truly held.

Rolling one ankle to stretch it as he continued to hold Ana's gaze, Razz pondered aloud, "What would bring you to me this fine day? I do believe you share my Potions class. Which, if I am correct," violet irises flickered momentarily to the clock on the mantle, "started approximately fifteen minutes ago." He ignored the impropriety of asking her why she was here when he'd not answered her question of his own occupation in the common room. He was already playing at avoidance, why not further the endeavour?

Word Count;; 375
Tags;; Anastasia Coote
Lyrics;;Killing Lights- AFI.
Notes;; Totally fixed the stretching- hush your face!

[RHIANNON BROOKE NOTT]

She can fuck you good, bet i can fuck you betta

Rhiannon had seen two of her fellow classmates excuse themselves from their potions class. Her best friend and, as she liked to think of her, her personal assistant, Anastasia Coote, and Erasmus Forsyth. Oh, Razzy-poo was leaving? And Ana followed his example? Rhi just couldn't have that. She had put on a sweet smile for Professor Guy, asking to be excused as well to do her prefect duties and check on her friends who weren't feeling well, making sure that they made it to the common room with ease. She didn't want anything happening to them on the way, and what kind of prefect would she be otherwise, let alone friend? And her sweet smile always worked, because she was excused. The fact that she had a great grade and was beyond excellent at potions did help.

Rhiannon walked down the long corridor, which was aglow with green, since the dungeons were right under the lake, and it also gave a Slytherin feel about it, since the Slytherin's ruled the dungeons. It made her walk a little taller knowing that this was her territory. Of course, so was the rest of the school, but especially where the Slytherins resided. She approached the entrance to the common room and put on a sweet face. A very sweet face. When Rhiannon put on that kind of face, it was because she had other things on her mind, like the fact that Anastasia was going to be alone in the common room with Erasmus if she didn't get in there and stop it.

Rhiannon and Razz had a very interesting sort of friendship. They were more frenemies. They truly hated each other, but Razz was so good in bed, as was Rhi, and when they got bored, or just weren't that into whoever they were currently with, they were sure to have each other there as a backup. And Rhiannon liked having Erasmus as her backup, and didn't want Ana to ruin that. She entered the common room to see Razz lying down on the couch, talking to Anastasia. Oh no no no, Rhiannon thought as she swept grandly into the room. "Oh Razzy-kins! Are you feeling well? You left in such a hurry, I just had to come and make sure my darling baby was doing well!" she said, sitting on the edge of the couch, not actually wanting to be around him, but coddling him all the same. "And Ana! You too! How are you feeling?" she asked her best friend, as she went to feel Erasmus' head, and looking at him like he'd get a treat later if he did what she wanted now.

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Rhi doesn't want to share Erasmus!

[emilygraceeeeee]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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“I was wanting to send a letter home. I’m running low on supplies,” Ana replied, paying half attention. She started a letter home. After writing a few sentences, she got to the pressing matter. Ana heard the door open, Rhiannon waltzed into the common room. Internally, she groaned. As much as Ana loved her, Rhi was the last person she wanted to see right now. Rhiannon and Erasmus hated each other, and ended up yelling most of the time. Ana always joked that the two would be the worst couple ever, or the best.

The was before, back when Ana was in a relationship. Now, she was single. Ana didn't want to further plant the idea in their heads. Razz and Ana had gone out a few times over the summer, nothing serious. She had a good time, and wanted to go out with him again. Ana knew Rhi, she didn’t like to share. If Rhi wanted Razz, it would be damn near impossible for Ana to stop her.

“Rhi… Hi,” Ana said slowly, sitting up. What was she doing here? Professor Guy wouldn't really let three students out of class in a fifteen minute period. Ana knew exactly why she was here. Rhi was checking up on Ana and Razz. She was making sure nothing happened together. After all, Rhiannon always got her way.

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[ERASMUS FAEGHAN FORSYTH]

...It's Ki l l i n g T i m e again;
Put on your F a c e and let's P r e t e n d...

“Ah, I already wrote one this week,” Razz nodded to Ana, watching as her quill swept across the page in neat, arching lines. He couldn’t really read it from here, but he did like the way it looked, certainly. There was a lot to be said about a girl with good handwriting; some of it was even true.

As Rhi swept into the room, Erasmus almost felt the oxygen in the room dissipate to a thin, imperceptible layer, nearly inbreathable. He knew why she was here, of course; it took no genius to see that Rhiannon was the jealous type, even when the things she coveted were not necessarily hers. He supposed it wouldn’t be innacurate to say that they did belong to eachother, in a way. Yet, it was more like the possession of a favourite toy. You didn’t really have to be emotionally attached, but that didn’t mean you wanted the other children playing with it.

Stifling a snort, Razz instead allowed a tiny smile to form on his lips. His violet gaze followed the seventh year girl as she made her way to sit on the couch with him, scooting aside obligingly. The tension between the two girls was obvious and he debated aggravating it- but decided it would be more amusing to let them play out by themselves. It was true that he felt an undeniable attraction to Ana, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy seeing Rhi bend over backward to keep him open. Ruining eachother’s love lives was a sort of game they played, nearly an unconscious effort.

“I’m fine, slut,” his smile spread to an easy grin as he dodged the hand moving toward his forehead. “I’m just allergic to Potions, and felt a fit coming on. Forgot my EpiPen, you know.” He pulled himself languidly to a lopsided cross-legged position, leaning casually on the armrest closest to Anastasia, with Rhiannon sitting on his other side. He was completely pleased to be sitting betwixt two gorgeous Slytherin girls; That was his type, of course, ‘Gorgeous Slytherin’. Not that he was particularly choosy when it came to such things.

"Well, this is just a party now, innit?"

Word Count;; 356
Tags;; Anastasia Coote, Rhiannon Nott
Lyrics;;Killing Lights- AFI.
Notes;; In the back of his head, Razz is planning a Ménage à Trois.