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Reduced to Teeth // Open Nov 22, 2013 23:07:27 GMT -8

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Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Nov 22, 2013 23:07:27 GMT -8

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It was nearing curfew and Joram was extremely restless. After hanging out with Ezra in Hogsmeade and the little chat he had with Bellatrix there was no question his mind wasn't in the right place. Rodolphus had been ignoring him again and Rabastan's release was all over the newspaper. He's been gone for about a month now and no one was able to even write to him. Swallowing hard he slipped out of the dungeons that seemed oddly vacant for the time of night and started to make his way up.

Bag situated on his side filled to the brim with liquor and a small black plastic bag that was tied up tightly with a rubber band. Of course it was going to be cold, he was prepared for that. So said the heavy jacket draped over his shoulders. Taking a swift left into a shadow, Joram skipped the entirety of the stairs leading up to the Astronomy tower.

It was dead silent as he reached for the handle and pushed through the room to the open balcony that over looked the stars. It was February, it was freezing and the sky was perfectly clear. Joram was able to see the condensation of his breath linger in the air for a moment as he walked toward the flat railing that encircled the compound.

Slowly he pulled out the plastic bag and started cutting a line of cocaine on the marble rail. Clearing his nose for a moment and rolling up the thick straw he leaned over. The sound was unmistakable. Snorting up the powdered line Jor took a step back rubbing his nose and sniffing up what was left on his upper lip.

Using his sleeve to make certain nothing was obvious, Jor packed away his gear and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and uncorked it. Slumping down against the banister he took an extremely large swig and stared up at the stars. They were beautiful, they always were and they reminded him of his mother. Though at the moment Joram was a man of few words, his journal would state other wise. Brining his knees up to his chest, the sixth year boy just sat in thought about the situation he found himself in. Rodolphus, Bellatrix, Integra, hell he even thought about Eddie, Cait and Benji for once. It just seemed like turmoil.

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Reduced to Teeth // Open Nov 23, 2013 5:38:08 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2013 5:38:08 GMT -8

It wasn't that late, but she knew she should get some sleep; her skin was crawling and she couldn't lay still. Spending the last hour tossing and turning until her blanket was on the floor, Stasja decided to get up and take a stroll. Maybe a little walk around the castle will ease her mind.

"Want to go for a stroll, too?" she whispered to the tiny white kitten rubbing on her ankle. She had found the Kitten at Hogsmeade the past weekend a breath from death and decided to rescue it. It was probably the only good she'd ever done in her life. Although Stasja had a reputation for being cold hearted, or having no heart at all, she had a soft spot for animals.

Clad only her pink bunny print pajamas and socks and a thin, long jacket, she roamed the halls of Hogwarts with the tiny kitten balled up in her pocket. The professors would be doing their rounds soon, but Stasja Wasn't worried about it. She was light on her feet and sneaking around came second nature to her.

Letting her mind wander and allowing herself to get lost in her thoughts, she continued to walk aimlessly. when she finally snapped out of it, she found her self in the Astronomy tower. It was empty, as it usually was at this time. Walking to a shadowed area, she laid down and looked up at the stars. She Suddenly felt small beneath a sea of stars. The view was absolutely mesmeriy and breath taking. So taken in by what she Saw, she didn't even realize that someone else had joined her. He too didn't realize he was alone.

Stasja looked at the figure and watched him. After afw moments, she was able to tell who he was by the Way hee moved. Joram had a unique way of doing things and she knew that that head of hair anywhere. He was the Only one like him. Sitting up, Stasja had every intention of sneaking out but her Kitten had other things in mind. Crawling out of her pocket, the kitten made its way to Jorams feet.

The kitten meowed and all Stasja could do was walk out from the shadows.

"If it isn't everyones favorite Hufflepuff," she said walking towards the Kitten and picking her up.

Last Edit: Nov 23, 2013 18:53:06 GMT -8 by Deleted

VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V

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Reduced to Teeth // Open Nov 24, 2013 11:46:26 GMT -8

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Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Nov 24, 2013 11:46:26 GMT -8

It wasn't like Joram to miss a person all together. Especially one from the Slytherin house as they had a unique smell to them. The way they exuded power, it was almost tangible. Perhaps he was just that fucked up to begin with and his senses were dulled, but that wasn't the case. At the moment he just didn't give a fuck.

Coming to terms with how much he cared about people would have been his downfall, and lately it was getting harder and harder to do so. Joram loved Rodolphus with everything he had, but he couldn't get in the way of him and Bellatrix. That wasn't how love worked and if Rod needed to take care of her and push Joram to the side, so be it. That was what it felt like anyway.

Pulling in a very large swig from his whiskey bottle, Joram looked down and saw a solid white kitten. At first he thought that he was figment of his imagination until he reached down and let the animal sniff him. "It's an odd thing isn't it?" Jor's voice was almost silent and he reached out to rub the top of it's head. "I thought you weren't real, but seems I'm mistaken." A laugh penetrated from his throat and he shook his head feeling blood drip from his nostrils. Quickly he reached with his sleeved arm and wiped it away.

Within an instant feminine hands reached down and lifted the tiny animal from in front of him. A voice, ever so distant and familiar spoke. "Not lately apparently." Shrugging he grinned up at Stasja and polished off the bottle of whiskey, and then began on the next one. Twisting off the top and taking a small sip before leaning his head back against the railing.

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Reduced to Teeth // Open Nov 24, 2013 17:53:51 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 17:53:51 GMT -8

Stasja knew a lot of secrets; it was easy to overhear things when no one ever made an effort to be discreet. And it was no secret that Joram had a lot of drama in his life. When she had first met him she had to admit there was something about him that made people flock to him, even she was charmed by the Hufflepuff with long hair. But Stasja made sure she didn't get mixed up with him in anyway. It would distract her too much and her parents would highly disapprove of any distractions. Joram was a perfect example that wealth and power did not mean happiness.

"Venom here seems to like you," her fingers ran through the tiny creatures fur. Stasja was going to tell him he should head back to his common room before he gets caught out of bed, but she had a feeling he wouldn't listen anyways. He seemed too out of it to even care. Maybe she should try to help somehow, not that Stasja really cared, but in some small way she could understand. She of all people knew what it was like to keep things bottled in. The difference between them was that Joram turned to drugs and alcohol and Stasja just plain out denied everything.

She couldn't help but smile at his grin, "you're a mess." For some odd reason she wanted to take care of him. Putting Venom on her shoulder like a parrot, she sat down and let the kitten crawl down her back. Her hand reached out and touched the side of Jorams cheek, wiping away something white on his face.

"Too bad there isn't a spell to make you forget everything," she jested before looking up at the sky. They were all so small in the grand scheme of things.

Last Edit: Nov 25, 2013 18:34:31 GMT -8 by Deleted