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The young wizard's head was pounding after a long day, and it was only Tuesday. He almost felt like the weekend would never come. Being a seventh year was stressful enough without having to walk the line all the time. Why did he have to walk the line? Simple, really. He didn't want to disappoint his father. Antony had lived his entire life basing all of his actions off of acquiring George Montague's love. His dad had always expressed his feelings openly toward his sister, but Antony honestly couldn't remember a time when his father had embraced him. His mother could almost make up for it, the way she smothered him and offered him all of her love and affection. But there was only so much she could do, and in the end, it would never be enough. Antony's father had expressed an interest in him once, and only once, in his seventeen years on this earth. That one time had been when Antony had gotten in Slytherin. Though Antony wasn't a blood supremest like his dad, he was very loyal to his house. So much so that he'd recently gotten a tattoo of a snake on his arm and shoulder.

With a sigh, Antony plopped down on one of the many plush green couches in the common room. It was actually dinner time, which would explain why he was the only student. But Antony was more interested in resting his aching eyes for an hour or two than eating. Honestly, he was certain that anything he ate at the moment wouldn't be kept down. Though the year had just begun, he was plagued with worries about many things. What he was going to do with his life, what his father would want him to do with his life, who his father would approve of him dating, the girl he loved that his father wouldn't approve of, and finally the fact that this might be the last year he would ever be able to see her. He'd pushed her away in his third year, but they were still okay friends. Sometimes he was so tempted to let his carefully built walls fall down around her, but in the end it would only hurt them both. They could never really be anything.

He laid his arm over his eyes, kicked his shoes off, and propped his feet up on the arm of the couch. His tired muscles relaxed, and he could feel himself on the verge of falling asleep.

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OUTFIT?![/color] school robes.
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[NICHOLAS DAMIEN AVERY]

Nick felt like a ghost of what he'd been as he walked quietly back from the loud hall, filled with chatter and hungry children looking for dinner. He didn't care, because he could barely swallow a bite. It wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be, to put a lid on his and Darla's relationship. He would see her in every class every day, when he was out on the field, when the Head Boy and Girl gave them prefect duties. Even at dinner time today, when he tried to swallow the mashed potatoes, his eyes kept flitting to the empty spot beside him which had always been occupied by her for the past six years. He'd given up after the first ten minutes and now found himself walking back to the dungeons, more like dragging himself.

Every time he closed his eyes, he could see only two images in his head: the words of his father on the parchment, demanding him to leave his girlfriend and the other, of his said girlfriend setting fire to the only possessions he had left of his mother, out of pure wrath and heart break. "Ugh..Dammit," he cursed, kicking the stone wall and then hissing when his toes started throbbing. He pretended not to notice as he staggered into the common room, hoping Darla wasn't there. Thankfully she wasn't, but he spotted a few first years looking at him as if he was some sort of Death Eater or something else they'd read in some horror book. "Get out of here," he hissed at them, watching them run off.

He sank into the couch, acknowledging Tony with a nod of his head as he stared into the raging fire. He considered the older boy as a friend, probably the closest guy friend somebody as closed up as Nicholas was ever going to get, simply because he didn't do the whole touchy-feely-doll eyes feeling of pouring out secrets like a faucet. No, he'd only done that with Darla..once in a blue moon. But now, he needed somebody to tell him what a first rate jackass he was so that he could listen to it, process it and then move on.

He chuckled in frustration, "I blew it, mate," he said, under his breath as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his knuckles pressed into his temples, trying to control the throbbing head ache there. "I really screwed up this time. Merlin, I need a drink," he said.

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Tony had fallen into a deep sleep by the time anyone ever made it into the common room. He'd been working nonstop lately, hardly making time for sleep, so when he'd laid down on the couch, his exhausted body just sort of took over, and he wasn't able to fight it. Of course, like always, his dreams were plagued by the smile, the twinkling brown eyes, and the beautiful red hair of the girl he could never have. Most guys weren't interested in her. She was quiet, shy, she wasn't flirty. Things that turned other guys off of her attracted Tony to her. But he could never have her except in his dreams. The sounds of speaking and shuffling caused Tony to grunt and press his arm over his eyes harder. He didn't want to wake up. He wanted to lay on the couch and sleep all night long. He knew this was a silly want, but he wasn't quite awake yet. The feeling of the couch sinking at his feet caused his brows to furrow. He opened his eyes a bit, and lifted his hand off of his face.

"I blew it, mate,"

Tony blinked twice. He recognized that voice.. It was Nick. Nick was a year younger than him, but still one of his best friends. The two of them were always joking around together, and having a good time. They were both on the Quidditch team, Nick being a chaser and Tony being a beater. The Quidditch team was probably where their relationship really began. Tony had known Nick since he was a first year, though, and the sound of his voice instantly told him that something was wrong.. Very wrong. Tony and Nick didn't have the sort of relationship where they spilled all their troubles to one another. No, that complicated things. They only talked about stuff like that if it was really important. Perhaps that's why Tony's gut clenched in dread. What could have happened that had driven Nick to need to talk to someone about it? At this thought, Tony propped himself up on the on the arm of the couch and then moved into a sitting position. Sleepiness still tugged at the back of his eyes, but he ignored it. Tony was, naturally, worried about one of his best mates.. Maybe even his best mate.. They'd never openly expressed anything like that, but the more he thought about it...

Tony looked over at Nick, who was speaking more to the ground than him. It was painfully obvious that his friend was hurting, and a frown tugged on his lips. "Dude.."

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[NICHOLAS DAMIEN AVERY]

Nick realized that he was probably pulling Tony out of his thoughts, not to mention a deep sleep but he didn't really care at the point. It's not that he felt particularly callous, it's just that right now he was at a point where he needed somebody to shake some sense into him. Nicholas never took advice from people, but Tony was one of the exceptions to that and Nick turned to the elder boy, a scowl on his face and shaking his head. "We broke up. Well, I dumped her, but that's a technicality," he said, his voice bitter around those words which hurt him more than he liked. Everytime he told anybody who asked, it was like reliving the moments over and over again. And it was agonizing.

"And before you ask why, I'll indulge you," he said, his tone highyl sarcastic as he stood up, way too agitated to keep in one place. "I just dumped the woman I love - yes, love - because my father threatened to disown me. Ignore the fact that you are the first person to know I love her, but tell me one thing which is wrong with that statement," he scoffed, shaking his head and turning to look at the fireplace. The spot in front of it was pointedly empty and he tried not to remember the multiple times him and Darla had spent sitting there and talking, or kissing or studying or just thinking. It was like nothing was leaving him alone.

He turned to his friend, groaning. "Why did I listen to that blithering fool? Oh, right. Because of my mother!" he said, scoffing. Tony was no stranger to the tensions between Nick and his father. In fact, he was the only one who knew how much Nick hated his dad and blamed him for his mother's death, apart from his siblings and Darla, obviously. And he was glad to not have to explain for once. "Just tell me I'm doing the right thing and help me move on, quick, before I lose my insanity and charm," he said, frowning.