Common Room Aquantentment ((Lydia))

[leland]

'Damn kids. When they get my age Slytherin house will be nearly gone, and have no pride left.' Leland thought as he layed on his back on a push green couch. He was watching a few kids run after each other around the Common room. Of couse they were young and they should be having fun, it was just really annoying. "Can't you do that in your dorm?" Leland asked with a bit of annoyance in his voice. They looked at each other as they seemed a bit astonished he didn't night their heads off. Walking towards the dorm stairs, they followed his orders. Closing his eyes, the Common Room seemed to fall silent now. A few other students sat doing something, but they weren't that bothersome. Leland had a busy day. He had an apprenticeship with a business man during the day. He followed this load of a man around a building listening to him and his lisp. One thing is he couldn't use a wand of his life depended on it, nor could be use dictation. Leland had a strong patience level, but seven hours with this man seemed like hell.

With his arms folded behind his head, Leland began to fall asleep. When he first felt the touch of slumber fall over him, be was oblivious to the time. Inhaling the thin cold air of the dungeons he drifted every so slowly into a restful state. Unsure of the time now, Leland's eyes inched open as he found himself alone in the common room. The fire was burning low- lower than he seen in years. It was so dark, he could only see the fire, the couch aross from him and two chairs. Anything outside of his seeing space was pitch black. Sitting up, he stretched his long arms over his head as he slowly woke himself up. An eerie feel fell over the room as Leland remember one of his early years in the common room. He woke up and decided to come down into the common room. When he came down, he intrupted the Queens in a meeting. Of course he was yelled at, he was young! He needed to be put in place, but he remembered the odd sense of 'not knowing that was behind you' that same night, which he felt now.

The Queens he met that night were the older Queens. The Queens of Slytherin have been an on going group in Hogwarts before he was ever a student. Leland would deffinatly never listen to the Queens now, due to the fact he was their age and actually had patience with others.

Looking around the room, shadows danced on the floors and walls as Leland marlved at how it looked like he was accompanied by others, but he wasn't he was alone. Deciding he didn't have enought streght in his legs to get up and walk up nearly 6 flights of stairs towars teh 6th year boys dorm, he would just spend the night on the couch. "Accoi Blanket!" Leland said as he felt a black blanket fall over his feet. Pulling the end of the blanket up to his chest, he layed back down as he placed his hands behind his head again.

[lydiarivers]

Lydia took off her black heeled shoes as she peered around the corner into the hallway. Not wanting to rouse suspicion, she quietly walked down the hallway, pulling her silk cloak close around her. It was very late. She had left the school after dinner to meet a boy she had met in Hogsmeade during her last vist. Enjoying herself way too much, she didn't realize it was two in the morning until she was making her way up the drive. Staying as quiet as possible, she had safely made her way to the Slytherin dorm rooms. Smiling to herself on her triumph, she whispered " Salazar." The door to the common room revealed itself and Lydia once again padded silently into the room.

Yawning, she agiliy avoided all the chairs and obstacles in the common room. Unbuckling her cloak from around her neck, she threw it into an empty chair. Letting her shoes fall out her hand to the floor, she stretched her arms to the sky. Letting weariness take over, she let herself fall onto the couch. Lydia was very much surprised when she found someone else lying there.

Standing up quickly, she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. " Are you okay? I am so sorry! It's so dark in here, I didn't see you there." Rushing over to a nearby table, she turned on the lamp to see an older Slytherin boy looking up at her.

[leland]

Closing his eyes, he drifted off deeply as he began to dream. Inside of his mind he began to think of things you could only dream about, buildings never built, buildings that were made but never seen, spells that could turn the unforgivables into simple Charm spells, Potions to kill muggle life, on and on he fell deeper as his mind began to expand. Leland was a extremely bright guy. He would love to be known for making a slew of spells, potions, a school in fact. He didn't care to do what other people in his house wanted to do. Follow the man behind the mask, The Lord, the king of the Death Eaters. He didn't want to become a slave behind a man trying to kill a boy half his age. Of course Leland supported him but would never become a savage to do his work for him. Leland believed "If you want something done you must do it yourself." and of course Leland lived by that.

Fallign deeper into a sleep, he was suddenly awakened by a girl. Leland only knew that from her voice. Rolling over on his back he slowly opened his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine." he said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Where the hell is my wand?" Leland questioned as he began to feel around his pillow. His strong hand felt the pluch couch's soft fabric, untill a cold wooden stick fell into his palm. He was just about to light the fire, but the girl turned on a lamp not too far from him. The light was dim but enough to see the girl. "So, You like to wake people up in the middle of the night by sitting on their chest, eh?" he said half joking and half disturbed. Rubbing the back of his neck he looked at her. It was a girl a year younger, Lydia. He knew her. Never conversed with her, but seen her around.