Boredom or Crisis? ((Harrison))

[blaise]

Blaise stalked up and down the bedchamber for a quarter of an hour not quite sure how come. The artificially lit room was elegant and quite nice as always. Why people complained about having their area under the lake was beyond him. They never had to worry about storms lashing against their windows, they never had to worry about the light changing and ruining a picture, they were never awoken by foolish birds announcing the rising sun. Blaise stretched out on his bed luxuriously and pillowed his head on his arms. Not having windows left little to stare at that was of any interest, though. Picking up his wand from his bedside table Blaise absentmindedly swished it about creating a shower of soft sparks in various colours.

The day had been nice, but too nice for his taste. The sun was shinning and spring was apparent herding all the children out into the grounds where they milled about like bovine. Or perhaps they more resembled sheep, mindless, ordinary, dull and bleating, nothing important about any of them whatsoever. This draw bringing them all outside left the halls abandoned but dull as well. Occasionally Blaise could just sit in empty classrooms and watch them pass by; but on days like this there was nobody to watch. The common room was packed today though; obviously he was not the only Slytherin taking refuge from the sun.

Slytherins weren’t too interesting anymore though. In his seven years observing them they had almost become formulaic. There were a few who thought they were unique because they had yet to learn to detest mudbloods – but they always reformed. There were those who thought they were unique in their out and out hatred of mudblood lovers – they usually grew out of that too once they realised they could get nowhere in life without using one every now and again. Everyone else was just that – of course they were more intelligent than the herd outside at that moment but… they never seemed to do anything that worth observing – nothing too novel.

Blaise put his wand down as his mind wandered. He lay in bed contemplating all the different recipes people in this school came in. There were so many and yet a good number of people fit into each. Was nobody in this world unique anymore? Did everyone have a label they fit?

[harrison]

The light from the torch lit up the empty classroom Harrison was in quite well. It sent off just enough to make the black words on the pages of his book readable. The book was one in Russian, one he had been struggling to finish for some time. He had read the English version, so he knew how it ended and such - but the test was to see if he could read the Russian version just as well and understand it just as much as he had the English one. He had been interrupted a number of times by a young year or Dixie Holden, but he would always return to his book afterward. He soon learned to lock the classroom door, that way if a younger year wanted in - they couldn't get in. An older year had to use the unlocking spell, but most didn't think of that at the time. Most were too simple minded to do that.

His thumb turned the page and he finished the chapter before standing and leaving the classroom. The moment he stepped out the door, the lights diminished and it was silent and dark in the room. He thrust the book into his bag and made his way back to the dungeons, to the common room. Harrison didn't complain about where it was located, in fact he liked the fact that they were isolated from everyone else. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly like his parents would like him to be. In fact, them being social butterflies turned him away from the social scene completely. His mother thought that what everyone thought was the most important thing in the world, maybe it was. But Harrison greatly disagreed. His father, however, thought money and power were much more important than being in the 'in' crowd so he worked more than anyone Harrison knew.

Of course, he loved his parents. He respected them as well, any son who didn't was probably the most insolent one there was. Parents are what gave life to him, they fed him and clothed him and taught him how to be who he was. Many didn't understand that, so many didn't understand him. He knew many Slytherins who despised their parents, but that was what was wrong with the Slytherin world today. No one was charming enough, beguiling enough, or manipulative enough to at least try and appear to respect their parents. Harrison's way of life was easy, respect his parents and he could get anything he wanted. Of course, he could get anything he wanted anyway. He's very efficient with his money. Harrison was taught the value of a galleon, and he knew how to spend and how to save and what to spend it on. He knew of some girls who just spent and spent and spent, it sickened him. That money had to come from somewhere.

When he entered the common room, he found it was packed. With a scowl, Harrison made his way up to the Seventh year boys dormitories, where he was now residing. It was hard to believe it was his last year at Hogwarts, and then he would have to find a way to live on his own. He was supposed to have found someone to make his life with by now - but no one was even remotely appealing, and besides; how was he supposed to do that when he didn't speak to anyone, much less any young women? That just shows how much his parents are wrapped up in their lives and not his. He pushed open the door and found Blaise Zabini lying on his bed, looking to be thinking. Harrison nodded in his direction, "Zabini." Being someone who didn't speak much, him and Zabini weren't really friends. A couple of passing words -maybe, but nothing more. Harrison made his way over to his bed and laid back as well, his eyes closing.

