Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw 
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 3, 2007 19:32:07 GMT -5
As the Ravenclaw boy often did when he couldn't seem to fall asleep, he counted sheep in his head as he lay in his four poster bed. 1..2..3. After about the tenth sheep he would generally give up. Not that he couldn't count past ten, but it was just a clue that he wasn't going to drift off to sleep any time soon. He turned on his right side, then his left, then laid on his back, and then his stomach. Maybe the fact that he hadn't bothered to change out of his jeans and t-shirt was the problem, but that was how he always slept, so why would that make any difference. Or it could always be the fact that the guy on his left had some snoring issues that needed to be taken care of. Whenever Damien didn't fall asleep before that guy, there was no chance of falling asleep.
He sat upright in bed and kicked the covers off of his body. This time as he decided to sneak out of the dormitory, he could care less if anyone else woke up in the process. He slid out of the bed and headed towards the door whilst running a hand through his dark hair, watching as it fell over his eyes. He made it out of the room silently but as an instinct shut the dormitory door with a hard slam. He winced and quickly hurried down the steps until he was safely out into the corridors of the castle.
It was strangely quiet around the place and it sent shivers up his spine. He didn't expect anyone else to be up and about, but there was always at least the sound of something moving. True enough, he didn't want some person to be following him around, but the awkward silence was slightly creepier than the thought of that. He resisted the urge to pull out his wand and took a deep breath before moving on with his exploration of Hogwarts.
He ended up in front of the trophy room and slipped inside silently. The room was lit up unlike the rest of the place as if someone had just been in there, which wouldn't be surprising. He would often come in here during the late hours of the night and would find others in here with the same problem. The glare from the trophies seemed to provide an extra source of light and Damien walked slowly past them, reading the names as he went along. [/size] |
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Jaxxon Malfoy
Slytherin 
Sixth Year
Slytherin Quidditch Team Captain
Cigarette Ends and Broken Bottles
The eldest Malfoy
Posts: 274
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Post by Jaxxon Malfoy on Feb 12, 2007 17:24:08 GMT -5
It was quite late at night, and Jaxxon was wide awake. He hadn’t slept well for days, well who could blame him, he had good reason not to. But that wasn’t the reason why. The other boys all made strange noises in their sleep, and Jaxxon had begun having funny dreams. Everytime he managed to fall asleep he’d toss and turn, having what he thought was called a night terror. It was awful. He screamed out and often woke the other guys in the dormitory. He’d decided from now on, he’d overdose his intake of caffeine and just not go to sleep; it would be a hell of a lot better than going through something as scary as that.
He sat up, too restless to stay in his hot and sticky bed. He pulled the covers off his bed and stepped out quietly. He ran along through the dormitory, pausing slightly to check out his gaunt and tired appearance in the mirror. Eyeliner from two days ago was all over his face, and his eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Well that was the trouble with not sleeping, it made you tired and made your eyes kill with pain, so much so that they wanted to close of their own will.
Out in the corridors of the castle, Jaxxon crept about, stepping lightly where he knew there were floorboards that groaned and creaked. Everything about this place was old, not just the floorboards. But for sixth years such as himself, they could get around the castle unheard, from years and years of practise. Watching the shadows on the other side of the corridor, Jaxxon treaded the carpeted floor slowly, knowing there was some enchantment over the next couple of meters.
Jaxxon made his way along to the Trophy room, he wanted to scout out whether his parents had actually won any awards. From the years he had spent in there, he’d never seemed to find them, but he could try again couldn’t he. Maybe this time the search wouldn’t be quite so fruitless. Maybe he’d actually find something to make himself proud of his parents, and not disappointed with their lack of achievement. For Malfoy’s they sure seemed to be underachievers, for what he’d heard of his ancestors, they were all great pureblood wizards who’d managed to achieve great things, but it simply didn’t seem like it now.
