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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 24, 2013 20:01:49 GMT -8

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Some sort of realization hit Joram like a ton of bricks. It was not even remotely close to a pleasant feeling. Rolling out bed he looked across the room to the sleeping dorm-mates and he closed his eyes once his feet hit the floor. Heart heavy and limbs tired from the previous night, Joram looked at the mirror that hung on the wall. Pure and complete shit, that was what he represented in the magical glass that never told a lie. Throwing his fist into his reflection crystal shards shattered around him and all across the floor of the sixth year boys dorm. Knuckles bloody he didn't care, without grabbing a jacket Joram lifted his messenger bag up off the top of his trunk, followed closely by an open bottle of whiskey that met his lips as he pushed through the door out into the common room.

There were eyes upon him, so many faces staring into the disheveled boy's direction. Joram's heart could have stopped for a moment, but he ignored all the stares and shoved through the entry way. Joram was quick to climb the steps as he hid his face behind the messed up locks he normally took pride in preparing for public. Suddenly the urge to not care was overwhelming, especially with that he realized. Tromping down the staircase that lead to the courtyards and lawns he found himself walking through the mud, tears rolling off his cheeks. The sky was clouded and snow was starting to fall, but the alcohol was keeping him warm from the chill, but it may not of been enough.

The light dusting lead a trail behind him. Not normally one to give up to such idiocies he slammed the bottle back and chugged nearly half. Stumbling a little with the salty tears cascading to the earth, Joram found himself walking toward the Black Lake. If he could have been anything else in this world he would be happy, but this sixteen year kid had a lot more to worry about than his grades. His friends, all of them, would grow up and die, their legacy would live on through their children, and he would watch their children die, and their children's children. This struck him to the core, he would watch as his best friends pass away, but his face would forever be unchanging, he would forever appear like the young boy he was, for atleast another hundred years.

Slidding down the old tree that loomed over the water front, which shielded him from the breeze and snow. Rubbing his now reddened eyes with the back of his hand, Joram pulled his knees to his chest and let his forehead rest upon them. Knees getting damp with his tears before he lifted his head to finish off the bottle and chucked it across the grass. The snow started to pick up and soon a light dusting lay on the empty bottle.

"Why do I even bother falling in love? Why do I open my heart up to something that will grow old and die, and I will look the same, feel the same and watch them die. I will be at their funeral and I ca....I can't do anything about it." He muttered to himself. The thought of Rod's gorgeous face flew through his mind and Joram tried to blink away the fresh set of tears. But his efforts seemed fruitless as heavy sobs filled his chest. Arms frozen from the weather as he pushed the tears from his cheeks. Joram was regretting the fact that he didn't grab a jacket, but he would just suffer until he could walk into the castle straight faced.

If there was a way to reverse the vampirism that was bestowed upon him, all his grief would diminish, but then he would feel an emptiness. Running his hands through his hair, the only picture he could think of was Rodolphus' beautiful face and body growing old and soon dead. Even though he went through the trouble of lying to Rod about his feelings, he didn't want to lose him as a friend. If they could be lovers it would be even harder. Joram thought he was okay with death, but he was realizing the more he loved someone the harder it would be to watch them age and die.

Pulling out different bottle from his bag, he uncapped the Grappa and let it sting his throat all the way down. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol was something he was unfamiliar with and it only made him feel worse. Terrified of the feeling that rippled through the stillness of the weather, Joram's heart felt it was being torn apart by himself alone, his mind. He was in love with Rodolphus, the feeling was stronger than what he felt with Alice Hallows, it was strong and he realized that he would do anything for that man, but the last thing he wanted was to appear weak. Pulling the bottle back to his lips he realized that it was empty as well, the world was beginning to spin as he cast it out into the snow.

Face on fire from all the feelings that were held capitive in his chest his eyes scanned out across the lake from the undergrowth, the waves were lapping the shore and it amplified the deadened feeling. It didn't help that the lake looked like it was tilted on an axis. Closing his eyes Joram let his head down on his knees again. Why did it have to be Bellatrix and not him, why did it all have to be so confusing?

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 24, 2013 20:46:10 GMT -8

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Up at five again today. It was much colder than other days. He had already been out to the grounds for his morning jog, come back, showered, found his way to the kitchens and was now back outside in more normal attire plus a sweater and long black wool over coat with a napkin full of bacon and toast. He had been out to the game keepers cottage, but didn't stop. He simply needed the walk outside in the cold clean air to think. He had a lot on his mind these days, and the air smelled of snow, something he enjoyed immensely. He still hadn't decided on what to do about the situation at home. He knew he couldn't bring Amelia here, and he hadn't siphoned off enough money to set her up in an inn in Hogsmead for the rest of the year either.

