``The Best There Ever Was || Rod

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``The Best There Ever Was || Rod Jul 7, 2013 23:00:20 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 23:00:20 GMT -8

Saturday, the first Saturday in January and it was a cold on. Shivering a little Jor stalked down a corridor from the Slytherin common room to get ready for the evening. He has certainly been spending countless nights in the Seventh year dorms, and poor Evan was so scared that Joram would catch the weird, it took him a few minutes to explain that he was immune to the weird and that he was always this way. The thought of how Rabastan and Integra tucked him in at night and then how he would toss and turn, only to leave Joram and Rod up to read him a bedtime story. A chuckle escaped from his lips and then he realized just how important Evan Rosier actually was to everyone. No, Evan may not be able to recognize that they're good people all the time, but he has recognized Joram and Rodolphus as his uncles and that was good enough by him. In turn that had to be good enough by Rod and Jor.

With a little more pep in his step, Joram slipped through the entrance to the Hufflepuff Common room with relative ease. A few faces looked at him with doubt, but nothing could break this attitude of his. Taking in a deep breath it was as musky as every. The smell of dirty was something he couldn't get used to not now that he had a taste of what it was like to actually live with the Slytherins. Their stares did happen to penetrate his ego and he kept his head down just for a moment before slipping off to the boys dorm room where all of his things were removed. Standing at the foot of his bed he stared at the emptiness of it all. In red letters sprayed across the yellow sheets of his bed read the word 'faggot'.

Anger started to boil as he clenched his fists down at his sides. Joram closed his eyes and took in a very deep breath. Calming down was something he needed to get used too. Of course he wasn't the first or the last to go through such public humility and he wouldn't be the last, but the shaming had come to a breaking point and Joram Mortelle has had enough of it. He should have expected it from the Slytherins, but to come from the Hufflepuffs was a low blow. Slowly he reached under the side of his bed and removed the sheet from his bed and looked on as the color bled into his mattress. "Figli di puttana." Joram was doing all he could to fight back the tears that came to his eyes and instead pushed the mattress off of the bed-frame and to the floor. Where he whipped his wand out casting every spell conceivable under the sun to get the markings out and everything came up short. Smearing the lettering only to watch it come back with a vengeance.

Swallowing, Jor turned to look at the door and waved his wand as it slammed shut, with another wave the ground level windows opened. Turning to look at the mattress he pulled it to the center of the common room and lit it up. Heavy black smoke started to fill the room, but fiend fire was controllable and he isolated it to just the mattress. The smoke on the other hand not so much, it began to blanket the entire room and he slipped out of the sixth year dorms with much ease. The only thought that crossed his mind happened to be where was his trunk? Moving down the corridor as he heard laughter come from behind him a small smile came to his lips. Turning into the sixth year girls dorm he saw his trunk and everything in a huge pile in the middle of the floor. "I should have just stayed..." Muttering to himself.

Pulling out a halfway decent shirt from the pile of stuff and looking down at his very skin tight jeans all he could do was shrug. Suddenly not in the mood to deal with any of their crap he quickly styled his hair, made sure no one got into his trunk and left. Messenger bag over his shoulder and looked over to the boys dorm as smoke was starting to filter out from the bottom. Whipping his wand again he sealed the cracks and crevices so nothing could escape. Eyes were looking at him again and he ignored them. Flat out ignored them and crawled out through the barrels into the basement. He had told Rod to meet him at the entrance to the kitchens. So that was where he was headed.

A scowl on his face for the most part, but suddenly the man he had admired for so long was leaning against the wall with a bored look on his face. "Hey, sorry I'm late." With a small wave, Jor came up to him and stood on the balls of his feet to place a kiss on the other man's lips. "Come on let's stock up on food and get out of here."

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``The Best There Ever Was || Rod Jul 8, 2013 2:18:14 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 2:18:14 GMT -8

As odd as it sounded, Rodolphus Lestrange had never been on an actual legitimate date. And for that mater, he'd never been on any sort of outing like this with someone he cared so very much for. In private moments, Rod had even used the "L" word with Joram. Something he'd never done before. Though he'd felt something similar a time or two before, he'd never confessed it. Saying it out loud was something so much different. It wasn't as scary as he thought. The words seemed to burst from him as though he couldn't possibly hold them back. He could remember a night in Italy spent at the beach until the water made them too cold. In a private little cove all on their own, the promises and "I love you"'s seemed so easy and effortless. It wasn't until the reality of their world and their lives came crashing down did it seem like he had to fight to say it.

