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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 15:17:17 GMT -5
It had been a few days since Lyric had slept, and he'd finally decided to give it a try. He didn't want anything to do with the dorm, though. His crap was there, and now and then he went back to change out his clothes for the house-elves to wash, but he always did it during one of the classes he and Jory were enrolled in so he knew he wouldn't run into him.
The Room of Requirement was in use or he'd have gone in there, and he'd been wandering the main corridors in search of a small, deserted hallway when he passed the library. He didn't know anyone who hung out there, so he ducked in.
The couch by the windows wasn't quite long enough to be comfortable, but no one had noticed him rearranging the furniture a little. He tucked his bag beneath his head for safekeeping and stretched out, long legs extended over the arm of the couch, feet propped on the back of the chair he'd moved. It could be better, but he'd slept in a lot worse places than this over the past months. He closed his eyes and faded into a restless half-sleep.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 15:33:07 GMT -5
It had been a long couple of days Willow thought, between classes and meeting new people, she had still not had the proper chance to settle down with a good book and start losing herself in it. The alternative was to walk and read in the hallways, but after she had run into that set of twins she didn't think that it was such a good idea anymore. So she'd waited for one of the only free periods that she had, and come to the library to lose herself.
When she came in Willow intended to orient herself towards the history section to pick up one of those books and settle down at her favorite table, instead she decided to put her book bag down first, and then move on to the books. Her eyes caught on a sofa close to where her table sat, and she was slightly miffed to find a student asleep across the couch, his legs propped on another chair.
To her a library was not only a sanctuary, but a place to be respected, and sleeping on the furniture wasn't the way to do that. After all that was what the school supplied dormitories for right? She set her book bag down and wandered over to the student. The clothing might have hinted to androgyny except that the features were a bit more masculine than a girls. "Excuse me, but you shouldn't be sleeping in here."
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 16:08:26 GMT -5
Lyric hardly heard the girl, but her voice was enough to grate on him even without paying attention to whatever she'd said. He got the idea that she was talking to him though, and cracked one eye open to see who it was. Not the librarian, not a prefect or the Head girl, not a professor. He closed his eye again and made a rather crude gesture with one hand before shifting to lay on his side, facing away from her. "F~ off, I'm not bothering anyone," he muttered. No one else had minded.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 16:14:30 GMT -5
Flattering, Willow thought at his gesture. You're bothering me, she thought. "Why don't you head up to the dormitories to sleep. There's not something wrong with your bed is there?" What was his problem that he would need to sleep down here. She understood that it was quiet, but this really wasn't the best place to sleep. It was disrespectful and she doubted she'd be able to just ignore it.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 16:28:45 GMT -5
"Only the a~hole in the next bed," Lyric replied, his words still groggy and increasingly annoyed. "F~ off, there's other chairs." What was she, the library loitering committee? He mentally dismissed her and tried to find that perfect half-asleep place again where you felt detached from the world and distanced from yourself. If he could float along for half an hour he could consider it done and head back to London again.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 16:38:55 GMT -5
So he had issues with a roommate, Willow thought to herself. "Why are you letting your dorm mate get to you?" She was more concerned now, and was quite unfazed by his blatant use of curse words around her. "Did you know Ghandi once said something along the lines of no one can hurt you without your permission." It seemed right, if the guy was a jerk he must have done something to hurt the kid on the sofa.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 16:43:09 GMT -5
Lyric's eyes opened enough to glare at the back of the couch. "What are you, a psychiatrist?" he asked. He looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes and drawn brows. "It's none of your f~ing business, so shove off!" No one can hurt you without your permission. It tried to pull him back to one of the many arguments he'd had with Jory. Jory had insisted that what had happened to him wasn't his fault, but he knew, and he'd always known. The girl wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 16:49:10 GMT -5
The violence of his response made Willow's eyes widen, "not a psychiatrist, just someone who was trying to read a book." And now someone who was interested in why this boy was so angry at a stranger who hadn't done anything to him. She tilted her head, part of her wanting to analyze the puzzle. "If it helps you, I could be a sounding board for you though. Anger ventilated often hurries toward forgiveness; and concealed often hardens into revenge. Personally, I don't want to be on the other end of revenge."
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 16:52:45 GMT -5
Lyric had no clue what she was talking about, nor did he care. And he didn't want to use her as a sounding board, either. "I don't know you," he said. "F~. Off. and read your damned book." He turned his back to her again in firm dismissal. Why was she bothering him? Didn't she get the picture that he wasn't moving? He'd just gotten here, and he'd been here first anyway.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 16:55:12 GMT -5
Not a pessimist, or one to give up on something just because someone was being hard, Willow decided to continue. Rather than hover over him, she grabbed a nearby chair and sat down next to him. "Then let me tell you who I am. My name is Willow, and I'm a Ravenclaw. I live with my mom when I'm not here, and I just got back from an exchange program at Beauxbatons. Is there anything else you want to know?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 17:09:13 GMT -5
What the hell? Lyric opened his eyes again, giving up on sleep for now, while this stupid girl was bothering him. What was it with girls and asking questions? Quinn had told him too much, too. But at least she'd made it worth his time. He looked back over his shoulder again. "Unless you want something from me, go away. And I'm not moving. And I don't f~ing care what school you went to or anything. Go. Away." She wasn't responding to f~ off, so he changed tactics at least that much.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 17:14:36 GMT -5
Willow tilted her head, "well I'd say the obvious answer is that I want to talk to you, since I'm talking to you." She didn't really care if he moved at this point, after all she'd abandoned that when she'd decided to try and find him out. "So, this guy that's in your dorm, he's that bad? What did he do, tell all the other guys that you're gay?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 17:21:27 GMT -5
Lyric's eyes widened, then narrowed sharply. "F~ you!" he barked, something he was sure would get the librarian's attention, if not everyone else's. He lowered his voice to a dangerous hiss as he moved to sit in jerky motions. "Yes, he f~ing tells everyone, and I f~ girls too so you can shut the hell up and leave me alone!" It had been bad enough that Jory had harassed him constantly, but he'd told other people, too. It had leaked into the corridors way before Jory had started waving rainbows in everyone's faces. And no one knew about Quinn. And he really didn't feel like telling them, because he didn't want to get in trouble.
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Post by Willow Wenlock on Feb 13, 2010 17:28:31 GMT -5
Willow's eyes felt like they rounded to the size of saucers when he told her that his roommate was in fact spreading that rumor. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just thought that was the worst thing that could happen. I'm sorry he did that." But obviously the boy was more than that, not that she cared about sexual preferences as she'd told Jory, she didn't care, and intellectually it had been more tolerated in previous histories, so she didn't understand why it wasn't in theirs.
"Look, I don't have anything against people who have different preferences than me. If you liked goats too, I wouldn't mind." She really hoped he wouldn't say that he liked goats too, because then she'd sound like a jerk. "I'm sure you're a great guy with a lot of other things going for him than who you like to take to bed. You must have some hobbies."
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 13, 2010 17:38:08 GMT -5
"F~ you," Lyric hissed, annoyance having broken into fury when she'd carelessly shoved Jory into his face. "I've got nothing going for me, and if you think the worst thing that can happen is someone telling your f~ing secrets to everyone they meet, you're f~ing lucky." He stood up, grabbing his bag violently from its place on the couch. "Go read your f~ing books," he spat.
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