[OPEN] marry the night

[noah]

Being at Hogwarts was kinda dumb, but it was better than going to Greece. with his movie star dad and his twenty-five year old stepmother, and it was far better than being cramped in London with his deadbeat mother and her artist boyfriend. Sure, it was boring, and he’d rather be on his estate in Surrey, but he didn’t really have a choice. So now he was stuck with all these nerds that actually wanted to be here. Something about the library. Noah couldn’t really care less. He was never academic, and once he was hooked on Quidditch, his interest in his classes died away completely. He had passed his OWLs because his housemates were kind enough to teach him all the course material before the exams. He leaned back in his favorite cushy chair. The Hufflepuff common room was almost stifling hot, and he knew that if he was at home, he would not be spending a Friday night like this, sitting, looking blankly at a book that had not yet been opened. It was too bright in here, and he wanted to tear the dancing and singing plants out of their pots. But he was a prefect, for some reason, and destroying property would be setting a bad example. So would sneaking out, he knew. He so was restless, though, and the snoring of his housemates was grating against his ears.

He snagged a bottle of liquor from beside his four poster, maybe it would soothe his mind. He was sure it was bad, this reliance on alcohol. Pushing aside the fake barrels that guarded the entrance to the common room, he wandered down the hallway, already knowing where he wanted to go. He just really needed some clean, crisp Scottish summer air. And the best place to get that was at the Astronomy Tower. His legs, sore from Quidditch, rebelled against the idea of tromping up those innumerable stairs, but it was either that or rot in the basements of Hogwarts. The tower had a splendid view of the grounds, as well as the night sky, and although he had long since dropped Astronomy, he still went up there periodically. He wasn’t going to lie, usually it was with a girl, and she usually found it desperately romantic. Noah didn’t care as long as he was getting laid.

Finally dragging himself onto the stone floor of the tower, he unscrewed the lid of his bottle and took a swig. It burned his throat, but it felt good. It was probably unhealthy to have a dependency on alcohol like he did, but as long as he was having fun, it was all good, right? He pulled out a metal stool from behind a telescope and slid it over to the edge of the circular tower, looking out over a waist high wall. It was almost like flying a broom, and he felt the September breeze ruffle his blond hair. Almost, for not quite. Not thinking about what would happen if he took a false step, he stood on top of the stool, wobbling slightly. The wind sculpted his tee-shirt around his broad shoulders, and he shivered slightly. It wasn’t unpleasant, but exhilarating, his skin burning hot. Taking another messy gulp from his bottle, he smiled widely into the night. He spread his arms, not worrying about falling or worse, looking ridiculous.

[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

[victoria]

Wasn’t it obvious that Victoria was in a foul mood?! Couldn’t anyone see the expression on her face that just read that she was going to commit murder, obviously not! The next Gryffindor that dare cross her path was in for a smack and she would defiantly give it to them. A huff fell from her lips and pursed her lips looking around the entrance hall with her head held high and her arms tightly crossed. You could see her porcelain skin with a hint of rosé red in her cheeks, which made it pretty obvious that she had been outside for whatever reason, but that was nobody’s business. There were a few people wondering around, especially the third years thinking they were immune to the curfew Hogwarts had in place. Luckily for them she wasn’t a prefect but her blood was boiling underneath her skin and she was starting the feel as if she was going to snap at them. You could say she wasn’t the politest girl around, more so a typical Slytherin who wanted you to feel pain and hurt, simply to feel better about her insecurities that she thought about.

No, she knew she wasn’t ugly but there were girls in her house with a far better appearance than herself. For Example Adora Flint, beautiful platinum blond hair and such perfect frame. Victoria envied her beautiful looks yet she adored her own, she also had long blond hair that was soft against your touch and such a petite look that almost complimented her appearance, yet she felt unhappy with the way she looked. She’d wear baggy clothes to hide what she thought was fat but in other peoples eyes was “gorgeous curves”. The compliments were something she could get use to but also something she never heard often. Her clothing sense was dull for today a simple pair of grey jogging bottoms, a red jumper and a navy blue gilet and she had her hair tied back and let the shorter bits run free.

The silence became to much and she decided she’d go up to the astronomy tower for some air, even though she had just come in from being in the summer weather. It was quiet around the castle and she liked the quiet sometimes, just so she could think herself over. Victoria Rookwood wasn’t always a total cow, sometimes her temper got the better of her and she felt the need to snap at others in order to feel better. Walking up to the tower she pushed the door open only to find a boy there, so much for being alone. It suddenly got to her and she felt the need to tell him to leave, simply because she wanted it to herself. “Why are you here?! Surely you should be in bed like the other losers in the place! Besides, I’d prefer it if you left so I could have some peace and quiet, I’m sick of you people being everywhere.” It probably made no sense, but she was in a terrible mood and she didn’t care if it didn’t make sense. “Now leave,”

[noah]

Christ, he felt deep and thoughtful up here on this tower. Seriously reflective. He wasn’t the type to dwell on his past and he was a pretty spur of the moment guy, not one to think about things before he did them. And that never turned out too disastrously for him. He was lucky, and karma seemed to not apply to his life, he was pretty rotten to the world but the world usually smiled on him. Looking down upon the Hogwarts grounds, arms spread wide and a glass bottle in one hand, the thought of jumping crossed his mind. It wasn’t so much that he wanted to see what would happen, but more of a curiosity about how it would compare to Quidditch. Which was rather thickheaded, even for him. But jumping would inevitably mean death, and leaving behind things in life that he actually liked. Sure, he acted jaded and world-weary, but honestly, the girls here at Hogwarts were pretty hot, probably hotter even than those in hell.

