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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 2, 2009 8:03:25 GMT -5
The lack of anything to do in Hogwarts was almost getting on Zane's nerves. Not knowing anyone, except for Lucretia, Zane didn't really have much of a social life yet.
Leaning back on a chair with his legs propped up on the table, Zane had sought out the chance to read another book. Despite the grand size of the library, the books didn't hold Zane's interest for long.
Throwing the current book rather loudly on the table was his way of showing the librarian how dissatisfied he was with the selection. Once again he randomly pulled out a book from the pile he hadn't read yet, ignoring the pile of unwanted material.
Opening the book his eyes quickly scanned the first few pages, after half an hour he felt satisfied by the book, what he didn't know was that it was written by a muggle.
"Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray." he shrugged, unfamiliar with the author and the book, he didn't really keep in mind the thought that a muggle book would be in the library, mostly because he didn't know the book didn't belong to the library in the first place.
Leaning back farther he could feel the looks people were giving him. Unfazed, he leaned back till the chair touched the wall, satisfied by the comfort the chair could provide him with.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 2, 2009 17:42:12 GMT -5
Markise's current lack of any real socializing was killing him. His parents were thrilled, though; his grades were the highest they'd ever been. There hadn't been anything else to do while he'd been avoiding Ariel, so he'd started studying, something he hadn't even known how to do. He was still working on it, trying to keep from distracting himself with thoughts of what he'd rather be doing, but he was marginally competent now.
He was also desperate. Anna was a good friend already, but there wasn't ever going to be more; God, she was like a sister only less pushy. And she was busy today anyhow. She knew how to study, and about now she was probably curled on that couch in her shop surrounded by stacks of books and cross-referencing every herb known to wizardkind. He needed something to do.
That was what brought him to the library. He wanted to get his Runes essay out of the way before Friday so he could enjoy his weekend properly. His lips curved into a rather sardonic smile. At least he had that.
It was as he pulled a particularly boring-looking book off the shelf, one that took up far more space than any book should, that he caught sight of a boy he'd never seen through the hole in the shelf left by that very book. His gaze paused, then dropped. He knew better than to stare, he'd been doing this for years and never got caught. He balanced the book half on the shelf he'd taken it from and leafed slowly and quietly through the pages. His pale blue eyes rose, and only when he was sure it was safe did he really look.
He had such major issues, he knew, but he just couldn't resist! He needed to just drop by the coffee shop in Diagon Alley and make amends. He didn't really think his absence would matter much. Lost in thought, the book slipped from Markise's arm, dropping to the floor with a loud thud. Markise's eyes widened guiltily.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 3, 2009 7:26:52 GMT -5
Zane looked over the book and felt as thought he had read enough. Still leaning back he raised his wand and pointed it at a shelf, five books rose and fell on the desk. However, his gaze didn't drop; pale blue eyes were staring back at him.
Zane quirked a brow, the legs that was raised fell to the floor, allowing him to sit upright. Pocketing his wand he gave the person a long stare.
"You can stand there and debate with yourself, or you could manage a few words.” his words came out in a drawl, his Italian accent was light, but there all the same. He couldn’t tell through the bookshelf, if it was a male or a female, the rest of the books obscured his vision because of the angle the books were on.
Zane felt as though he could finally break out of the chain of not speaking to anyone, this was the perfect opportunity to break out of the redundancy of the past few days.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 4, 2009 15:29:02 GMT -5
Markise's guilty look faded immediately into a defensive frown. Most of his guilt had been from the horrible noise that falling book had made, not any embarrassment at his inconspicuous behavior. And then the guy had stared at him, when he'd have been content just to pick the book back up and return it to the shelf.
"I was looking for a book, not talking to you," he said, then looked purposefully away, squatting to pick up the massive tome he'd just dropped. He was well-practiced. There was no blush or fluster, just the act of any guy who didn't feel like confrontation.
Markise didn't let himself think about the other boy's voice, or his accent. He didn't let him think about the way he looked. He didn't let himself send out any sort of feelers as to whether the boy was being confrontational or whether there might be possibilities there. He was perfectly happy pretending that he was happy alone.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 5, 2009 1:51:07 GMT -5
Zane's lip twitched into a crooked grin. Whoever she... or he was, Zane had hit a nerve. Not moving he watched as the person disappeared under the books, his lips parted to speak.
