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Henri Rowan
 Posted: Feb 9 2017, 08:29 PM
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It was an itch he couldn’t scratch.

It started at his teeth. Growing from a twinge at the back of his jaw and jolting down his spine where the feeling, that itch, bounced up and down. And up and down. From the base of his skull to his tailbone. It spread from there, fanning out from his ribs like a spider walking across his skin. It sent chills through him and left an anxious feeling that sent his foot tapping rapidly against the stone floor. How was he supposed to focus on this lecture concerning ancient runes when he was itching for a hit of nicotine? His sheet of parchment that was meant to be his notes was covered from end to end in small scrawling shapes traced over and over as if the robotic movement would soothe that itch.

But in the end, it just made it worse and the rest of his class ticked on agonizingly slow. Until finally, finally, he was released from class with a wave of hand and a sharp bark of what reading he would have to do in order to be prepared for the next lesson they were to cover. He half listened. The page numbers already fading from memory. He’d bother someone else for it later, for now, there was something he had to do. Something, far more important that attending his next class.

He needed a damned cigarette.

It was a shame to say that his pack was, for once, not on him but tucked in the pocket of his coat. The quick pat he did to his sides only further reminding him that he’d forgotten to retrieve the carton after his outing with Lyn. And so, the question then became as he wandered down the hallway, did he turn back and walk all the way to the dorms to fetch his pack or did he not? The Slytherin had already made up his mind to skip his next class so that was hardly a contributing factor of to his decision. Considering classes were still in session, there was no telling if anyone would be up in the usual haunts.

Just then, he caught a flash of long blonde hair and a smirk broke out on his face. Perhaps he’d be saved a trip back to the dorms after all. Lengthening his stride, Ri hurried along until he caught up with the boy. “Deschamps, darling,” he purred, the smirk on his face growing into a lopsided grin. “You wouldn’t happen to be deciding to skip class for a little fresh air are you?” With any luck, his house mate would be of like mind and let Ri bum one of his cigs off of him.

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 Posted: Feb 10 2017, 12:17 PM
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At Beauxbatons, he would have never skipped a single class. It was a fact, a mere truth of something Florentin knew, because it simply had not happened before. At Hogwarts, everything was different. Instead of sitting in the front of one classroom or another, trying not to fall asleep and quietly cursing the fact his presence was even required in classes he would pass either way. Beauxbatons had been ahead of this hole of a school - and Flo did not only mean it concerning their class material. Everything here was ancient in a bad way, and not in the carefully aged ways France was representing itself - the dorms, the stairs, the portraits that did nothing but gather dust, the classrooms and the walls that felt like winter air was eating its way through every joint gap. The young man had not even looked at his syllabus before deciding that the next few classes were about to be skipped, and he had shrugged off the heavy and scarcely flattering robes, only leaving pants, the white button down and his silver-grey tie.

While green was not quite his colour, silver was flattering enough - it was most likely the closest he could get to the pastel blue of his former uniform. It made him sigh some more while he was walking, running slender hands through his long hair and flipping it over his shoulder again, patting the pocket of his dark pants to make sure he had his elegant lighter and his cigarettes with him. There were only few places within the castle were smoking was possible without being disturbed by school staff, bypassing students or one of the cats that seemed to be everywhere, almost beating the amounts of house elves that were occupied in the kitchens. Not that Florentin was paying attention to them - for him, they were nothing but moving furniture that fulfilled his nocturnal longings for mousse au chocolate and vanilla pudding with strawberry topping. Yet he also was not quite fond of animals, unless it came to horses - and to Sigurd’s beautiful cat with her fluffy and smooth fur.

The abandoned tower - all the dust, the cobwebs and broken chairs and glasses aside - was one of these few spots that allowed smoking in peace, as Florentin did not exactly feel like walking outside where it was still freezing cold. On top of that, it seemed to have started to rain - and he was not going to let rain ruin his hair today. Caught up in his thoughts, he winced a little as someone called after him, mentioning his name with the insulting addition of the word darling. The French boy’s pretty face immediately displayed a frown as he gazed to the side, raising a perfectly tweezed brow at his dorm mate. In general, he was trying to ignore them all apart from Janjhe, but it was so hard to ignore someone who was right beside him.

Then again, if Flo had tried a little harder, he might as well have mentioned to do it. Either way, a saccharine-sweet smile appeared on his lips as he batted his lashes at Henri Rowan. “Just because you are a delinquent you should not assume everyone else is one, too. But you are lucky today - I am looking for the contrary of fresh air.” Florentin made a move to walk on, yet curiosity made him pause, pale azure eyes never leaving Henri. “What do you want?” Of course there just had to be something the other snake wanted - why else would have called after him? Apart from the fact that Florentin was irresistible, but Hogwarts had taught him not everyone was falling for his naturally given charm.

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 Posted: Mar 22 2017, 06:45 PM
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"You? A delinquent? Perish the thought, my darling."

