Post by Oscar Flynn G7 on Mar 16, 2009 0:31:41 GMT
It was with dark eyes that Oscar leant against the stone pillar outside the Ravenclaw Common Room, his heart as heavy as his eyelids. There was nothing he could do. He just had to wait, it seemed. Wait and wait and wait, then wait some more. He didn’t even know what he had actually done wrong; just that something had changed. Something in his formerly perfect – albeit a little strange – relationship with Theo had shifted, and now he didn’t know where they stood. Hadn’t they been curled up in the Room of Requirement just a few weeks before, confessing their love to each other? And now Theo had disappeared to chase after the girl who was in love with him, leaving behind his dazed boyfriend and Scott Ryder of all people. Oscar hated being left in this… this limbo situation. He didn’t know where he was or what he was to his boyfriend anymore. After Scott and his girlfriend had interrupted Oscar and Theo, the two Ravenclaws had run off and Oscar had been unable to follow them or find out what had then commenced. That was a few hours ago… and now Oscar could only wait near the Ravenclaw Common Room, wishing with all his heart Theo would emerge or approach. He just wanted to find out what had happened, what would happen. If Theo was okay and if that silly girl had confessed to her love for Theo… Oscar hoped not. What if his boyfriend did somehow have feelings for a girl and Lori’s teary confession brought the feelings up? Maybe Theo would realise he was not gay or in love with Oscar at all…
He was so wrapped up in his paranoid and utterly incorrect thoughts and in rubbing his forehead fiercely with one finger that he barely noticed when someone did finally come down the hallway. It was not in fact Theo Darke but a slightly younger boy, and seriously lacking in Theo’s adorable mop of blonde hair and perfectly attractive features – and especially in the irresistible physique that Oscar found… well, the boy certainly was not Theo. He looked much more like some lower-school kid in Slytherin robes with a haughty expression and an odd scar on his face that Oscar blinked at twice, suddenly defensive. He was not normally rude and very rarely without reason to be – and yet this kid’s interruption into his thoughts did nothing but irritate him. The younger student hadn’t even said anything yet, but Oscar noted the look the boy threw at him. The hallway was a little narrower here and Oscar had been leaning rather carelessly against the pillar – he would have to shift to let the boy past without contact. His expression darkening, Oscar straightened up and stared, unabashed, into the younger student’s blue eyes. “Yes? Can I help you?” His words came harsher than he had intended – but for once, Oscar didn’t care. Right now he only cared about his boyfriend, and making sure Theo was indeed still just that.
He had never particularly liked the young Slytherins in the school. They were always incredibly pretentious and had nothing actually going for them. They all thought they were going to be amazing and brilliant dark wizards, it seemed. Oscar couldn’t help but laugh. Some of the older Slytherins – Pyro Blackfire, Cyrus Thorn… even odd Drake Manning. They all did seem rather intimidating, but they also seemed to have a level of logic to their arrogance and odd Slytherin personalities. But kids like the one that stood before Oscar now just had no reason or point to their characters. It was almost as if anyone below the age of seventeen in the Slytherin house had to be the same – exempting kids like Dakota, perhaps, and that Donahue boy. Certainly some of them seemed to be different. But the majority of Slytherin teens were too similar for Oscar’s liking. And unlike Theo, he was not a prefect. The only title he held was Quidditch Vice Captain – rightfully, too – and being Vice didn’t mean he had to be kind and friendly to every little kid he saw in the corridors. Normally he would not have this attitude, but right then Oscar was happy to act and snap on whatever attitude life wanted to throw at him. “Shouldn’t you be licking Blackfire’s shoes or polishing Thorn’s wand or something?” More words spat angrily from him. His headache was worsening along with his mood – the rubbing motion with his fingers on his forehead continued. Obviously the boy would know who Pyro and Cyrus were; most of the school did, and it was impossible that a Slytherin would not.
He was so wrapped up in his paranoid and utterly incorrect thoughts and in rubbing his forehead fiercely with one finger that he barely noticed when someone did finally come down the hallway. It was not in fact Theo Darke but a slightly younger boy, and seriously lacking in Theo’s adorable mop of blonde hair and perfectly attractive features – and especially in the irresistible physique that Oscar found… well, the boy certainly was not Theo. He looked much more like some lower-school kid in Slytherin robes with a haughty expression and an odd scar on his face that Oscar blinked at twice, suddenly defensive. He was not normally rude and very rarely without reason to be – and yet this kid’s interruption into his thoughts did nothing but irritate him. The younger student hadn’t even said anything yet, but Oscar noted the look the boy threw at him. The hallway was a little narrower here and Oscar had been leaning rather carelessly against the pillar – he would have to shift to let the boy past without contact. His expression darkening, Oscar straightened up and stared, unabashed, into the younger student’s blue eyes. “Yes? Can I help you?” His words came harsher than he had intended – but for once, Oscar didn’t care. Right now he only cared about his boyfriend, and making sure Theo was indeed still just that.
He had never particularly liked the young Slytherins in the school. They were always incredibly pretentious and had nothing actually going for them. They all thought they were going to be amazing and brilliant dark wizards, it seemed. Oscar couldn’t help but laugh. Some of the older Slytherins – Pyro Blackfire, Cyrus Thorn… even odd Drake Manning. They all did seem rather intimidating, but they also seemed to have a level of logic to their arrogance and odd Slytherin personalities. But kids like the one that stood before Oscar now just had no reason or point to their characters. It was almost as if anyone below the age of seventeen in the Slytherin house had to be the same – exempting kids like Dakota, perhaps, and that Donahue boy. Certainly some of them seemed to be different. But the majority of Slytherin teens were too similar for Oscar’s liking. And unlike Theo, he was not a prefect. The only title he held was Quidditch Vice Captain – rightfully, too – and being Vice didn’t mean he had to be kind and friendly to every little kid he saw in the corridors. Normally he would not have this attitude, but right then Oscar was happy to act and snap on whatever attitude life wanted to throw at him. “Shouldn’t you be licking Blackfire’s shoes or polishing Thorn’s wand or something?” More words spat angrily from him. His headache was worsening along with his mood – the rubbing motion with his fingers on his forehead continued. Obviously the boy would know who Pyro and Cyrus were; most of the school did, and it was impossible that a Slytherin would not.