Lost in his own thoughts, Ezio had not realized where his feet had taken him, back up the hill towards the school, around the side of the building and towards the Black Lake. It was here the Italian mind came back to him and he paused to look around, as though he was seeing this area for the first time. A light snow had started to fall, and he was glad for his sweater and over coat now, when he had been debating wearing them both at all only a little while ago. He was just reaching for the last piece of toast and bacon, glad to be able to put his gloves back on when he was done, when a figure caught his eye. It took him a moment to figure out just who it was, but when he did, he wasn't sure he wanted to make this encounter.

Ezio's and Joram's families both hailed from Italy, and where still friends with each other, but that didn't mean he and Joram had ever been on friendly terms. Ezio was pretty sure it had something to do with their families arranging a last minute, as in this year, betrothal to his cousin Chloe, even if the boy had never come out and said it to his face. Ezio wasn't sure he liked the idea any better, but it was their families wishes. He began walking towards Joram, intent on simply nodding to him and then going inside, but he stopped as he saw the boy toss an empty booze bottle onto the ground. He then noticed Joram had no jacket or coat or anything and his arms and hands where starting to turn red from the cold. They may not have liked each other, but Ezio could not abide just leaving him out here, what if he got hypothermia or something because he decided not to come back in. With a heavy sigh, knowing this was going to turn ugly no matter how nice he was about it, Ezio walked over to Joram, shrugging his coat off. "Here,"[/color] the Italian said offering it to him. "I know you don't like me, but I won't stand by while you freeze your arse off, so please indulge me this once."[/color]

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 24, 2013 21:08:48 GMT -8

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Shitfaced doesn't even come close to how bad Joram was feeling. He was obliterated and completely trashed with the amount of alcohol he consumed, including the line he did before deciding to tromp through the grounds like it was nobodies business. Rolling his head as barely noticed the footsteps that crunched in the fine layer of powder, opening his red and puffy eyes groggily, Joram nodded and then looked out across the lake. All hatred aside he closed his eyes once more and let his forehead rest on his knees. "Thanks," it was quiet, almost inaudible but he knew that Ezio would definitely hear him, especially through the silence of the world.

The pair never had gotten on, and it was even worse now that his only cousin was on her way to be a D'Orolione, but he pushed everything he felt about Ezio out of his conscious. It wouldn't help any if he was too busy hating on the guy who loaned him his coat. Taking in a deep breath Joram willed the earth to stop rotating, it was hard enough to sit up right. Raching for his messenger bag again to procure another bottle for the both of them, his hand found nothing. That never happened, Joram always had something in his bag, be it a bottle of wine, whiskey, vodka or rum he always had it on hand. Sadly, that wasn't the case this go, probably drank Rodolphus' bottle on accident too, but his mind was too far gone.

"What are you doing out here?" Give it to the boy, he was truthfully trying his damnedest to be nice. In this drunken state Joram wavered before placing his hands to the ground in order to steady himself. "And since when have you given a damn about me?" There was no anger in his voice, it was just dull and numb tones that came from his mouth, some words were slurred and jumbled together. Nothing could ease the feeling his heart was giving off, breath lifting in small clouds from his mouth. Joram didn't know how to drown his sorrows, instead the alcohol only amplified the feeling in his chest.

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 25, 2013 9:16:05 GMT -8

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Ezio draped it around the other boys shoulders so he wouldn't have to get up. Quite frankly he was surprised Joram hadn't vomited yet, but then again Ezio wasn't much of a drinker himself. He watched the young man fumble around his bag, clearly looking for something, and he fairly sure the last of that something had ended up empty on the ground. Knowing it was a bad idea, but doing it anyway, Ezio picked up the empty bottle and a twig. He transfigured the twig into a bottle and filled them both with water before muttering under his breath, "yeast of habit, vat from home, turn this water into rum."[/color] The water quickly darkened and began giving on the familiar smell of dark spiced rum. He reluctantly held out one of the bottles for Joram. This was a bad idea, but if they were going to be related, Ezio might as well try to get Joram to at the very least be less hostile towards him.

"I usually go for a two hour jog at five or six in the morning. Then I can't get back to sleep so I go to the library, study, catch up on homework, or go for walks. I like the smell of fresh falling snow, so today it was a walk,"[/color] Ezio said, sitting down beside the boy that hated him. He looked over at the vampire, just looked at him for a moment, the bottle of freshly concocted rum in his hand. He had pulled his knees up to where he could drape his arms at the elbows over them. "You have disliked me even before this betrothal to your cousin. Why? Is it me? Or my family."[/color] Ezio was pretty sure it was his family at large, not just him specifically, but he had no idea why anyone would have such passion against his family. He also wondered, fur half a moment, how many times he would be refilling the bottle of rum, and when he should stop. He wasn't too keen on getting vomit on him this morning. If there was one thing , well maybe two things in the whole world he was vain about, it was the impeccableness of how he dressed and that he looked and smelled good 90% of the time. That was also why he got up to jog before the sun was even up, because then he could shower and look his best before anyone even knew he had been smelly and sweaty.

