Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2013 11:10:26 GMT -8
Potions this morning was absolutely dreadful. Malfoy sat in the back of class tapping his quil along the desk, resting his face on the heel of his palm looking uninterested, and nearly half asleep. They weren't even doing anything with potions, simply just reading up on different mixtures and exliir. He took a sideways glance out the window, and tried to think what he would do after class. Stop by the great hall, perhaps? See if anyone was interested in taking a day trip to Hogsmeade over the weekend? Those were all possibilities. His mind wandered back to what he had been reading up in the library, something that had to do with strange objects that could be used to manipulate those who they were destined to possess, and he wondered how one could create such a terrible spell. A smile half smirk crept up the side of his face, he loved the idea, and honestly considered sneaking out of the class. Maybe one day he could try something like that. Of course, he'd need the proper precautions.
"Excuse me, professor?" He interuppted, raising his right hand. "I apologize for the distraction of your, er, fascinating class, but would you mind if I went off to the bathroom?" He said pointing over his shoulder out into the dungeons. Once he was given permission, he hastily grabbed all his belongings, and fast walked out toward the Great Hall. He snagged an apple and some jucie and then made his way onto the grounds. Malfoy didn't really care if he got caught, he'd make some sort of excuse, and if that didn't work in his favor then he'd be respectful of the consquences. He had just been bored in class, and he was stressed about so many things. When he became this way he liked to be alone and just write down what was bothering him.
Lucius put his extra books in a pile next to him as he found a tree close to the lake, and took out his journal. He began writing and then crossed the words out, they disappeared into the page, and it was blank once again. He grinned to himself as memory of her came back to him. Narcissa. She was so beautiful, but he felt there'd be no chance. Why would she want him when there were better and more charming boys in Slytherin? But then again he was charming, he was wealthy, and a well mannered guy. His brow furrowed even harder as the condescending voices of his family filled his head. He was good enough. He would be one day, and one day he'd have her. He wouldn't give up something like that. And again he bgean writing, but this time it was a poem.
- I wonder what it must be like to fall into an abyss. Feel a sense of nothingness and float on cotton candy skies, feel almighty. I am shredded to bit and bile and flesh. There is darkness that surrounds me, but when I see her despite her name as Black she shines so bright an lights up my world. Star in my omnious sky. Ah she. And these words I have difficulty verbalizing, and I shake an sweat when the thought comes to mind. It is true what they say how love is blind, but it also makes one paralyzed.
