I'm gonna paint it cherry red

Henry Novak || 6th year || 17 || Slytherin 

[aleccto]

"Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You’ll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means,

To achieve their ends.”

[lyradukelow]

"Howver did they come up with that lie?" Lyra said sarcastically with a soft laugh. Honestly, this would be the perfect cover for him, at least nobody would question it. 

She turned as well, looking down the corridor they had just walked across. If they were going to the greenhouses they had just spent the past few minutes walking in the complete opposite direction, but anything was better than sitting stuck in a classroom where the teacher was about as interested as you. 

"I never knew the greenhouses served as one of the rumor mills," Lyra said. "Dunno how it could have escaped me."

[notmidnightblue]

Henry tapped at his chin, "no idea," he mused, "I'm hoping one day they tell me why they gave me such an incriminating cover story." Either way, it gave him the perfect reason to be the center of attention among his extended family. 'Look it's Henry, he was sent to a boarding school for his behaviour. I wonder if he's reformed' blah blah, who cares it's still attention.

"You're a Gryffindor, that's why it escaped you."

[vanity-of-eric]

"Honestly. They are missing out on so much."

Eric rolled his eyes again at the boy, lighting his second cigarette of the night. “Are those even around still? I just have to find a respectable pureblood, those are close to becoming an endangered species, but a Jewish girl who is actually nice? Almost extinct.”

[notmidnightblue]

"It's okay, just makes it more of a challenge, yeah?"

Henry scoffed a laugh, "as having three Jewish aunts, and three Jewish female cousins, I can confirm they are all utter cocks," although that wasn't true in the slightest, Henry wasn't known for telling the truth all the time. "Even though my cousins are all under six."

[vanity-of-eric]

"He’s a Scamander, he’s weird in general. Being the type that only want’s to hold hands suites his weirdness even more."

Eric rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at the window, cracking it some. “Smoke and your breath is not something I want to smell like. Did you even attempt to brush your teeth this morning?”

Taking a deep drag, Eric waved his hand around in a nonchalant motion. “Always a bird to be had, it’s the challenge I want. That and Mum’s starting to get on my arse about finding a respectable woman to date and eventually marry.”  The mere thought of wedding bells this early in his life made him shudder.

[notmidnightblue]

"I know, right? What person doesn't like a bit of a tumble in the broom closet?" The answer was him, he didn't like a bit of a tumble in the broom closet. Not that Vanity was going to know that.

"Ugh, rude. I brush my teeth every day and night, thanks. Personal hygiene is only ignored when one was utterly sloshed the night before." Henry preached, index finger held up in the air for emphasis. 

The halfblood cringed, "yikes. I know what that's like. 'Henry, have you found a nice Jewish girl yet?' Then proceeds to gossip about me in Hebrew like the spiteful Muggles they are. TWATS!"

[vanity-of-eric]

"Sounds like he’s pissed but still wants your dick." Eric shrugged. He, however, would do his best to keep away from Henry in that perspective. He had seen the boy streak and that was enough for him.

It was a shame that he wasn’t gay really, he’d probably be able to hook up with so many more people if he were. Girls were enough though.

[notmidnightblue]

"Nah. Doesn't seem like he'd be like that. Far too innocent to even think beyond holding hands type, y'know?" Henry wafted the smoke in the direction of the window, only to realise, too little too late, that the window was in fact shut.

Ah well.

"What about you then, 'ey?" Henry grinned, "got any birds you're trying to seduce?" He waggled his brows and blew his smoke in Eric's direction.

[vanity-of-eric]

Leaning against the wall, Eric flicked the end of his cigarette, ashes falling on to the stone floor. “Good, I was already gagging at the thought of it.”

He sighed and took another drag, “Came back as in still somehow interested?”

[notmidnightblue]

Henry dramatically rolled his eyes, called it.

"Came back as in, when I woke him up in the library, via peeping through books like the creepy fuck I am, he didn't piss right off. So, uh, is that interested?" He asked sweetly, fluttering his eyelashes at the wretched little hobgoblin that went by the name of Eric Vanity. 

"Really though, was gonna piss right off when I flirted with him for fun, but didn't for some reason. Dunno why."

[lys-mander-blog]

"He’s already done that. Twice. I’m not gonna talk about him. He’s a nice guy…just worry about him, sometimes." He laughed, stretching out across the foot of the bed. 

"I’ve actually been considerin’ dyin’ my dreads. And I already know that charm." He was actually hoping Henry would leave soon. He was wanting to take a nap without his room getting torn apart by a pranking Slytherin.

[notmidnightblue]

"Look at you, mister worrywart. I feel like that's something you do a lot."

Henry finished the tea and placed the cup on the floor by the head of the bed. He then turned to watch Lysander, "you're being awfully difficult, I'm half convinced you're doing this on purpose. Reverse psychology and all," he said slyly. "You know if you do want me out you just need to say the word, right? You look tired."

[infitialiis]

         no you cant dress me up ‘cause knowing you, dressing me up will involved some sort of sexy bunnies outfit and I really don’t think anyone is ready to handle that. 

[notmidnightblue]

Actually, I was thinking more floppy ears and a tail, but now that you mention it... yeah, you would totally look good in a sexy bunny outfit. Should I start making it?

[lys-mander-blog]

"James? Literally James Potter is a freakin’ mess. I don’t know how he remembers to feed himself everyday." He shook his head. He could go on and on about his worries for the eldest son’s health.

