A Snake in the Green House || Logan

Logan didn't fail to surprise her once more as he came to her rescue. She'd intended to just be truthful and say she was out of beds and take whatever punishment he would give her. Professor Ellis was perhaps the only person in staff that she couldn't fool. He saw right through her fascade every time and it irked her to no end. But it also excited her to know that unless he caught her doing anything against the rules, he could no nothing about it. She hid a smile that was about to form on her face and crossed her arms.

'Foiled once more, you dafty twit,' she thought to herself as she felt a triumph over him.

She looked over at Logan and provided him with a sweet smile of gratitude.
Professor Ellis turned back to Stasja, "I don't know what you're playing at, but you can't fool me with that sickly sweet false smile." The Professor instructed them to finish quickly and walked away, but not before giving Stasja a sharp look. If Logan wasn't there she would have probably stuck her tongue out at him.

Stasja waited until he was a good distance away before walking up to Logan. Frowning slightly, she shrugged, "Sorry about that. Professor Ellis is such a ... well, he just has it in for me." For some reason Stasja didn't want Logan to know who she really was or all the horrible things she's done. It was a surprise he wasn't aware of how wretched she was. She was sure that everyone in the whole castle knew of her nasty reputation for being well- Slytherin.

Her body moved closer to him, enough so that she could feel his body heat slightly warming against her. She wanted to thank him for everything, but she didn't know how. Slowly, her arms seemed to float up in the air on their own and then wrap around Logan. So this was what a hug felt like with other people other than her family. Stasja had never had any kind of relationship, not even friendship, with boys. This alone was surprising in its own and Stasja couldn't help but smile, though she tried to supress it.

When his warmth left her skin, she began to feel colder. It amazed her how suddenly she could feel so cold, then warm, and then cold again. And it wasn't the weather, it had something to do with him and how he made her feel. A mix of emotion stirred in Stasja, half of her never wanted to see him again after tonight. If she never had to see him, she wouldn't have to feel whatever it was she was feeling at that moment. He made her feel good about herself, but at the same time she felt so torn in half and she didn't know why. Or maybe she did and she just didn't want to admit it.

But despite what she felt, she smiled back at him and kept her feet steady not moving an inch. She did, however, pull up her wand in front of her and pointed at the planters. With a few incantations and swishes of her wand, the wheel barrow and all the plants began to float and find their way to where they were supposed to be. Her parents had always taught her to work smart, not hard. Which was part of her problem and was also a disadvantage, but as long as she got it done, it didn't matter how it was done. Everything was in place as she thought was proper and they didn't have to take a single step. Sure, Logan probably liked manual labor, but her nose was about to freeze and she was sure her toes were already frozen to the bones.

"Come on!" she said taking his hand and pulling him along towards the entry to the castle. Her breath fogged in front of her as she breathed hard running into the warm hall. It didn't come as a surprise to her how winded she got just running that distance, she might have been average in weight but she sure wasn't as athletic as she once when she was younger.

Stasja pointed down to the dungeons, "I'm in Slytherin. What house are you in?" To Stasja's great surprise, it didn't matter to her what his response would be. If he was in Gryffindor, it wouldn't have mattered. In fact, she liked him so much she was praying he would be in Gryffindor. Because if he was in Slytherin, it would mean deep down he'd be exactly like her. A snake. And she cherished the fact that he was the complete opposite of that.

Stasja beamed, "I suppose we are!" Hufflepuff. That was much better than Slytherin and in her belief, suited him better than Gryffindor. He was sweet and kind, not boastful and so gentle. Hufflepuff fit him. He was perhaps the only Hufflepuff she'd ever met that she liked. Stasja walked slowly towards her the entrance of the common room. It appeared she had taken the lead and was the one keeping their pace, so she walked slow, savoring the moments of silence they shared in the shadowy and empty hall. The dungeon was cold and though she couldn't wait to get inside her room to feel the comfort of warmth, she also didn't want to say good bye just yet.

When she had reached the proper spot on the stretch of blank wall, she stopped. The door wasn't visible, there was no door. Just a long wall. She looked up at him and fidgeted with her fingers. Then she looked down at her nails for a while as she picked at them. When he finally hugged her, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

Turning to a specific block on the wall, she whispered, "Sapphire." The quiet halls remained quiet. There was no sound and no movement. "Sapphire," she repeated and looked at the piece of block that refused to move.


The entrance to the Slytherin common room was always changed along with a new password every fort night. It happened to be this night that the entrance and password had changed after she had left the common room to go back to the greenhouse. The new password and entrance were only available to students in the common room as they walk out in the morning... And that only meant one thing: Stasja was locked out.

Stasja looked down and then looked at Logan, "Ummm... I must have misplaced the correct block." She knocked on the block and then the one next to it. "I'll figure it out, thank you," she stated giving him a nervous laught before staring back at the stubborn wall the refused to open for her.