He would never label the young man beside him with such an inelegant brand. Deschamps walked with an air of grace that he'd seen few women master in the halls of Hogwarts. It was a finesse of movement that Ri attributed to his origins in France. From the few years that Ri had spent just outside of Paris in his childhood, he remembered that same sort of sophisticated aura. Though his memories were hazy with the imperfections of a child's eyes and the passage of time, he remembered silk scarves fluttering in the breeze, gossamer curls of smoke twirling from the lips of businessmen, and the casual chatter of women as they sashayed down sidewalks in heels far too tall for anyone other than a parisian to master.


With a hand placed lightly against his chest, Ri bowed his head and playfully offered a flippant little grin. “I, however, will bear this burdenous title.” He relished the word. The way the way the tongue stumbled over the syllables and struck down with such a finite sound. Delinquent. The troublemaker, the rogue. Life was far more enjoyable if he didn’t have to follow the rules. He’d learned early that life wasn’t like the fairy tales his mother would read. It wasn’t a movie where the main cast would burst into song and all the issues would be fixed. People, even those that were bound by blood or bonds, would step on each other just to reach a better point in life. So, what was the point in following rules that everyone else ignored?

Sleep early. Study hard. Be honest. Don’t gamble. Don’t drink. Don’t smoke. If adults really wanted to look out for the wellbeing of children then perhaps they’d best mend themselves first. In the meantime, Ri was content to live life as he saw fit and dive head first into the deep end of the pool, despite all warnings the adults might offer. It was his life after all - let him live it and fill it to the bloody brim with mistakes. Let him drown himself in smoke, whiskey, and wine instead of going to class because when was he ever going to need to know about the Great Soap Blizzard of 1378?

Yes, Ri was more than content to continue on his way up the tower to the very top with his housemate in hopes of having a little peace and relaxation in his life. But the man beside him stilled and Ri walked forward several more paces before he too slowed and stopped. Twisting his body so it was half turned, Ri looked back at the French boy and raised a dark brow, silently asking why he’d stopped. Then came the question and Ri fought to keep his expression neutral, though the corners of his lips twitched in amusement.

Am I so easy to figure out?

Of course Ri wanted something. He always wanted something. Endless greed was the first of the sins he’d cultivated through his fascination with vices. But admitting that was hardly any fun and fun was the secondary reason as to why he was skipping class. And so, the curly haired boy shrugged with a casual glance up the path they were meant to take that would lead them deeper into the dust. “Is it so hard to believe that I’d like to bask in your radiance on a gloomy day such as this, darling?”


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 Posted: Mar 30 2017, 01:40 PM
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Florentin was not a boy who played games - yet if he did, it was always a round of chess or poker, skilled moves only meant to harm his opponent. Every conversation was a dance, and he had been taught a multitude of different styles in order to survive. Every twist and turn, every pirouette was carefully practised and executed - and yet sometimes he lost the rhythm to his counterparts, just like now. Instead of ducking away, Rowan took a metaphorical step in, taking the lead of a dance Florentin had not asked to perform. He would say he was charmed - but he was not. Sweet words were supposed to mean little to him, never to pierce through the thick walls around him - and yet ever so often they did, compliments flattering him and stroking his already far too pompous ego. My darling. Had he not just told young Mr Elkins off for using pet names with strangers? This was different - he was going to take a taste of it all before deciding whether to lean in or stride away from it.

“Has no one told you yet that one can be easily associated with one’s company - that being seen with a delinquent could mark me as one as well?” Florentin raised a brow at the other snake, especially as he seemed to be so surprised to see him stop. In a way, it was justified - Florentin Deschamps did not stop for about everyone, and he usually did not react to people calling after him like he was a cat on the street that was about to be run over by a car. And believe him that he had seen his fair share of runover cats in the streets of Paris and Neuilly-sur-Seine, in those parts where cars were allowed to race and muggles proved once more that their mean occupation seemed to be destruction more than anything else.

Still he could not bring himself to accept the darling that came over Henri Rowan’s lip with such ease - as if they had ever been close enough to exchange such pleasantries. But maybe, he used pet names like Florentin himself used them - like small daggers placed in between ribs, like teeth dug into flesh and like fingernails scratching skin. The other snake was a mystery, and Flo did not know whether he was ready to deal with more mysteries just yet. Instead he tilted his head and stared at the other boy for a few far too long moments before he gained back control over all his senses, slender hands wrapping around the handrail that belonged to the dusty stairs which lead up to the abandoned tower. There was no charm to this place - and eventually it was the reason why he had chosen to stay with Henri just a moment longer, to procrastinate walking up those stairs and getting out of breath in the process.

“If you call me darling one more time, my radiance will be more than dulled,” Florentin said pointedly before he gave the snake another sweet smile, finally turning around to start ascending the stairs. On the third step upwards, he paused, halfway looking over his shoulder. “Now, are you coming?” It could not hurt to figure out what Rowan wanted from him - or what he wanted in general, apart from showering the French boy in compliments and sweet words. Although this alone was a reason to keep him around. Sometimes, Flo was easily to please.

