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[noah lee bannon]

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.

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[DOMINIQUE AMELIE WEASLEY]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] hogwarts used to be a home for dominique weasley. a place she could escape her father being gone all the time, her sister being absolutely bloody perfect and the fact that her mother definitely belonged in an insane asylum. although she wouldn't argue if the ministry sent fleur to askaban instead. surely just the sound of her voice could be counted as torture, especially when she was screeching at that awful high pitched frequency that she often used when dominique opened her mouth. or even walked in a room. it was quite obvious that fleur weasley did not think of dom as one of her children. more like a house elf. no, peony was treated more like a part of the family than dom was. it was like she was a pet rat. yes, that's it. the random thing in the family that no one wants, but keeps anyway. that was her. but now, hogwarts just seemed to keep bringing her back to her family. back in her first few years, it had been easy to avoid the numerous weasley's that roamed the castle. it had been easy, just taking the longer routes to classes, sitting at the end of the gryffindor table in the great hall and only practicing quidditch when it was either raining or cold. or both. it seemed like they were all going out of their way to find her. for example, on her way to potions, james attempted to catch her eye. and during lunch, she was sure victoire was looking at her from the opposite end of the table where she sat with lupin, making everyone too sick to eat with their lame gooey glances. and of course, teddy's eyes never left her. they were always throwing the same glance at her, a 'if you tell anyone my secret, i swear to god i will end you.' look. it was surprising that her older sister never noticed. so, eventually after all these run ins, she had just had enough. as soon as her final class had ended, dominique bolted back to the common room to her dorm, where she practically hid under the covers reading until her roommates filed in hours later to go to bed. and as soon as it was dark, she slipped out from under the sheets still fully dressed in her robes, and tiptoed out of the room. she really didn't have a plan on where to go, she was just walking. it was alone time, and that was enough for her. unless james or teddy were being idiots and sneaking out of bed, she wouldn't see any of the potter/weasley gang out this late. and there was absolutely no chance on a run in with her most darling older sister. no, victoire was a pansy, and would never sneak out of bed after hours. after all, that meant having a speck of adventure in her blood. victoire had none of that. she was bland as a newspaper flavoured every flavoured bean. she was wandering along the seventh floor corridor when the footsteps began. dominique stopped, holding her breath. this wouldn't be the first time she had been caught out of bed, and that would result in a worse punishment than detention. what if they contacted her parents? fleur would certainly send her a howler, which meant she (and the entire great hall) would be forced to overhear that high pitched whine that reminded her of a kicked dog. she couldn't let that happen, it would just thrown her farther into the pit of no return. that being, becoming a complete loner at hogwarts. phoenix wouldn't want anything to do with a loser who got a howler from her mommy. dom backed up against the wall, glancing back and forth, trying to decide where to go. it was hard to tell where the footsteps were coming from. eventually, she figured that they were coming to the corridor to her left. so she raced down the opposite way, running as if her life depended on it. because of all the quidditch, dominique was fairly fit. so it did not take a long time running to bring her to the top of the steps on the astronomy tower. why had she run there? no idea. but she might as well take a peek at the stars while she was there. plus, it was unsafe to brave the corridors again just yet. she let the door swing open, not expecting another person to be in the room. he was...well, attractive was the first word to come to dominique's mind, although she would never admit it. so she pushed that thought from her mind and tried to find another, a negative one, one that would throw her off this boy faster than an imperious curse would take over the mind of a hufflepuff. she grasped for the only thing she could. sneaking out of bed at night with alcohol. certainly, that made him an absolute idiot. he had to be. the only boys she knew who would do something like that were smithson and taylor, both complete morons. "what the bloody hell do you think you're doing? standing near the edge of the tower, bloody pissed drunk, it's like you are trying to kill yourself!" so, it was a bit of an over exaggeration. but there was no way dominique was going to let this boy get to her. she had learned. push them away, before they have the chance to reel you in. she was probably the master of that particular skill.

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[noah lee bannon]

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, and she reminded him of Victoire Weasley. In fact, her face was a dead ringer for the sixth year’s, but the newcomer had bright red hair cropped to her shoulders. 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 call him a bloody idiot before even really meeting him. Quite the pair, both quick to judge. 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.

“And for your information, I’m not bloody pissed drunk or whatever you said,[/color]” he murmured, 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.
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