"And you can't really blame me never giving a damn before. One, you never gave me the chance to try. And two, I really can't stand the way Lestrange treats women, and there for him in general."[/color] Ezio had no idea, or inkling as to how Joram really felt about Rod.

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 25, 2013 22:36:08 GMT -8

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Rum, just what he needed. Another bottle to mess with his system, the world already seemed like it was at a slant, but what the hell? Scrunching his nose at the smell of alcohol Joram shrugged and let the glass meet his lips again. "Good for you, getting your exercise." Not once did the violet eyes meet with Ezio's bright blue specks. It was true though. Joram held such animosity toward Ezio, but he had no idea why. Perhaps it was just his face, envious of the beauty he witnessed in the cheeks, but that was silly. Or maybe it was the fact that he was so full of life, able to play quidditch on the house team, no. The pure detest he felt was from the beginning, and it was everything. One thing he absolutely despised was the fact that Ezio had two parents, both of them were alive and well and they cared about him. They didn't supply Ezio with objects of desire, he was well rounded with his feet on the ground. All the while Joram slept with every woman he so wanted, men included in this pool and sold hard alcohol from his trunk and messenger bag just to get a thrill.

Polishing off the bottle with a few long and hardy chugs, the world was beginning to look like a roller coaster, but Joram held his alcohol a little too well. The glass rolled across the ground before it came to a stop at the edge of the tree, snow falling harder now. Resting his head upon his knees again Joram looked over at Ezio, words forming on his lips. "I don't know." A shiver wreaked through his body, even though he was a vampire he could still feel the heat and the chill of the seasons, he still bled, he still slept and he still ate. The only things that were different happened to be that he was faster, stronger and could move within the shadows, the same way the apparition worked. Joram could still be killed by a spell, he could die from a gunshot wound, it was all the same except for some perks. The only cons happened to be that he needed the nutrients from blood in order to keep his system working. Unlike the human body, Joram's needed to replenish blood from an outside source, his heart still beat, although slower than average, and he still needed the red life. The new blood being ingested would flow through his veins for a few days before he needed some fuel again. It was a vicious cycle that only another vampire could fully understand.

Lungs seizing in his ribs at the mention of Rod's last name. It triggered another sea of emotions, both exuberant joy and listless sorrow. Sitting there in silence for a few moments Joram brushed away a few tears with the back of his hand. "He treats them the way they treat him, it's only fair." Looking out at the lake again trying to forget why he came here in the first place. The sadness was only bringing up those feelings again and he sighed. Snatching the other bottle from Ezio, letting the liquid run down his throat, everything seemed to kick in completely now. Piss assed drunk was putting it lightly, but the only time Joram had ever thrown up from alcohol consumption was back when he first started drinking spirits, until then he's learned to tolerate them and...he hunched over for a minute before he found himself on his knees. Crawling forward toward the water he expelled everything that happened to be in his stomach. There was a small ledge before the water, so instead of crawling back he just laid there on his stomach with the large over coat still on his shoulders.

Ezio was bigger than he was, Joram was scrawny by far. How Rod fit into size 2 girl pants was beyond him. The coat ate the kid whole as he watched the water roll up onto the shore and then wane back into the abyss. "He's my best friend D'Orolione, probably the best friend I have ever had in my entire life. If you can't understand that then I don't want anything to do with you." Joram's lips moved, but he wasn't sure if the other Italian boy could hear him over the soft pitter patter of water and the dulled sense the snow blanketed the earth with.

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 26, 2013 18:56:39 GMT -8

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”Yes you do. You just don’t want to tell me for some reason, or whatever?”[/color] He said, staring at the bottle in his hands that were starting to turn red with cold. Ezio was prepared to push him to tell him the reason, and I don’t know wasn’t going to cut it. D’orolione noticed the shiver run through the smaller boy’s body. He was pretty sure he could still freeze like most people, but he wasn’t sure, so he was just going to go with he could to be safe.

When Joram snatched the bottle from Ezio, he gave no opposition to it, opening his hand at just the right time so it was not dropped. He watched closely as the Mortelle boy took a long swallow of this as well. Ezio had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched him. He could just sit back and let this boy drink himself into a coma or worse death. What would his father think of him; what would the wizarding world think of him. He started to reach for the bottle, determined to pry it from his hand if he had to when Joram rolled to his knees and crawled to the water’s edge. Ezio was on his feet in an instant and kneeling next to Joram in another, mostly thanks to the hard conditioning he put himself through for Quidditch. What he did next he hoped no one else saw if he was being honest. He reached down and gently held the sides of Joram’s hair out of the way so it stayed clean. When the boy was done, Ezio wasted no time in dropping his hair again and putting a hand on his back. He reached down in an attempt to take the bottle from the vampire’s hands. He did hear what the other boy said because of how close he was, and since he couldn’t find many nice things to say, he said, ”it good you have a close friend. I think we should get you inside. Maybe see Madame Pomfry, and enough of this, si?”[/color] He proceeded to begin pouring the spirit into the snow.

