Shoot Me, Please!

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Oh, dog, this is killing me, Ly thought, leaning back in his chair. He balanced it on its back legs and rested his boots on the scarred wood of the table in front of him for balance, but even increasing his comfort didn't help. This damned school was going to kill him with boredom.

He'd heard other Slytherins laughing about detention like it was nothing, but he'd beg to differ, if he was the type to beg. They seemed to have made special arrangements to make sure he was alone, which he hated. He wanted to be with his sister, or even some stupid Hufflepuff, so long as there was something to do.

He'd been told to think about what he'd done, and what he should have done instead, but he'd come to a conclusion immediately: he should have avoided getting caught. He groaned and considered whether it would be worth moving to entertain himself scratching something into the table.

F~ it, he thought. I'm taking a nap. He closed his eyes.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity charged through the doors and into the Detention Room seething. She slammed her books down at a desk near the back corner and took her seat with a huff. It was all so stupid! Maybe she had been late to class for the past three Fridays, but clearly her professor didn’t understand the importance of Thursday nights. Besides, it wasn’t like she was even that late this time. Twenty minutes wasn’t too bad, was it? Verity always tried so hard to make it on time, but her bed never wants her to leave it.

Verity sat with her elbow resting on top of her books, her chin resting on her fist, and her eyes glued on the old hag moderating this lovely detention session. The hate Verity had for the woman moderating detention was radiating from her. She should be out doing homework or eating or hanging out with her friends or doing anything but being trapped inside of the god-awful room. Verity let out another huff. This beotch will let her go if it killed her.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Ly woke with a start, and the motion nearly toppled the chair backwards. He sat forward, his shoes and the chair's legs landing with a thump and a clatter. He scowled through groggy eyes at the old hag watching him, wishing she'd never come back from her trip to the washroom, but before he could say anything, he was distracted by a sound from the corner across from his own.

There was a very angry and decent-looking girl staring their warden down, and Ly glanced up toward the old woman, who wasn't currently looking at him. He slid a piece of parchment from his bag, open and partly spilled on the table, and wrote a quick note, then, glancing at the hag again, crumpled it and tossed it over. He'd hardly started his herbology essay anyway, so who cared?

dont eat her, she's all bones

[Verity Bromley]

Verity tore her eyes away from the old hag she was staring down at the sound movement nearby. Her head snapped in the direction of the movement and that was when she realized she wasn’t the only unfortunate soul trapped in detention. She noticed he had long, pale blond locks before she took her focus away. There was no sense in staring, not when she had to deal with the moderator as it were.

Verity stared at the grandma up front, making mental criticisms about her appearance. The longer she stared, the more caddy her criticisms became. She judged everything about the woman from her shoes and the rags she was wearing to her weight and obvious frown lines. She made up stories in her mind about where those frown lines must have come from and why she was such a miserable old hag.

Verity could have gone on for days criticizing this woman in her mind. She was interrupted from her own harsh thoughts when a ball of paper landed near her hand on her desk. Verity placed her fingers over the paper and looked around to see who it could have come from. Apparently she made up a total of half of the students in detention. Verity caught sight of the pale blond hair once again before she unraveled the note under her desk and red it. She grinned slyly, passing notes brought her back to her younger years as a first year and second year student. There was still a sense of adventure in deceiving the teacher and having a secret conversation. Verity grabbed her quill and scribbled her response in her neat, flowery handwriting.

is that what’s under those bags of skin? I would never have guessed.

Verity crumpled the paper up once again and tossed it back. She then quickly opened one of her books and pretended to read from it.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Ly hadn't sat and stared at the girl while he waited, but all the same, it was satisfying getting his parchment back. He smoothed it out on the table to read. No sh~, he thought, and with a glance up, reached for his quill.

when our cat looked like that, mom had it put down

Okay, so they may or may not have ever had a cat at all, but the old hag looked almost as dead as Professor Binns. He idly debated mercy killings as he slid the paper under the desk to crumple again, then tossed it aside.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity glanced up a couple of times to see if he was responding. Whenever she thought someone might have caught her looking, she immediately returned her focus to her book. She pretended to be interested in what she was reading when her eyes were really just reading the same five words over and over again.

