&&waiting for dust (valyndiar)

[kirkster]

& i miss you like sleep &

THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP

It took all of Darren’s willpower to keep his pace even as he loped slowly away from the Restricted Section, a heavy black book with gold binding clutched under his left arm. He could feel the librarian’s gaze on his back and it wasn’t until he was well out of her sight, on the other end of the library, that he let himself relax. He had spent two anxious minutes watching the woman peer at his note from every angle possible, as though determined to determine a forgery. Of course, it was. He had no need for this book other than the need to satiate his own curiosity, but he didn’t think the librarian would understand his interest in this particular subject. It was a good thing he was skilled with a quill.
Taking a deep breath to slow his heart, Darren flopped into a chair at an empty table and placed the book gently before him. Its cover was dirty and fraying in the corners and the title had nearly completely worn off; One Hundred and One Uses for Natural Poisons was hardly visible. Darren flipped the cover over eagerly and scanned the title page, making note of the author’s name for future reference. He found that the most interesting books were written by witches and wizards who had several other publications. This one had been mentioned in an encyclopedia featuring different uses for fungus.
As he poured over the table on contents, Darren became aware of a scraping sound to his left. Someone had occupied the chair at the opposite end of the table. Darren glanced to his right at the long line of other tables, each one empty. A scowl began to form on his face; why did someone always have to sit at his table? This was why he hated studying in the library. Without fail, his reading was always interrupted by students playing Exploding Snap or jabbering about useless gossip. Why the Common Rooms had suddenly lost their appeal Darren didn’t know, but using his own was out of the question for it was even worse. For the House supposedly full of studious and academically ambitious students, there was an awful lot of messing around and noise that went on at every hour of the day. So, the library was his sanctuary. If you got there at the right time, which Darren made sure to do, it could be quiet, peaceful, still; exactly what he needed. But he wasn’t one to read a few chapters and pack up, and it was always at the most interesting point in the book when the distractions started sneaking into the back corners and rows of books. Darren would then take to haunting empty corridors and windowsills, but he always started in the library in the vain hope that today maybe no one would show up.
He had only been in there twenty minutes, barely a third into his promised student-free sanctuary, and someone had already cropped up to ruin it. Granted they weren’t making any noise and seemed to be alone, but Darren was his most comfortable when no one else was around. This stranger’s presence alone was a nuisance. He stole a look at the boy, he now saw, out of the corner of his eye. He looked older, probably a seventh year like himself, and was sporting a striped green tie. Slytherin. Darren wasn’t one to participate in House discrimination, but a voice in the back of his head scoffed. Of course.
Giving himself a little shake to clear his head, he looked back down at his book and flipped to Part One: Uses of Leaves and Stems. He tried to lose himself in the detailed descriptions of how to stew dandelion stems with horned beetles to form a tasteless poison that could incapacitate a full-grown wizard. It was a few minutes before he realized that he was reading the same sentence over and over again. It was no use.
“There are plenty of other tables,” he grumbled in what he thought was a quiet voice, but in the silence of the library the sound was magnified. His stomach turned slightly and he instantly regretted speaking up; conversation was now inevitable, if not confrontation. Way to go, genius he thought with an inward sigh. Resigned, he looked up again and met the boy’s eyes.

VAL. SEVEN TWENTY EIGHT. HOGWARTS ROBES. WHEEE.

© MARZIA AT CAUTION

[valyndiar]