Bah soooo short. Sorry. I wasn't exactly sure where to go with it....hehe Ezio feels sooo awkward with that hair bit, but I made him do it anyway since Joram loves his hair so much. Also...OMG it's like you read my mind with that bit about Ezio's perfect little family. Okay I'll shut it now. Word count is...387.

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 27, 2013 6:12:29 GMT -8

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Waving his arm as Ezio held his hair back. It wasn't new to him at any rate, but at the mention of going to see Madam Pomfrey, Joram lay there staring at the waves. "I can't." Through clenched teeth he felt another sudden wave of nausea course through his organs. "I'll be expelled if she looks me over, please don't make me go there." Almost back to the point of years heavy sobs found their way from his chest. "She won't be happy to see me, I promise I'll be okay, just...no, oh god no." Looking at his own reflection in the lake as the contents of his stomach were being pulled out to sea.

"I hate you because you have everything I could have ever wanted. You have a mother, and that is something I have never had. Mio mamma never got to hold me, or take care of me, or clean the scraps on my knees." Feeling a bit better Joram's eyes were very red and puffy as more tears dripped into the lake. "You got to hold her when you were scared and be held when you weren't feeling well. I never had that and that is why I hate you. It's all because I'm jealous. Okay?" That was the most he's ever spoken to Ezio in their entire existence. Clearly they've known each other for sometime, the are after all in his year.

The thought about Chloe provoked an urge to punch the boy, but his arms were so weak from the energy spent throwing up the liquor. "No one knows she is my cousin, so don't go parading it around the school. We have kept it under wraps so far." Sitting back up, Jor pulled the coat closer around his scrawny arms and shoulders. Trying to continue the conversation with Ezio so he didn't have to back inside, not now that everyone was waking up and roaming the halls. "Can you get me the wine bottle from the bottom of my bag, the black one." He would have never asked anyone to dig through his bag, but today was a different story. Joram was almost certain that there wasn't a baggy of cocaine lodged into one of the smaller pockets, almost, but at this point he didn't care. Too fucked up to even think straight Jorrie pushed himself back from the lake edge and up underneath the tree again. "Can I tell you something, and you promise to keep it even if you're being tortured or mad at me?"

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 27, 2013 17:13:17 GMT -8

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Ezio was confused, why would Poppy get a kid expelled for being drunk. Sure it was against school rules, but she never seemed like the type to get a student expelled that’s for sure. She must have seen plenty of kids come in with wolf bites and unicorn gouges from the forbidden forest and he never heard about anyone getting expelled, even if that was the threat, so he had to ask. ”Why would you get expelled?”[/color] A small little voice in his head asked another question, why do you give such a fuck.[/color] Ezio shook his head slightly to clear the thought as he got back to the problem at hand. It was strange to hear him speak like this. He had known Joram for a good many years, and while he’d never heard him say much, he’d never heard him sound like this.

For all the world and everything he had expected to hear, Ezio was still not prepared for the venom with which Joram told him why he hated Ezio. For the first time in a long time Ezio felt a familiar clench in his stomach and he clenched his teeth. He looked up at the sky, taking long deep breaths, the cold air almost searing his throat and burning his lungs slightly. This pause gave Joram time to finish, except the very last bit about Joram being jealous was a bit muffled as he fought back a rushing sound in his ears. He stopped dumping the rum noticing there was still a forth of it left. Without hesitation he took a good hearty swallow and sat next to Joram heavily just like he was at the tree. Memories of his brother flooded through his head. ”On the worst day of my life I had no one. No one to be with me, and no one to comfort or hold me. That perfect family you envy so much died when my brother did. So I had a mother,”[/color] he said with a biting venom in his voice before taking another swig. Being a light weight didn’t help him with this line he was taking.

