♢ sewindu {{ shamaal + allison }}
[[ slyallison ]]
There he was, lounging like a cat on the coffee table on the Slytherin common room. His long limbs stretched out almost elegantly – the way he moved, hell even the way he was, had always been almost picturesque. A faint little smile carved itself by the seconds on his face as he caught her from the corner of his eyes. There’s no words exchanged between either of them yet he knew she’d understand his invitation. “Come sit with me”, his eyes seemed to whisper, its voice cool, cold – yet stable. It’s always like that. He’d lounge or sit somewhere unusual and she’d place herself somewhere more comprehensible next to him where they’d have a little chat about something in no particular. Today, the same thing happened. The same old song sung around the walls of Hogwarts, only to be trapped within its stone confinements.”Are you really okay,” He started, the question been in his mind for quite some while now. “No, hm–” He pursed his lips and let his book fall to cover half his face “Could you really be happy with me being here?”