The library of the school could be a sanctuary; it could also be made into a personal dungeon. With study hall hours built into schedules, people who disliked each other could turn the quiet library into arena. Heavy with glares, silent curses and any matter of torment. Why the bookish type retreated here he understood, to hide behind their books as if they where invisible to the world or to sate their thirst of knowledge. There was some who came here just to pull pranks and sneak into the restricted section. Then there was Valyndiar Kazimir. The seventh year slytherin who purposely had watched the Ravensclaw retrieve a book from the restricted section. His chair scraped across the floor just enough to announce his presence but he did not say a single word. No, he just sat there, both elbows propped on the tabletop, his fingers laced together. Thumb and index finger forming a triangle as he looked like a mafia boss sitting there. Silently staring at Darren.
”Interesting book he’d comment, Darren met with a pair of kauri brown eyes that where light, almost a shade of amber with hints of gray in them. A smile tugged his mouth, as Darren looked resigned to the fact that Kazimir was still sitting there. The cover of the book might be worn but the spine of the book he recognized ”Curious you have a book of poisons. Planning on killing someone da ravenclaw son?” his lips twitched a moment. His gaze did not breaking from Darrens’. His tone had spoken what Darren was reading, just loud enough for the Liberian and those who were in the library to hear. A healthy dose of fear never hurt anyone did it?
The long legged Diar would set his feet up on the lip of the other chair under the table. From inside his robe’s pocket he took his wand and laid it there before him. He could have been anywhere else in the castle, driving Sky to madness with her gaze, staring at any number of girls he knew with that heated gaze of his and yet…here he was. Sitting across from Darren, his thoughts concealed. Not a single insult having passed his lips. The intense weight of his gaze was like a liquid fire, as if you had stuck your hand into liquid nitrogen and your hand was frozen but burning with uncontrollable pain.
He drank in the visage of the blonde with blue eyes, the intelligent one with his blue and silver striped tie. As if he was memorizing this one’s face for some ungodly reason. Most full bloods turned their nose down at everyone and slung insults but Val he was in control of himself.

[kirkster]

& i miss you like sleep &

THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP

Darren had been half hoping that the boy wouldn’t reply, that he was as introverted as Darren himself and the inevitable conversation that followed his remark would end before it started, but he replied almost immediately.
Interesting book, Darren heard. His eyes flickered back to the dust volume before him, and he had an immediate desire to hide it. Curious you have a book of poisons. Stupid, Darren thought. Stupid boy, you don’t display books like this from the Restricted Section! He opened his mouth to explain himself, but the retort instead turned into a bark of harsh laughter as the Slytherin asked if he was planning on poisoning someone.
“If I was planning on poisoning someone I wouldn’t be like to tell you, would I?” he answered calmly. “Then again, one does hear rumours about Slytherin House. Might be you’re trying to find a mixture for your own use.” His tone was casual, but inside he felt a jolt of panic. The tables may have been empty but he had passed students browsing the rows of books when he walked in. It wasn’t smart to have anyone know what he was looking into. Even more worrisome was the librarian. Had the woman moved close enough to hear them? She wasn’t likely to forget who had taken out a book on such a scandalous topic, and he definitely didn’t need any more attention drawn to him. In a desperate attempt to change the conversation, he grasped at the only thing he could think of and said, “It’s no more suspicious than you. The library hardly seems like the proper place to be brandishing your wand.” He jerked his head nervously in the direction of the Slytherin’s hand. “And not a book in sight. What business have you here?” Better, he thought. If the librarian was anywhere near them, she would now be more concerned with the safety of her precious books. He had heard her go off on students before, for damage done during hushed practice sessions in the back corners.
Shuffling uncomfortably, Darren shut the book with a thud and shoved it unceremoniously into his bag. He would read it later, in the privacy of his dormitory. He was still eyeing the Slytherin suspiciously, gaze shifting from his face to the wand and back. Darren’s own wand was concealed in his back pocket, but he made no move to grab it. He had no intention of dueling, or even defending himself if it came to that. He had done nothing to provoke the boy, but the deliberate placement of the wand was unnerving. Nothing the Hospital Wing couldn’t sort out, he thought nervously. But even as he thought it he knew he didn’t believe it; he had a strange feeling about the Slytherin, as if he knew that he could probably hex him in ways other students couldn’t even dream about. He looked older, too, probably a seventh year...
Just to be safe, Darren shifted his weight so that his wand was within reach.

VAL. FIVE OH FIVE. HOGWARTS ROBES. D'AWW HE'S SCARED.

© MARZIA AT CAUTION

[valyndiar]

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