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Damn, I can't wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks...
Yeah, well, I think everyone likes to smile sometime. -wiggles eyebrows-It’s a spark! Go ahead, you can hold it. It won’t hurt you. It can roll up your arms, too.
-eyes the bright and sparkling bulb in her hand- What does it do exactly? -she moved her head back slightly in case it were to jump up from her hand and attack-
Damn, I can't wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks...
I’ve got no reason to be anything but. Do you?
Besides, a smile is always better than a frown, but laughter is ten times better than a smile. -snaps my thumb and middle finger and lets loose a small, bubbling spark, holds it out-
Different lifestyles. -widens her eyes and steps back slightly- W-what's that?
Damn, I can't wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks...
Heeeeey. -waves my fingers in front of you and grins widely-Smiiiile!
-the corners of her mouth hesititanly pull into a soft smile. once again, he eyes averted to the floor- Why is that you're so chipper, always?
Damn, I can't wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks...
-snickers a bit and folds my arms, leaving my hands untouched- You’re shy, aren’t you?
-her attention danced around his feet and the stone floor beneath them. biting onto the corner of her lip she looked back up to him in silence and shrugged her shoulders-
Damn, I can't wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks...
-lifts an eyebrow- What? -shows my hands- It exploded on me!
-frowns slightly at the wounds covering his hands. with a dry throat, her mouth tilted open to respond. she looked down first and cleared her throat with as much subtlety as possible- You alright?
Damn, I can't wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks...
Ow. -huffs at my hands-
-she eyes him curiously-
Dolohov, Antonin → Open | Pureblood 6th Year | FC: Joe Cole
Antonin Dolohov is just another piece to the sadistic Slytherin puzzle. He’s a mastermind of causing pain and all things that involves torture. While that may be the case, there is nothing more thrilling for Dolohov than to torture, hurt, manipulate and scare the younger students if it involves having power. While he’s not the most sly slytherin of them all, he makes up for it with a brutal desire for being the “executioner” when the gang of Slytherins needs a man who is more than willing to cause pain. His father, Marcelo Dolohov was a man who strives to seek equality between muggles and muggleborns but was brutally killed by Fenrir Greyback. While Greyback “spared” the boy, Dolohov thought he was more of a father figure than Marcelo ever was and wants to become strong like him.
He’s not very proficient with spells and prefers to do things by physical force.
He’s well known for being the one who corners girls, threatens them and gets the “job” done, especially when it comes to the “mudbloods” and scum.
His threats usually involves very gory details of how he would like to slowly kill them within. He’s not one to raise his voice but he will not hesitate to drag you to the forbidden forest and leave you as a bloody mess.
The clock chimed. Clara listened closely, turning her ear to the massive clock. Twelve chimes. It was midnight. The world around her had fallen asleep. The sky was black for the world had closed it’s eyes. The stars were barely visible. Far too many clouds. The moon practically didn’t exist. All was so peaceful, calm, and silent. Silence. That’s what Clara wanted. That’s exactly what Clara had.
If it weren’t for the chimes Clara would have truly believed that time stopped for her. The Astronomy Tower seemed like the place to be. There was something about the height, something about the seclusion. It was her sanctuary. Away from all of the negativity that plagued the corridors. The pressure from her peers and Professors whom she wished she’d never have to bother with.
Closing her eyes and resting her back against the cold, stone wall, she sighed softly and let her head loll to one side. She couldn't think of a better place to be than beneath the darkness of twilight with a cigarette in hand.
.
-never to be one to take no for an answer, he persisted- C’mooooon. Stretch your legs? It’ll be fun. I’ll dazzle you with my wit and uncompromising humour.
-his persistence was concerning though at this rate she feared saying no to the boy. her lip grazed her nearly bloodied bottom lip as she closed the sketchpad and wrapped the string around it. she nodded at him, indicating that she was doing as he asked. she slung her book bag over her shoulder and got to her feet-
-grins easily, and peers over at her work- Studying eh? I can think of more interesting things we can get up to… -nods over to the direction of the exit- Want to go on a walk?
Studying? -she thought. her eyes swiveled across her sketch pad filled with wilted flowers and cursive style patterns intertwining them. surely he must have thought it was an assignment for herbology. she continues to pinch at the edge of her lip with between each row of teeth. a walk, he had directly asked her. never had clara been asked to take a walk with an unfamiliar male. it sounded risky. she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head- No, thank you.
-smirking, he pushes himself away from his work and struts over towards her desk. he plops down in the open chair opposite her, still grinning and says a low-Hello there.
For the love of Merlin, where is he go... -her stomach clenches as he takes a seat across the table. her eyes slowly inch their way up his throat and to his eyes. she knew better than to maintain direct eye contact with those unknown and superior. barely inaudible, she mutters- Hello.
-notices the small girl eyeing him curiously from across the desks, so he flashes a cocky grin in her direction-
-as she catches his grin growing wider, a lump forms in her throat that she can't seem to rid of. clearing her throat, her lip goes numb from the pressure she applies to it with her teeth-
-somehow found himself sitting in the library, with a book in his hands- Woah. I guess it really is N.E.W.T year…
-eyes him curiously from across the library. her attention forcefully returns back to her sketchpad, avoiding his gaze- Don't look up. Don't look back up.
I am but a silhouette. Rarely seen but believed in.