When she got the note back, Verity looked at it immediately. She was far too curious to open it casually or even to make sure the old hag wasn’t looking her way. Not that it mattered much. Verity was certain that even if the old hag was looking at her, her eyesight was probably too poor to judge what it was Verity was doing.

she looks as if she might bite the dust at any given moment. She hasn’t moved in a while. you don’t think…?

Verity tossed to note to the kid.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Ly flattened the page in front of him and smirked at her reponse.

I think a good jinx would knock her out.

He paused, debating. Unfortunately, that would only get him expelled, and his sister would be stuck at Hogwarts without him. It was tempting, considering the lameness that had gotten him two detentions, and the fact that destroying a dormitory had only lost House Points. Like he cared.

Lysiseraph Alessandro Vittore Romano Phrixus, he added, and after a moment, grabbed his bag and stood. He ignored the warden's screeching to sit only as long as it took to cross the room, then did so of his own free will, sliding the paper across the table this time. Ten more House Points? F~ that sh~.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity tapped the toe of her over-the-knee black leather boots against the stone ground. She was entirely too impatient to be sitting in detention. She could have been at the shop or doing schoolwork or something. Granted, she could be doing schoolwork in detention, but she didn’t want to do it there. She wanted to do it in her dorm with the appropriate distractions. She despised being trapped, in any possible sense of the word, and right now she despised the old hag for keeping her trapped.

Verity began to think of what she could do to get out of there. Surely there were ways she could sneak out, but what were they? She was new to the whole detention scene. Were there spells or charms she could use? Could she create a distraction? Before she could work up the balls to actually do something, blondie over there did. She watched him with wide eyes as he crossed the room. Her fingers brushed over the paper he slid to her, but she didn’t take her eyes off of his until he was gone. She certainly wasn’t expecting that to happen.

Verity stared after the guy in shock. He did what she didn’t have the guts to do. She looked at the paper he slid to her. He had a good point. With a single jinx, she could escape. His note was signed this time. She looked at the name. It was long, but for some reason it just fit him perfectly. Verity shot the Jelly-Brain Jinx at the old hag, grabbed her things, and fled before it could wear off. Her wandwork was never as good as she wanted it to be.

Verity ran out of the Detention Room with a look of pure satisfaction. She was the kind of person to act on impulse without thinking about the consequences.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Ly was standing just outside the door, deciding how to spend the rest of his free hour, when the brunette with the CFM boots showed up. Not that he was surprised. She'd looked like she was about to blow from the moment he'd woken up. He gave her a quick look-over, then held out his hand expectantly.

"You got my Herbology essay?" If she was following him, he may as well get it back. No sense rewriting the paragraph he had if he could just add to it and call it a D. Hell, maybe he'd get bored enough to finish the damned thing. Or pay a Ravenclaw to do it.

[Verity Bromley]

The sound of Verity's heels hitting the ground echoed in the hall. She slowed down once she actually made it out of the room. Verity was in a daze. She had just done something very, very bad. She had never run out of a class before, let alone detention. She was breathing heavily and she couldn't tell if it was from her mad dash out the door or from her panic attack. What did she do?

Verity snapped her head around at the sound of a voice. Her eyes found Blondie from detention and her shoulders dropped in relief. For a second there, she thought she had been caught. Verity looked down at the pile of things she had grabbed before she escaped. There was, in fact, some parchment that wasn't hers. "Oh. Here." She said plainly. She held the essay out to him, her arm shaking. "You--you don't think we should go back in there, do you?" She asked nervously. She was suddenly having second thoughts.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Ly wrinkled his brow slightly, as if unsure what CFM's words had meant. "No," he said slowly. Why would he go back in? He'd walked out of there on purpose, though he hadn't really expected her to jinx the hag. That had been interesting.

He took his parchment and crammed it in his backpack, uncaring if it got crushed again. The wrinkles would just give his essay character. He'd have to scratch off the notes on the back, though. Eh, he couldn't care less. He wouldn't do the damn thing at all, but he'd heard that Professor Evans had some hero worship for that blonde Astronomy professor and was giving out detentions like they were going out of style. He was damned tired of detention.