Jaxxon walked in cautiously, the lights were already on which meant someone had been in there recently or was in there. He pulled his wand out from his pyjama bottoms and pointed it cautiously in the direction he was going. Then he noticed Damien looking over the trophies. He’d been a friend of Jaxxon’s in the past, but you couldn’t really say that about them now, Jaxxon was unsure of how he stood with him. Maybe he hated him like the rest of the school, maybe he thought that Jaxxon was playing Kiera, or maybe he didn’t like Jaxxon breaking the boundaries of the houses, who knew?
“Oh. It’s you.” Jaxxon managed to say, a look of disdain and annoyance on his face.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 12, 2007 17:57:37 GMT -5
Looking at all of the trophies was a reminder of the one time Damien had to clean all of them for a so called detention. It wasn't very difficult. Just cleaning them off only to have mounds of dust collect right back in almost the exact same places. Not many people looked at them anyway, or at least not that Damien had ever seen. Most people just came to this place to get away from people or things. But sadly, Damien was just one of those people that spent their free time glancing at names on a golden trophy.
After a few moments of silence he heard footsteps from behind and quickly turned on his heel to see who it was that was behind him. He was a little surprised to see it was Jaxxon Malfoy, his ex-friend. Their friendship didn't end on bad terms, it just..ended. Damien didn't have the slightest clue on how it happened or why, but it wasn't all that important. Luckily though, he wasn't the only person who ran to the trophy room when they were unable to sleep.
Damien, at first, had no clue how to respond to that. He noticed Jaxxon's expression and mearly shrugged it off. "And that's a bad thing?" He responded with his eyebrows raised as he did so. Of course he had heard about the relationship Jaxxon had with a fellow Ravenclaw (it would be pretty hard not to), but it didn't really strike him as shocked. [/size][/right] |
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Jaxxon Malfoy
Slytherin
Sixth Year
Slytherin Quidditch Team Captain
Cigarette Ends and Broken Bottles
The eldest Malfoy
Posts: 274
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Post by Jaxxon Malfoy on Feb 12, 2007 18:21:57 GMT -5
It was hard to tell why Jaxxon and Damien didn't spend any time together any more. Back, two maybe three years previous to this, they couldn't have been closer. Jaxxon lived things up, and Damien being the Ravenclaw, and the naturally clever one, helped Jaxxon to get the work done. It was like a mutual agreement that that happened, and it had been a partnership that had seemed bound to continue for ever.
But like all good things, it had come to a natural death. Maybe they'd just outgrown each other, but after two or three years of being extremely close, they started to grow appart, and form bands of friends within their houses, and not speak to each other or have fun together quite as often as in the past. It had been hard for both of them, but eventually they didn't spend time together. Jaxxon had his friends and Damien had his own, they didn't need each other and didn't talk together at all.
Jaxxon smirked. Damien's way of replying to things had always made him laugh. "Not... necessarily." He paused. "Depends really on whether you want to kill me or not." He said, jokingly. "Like someothers I know." He muttered though. Jaxxon was unsure if they were still out to get him, but he had to carry on being careful. If he relaxed and let down his guard, they'd get him and try to kill him.
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Damien Rhean
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year
Hopeless songs won't stick
Posts: 85
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Post by Damien Rhean on Feb 12, 2007 18:30:46 GMT -5
Damien had by now backed up against a wall an comfortably leaned against it. The trophies were a bore, and he wasn't in the mood for reading things at the moment. His eyes were still getting adjusted to the light, and he would blink a little more than usual. His hair was all a mess and his face screamed tiresome, but on the contrary he was wide awake. But why did you have to look like a million bucks at midnight? It wasn't some pageant for God's sake.
He laughed uneasily at Jaxxon's comment. Kill him, well he didn't want to, at least he didn't have a good reason to. Unless there was something he didn't know about that was going on. He knew he was joking, but decided to ask anyway. "Why would I want to kill you?" He asked. Ok, so maybe that was a dumb question, but this was Damien Rhean at twelve in the morning. Not the brightest person in the world. [/size][/right] |
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Post by wowposter on Oct 31, 2008 22:26:18 GMT -5
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