Avery

Adrian Avery, the only child of the Avery line that matters, Slytherin, seventh year, pureblood with a penchant for dapper dressing.

[averyscarysnake]

ariadneselwyn:

-the sound of his voice brings instant recognition and dashes away any attention she might have been able to pay the frustrating bit of schoolwork. She turns, a bright flush to her cheeks and her mouth parting in a silent intake of breath.- Mr Avery. -She voices in greeting, as always her voice is barely above a whisper. Her spine straightens, gaze never straying as he seats himself beside her, she can almost hear her own heart fluttering like a bird against her rib cage when she makes the mistake of noting the hard line of his jaw, the way he calls her “pet”. the size of his hand as he pulls out the chair— She makes note of everything, from the tone of his voice, the turn of his lips, but especially the look in his eye, like he’s evaluating his next meal, as he looks anywhere but at her…. She wishes he would.- A wise philosophy.Is that how you’ve kept your own spirit in tact? I would follow your counsel, but certain expectations dictate that I at least pass…. I am sorry you had to overhear my complaining. -she explains while unconsciously leaning towards him, her head tilting to catch a better angle of his features-  May I ask what you are here for, Mr Avery?

There's no doubt that the title of Mister, to the not yet eighteen year old, is a source of ego-boosting and confidence - he knew there was a reason he liked the otherwise only semi-tolerable company of the younger witch. Indeed pet - that, and the company I keep makes this hellhole far less the weary drudge it might otherwise be to one such as myself. His head lolls lazily round to his shoulder, and his eyes glance towards the Slytherin girl - Selwyn, that was her name (seemed to forget her presence every summer, really), and he raises a brow. Need I require a reason to visit my favorite pet? Womenfolk - so easily diverted, really. He'd learned that from Mulciber; perks of their particular brand of friendship, he supposed. Plenty of tips and tricks to pick up from hanging round with the charismatic snake then actually bothering with his studies. 

[averyscarysnake]

brutusmulciber:

Oh, if we were anywhere else, there’d be no question of that Avery. But even licks of intelligence are rare in this place. The stupidity casts a damning shadow, my friend. Luckily we have each other, hm? At as it is our last year, we ought to leave an  impression.

An impression? Surely our mere presence is enough to cast a damnably good one - but I digress. Perhaps, rather then concentrate our focus on our 'studies', we ought to concentrate on carving out our unique brand of fear on those born into inferiority, Mulciber?

[brutusmulciber]

Well as fun as this has all been. Surely the joke is over now and we can all graduate?

[averyscarysnake]

Y'know, I daresay there's a number of fellows that wouldn't hesitate in agreeing with you there, old chap.

[ariadneselwyn]

-the only sound in that corner of the library was the rustling of papers, shifted into neat piles with pale, listless fingers. While it wasn’t obvious from her guarded expression, frustration from the difficulty of the year’s first essay pulses through her limbs, marked by a sigh and perceptible tension in the dusty air. Her tone is stiff, her muttering moreso for her own ears than anyone happening to pass-

It seems pathetically optimistic now, to think they’d let us simply ease back into it.

[averyscarysnake]

Well... yes, pet. The workload's because they're trying to delude themselves into thinking they have power over students by slammin' us with work right from the outset - break our spirits.  He slides himself into a free seat near her, feet clattering obnoxiously onto the desk in front of him and arms sliding behind his head as his eyes gleam with the prospect of sport, watching hungrily the bent forms of students over books. The key, pet, is not giving them the satisfaction of trying.

[andrewleepotts-blog]

[luvconnor]

[intrigued--obsessively]