”I had a mother and a father until I was five. That’s less than half my life. You know what I have now? A man that is never proud of me; who beats me with his words and hands while my mother sits in her chair rocking and sewing, and that’s only if she decides to come out of her room that day.”[/color] Another swig and a stronger buzz. ”You want to know a secret of mine? I won’t even make you promise to keep it a secret. I have plenty of yours, I suppose that should be enough to secure your silence, but really I’m simply trusting you.”[/color] Seen or unseen; wanted or not, tears where forming in Ezio’s eyes. Tears of sadness, pain, anger, and frustration. He took a deep breath, stood up and walked over to Joram’s bag, bringing it back. ”Are you going to drink it? ‘Cause I won’t let you drink yourself into a coma or whatever it’s called,”[/color] Ezio said, trying to distract himself from his cage like memories, but apparently his heart and mouth weren’t done talking even though his brain was. ”I won’t tell anyone about Chloe. I have no reason to, angry at you or not.”[/color] He looked over at Joram, himself taking a long swig of his conjured rum. ”Before you tell me that secret, hear one of mine. I got a letter from my own cousin, Amelia. You remember her? I think she came to visit sometimes last year with my father. Amelia wrote to me not quite a week ago. It seems my father is no longer content beating on his own son and the house elves and servants. He seems he has taken to taking his frustration out on my little cousin. The worst part of that? I can’t come up with anything to do about it. NOTHING!”[/color] His voice echoed in the stillness but was soon swallowed by the blanket of snow.

His voice was almost a hopeless whisper when he next spoke. ”I’m…I’m helpless when the girl I think of as my sister needs me. Where’s my mother now? Laying in her bed, bemoaning a son that’s been dead and isn’t coming back.”[/color] Ezio fell silent, letting the falling snow fill the void as he polished off the bottle, his head swimming nicely now.

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 28, 2013 0:42:11 GMT -8

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Before Joram could say anything Ezio was spilling everything onto the Mortelle boy. He stared at him, looked at his lips. The world was seeming to turn upright once more, but he found himself curling into the coat the other Italian draped around him. Skin and bones was something, but on Joram it was normal. He's always been so small in comparison to the other guys, but it was genetic by nature. His father told him once that his mother was the same way, but most of it happened to come from Vincent himself.

Watching the kid drink was something he's never witnessed from Ezio for as long as he knew him. In fact Joram was completely certain that Ezio did not drink, and this seemed to be proving his point. The dark haired sixth year got up and grabbed the wine bottle from his bag. "It's blood, laced with wine and it won't do anything." His eyes filled with desire and the rim came into contact with his maw. Pulling a deep swallow it nullified the stupor that had come over him.

"I didn't know. I'm truly sorry, if I knew I wouldn't have been so hard on you." His voice was quiet and tears were forming. Instead of getting angry with Ezio he placed his hand upon the Ravenclaw's leg. "I killed my mother." His jaw seized for a moment. "And my father wanted nothing to do with me until I got accepted into this school." Propping the bottle between his knees Jor started to rub his hands together in order to conjure some heat. "I've only been recognized as his son for six out of my sixteen years, and he acts as if nothing happened. I was raised by our butler Antoni Verdecci and I learned through him. Perhaps I can't blame him for everything, but at the end of the day I'm still uncertain about him." His heart felt heavy as he stole a glance at Ezio.

"I found out well into my third year that I may be gay or bi-sexual or whatever they're calling it these days. If my grandfather finds out I'll be written out, but that's not the jist of it. Please don't tell anyone, I swear if you do it will come back and bite you in the ass." The two boys have known each other for a very long time, but they never really had any sort of heart to heart. Vincent always brought him when he was younger, but then left him with nannies or servants, it was horrible. "You know that Lestrange you just love so much? Yea? Well, you just dissed the one person I've shared any emotional connection with. I am in love with him, Ezio. I fucking love Rod, do you understand me?" His heart seized for a moment and he turned his head to look out across the white surroundings. "But the only thing is...is..." Voice starting to crack, he could feel the wave of sorrow come over him. Joram pushed himself up of the ground so he could give Ezio a closer look.

"But, I can't love him. If I do he will just get old and die and I will be the same, I will always stay the same. We can't be happy together because he's betrothed to Bellatrix and I'm jealous of her. She has what I cannot have and she will never cherish him or take care of him the way I would." Jaw tightening and shaking his head, Joram let the tears fall. "I'm envious of your humanity, I'm jealous that you get to grow old with my cousin, Ezio. I hate that I have to stand by and watch EVERYONE I care about grow old and die. Everyone. You, Chloe, Rodolphus, every single person at this school will age and crumble, but me? I will stay in the same body, with the same face and there is nothing. Everyone thinks that immortality is a glorious and beautiful thing, but you will be decomposing before I get my first fucking wrinkle or grey hair, if that!" Shivering full out from the sadness that wreaked through his skin and bones. The bottle slipped from his hands and a thick red liquid spilled across the white snow.

"And if I go to Pomfrey I will be expelled because I'm an addict. I'm addict to alcohol, sex and drugs. I got fucked up on cocaine before I left my dorm room hoping that I could settle these jitters and feelings, but I realized that mixing uppers with downers wouldn't do jack shit. So here I am, strung out on coke, drunk as a fucking skunk and spilling my everything onto you. Does it make you happy to know who I am? Are you pleased to know every disgusting and nitty gritty detail about the great and glorious Joram Mortelle, the Hufflepuff womanizer who looks up to Rodolphus Lestrange as a god?"