"You want to go back in and grovel for mercy, go for it," Ly told CFM. "Good luck getting any." The witch had seen him leave, and he'd get sh~ for that, but he hadn't done the rest.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity folded her arms over her chest, which didn’t help any idea of modesty she may have been unintentionally giving off. She sunk into her hip and tapped her toe on the ground. Did this guy honestly not know who she was? Being the attention whore, or maybe just whore, that she was—she didn’t like it when she didn’t get noticed. Verity narrowed her eyes. “It’s not me I’m worried about.” She said as she dropped her arms to her side and took a slow step towards the blonde. “Being a prefect does have certain benefits, you know.” She said, more slow steps. “In fact, I’m sure I could tell the dear old hag that you cast the jinx and ran out and the only reason I left was to bring you back. Considering it is my duty to keep an eye on you troublemakers.” It was a far-fetched plan, but Verity had a way of falsely convincing people she was innocent. She was very close to him now and Verity grabbed his arm and let her finger draw upwards on his smooth skin. “But perhaps you’re right and it’s no use going back now. Maybe we should go—” Verity traced the outline of his jaw with her finger now. “—elsewhere.” She suggested in a soft, low voice.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

"I'm not f~ing you to get out of detention," Ly said. He looked the girl over again, trying to find any sign aside from her word that she really was a prefect. He failed to do so, but he did notice what a nice body she had. There was no way in hell a prefect could dress like that and be taken seriously, and there was no way a prefect would end up in detention and hex the old hag watching them.

Lysiseraph's eyes took their sweet time making their way back toward CFM's face. He might have wondered if she really was that easy, but she'd made it as obvious as possible, so why not? He knew where his sister was, and she was taken care of for a while.

"You want to go, let's go," he said, stepping closer. He reached around to test out the seat of that short skirt she was wearing. He hadn't been looking for anything, but if it was being thrown at him, he might as well take advantage of the offer.

[Verity Bromley]

“You’re already out of detention.” Verity pointed out. It wasn’t like she had him bound to his spot from some charm in order to keep him from running. If he had decided to run, well, she was wearing four-inch leather boots and she wasn’t about to chase after anybody in them. Verity noticed him checking her out, although she pretended not to. It wasn’t like there was much effort on his part to hide it, but when it came to guys she discovered that subtlety wasn’t usually their forte. She loved the attention and that was why she was doing this. She got a thrill from being wanted and the fact that they were standing outside of the detention room and could be caught at any moment only added to the thrill. She had a feeling he’d change his mind. Not to toot her own horn or anything, but it rarely happened that a guy resisted her. Especially not when she was giving him every opportunity to have her. When he spoke those magic words, Let’s go, Verity smirked. She didn’t care that his hand was so comfortably placed on her ass as she led him down the corridor and around a couple of corners. This was all just a game to her and it wasn’t over yet.

Verity hadn’t decided what she was going to do. She wasn’t really as easy as she had let on and she didn’t expect him to take her up on her offer, but now that the situation was presented to her, she wasn’t above going along with it. After all, it was only one guy and he was too gorgeous to pass up. Verity let him to a small closet-like room she sometimes snuck into when she was supposed to be going about her prefect duties. She thought it was best if they laid low for a while in case the old hag sent someone to find them. “Is this what you had in mind?” Verity asked as she pressed up against him. Due to the size of the closet, it was nearly impossible not to be close to each other.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

"Not nearly," Ly said, lighting his wand and taking a look around the small space. Well, she wasn't one to mess around, was she? Nox. His wand went dark and he tucked it away. It was only a step or two beyond doing it himself at this point, but if the girl wanted to be treated like a cheap streetwalker, it didn't matter, did it?

Have you been checked recently for diseases? Ly wanted to ask. He had no issues with sex, but he'd never been with a girl whose pedigree wasn't assured. He'd never been with a girl who would proposition a complete stranger, nor in a closet. This wasn't at all his ideal situation.

He kissed her anyway, and let his hands begin to explore. He had standards, but he wasn't dead, and he could have at least a little fun, couldn't he?