It was totally corny of him to even think this, but it was amazing, feeling a little lightheaded and on top of the world. He wasn’t drunk, per se, but he was loose and buzzed. It wasn’t really cool to drink alone, but drinking alone on the top of the Astronomy Tower was definitely better than drinking alone in the Hufflepuff basement to the soundtrack of snores and sleep-talking. He almost lost his balance a few times, but Quidditch had perfected his reflexes and balance, so he didn’t fall. He was sure he was going to plunge to a gruesome death, though, when he heard a door open and footsteps ring out across the room. Company was welcome, he decided, but it had not been expected, so it gave him a bit of a jolt. He turned around, rearranging his feet quickly so he would not get twisted up in himself. The intruder was a girl, familiar-looking although they had definitely never talked. Noah was good with faces, but was shit with names, occasionally forgetting those of his dorm-mates. It wasn’t like names were all that important anyway, he only saw the outside, and it was either appealing or not. He was shallow, yes, but that didn’t make him a bad person. The disdain for absolutely anyone else’s emotions made him a bad person.

But the girl’s appearance was rather appealing, with light blonde hair tied back into a bun and a banging body he could just detect under her rather frumpy clothes. If she wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, she was at least intriguing, and Noah gave her his best smile before hopping down from the ledge. My, she had quite the tongue on her, didn’t she? And the nerve to dismiss him before even really meeting him. She had pricked his ego a bit, and he did generally prefer girls that were more submissive, but he would take what he would get. Taking a couple strides over to her, he drawled, “Hey baby,

[/color]” his smile wide but his eyes impassive. “Well, how noble of you, rushing up here to save my wretched life.[/color]” He took a liberal gulp of his drink. It wasn’t called liquid courage for nothing. Not that he needed any confidence while talking to girls.

He stepped slightly forward, closing the gap between them even more. “Would you like a sip?[/color]” he asked cordially, proffering the bottle. Seriously, she could loosen up a bit, she was obviously wound up about something. He didn’t want her to think that he was going to murder her or something with all the leering, so he might as well offer to share his refreshments. Leaning against a wall, he examined her as thoroughly as the moonlight would allow. “So what’s a pretty lady like you doing out here? You know what my grandmother always said: nothing good ever happens at night.[/color]” His grandma had said that, but instead of a warning, he took it as a challenge, or something as twisted.
[/blockquote]
so much unexpected muse for this thread lol[/blockquote][/justify][/font][/size]

[victoria]

Just for once she’d like to be left alone, even if it was for a few minutes just to think things over. Half the time she was with her other fifth year friends and sometimes with Adora, but Adora was mostly around Scorpius not that she had anything against him. Victoria got on with Scorpius but only because they were in the same house and both of them were on the Slytherin quidditch team, so they were team mates and they had to work together. The last thing she needed right now was someone being stubborn and not understanding the term leave, but most people could be stubborn and decide to stay. Hopefully he would obey her and leave the tower and give her space. Victoria wasn’t in the mood for someone to keep her company, especially if they weren’t a Slytherin. Obviously she couldn’t be sure what house he was in but she wasn’t going to ask. Let’s just say she wasn’t feeling very sociable tonight.

Leaning to the side she put her hands onto her hips and watched as he turned around to see who was ordering him to leave the tower and the first thing he did was smile. Oh great, looked liked she’d be dragging him out by his hair! She bit down on the inside of her lip and sighed heavily; silently wishing people would do as their told rather than challenge them to a argument to prove who was better. It was clear Slytherin were but no one would ever admit it to them. Tori watched as he walked over to her and greeted her, did he think she was just going to sleep with him or something! Hell no!? She chuckled lightly and then looked at him with a stern look. “Now listen closely. I’ve come up here to clear my head and I’d rather not be interrupted by some drunken imbecile! So, if you may, the door is that way.” She smiled sarcastically which quickly turned into a frown.

Victoria turned her nose up at the drink that was offered and shook her head, “No, I’d rather not.” She wasn’t much of a drinker, she preferred her actual courage to do things and she didn’t want to sit about drinking with him. All she wanted was for him to leave, just to walk out the door and go to bed, or something. Moving away from him she leaned over the side of the tower and looked down over the edge, it was defiantly hard to see but it was better than being stuck next to him, especially with the stench of alcohol. “Like I said, I’m clearing my head.” She seriously hated people sometimes, they just never listened to anything you said.