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Not the Sun | OPEN Jan 28, 2013 12:08:40 GMT -8

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Ezio watched him with a critical eye, not judging him though; just taking it in, learning something new. Even though Ezio had a nice buzz going by now, it was as if his mind worked over time so as not to have a black out moment like he’d heard so many had who drank. It felt like his brain was utterly determined to remember the things it was taking in. ”No one knows,”[/color] Ezio said, his voice deeper than normal as he tried to regain some composer. ”And for the sake of myself and Amelia, I don’t want anyone to know.”[/color]
He glanced at the other boys hand on his leg, a slight smile tugging on his lips. His father had once told him long ago he could make friends with a werewolf if they could speak human. That was before…everything. ”I wish,”[/color] he paused with a sigh. ”I wish I knew this. I would have tried to convince my father to do, something.”[/color] While his mind was in taking things very well, its output was lacking somewhat and some of his words seemed more like wistful ramblings. What if they’d talked like this years ago, even after they had started at Hogwarts. Would thing have been different? Or would Joram still have hated Ezio for simply having the sorry excuse of a family he did have in lieu of having none. The sixth year Italian sat there, looking at the snow covering his shoes as Joram spoke about Rod. He didn’t know what to think. He was so odd a man being in love with another man, but who was he to judge. Not that he’d ever feel that way, but he wasn’t Joram, how could he pass judgment on someone he didn’t know well and hadn’t lived their life.

Before he could respond with anything, Joram had moved onto him being immortal and never dyeing and being forced, pretty much, to watch everyone else wither away into dust. His head was already starting to clear and he felt like he had a piss gallons, but he didn’t want to miss this opportunity to forge some kind of bond with Joram for the first time in their lives. Ezio remained silent; it was not his time to speak now. His hand flashed out the catch the bottle, but it slipped through his fingers, falling into the snow. Ezio scooped it up as quickly as his cold fingers would allow; about half the bottle was still left. As Joram asked him, rather bitterly, if he was happy or please to be knowing all these terrible things about Joram, Ezio gave him a slightly startled, quizzical look. ”It does not please me in the sense that now I have something on you. I am not a Slytherin, I would not use these things against you. I’m not happy that you are this way; however I also don’t see how I can help you, even though I wish to. I don’t have the clout, or the money to do so discretely. But don’t get me wrong, I would if I could. Even someone who is immortal deserves to feel love’s warmth, and not just its cold fingers teasing them.”[/color] Ezio gave an involuntary shudder and glanced up at the school. ”Speaking of cold, I should be getting you inside before you…”[/color] He stopped to listen to the boy explain why he couldn’t see the head healer and his brow furrowed for a moment before his eye flew open wide in realization ” Dio lassù nei cieli*. Why didn’t I think of this earlier? Come on, I have some place warm where you can sober up without worrying about anyone seeing you.”[/color] He stood up, still holding the empty bottle and half filled blood wine, waiting for Joram to stand as well before starting towards The Forbidden Forest.

*"God in heaven above"

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"I'm not going to tell anyone, if you're getting beat by your father and she is too. I'll try an prevent anything further." Joram has always been good with secrets, and he would never tell Ezio that he and Rod actually had a promiscuous night in the Slytherin dorm rooms. "Maybe I can help you." It was a quiet notion, he hated when family was treated horribly and it didn't help that he had some sort of understanding of loneliness. "Thank you, you don't need to do anything and there isn't anyway I could fix this unless I turned Rodolphus, but that's out of the question." Clenching his teeth together as Ezio helped him up out of the snow. It was freezing, but the thought still lingered in the forefront of his mind. What if he did turn Rod, would he even like the idea? What if something happened between them or if Rod decided that he didn't love Joram? Shaking the thoughts from his mind and brushing off the snow from Ezio's jacket the skinnier of the pair nodded.

Walking across the lawn he looked up at the sky, stuffing his hands into the large pockets, his messenger bag back in place slapping against his hip. "You didn't know that I was on coke..." his voice was quiet and the pair started to come close to the edge of the forbidden forest. "I never understood why they just don't put an age line around the entrance to the woods if it's forbidden." Shrugging his shoulders he was following Ezio's lead. Joram had no choice in the matter and soon the trees were closing in behind them. The forest was one of Joram's second homes he would come down here if he wanted to be alone and just...stare at the trees. Sometimes he thought they moved, but that was all his imagination. "If you need money, Ezio, just ask. I can get some off my dad if you want and maybe put Amelia up until you figure out what to do. He seems to like taking care of other people's kids, so I don't see why you and Amelia would be different." It was a suggestion, or maybe it was the alcohol talking. If he remembered what he said after he woke up or came down from the stupor then he meant it.