Rod really did love Joram. And now that their world was taking over their lives again, he was going to stop at nothing to keep that feeling of safety the cove had created. So when he asked Joram out on a proper date, Rodolphus made a promise to himself that he would not allow any life issues to get in and spoil their night. He was even making it a point to look nice. Every hair was in the right place, his jeans were clean and nice looking and he had cleaned his shoes up from the slushy snow mixture he'd gotten on them. Choosing a nice deep purple v-neck t-shirt, Rod felt sure Joram would like it. So without much more fuss he grabbed his jacket pulling it on and nodded to himself in the mirror making his way up from the dungeons.

Only a few people whispered about him now. He'd paid them so little mind since they got back that it didn't seem worth their time to gossip about him anymore. It was obvious however, that the closer he got to the basement, the more stares he got. Why, he had no clue. But as usual he shrugged them off and made his way to the gaudy portrait guarding the kitchens. Leaning against the wall he watched the very few people pass by. Most of them Hufflepuffs. He was a little more than glad that he didn't see Caitlin Gallagher. Still a little raw from her, Rod had decided he didn't much like her and was not in the mood to force niceties on her because she was Joram's "friend."

On another positive note, he was not kept waiting long, and hadn't noticed that Joram was late. Shit, that meant he'd been late as well. This entire thought process was erased from his mind the second he laid eyes on Joram though. Something was not right. "Whoa whoa whoa..." His steely grey eyes narrowed looking down at him. Where was the bright ear to ear smile? That bursting at the seams with excitement attitude Joram always had when he saw Rod. He was hurt a little at first and ran over the time since he last had seen him and deducted that he had done nothing wrong so he was in the clear. "Time out, food can wait..."

With his large rough hands finding Joram's face gently he looked critically at the boy and frowned, holding him close. "What happened? What's the matter? Why are you so upset?" It was that tone and his less than excited body language that gave it away. Rod knew Joram very well and could read his moods. This wasn't a good one. This wasn't "I'm going on a date with the boy I love." This was something else, and it made Rod furious. Someone had hurt Joram or upset him, and he didn't care how or why, he only cared who. No one harmed Joram. Not with Rod around, he was making damn sure of that.

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``The Best There Ever Was || Rod Jul 8, 2013 14:07:08 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 14:07:08 GMT -8

The instant Rod's hands met his cheeks the tears that had earlier threatened to fall did, and they did so silently. Perhaps it was the fact that he was overwhelmed with everything that had happened in such a few short minutes, or maybe it was the fact that Rodolphus Lestrange actually gave a fuck. Within moments Rod had pulled him to his chest and asked him a few questions.

"I'm not welcome down there..." That was one thing that Joram couldn't understand. Hufflepuffs were supposed to be the ones that everyone got along with, even other Hufflepuffs, but it was painfully clear that he was not going to be able to stay down there that long. "They used something on my bed that I couldn't get out... so I burned my mattress." Clenching his jaw, Joram wrapped his arms up under Rod's and closed his eyes feeling as though this was the safest place in the world. "And they moved all of my stuff into the girl's dorm... can I just move back in with you guys?" Looking up at Rod, he realized the just how perfect he looked.

Jor on the other hand looked like a mess, straight up. His jeans were from yesterday and his shirt was one he just pulled from the pile on the floor. He looked in no way or shape ready for a date, but how could he get ready if all of his stuff was piled in the middle of the Sixth Year Girl's Dorm. It was just a mean prank to get under his skin and by god it worked.

Taking a deep breath that engulfed the scent of Rodolphus, the tension was slowly beginning to ease. "I'm tired of it, honestly. Of all the people I would have expected it from they were the last." Mumbling into the taller boy's chest. Jor just looked up at Rod's neck. "I shouldn't be hurt over it, I should just let it go, but now I don't have anywhere to sleep."