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For a moment, Ri carefully considered the words of the Frenchman close beside him on the stairs. His head tilting as if weighing the options for how to answer such a question. Truly it was more of a rhetorical snippet yet Ri opened his mouth and let the words fall smoothly from his lips. “If that was the case, couldn’t the reverse happen? Perhaps people will begin to mark me as a decent and upstanding man.” The snake almost laughed at the idea as amusement colored the last words he spoke, unable to keep a thoughtful and serious expression on his face. The very notion that he would start down the straight and narrow seemed utterly ridiculous.

He’d be a constant presence in class where he turned in all his homework or he’d attend mass on Sundays and start praying over his meals like his mother insisted he do during his childhood. He’d wake early, sleep early, and live an entirely dull existence. If that was the sort of life he wanted to lead then he might as well just turn and head back down the dusty stairs. Instead, the boy was entirely content to continue down the path he’d started on in his younger years to enjoy the silence of the world for just a few moments. A few heartbeats where they sentenced the fluttering organ to an early grave with each inhale of smoke and chemicals.

The little grin that had graced his lips, stretched and grew into something wolfish and deviant. It sat crookedly upon his face, lacking sweetness of any sort, in asymmetric mockery of Flo’s own little smile. “I hardly think anything could dull your radiance without your permission,” Ri said with a shrug. His hand reaching to fix the strap of his messenger bag a moment later when the casual gesture displaced it to a spot on his shoulder that he absently deemed as uncomfortable. “But alright, I won’t call you darling anymore. Happy now, Sweetheart?” His grin grew even more, knowing he was likely toeing a line.

But, Ri had always been fond of nicknames like these. They made things simple and easy. He didn’t have to remember the names of those that he interacted with, especially not those belonging to his flavour of the week. Darling, Sweetheart, Luv - it was easy and most people didn’t take notice of the causal dismissal and slight jab at their person - as if they were not important enough for him to remember or use their name. But, Deschamps was not most people as he seemed to prove time and time again. The question was now whether or not he’d be pressed to stop with this new nickname as well or if the other Snake deemed it a battle not worth fighting.

Without a second’s delay, the dark haired boy started up the stairs after his Housemate. “Well, when you invite me like that, how can I say no?” He chirped before he allowed his attention to be shifted towards the staircase. The stairs of Hogwarts have never simply just been stairs and, the last thing he wanted, was to be caught unawares by a step that no longer wished to be solid and do it’s purpose. “After all, who wouldn’t enjoy spending a little quality time with their housemate, yeah?” Particularly one that fostered a smoking habit like he did.

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Sometimes Florentin wished that he was just imagining all those things happening to him - the transfer, the students around him, the constant drama that seemed to spread like wildfires around him. What if all of this was nothing but a fever dream, those odd and hazy moments that often came after a fainting spell? It would only fit him all too well, to have an imagination worth of a Lewis Carroll novel. In a world that was based on his subsconcience, conversations like the one he was currently having with Henri Rowan would make perfect sense - but in reality, only few students of Hogwarts would call Flo a decent and upstanding man, yet he was going to let it slip for the sake of stroking his own ego. He merely raised a brow at his current companion, pale eyes wandering from the other boy’s face to his shoes again in a soft mixture of appreciation and judgement - one could never be quite sure with the French young man.

Florentin had one big weakness, and said weakness were compliments tossed his way like bait for the sharks. How was he supposed to defy the other snake when there were such words tossed his way. It was almost too easy to tell the boy he was pretty, special or radiant - and immediately he was going to do a whole lot of things he was avoiding in general. With a very soft and yet distressed sigh, Flo rolled his eyes at Henri and shook his head in annoyance. “You are not making this any better,” he informed him while walking up those dusty stairs. Sweetheart. It was a rather horrible nickname, and he had just gotten used to those Spanish sweetnesses Martín was offering ever so often - words to drink from his lips and words to choke on, depending on what Florentin felt like.

“If you wanted to spend time with your housemates, you should have walked to the common room instead - I heard they gather there a lot,” Flo hummed sardonically, looking at his fingers with slight disgust after he had dragged them carelessly over the handrail. A thin layer of dust was covering his fingertips, and he rubbed them over the fabric of his pants, annoyed that the house elves who most likely kept the castle clean were not taking care of this part of Hogwarts. But did it really surprise him? The castle carried cobwebs and dust like the prettiest decorations, and it was not impressive at all. Either way, after a few moments they had reached the top of the tower, and the snake’s first way was towards one of the windows with the broken glass, opening it and staring down. He was not scared of heights - and what was there to be scared of when bars were decorating the window, keeping people from doing stupid things.

Elegantly, he placed himself on the windowsill and reached into the pocket of his pants, slowly retrieving the package of cigarettes and helping himself to one. There was a second of hesitation, a tilt of his head before slender fingers offered the package to Henri, too. Maybe there wasn’t a lot he knew about his housemates, but it was easy to figure out the guilty pleasures and the bad habits, and he gave Henri a small smirk. “Do you have fire in return?” Florentin asked while delicately placing the cigarette between his pouty lips, leaning back just a little against the window frame.

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