[blaise]

As Blaise mused the door opened and someone came in. Looking over Blaise spied Harrison Brooks, one of the boys he had shared the room with for the past seven years. “Afternoon, Brooks.” Blaise responded when the other boy greeted him. Funny enough, they had roomed for seven years and were still only on the most basic of speaking terms. But that was another Slytherin trait he supposed, and even worse with the boys. The girls could form their little cliques but the boys looked weak if they had real friends. Of course they all had “real friends” in the way of people who could be coerced or simply convinced to aid you in getting whatever your ambition happened to be. But there were no “bosom buddies” no “dynamic duos” like there were in the other houses, for which Blaise was very grateful. Granted, he didn’t really like conforming himself, but he had long since accepted that it was inevitable.

Then again, maybe he was simply brooding, as Blaise had a tendency to do when he got in these moods and there was nothing cute nearby to flirt with. Speaking of which, he had that date with that girl tonight… what was her name? Blond girl, sixth year, oh well he would find out when he got there. Getting up off his bed Blaise walked over to his dresser where he started pulling out clothes at random. A dress shirt with black pants would be good enough, but what colour? “So Brooks, any big plans for tonight?” Blaise ventured, trying to distract himself from the thoughts nibbling at his brain. “I hear there is supposed to be a full moon tonight, nice clear day, should be rather bright. The right company and it could be quite a sight.”

[harrison]

Harrison smirked at Zabini's question, "Yeah, sleeping. You know, you should try it sometime." It was obvious Zabini was going to go out on a date, or maybe Zabini was just dressing up to go down to the Great Hall. Harrison wasn't in for the dating thing anymore, not that he ever really was. His parents had tried to arrange a couple of dates with the more respectable girls, but Harrison had found them all dimwitted. He wanted someone who could challenge him, intellectually and he was beginning to wonder if that was at all possible to find anymore. He opened his eyes and watched as Zabini rifled through his dresser before yawning and stretching.

"You aren't afraid of the ghouls and werewolves? Or is that your plan? Get your date scared so she'll latch onto you?" Harrison smirked at the thought and shrugged, "I think I'll enjoy it from here though, there isn't any girl in Hogwarts I would like to spend an evening with." Maybe that was because he hadn't met any girls he would actually speak to. Well, except Dixie, but all she did was aggravate him. Thought she was so special. Harrison scowled and turned his attention to Zabini, "So who's the lucky girl?"

[blaise]

Blaise smirked as Harrison mentioned his plans for the evening were to sleep; that boy needed to get out more. Blaise couldn’t remember spending a Friday night in since his third year, and he could only remember noticing Harrison going out…well not nearly often enough. To each his own really, it left more prey for Blaise really, but it still wasn’t right for a 17 year old boy to sleep away every evening. Especially in the pureblood world of arranged marriages, next thing any of them know their parents will pair them up and any freedom they have now will be gone. Harrison will be tied down to a wife a kid and an estate to run, then he would regret never taking advantage of the nights he could have spent out.

Finally Blaise settled on a pale blue dress shirt, white undershirt, no tie, and black dress pants. He laid them out on the end of the bed before he started putting all else away. “Ghouls and werewolves? Nah, not planning on going into the forest. And honestly, do you take me as so pitiful I need to scare a girl into my arms? Not that many girls in this school are worthy of latching onto me anyways; and anyone I want I can get without such infantile tactics.

“Know what you mean by the lack of girls, though. But really you just have to make the best of what you have. They really aren’t that bad. Some are quite easy on the eyes, really. This gorgeous girl tonight though… I honestly can’t remember her name. I noticed her after potions yesterday, and you can’t really expect me to remember her name for that long. She was blond, a sixth year, I don’t know I guess I will see tonight. It’s like a surprise.” Blaise said with a grin at the end. It’s like a toy in a cereal box, you have a vague idea of what you are getting, but you can’t be certain until it comes out of the box.