Lysander rolled his eyes. It was his fault for being so imperative. “You don’t annoy me. You cause kind of bad stuff to happen to me,but all my friends  do that a little. Especially Frank.”

[notmidnightblue]

"Aww, just ruin the legend of Hogwarts' biggest twat for me, now who am I going to look up to next time I decide to decorate the Potions room pink?" He pouted, but he didn't actually care about James Potter. Not in the slightest, in fact, he was sort of a bit stand offish to him. He was not jealous. No.

"So, keeping with the pink theme, if I charm your dreads pink and run for it, that wouldn't be annoying you...? So to speak? Just-- Just curious..."

[baileyfuge]

"Your text books do not count a girlfriends, I hate to break it too you." Joji said off handily. "Something reminds me of her, that is sweet. I’ll have to think about it." Joji bit her lip and considered. "You are going to buy Lily, lilies? She is gonna tell you to sod off you know."

"That could be nice as well." She shrugged her shoulder and then smiled up at him. Leaning into his shoulder. "Women." she said with a sigh.

[notmidnightblue]

"What do you see me with more? People or textbooks?" Henry retorted absentmindedly. "Oh yeah, I'm counting on it. I just want to see how pissed off she gets, you'll nurse me back to health if she hexes my retreating arse, won't you?"

"Women," he agreed.

[lys-mander-blog]

That was half of the point. “What d’you mean?” 

He laughed at the thought of Henry literally never leaving all because he said that. He shook his head, however. “You’re gonna get bored or tired of me or somethin’ at some point.  Drink more.”

[notmidnightblue]

"Doesn't matter," Henry thought for a moment, and then continued, "it's James Potter's turf anyway. You guys probably go through enough with him, and I feel like if I do anything, I'm not going to hear the end of it from him."

"Yes, your highness," Henry did a mock bow and leaned against Lysander's pillows, careful to keep his shoes off of the bed. As promised, he took his time taking a few more gulps, smacking his lips, "I think you underestimate just how patient I can be when it comes to being an annoyance."

[interconnectedspiral]

Nat Wolff by Gia Coppola (x)

[lys-mander-blog]

It wasn’t that. Though, he didn’t think Henry knew the meaning of the word behaviour. "No, it’s me wondering if my mates will care if you’re in here or not. Uh, I think you can leave wnever you feel like, i’m not responsible for any lion you piss off whilhee in here though.

"That’s a success,then. do you feel better? No more headache?"

[notmidnightblue]

"That just takes all the fun out of it," Henry's urge to cause chaos and get kicked out of Gryffindor slowly dwindled. Now he was just feeling weird and out of place even being here, like he should hide his tie or something. 

Not that that would do anything, he's pretty sure half the school knows him by now. 

"I don't think it quite works that way, one sip and headache cured and all. Ask me when I finish. Don't tell me to leave whenever I feel like it, though. You won't get rid of me."

[vanity-of-eric]

Eric rolls his eyes but started walking towards the classroom anyway. After slapping the pack against his palms a couple times, Eric handed a cigarette to Henry and then pulled one out for himself and lit it. The classroom was just so they were less likely to get caught and he could pull out two or three in one sitting. He didn’t give a damn about anything else. “Were you able to fix things with the bloke or do I need to fake an apology?” he asked after a long drag.

[notmidnightblue]

Henry walked over to the window, flicking his lighter as he went. He sat himself on the thing nearest the window-- whatever it was, Henry didn't care, he had gotten good at reparo. 

"No-- I don't know, I'm tempted to order you to fake an apology to see if you explode attempting to form the words. But nah, leave it. He seemed pissed, but came back so," Henry shrugged. Why he came back? Henry couldn't understand. 

[lys-mander-blog]

Lysander was, as usual, preoccupied braiding dreads. It’s what he normally did in his dorm. “I haven’t decided yet.”

[notmidnightblue]

"Why? Does it depend on my behaviour?" He wondered what would happen if he darted for the door to disturb the peace in the Gryffindor common room. Would he get hexed before he could make it out? A part of him wanted to try just to see. So he just sat there, smiling innocently at Lysander. Blowing cautiously at the cup again, Henry took a tentative sip. Discovering it was cool enough, he drank enough to actually taste it.

"I didn't cringe, like I do with basically ninety percent of all teas, so that's good."

[vanity-of-eric]

"I’ll be sure to thank you when I win the award this year yeah?" Eric said, then pulled out his fresh pack of cigarettes. "If we take two rights down this next hall we should be at an empty classroom with a window. I’ll even let you have one of mine since I cost you a lay."

[notmidnightblue]

"I'm going to be disappointed if you don't, who else puts up with your shit?" Henry was going to let it slide, there wasn't much he could say about the Lysander situation anyway. People hold grudges far too long, Henry wasn't going to be one of those people. "Fucking bet you will, come on then."

[vanity-of-eric]

Eric was a bit taken aback by the harshness of Henry’s words. “I just had a bit of fun with him is all. I literally said your fake name once and told him that you were a git, which you are. Had I known that you were trying to bed him I wouldn’t have said shit.”

[notmidnightblue]

"I still, sadly, do not hold the award for git of the year. Might have to up my game to compete with you on that one next year," Henry let himself run his mouth as he sifted through what Eric had said, and what he should do. "Right, I need a smoke."