Stasja's ears burned from embarrassment. Head girl, locked out of her own dorms; oh people will definitely make fun of her now. Well, who cares what any of them thought? It's not like she was the first person to ever be locked out of their dorms. But staying out in the hallway was horrible, especially with Professor Ellis roaming about. He'd definitely give her detention then. The git.

"If you can't get in, you could always stay in...in Hufflepuff until you can get your password?" he said.

Her eyebrows raised. Bold. Very bold of him. But she doubted it was any kind of invitation. He didn't seem the type, which Stasja liked very much. She looked around, hesitating slightly before nodding her head. It was better than nothing and it was getting cold. The thought of sleeping in the hall didn't sound appealing at all.

Nodding her head, she smiled, "Okay. Thank you." She blushed a little and she hoped he wouldn't see. She walked closer to him as they made their way towards Hufflepuff as she knew exactly where it was. Stasja didn't know what else to say, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable at all. She really liked the silence and took comfort in it with him. There was something about Logan that made her want to listen. If he talked for hours on end she wouldn't mind it at all, she'd happily sit there and listen intently to what he had to say. Her hand took a hold of his casually and it came as naturally as breathing.

Stasja was horrified at the thought of seeing her male classmates half, or almost, naked. She liked men. Yes, that was for certain. But she'd never seen one naked. As provocative as she dressed sometimes during balls and dances, she'd never gone beyond just kissing. Stasja always thought that the only man she'd ever see in boxers would be her future husband. If she ever married. Right now it didn't seem like it was in the cards for her. What with all the talk that's been going on. No, she wouldn't have the life that most people dreamed of. Stasja was certain she wouldn't live past a few years, in a war that she neither wanted or wanted to be a part of. No matter how hard her parents tried to push her towards a position of power, Stasja knew better. Power was available only to the few lucky ones, and she wasn't one of those. She was a pawn. There was no changing it. Her destiny was already set in stone.

Stasja just listened and remained quiet until they were inside the Hufflepuff common room. She'd have to try to wake up early to avoid anyone seeing her. It was doubtful she'd get in trouble as no one would actually say anything because mostly everyone who knew her, feared her. She was vicious and unrelenting when she had to be, and it seemed like it was more often than not. Her hand finally slipped away from his as she walked towards the fireplace. with a cast of her wand, a flame ignited on the logs and within seconds a bright fire warmed and lit the room. Stasja took a look around. Despite being in the dungeons, the Hufflepuff common room was comfortable. Unlike the Slytherins cold and nearly barren room.

First her robe came off before sitting down, she wished she had some hot chocolate. She worried about her tiny kitten all alone in the room. But it was probably sleeping and hopefully healing. But her body soon began to relax. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled her legs up on the couch. She looked up at Logan and smiled. "Will you... Ummm... Stay with me until I fall asleep?" she asked quietly in almost a mumble. "If you're tired, or you don't want to, that's alright," Stasja added quickly. Then looked down, "It's just really hard for me to sleep in strange places."

Stasja's lips spread into a smile as she watched him go upstairs. As soon as he was out of sight, she immediately tried to straiten up her hair and wipe away at her face to make sure there wasn't anything there, like maybe dirt that he was too kind to point out because he didn't want to embarrass her. While he was gone, she looked around the common room. She'd had a quick glance once or twice before, but she'd never actually spent time in it. It was decorated in yellow and black, not the worst colors, she supposed. There was a home feel to it, especially now with the fireplace roaring it seemed more like home. Not the home she had with her parents, but somewhere she'd never seen- like the home she always wanted. Stasja looked back up the stairs after a few moments when Logan didn't come back down. She wondered whether she should go up to see what was going on, if he needed help. But it was unlikely. Maybe he wasn't coming back down? This thought saddened her but it wouldn't have come as a surprise, she didn't deserve his kindness and she knew it.

Her ears perked up when she heard him coming down the stairs. With eyes beaming she looked up at him as he set down the pillow and blanket. He looked a little nervous, it was cute to her, she'd never had anyone who was actually nervous to be around her. And not the afraid kind of nervous, either. The same kind of nervous that she was; palms sweating, mouth going dry, lump in her throat kind of nervous. When he finally sat down, Stasja set the pillow right next to him and laid down, her head right beside his legs. She spread the blanket out over her and was instantly warmed. Laying on her side, she could feel his presence above her and when her body finally relaxed, she felt even more at ease. The emotions she'd felt that night were unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Yes, she'd flirted with one other person, Ezio. He was a mirror of her, in some ways. He made her take chances, made her brave, endearing... sexy. But Logan was different. The way she felt around him was more natural. She didn't have to try so hard and it came as easy as breathing. It was as if the person she was today when she met Logan was the person she was supposed to be.

Logan broke the silence and broke her from her thoughts. "That's kind of you, but I'm not hungry," she whispered, afraid that someone might hear them. But as far as they were concerned, everyone was asleep. Stasja's hand reached up to touch his leg as if it was the most natural thing to do. "Thank you for letting me stay... Is this okay?" she asked, again in a low whisper. Her eyes were beginning to get heavy and her breathing was deeper, but she liked hearing his voice.