Something about what he said sent a shock wave through him. Ezio was promised to Chloe and if his father was beating his children he wouldn't let that happen. "Look, I know you're promised to Chloe and all, but she's had a really rough life, worse than mine actually. So if you two do agree to marry each other instead of dancing around the subject. I want you to promise me that you will never lay a hand on her, for your sake."

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”No,”[/color] Ezio said shortly. ”I don’t want my father knowing I’ve ‘aired dirty laundry’, even if it is to a Mortelle, no offence to your family on this.”[/color] Ezio had been speaking more to the addictions than about Rod earlier. Personally he didn’t think offering the egotistical monster eternal life, plus the other physiological bonus of being a vampire, was such a good thing. The world didn’t need any more hate filled, sadistic bodies wandering around, especially with unnaturally long lives. But he didn’t say anything out loud, simply lead the way.

Ezio smiled lightly when Joram questioned why an age-line had never been put up around the forest to keep students out since it was forbidden anyway. ”I don’t know,”[/color] Ezio said with a shrug. ”Maybe because the forest is so large? And they want to be able to trust us?”[/color] The Ravenclaw prefect thought he detected some bitterness in Jorrie’s voice as he talked about his father taking care of kids that weren’t his own, but that could have just been the booze making things up. He didn’t slow his pace as he talked. ”I couldn’t do that. I…”[/color] His speech paused but his feet didn’t. He swallowed hard, forming the words in his head before he spoke so he didn’t choke up again. ”I fear what he might do to find her and if he found her. Do you remember when I spent two days at your place out first year? I was trying to hide from my father, running away if you will. But he came and got me, thanking your father most courteously for letting me spend the night. He had somehow found out what lie I had told your father as well. He damn near broke my legs with the punishment he inflicted. Told the healer I fell off my horse.”[/color] Ezio scoffed at the very idea. He paused, looking around him for a moment, the eerie cry of some strange bird calling out. Ezio turned to the right and continued speaking. ”If I remove Amelia, he’ll come after me. I can’t protect her from the hospital wing or worse, and what if he finds her. So while I sincerely thank you for your offer Joram, I must decline, the risk is too great.”[/color] His business head was back in charge, but he still had to pee like the dickens.

The next words out of Joram’s mouth frozen Ezio like patrificus totalus. He stood there, staring at a bare patch of ground boarded on three sides by a huge arching root of an ancient tree. His first balled slightly as he rounded on Joram, his eyes ablaze with a passion almost never seen in Ezio. ”You think I would…could ever raise my hand against Chloe? I know that beaters often bread more beaters, but every man can choose his own path. I am my own man! I am not my father Mr. Mortelle!”[/color] Ezio thundered, his voice reverberating in the still air around them. The eerie bird’s call suddenly stopped. Ezio lowered his voice as he pulled out his heirloom wand. ”Don’t ever confuse us again.”[/color] He did raise it slightly, but not in Joram’s direction. Instead it was pointed at the bare patch of ground before them. He twirled the wand as though trying to stir up the air in some invisible cup. The wand had been in Ezio’s family for time out of mind, but it had chosen less than a handful of them since it was first made. The last one who could use it to its fullest effect had been his great, great, great grandfather, Giovanni who had come to England with his family. Ezio stopped twirling and gave the wand a sharp tug like one does when pulling up on a rope to open a cellar door. And indeed a door did open. ” Leo fortis est et ego continent corde eius. Aquila est libera, et ego continent spiritum eius*,”[/color] Ezio muttered under his breath, knowing it would still carry well on the air still air. He had chosen Latin because not many spoke it now, but it could be easily repeated if need be. He had made up the long winded passphrase himself so that even if someone stumbled upon this place and figured out how to open its hidden doors, they would still not be able to enter. He stood aside and somewhat stiffly motioned for Joram to descend.

There was a short flight of stairs the ended in an earthen room only a little smaller then the interior of Hagrid’s hut. There was a small kitchen where one had to use magical fire since there was no chimney. A small wooden table and simple table settings as one might find in a poor farmers house. Lamps of magical fire would illuminate as he moved down the stairs. Ezio would fallow Joram into his sanctuary. ”You are the first to ever see this place. Not even Mikael and Ted have been here. They know nothing of it actually.”[/color] Oddly enough along the walls at the back sat filled bottles of fine Scottish whiskys and quite a few selections of Mortelle wine, as well as rum. They were also dust free, as though recently places there.

*The lion is strong and I embody his heart. Eagle is free and I embody his spirit.

