Dancing Fire((anyone))

[Timothy Bancroft S3]

Timothy sat in a chair near the fire and started to stare at the fire as it grew wild. he wasn't really thinking he was just out of it as you might say, even when he tried to think of soemthing he couldn't. Timothy wanted so bad to go to sleep but he could even dare go to sleep now that he had been wide awake for hours now! It was around 3:00 am and he hadn't slept since the night before. Ironicly for Timothy he never fell asleep in class he didn't even get tired. It's just sometimes at night when he can't sleep he just plainly can't sleep. He wont make himself sleep because then he just gets angry and then definantly won fall asleep.Timothy couldn't stop thinking about the girl he liked. Timothy then remembered her name, and along with that was again her beauty. Timothy was easily distracted by Beauty. He couldn't help but be actracted to it, who can't? Timothy blinked becasue he hadn't in about a minute and his eyes started to burn and get watery from staring at the fire to long without blinking. Timothy wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do but he knew he was going todo something.

[Samaal O'Toole S5]

It was late and Samaal paced his dorm deep in thought. He didn't know whether to be angry or apathetic. Finally he grabbed his green dressing gown and clomped down the stairs. He lost his balance at the bottom step and stumbled into the Common room. It was most unlike Samaal to stumble or trip, or be confused in any case. His eyes were ringed and his curly long hair tied back into a loose bunch. He bit his lip and began to pace the Common room. It seemed deserted to him, so he didn't mind. He swayed back on forth on the spot, eyes flicking around the room. He made up his mind and headed towards a stone basin with a full silver pitcher and crystal tumblers stacked neatly on the side table. He poured himself a glass of water and leant against the basin. His mother, her blood a mix of the purest and most powerful wizards. And his father, an Irish wizard once searched for by the Ministry. These two most respected figures in the dark wizarding society adopting a child. Samaal felt the blood pound in his head. What was it his father had written to him? I think the Ministry suspects me and is putting the pieces together. Your Mother and I were pretty sure that they wouldn't fit me to the... crimes... I comitted 20 years ago. Samaal flinched at these written words as if an invisible hand had struck him. Things might start to get uncomfortable at our end, so we have almost no choice but to adopt a distant orphan cousin of yours. These measures may seem drastic to you, to open our house to filth, but my contacts at the Ministry will be no use if they continue to dig up my past. This action will throw off the scent, as who would suspect a loving family happy to adopt a parentless relative? Samaal could almost hear the irony in his Father's voice.

He turned around, glass in his hand. He was face to face with Timothy, that third year boy who worshipped Pagan. Samaal didn't even narrow his eyes in that familiar way or curl his lip. He stared at Timothy blankly, confused, almost blinded. Then the reality pounced on him. He felt a pang of anger, as if the boy had been eavesdropping on his thoughts. His veins were pumping with a violent rage and he felt like throwing something. It had suddenly occured to him how his Housemates such as Adam or the band of older Slytherins would look down on him. Samaal was a very respected and popular boy amongst students from his house. Whether or not they had the slightest inkling who his father was or from what noble blood his Sudanese mother, Sauda, was made of, he did not know. Nevertheless, most people showed at least a mild form of respect or avoidance.

Everything his family had done, the power they had possesed, would be all forgotten for a Mudblood fool who was to be adopted into the family. Your cousin will not be under our lawful protection for long, as she is almost of age. His father had written. Samaal hoped for her sake, that she wouldn't dare stay for long. Sam wanted to clear his throbbing head, think of nothing but his Quidditch. He was playing Chaser for the Slytherin team. At least he could still hold onto that scrap of reputation. Samaal snapped back to the presence and glared at the boy. What was a third year doing out of bed that late? What was he doing, invading Samaal's privacy? That boy had no right to be there and listen to his private thoughts. Samaal felt anger boil in the pit of his stomach. Once Timothy found out, no doubt he would also jeer at him along with Adam and his lumps of friends. Samaal wasn't going to be reduced to this. He felt his wand at the bottom of his pocket. It seemed to be magnetically attracted to his hand, perhaps because of his rage. He twitched his fingers, caressing the sleek wood. It would bring such satisfaction to watch the boy's face as he whipped his wand out. But Samaal merely balled his fist and left it in his pocket, forcing himself not to grip the handle.

He turned on his heel and walked over to the basin in one swift movement. He emptied his glass into the sink.

[Timothy Bancroft S3]

Timothy ha snapped out of his trance with the fire, to find that soemone was in the room. He had remembered that he wa the only one in the room for a very long time and did not think that anyone else woodbe up at this time. The only other person that he coud think of wa shis buddies Buttonz but he knew he was asleep. Timothy did not move a muscle t see if that person in the room would try something, and Timohy was hoping that he/she would. Timothy was in desperate need of hurting someoe, or even killing someone/something. Timothy was deeply in thought about how bad he had messed up and thought he wouldjust forget everything he had felt for Pagan Mason, the girl he ha liked. Timothy knew that this was the firstgirl he liked, whee as he just liked the others' because he could and knew they would like him back imediatlly.Timothy was stunned that this girl was so much different then the other's. Timothy heard nothing move, he got up slowly reached into his pocket casualy and held his wand in his hand without taking it out. Timothy did this often when he felt threatend. Timothyslowly but casualy turned aroud to find it was Samaal, the boy who had walked over to the tble that he and Pagan was at. Timothy instantly thought he was here to make fun of him or something for how he had acted. Timothy had anger and rage running throgh him already and thethought of someone trying to make fun of hm with out getting hurt made it wore.

" Oh, come on what could you possibly say to me that would make me more angry then i already am?!" Timothy didn't want to lak to him he wanted to goup stairs and go back to bed, he had class early. Timothy could not resist the chane to duel( if that was to happen).

((sorry this is so short i'm short on time because of the Holiday! ))