"Ah, I see, chiedere scusa for my rude assumption." when he spoke in Italian, the accent seemed to thicken slightly, Zane craned his neck to try and see who this person was. If he was lucky, it could be a shy pretty girl, it would be simple to charm a girl who loved reading, especially if she liked romantic novels.
Zane could have stood up and went to see who it was, but where was the fun in trying to guess only through words, if he had a long enough conversation with someone, he coudl tell there 'type' without even having to look at them.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 6, 2009 15:55:37 GMT -5
Markise could only guess that what the guy had said meant sorry, and it soothed his ruffled feathers a bit. His nerves were still tense thanks to that close call though, and he ended up saying a low it's fine that felt heavy in the air.
The safest thing to do, Markise told himself, would be to find another section to look for his book in. Just stay away from the guy so he wouldn't even be tempted. He'd always gotten by on assuming that every guy he met was straight unless he had inarguable proof otherwise, but Larten. Larten had thrown him for a loop, Ariel had thrown him for a loop, and he didn't trust himself.
There was no real explanation for why he found himself on the other side of the bookshelf instead, that much closer to the boy and in his view. Markise couldn't see him now, not unless he turned his head, and he wouldn't risk everything with even a peek. It was true that he was still in the Runes section and that he hadn't found what he was looking for yet, but he knew better than to believe that was why he'd rounded the end of the shelves. He might -- might -- be hoping the other guy would talk to him again.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 6, 2009 16:04:26 GMT -5
Zane’s eyes flicked back to the book, he would ask the person to give him more information about the book, and maybe they know who the writer was.
“You know, I could really use some help.” He waved his wand and allowed the book to soar behind the shelf. It stopped hovering beside the person.
“Do you think you could tell me who wrote this? So far it’s been a very good book.” The Oscar Wilde book stayed hovering waiting for the person to take it. Zane would use this as an opportunity to figure the person out, a little game he liked to play.
Zane still couldn't see the person, his vision obscured by the books, all he could see was a bit of blond hair. Zane did prefer brunettes, but he could always make an exception.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 6, 2009 21:27:18 GMT -5
Markise stopped his absent-minded perusal of the shelf in front of him when he heard that voice again, and at the book floating next to him, he gave up entirely. His pale blue eyes flickered over to that boy with the Italian accent, then down to the book, which he caught. Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray. His lips quirked at the obvious intent behind that question.
Markise opened the book and started to leaf through it as he turned toward the boy. "If I was guessing I'd say Oscar Wilde," he said. "I'm not an expert, though." He looked up from the book, his eyes glittering softly. And here he was, despite his own repeated advice, sending out feelers after all. Slowly, carefully so that it could all be brushed off the moment he knew.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 7, 2009 3:14:39 GMT -5
"What type of wizard is this Oscar Wilde/" he drawled, Zane had now told himself that this was a girl, why? Probably because it was what he really wanted rather than what really was.
He caught the blue eyes once again, his lips quirked into a smirk. He needed more responses, he needed to get more out of this person.
"Or you could tell me whats your field of expertise." his words had a hidden meaning behind then, but he'd leave that for the other person to decide the meaning.
Zane knew it was at these times he would love to have his brother to watch, show him how charming someone is really done. Obviously he was somewhere else around the school... probably asleep under a tree or some other thing that requires no energy... the sloth.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 13:49:46 GMT -5
It was all Markise could do to keep from blushing, from looking slyly at the boy and letting the perfect tease escape his lips. He hadn't forgotten Larten, though. Larten, who had gotten him all the way into the Slytherin 6th year boys' dormitory and tried to kiss him before realizing that he wasn't a girl.
He was used to it of course, but it hadn't happened quite this much back home. Likely because the British had more strictly-defined gender roles than those in New York or Southern California. He couldn't even dye his hair here without more or less declaring himself. He only just got away with eyeliner and mascara, and even that was toned down so much that it was hardly noticeable.