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Keeping his mouth shut as he stumbled through the Forbidden Forest, Joram kept up with Ezio until they came to, nothing. What happened next put the boy on edge. The sudden outburst set him back and he narrowed his purple eyes toward the fellow Italian. ”You shouldn’t be so quick to judgement. I was just saying that if you hurt her in anyway I will personally kill you. As for laying a hand on her, if you so much as look at her wrong I will rip your throat out and feed it to the cattle.” Speaking through his teeth Joram noticed that this was one of the reasons that he hated this kid. The common smile faded from his lips as he looked around the secret lair that Ezio hadn’t even told his own friends about.

Brushing off all the words he spoke about Amelia and the like, the anger he felt in his own skin was something he hadn’t remembered feeling. In this room he felt trapped with one person he was never close with. Ezio wasn’t Rodolphus or Integra, and he was most definitely no Alice. He could tolerate being in close quarters with any of the previous three, but with Ezio it was a surprise Joram didn’t rest his hands upon that fragile neck and just snap it. The urge to get out was overpowering him more than looking around. Staring at Ezio while he moved about freely in this space, but Joram felt trapped, the only way out he could see was the stairs. ”You know, I should really get going.” His voice was sullen and quiet, he didn’t want to be here anymore, and Joram didn’t want to deal with Ezio longer than he had to.

Sobering up just a little more than before he was beginning to get his mind back as his blood processed foreign bodies much quicker than any other mortal. Yea, the place was cool and all, but Joram began to panic in his own skin and it was getting harder to breath by the second. Turning away from Ezio and trying to take a step up the stairs from whence they came he stopped and wrapped his arms around himself. ”Fuck...” Shedding the coat he tossed it over one of the chairs. ”Thanks for this and all, but I need to get back to the castle.”

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As soon as Ezio had stopped screaming at Joram he knew it had been a mistake to lose his temper. Not because he was afraid of Joram lashing out in his own anger and killing him, which was entirely within reason, but because for a few moments the boy had felt like just maybe they could be more friendly with each other than they had ever been before. He turned to the vampire. "Joram. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. It was unlike me and inexcusable,"[/color] he said in a calm voice that also held remorse instead of its usual emotionless tones.

As he moved about the room, lighting lamps and smokeless fires, he continued to speak. " I could never hurt your cousin in any capacity, even going through with this betrothal if she didn't want it. And if your going to feed throats to animals, use pigs. They eat literally everything,"[/color] he said, his voice surprisingly humorless on the last bit. He had read it in a muggle studies book that was no longer used and in the restricted section; it was about muggle serial killers.

When Joram finally made it into the subterranean room, Ezio simply stood on the other side of the room, his hands casually in his pockets, unable to find anything to say now. Ezio was still greatly bothered that Joram thought he would hurt Chloe. Sure they had been suddenly betrothed pretty late in the game, but did he think Ezio would handle it like Rod and Bellatrix? Couldn't he tell, even from just this conversation that he didn't harbor resentment like Rod and Bellatrix did? Or maybe he was too high and drunk for that. The Ravenclaw wiped those angry thoughts from his head trying to relieve the awkwardness that had befallen them when Joram stated that he needed to go. Ezio nodded and took a few steps towards Joram but was still essentially across the room. He watched the other boy start up the stairs only to stop and return his coat, then turn back to the stairs. "Wait,"[/color] he said. Ezio found a spare cork and shoved it into the opening of the bottle of blood wine before walking it over to Joram and holding it out to him. "Again I am sorry for my out burst. I would cherish Chloe, not cause her pain."[/color] He would step back, turn around and sit at the little table with his back to the stairs, not making any other attempt to stop Joram from leaving.

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Livid didn't even come close to explaining the feeling that he held. Joram was flat out pissed and wanted nothing to do with the boy before him. Ezio was considered family by his Grandfather, but all he could see was an entitled douchebag. "Don't fucking talk to me anymore." Still well and drunk, Joram staggered toward the exit, but he turned toward Ezio and stared him up and down if only for a few moments. What exactly was he afraid of? Joram couldn't place a finger on any fear aside from loneliness. Something about the hole that continued to expand under his ribcage, Joram just stared as no words could even make their way out of his mouth.

"I don't think the pigs would want to eat you." A smirk coiled its way across Joram's lips. It wasn't that nasty sounding and he wasn't trying to be mean, but the panic was soon finding it's way out once more. Turning actually leave until a bottle of wine was shoved into his hands. "Why the hell do you have this down here? You're not a vampire and I'm sure you don't drink this for shits and giggles. Also I would be surprised if you cherished her, the only one that cherishes her is our Grandpapi. He's bloody psycho and so is she." Without so much of a thank you Joram was climbing the stairs again, the bottle in his hand. Messenger bag placed at his hip where it would damn well stay and he left. The hole was growing larger and larger and he felt much more empty. Maybe pushing Ezio away was going to be the death of him. He could only hope.