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[rebelwoutapulse]

So I'm sitting behind the school now, wearing a little extra since the sun is beating down like it was been lately, and I'm not real keen on burnin' to a crisp. I'd found a patch of shade and was goin out for a mid-day smoke, but got interrupted. Okay, so I could have ripped those blokes' arms off and used em to beat their own skulls in, I mean I

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[meliteae]

I'm lost on the grounds of Hogwarts again. I went outside to find a nice place to get some Transfiguration reading done, but instead I am wandering aimlessly. This place is far, far too big!! I do not think I will ever quite understand how to get around the castle.

I turn a corner and see that white-haired boy leaning in the shadows. I walk towards him, and see that he is bleeding. I am concerned, but he does not seem to want anyone to bother him. . .

[rebelwoutapulse]

I girl comes near and am real relieved when I see that it's no one I know. I look down a little and hastily wipe the blood from under my nose, all I need is some girl spreading it around the castle that I got the shit kicked through me.

[meliteae]

I pull a piece of cloth from my pocket and offer it to him for his nose. I am not sure what to think about this, because Wesley told me that he is a vampire, but he has been hurt and somehow that doesn't seem quite right.

[rebelwoutapulse]

"I um-"

Okay, least I can do is not turn down the hanky. I take it and dab at the blood under my nose.

"-thanks..."

I clear my throat a little a rub a hand through my hair.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I can't help but smirk a little, giving the girl a sideways glance over my cigarette.

"Have you seen her, pet?"

No use in lying anyway...

[meliteae]

I grin, playing with my unlit cigarette.
"You must really like her."

They must have some sort of connection. It seems too strange otherwise.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I offer her a light.

"she's not your average girl, alright...sorta makes a bloke wish he fit in."

Gryffindor don't carry on with Slytherin. I'd had that moral beat into my face today by a pack of quidditch players.

[meliteae]

"It seems like she might not be looking for someone who fits in."

I light my cigarette, lazily taking a drag.