So Markise took a moment, only the space of one breath, to gather himself. "That's a loaded question," he said with a light curve of his lips, closing the book. He held it to his chest as he abandoned his shelves and headed toward the boy to stop just at the outer edge of the little seating area. "And I'm sorry, I have no clue who Oscar Wilde is, other than that his name is on the cover of this book." He tapped lightly against the volume in his arms.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 7, 2009 14:06:36 GMT -5
Zane kept his face composed, watching the blond move from behind the shelves, now he could make out who the person was. Despite the composure on the outside his mind was racing with thoughts, he could tell by the body frame that it was definitely not a girl. Yet, the face was so… pretty, even for a male.
Zane, coming from Italy, was used to men who embraced there more feminine side, so it came as no shock to see a man with make-up. Although he didn’t find a female companion, the thought of a male was also satisfying enough, maybe verbal stimulation would be good.
“Ah, then I guess I’ve been looking in all the wrong places, I would ask the librarian, but she doesn’t seem pleased with me.” Pushing off from the floor, he once again rested his legs on the table, but angled as to not obstruct his vision from the person before him. He raised his hand pointing to the chair opposite his.
“I haven’t been here for long it would be nice to get to know you. I’m Zane Mezzanotte.” The way he spoke his own name was so smooth, his voice accentuating the ‘z’s’ and the ‘t’s’.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 7, 2009 14:55:43 GMT -5
"Markise Sterling," he returned, taking the offered seat. Inwardly he was composing himself, setting up the usual walls around his natural reactions. He could feel whatever he wanted, just as long as he gave nothing away. Just as long as he could outwardly behave himself. He could, of course. He'd had years of practice.
Now that they were talking, Markise didn't so much as consider looking at the boy --Zane-- at all closely. He leaned forward to set the book with the pile nearby. He eyed it a moment before looking back at Zane. "You haven't read all those, have you?" he asked.
It didn't seem like anyone could have read that many books in a single day, but then, Markise knew Anna, and he knew Silver. Both of them inhaled books like oxygen. It was really too bad Anna was so stuck on that one jerk she liked so much.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 8, 2009 7:12:24 GMT -5
"Nice name, I'll keep it mind for future references." watching the guy take a sit, he seemed very calm, and collected about his emotions, maybe he was just always like that, but looking at his robes, so far from what he had seen, those from the house Hufflepuff were the most emotional people he had ever met. The way they spoke aggravated him, but this guy was different.
"I skimmed them, then realized how they wont benefit me." picking up one, her read the cover out loud 'Charms for Charming the Charmless'. Looking at the back, it was just a book for girls to make them look prettier.
"I'm not going to use a charm to shrink my nose." he threw the book down and rolled his eyes, the books these days were getting boring, what happened to the epic stories and the intellectually stimulating ones.
"Sadly I could get better books from my personal collection than from here in Hogwarts." he made sure to raised his voice, enough for the librarian to hear. He saw her turned her head and glared, Zane responded with a smile.
"You're not from around these places, transferee?" he didn't care that a few people were looking at him with glares, he knew he was talking loudly, but it was fun to get a reaction.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Mar 8, 2009 13:19:53 GMT -5
Markise was a bit unnerved by the volume of Zane's voice, but since he was talking at an appropriate level, he supposed that Madam Pince wouldn't even see him. It would suck to be tossed out, if only because he found Anna here half the time he was looking for her. Still, he didn't give Zane a single sharp look. Zane obviously didn't care. Why in hell were the bad boys always so good-looking?
"I'm from the U.S.," Markise answered. "Mostly New York, but I went to school in Southern California my first five years." It was the only reason his New York accent wasn't as thick as it used to be. It really only came out when he was either very emotional, or drunk.
"Did you just transfer here?" He didn't recognize the boy, but then, he hadn't recognized Lucretia either, and she had apparently been at Hogwarts for years, just... hiding out.
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Post by Zane Mezzanotte on Mar 8, 2009 13:34:23 GMT -5
He nodded, it was enough as an answer, but why stop there, other than his brother, he had absolutely no one else to talk to.
"Yes, we just came a few day's ago from Italy, the schools there are too... biased." he rolled his eyes, he would have gone to Durmstrang, but apparently it was too cold there, and he hated the cold weather.
"My brother wanted to come here for sometime, of course I had to be dragged along." he couldn't say that the idea didn't appeal to him, cleaning the slate and starting new seemed like a good idea, he heard that the girls here were very... willing. The idea made his lips turn up into a smirk, he could always go hunting for that later. His mind returned to Markise, his smirk turned into a casual grin now.
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