The Bird and The Worm. [reserved]

[lys]

[This thread is solely for Miss Pink Crayon ;; Sebastiania Bouvier.]

All alone he turns to stone,
While holding his breath half to death.
Terrified of what's inside to,
Save his life, he crawls like a worm from a bird.
(All alone) crawls like a worm from a bird.

Ah, the Enchanted Garden. He remembered this place clearly enough. It was the place he first had the pleasure of meeting Sebastiania Bouvier. He had wanted her to sit perfectly still in order for him to draw her. That ended well enough and it hadn't taken him long to get a basic sketch of it... However he wasn't here in order to reminisce. Instead he was awaiting for arrival of said miss Sebastiania whom he had invited to "join" him in this place. Of course his thoughts were drifting from her to the kitten they were supposed to get. What did she call him again...? Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair of the Bouvier-Sinclair clan. A special kitten then.

Lysander could swear he heard his own footsteps echo throughout the room. It was ignored. A bench was what he was looking for. Already he had been drifting around the area, showing up much earlier then the set time. There had been dandelions here and he had taken the time to pick one. The lack of actual benches in his site didn't discourage him but he did go a different path. Instead he sat down underneath one of the large trees and leaned against it, one leg propped up with his arm resting on it.

The Sinclair leaned his head back against the rough bark and closed his eyes half-way, watching the fountain in silence. It was the only thing that made any noise with torrents of water hitting the surface repeatedly. It wasn't upsetting though, on the contrary; it was quite relaxing. Plenty better then the voices of others. Calm... That was something he had been missing as of late. It was "exchanged" for fun, so to speak. The fault lie in Sebastiania; another thing to never to be voiced aloud. Ah but it wasn't entirely her fault. They were his choices, in the end.

He snorted and turned his head to the side, closing his eyes fully. It gave off the sincere expression that he was sleeping. That was perfectly fine with him and he might just do that. Sleep had been lacking on his part lately. Not enough to draw attention though. Not that it would be easy to tell anyhow. His eyes were always covered, how could it be figured out? It wasn't a very possible outcome. That was alright though... What was his problem is no one else's. He could deal with it on his own time.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you...

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...,"
he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion." - Edward and Bella from Twilight

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Lysander had actually written Sebastiania a note. It was quite shocking to see his handwriting on a piece of paper that was to her. It had asked her to come join him where they had first met. What a perfect place, the place they had met months ago, to show the new addition to the Bouvier-Sinclair Clan. Demetrius was the name Lysander had picked out for the kitten. Sebastiania thought it suited very well since both Lysander and Demetrius had names from a Muggle play called A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespear.

Sebastiania walked into the Enchanted Garden with a small bouncy ball in her pocket and a black kitten in her hands. It was a small thing but so cute. Sebastiania's brother, Daniel, had picked the cat at a pet store near the Bouvier's home and apparated to Hogsmeade to give Sebastiania. Of course Daniel had to act like an older brother and be like 'What do I get out of this?'. Sebastinia of course hit her brother and took the kitten and bounced away. But that was before she kissed her brother on the cheek and said she'd think of something.

She looked around for dear Lysander, whereever he may be. Sebastiania looked at Demetrius who wanted to get out of Sebastiania's arms.[/size][/font] "Stop it. You're about to get down in a few. When I find Lysander you can prounce all you want. Gawd."[/font] A sigh came from her lips as she tried looking around for the dear boy that had written her the note to meet her there.

Sebastiania spotted a figure leaning against a tree. She shook her head and smiled as she bounced over to the sleeping Lysander.[/font] Cute Lysander cute. What am I going to do with you?[/font] Now how was she going to awake him? Sebastiania thought about not waking him at all and letting him sleep. She didn't want him to be all 'You effin' woke me up' type of tone if she did wake him. Seb put Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair on the ground and rolled the bright yellow ball in the grass.

Her lips moved to one side of her mouth as she thought about how to go about and wake Lysander. Sebastiania put her hands on her hips and looked at him. She got on her knees and knelt by him. Her hand was placed on his shoulder and she gave him a little shake.[/font] "Lysander, wake up. I'm here. So is the kitten. He's really cute. Daniel brought him today for us." Hopefully Lysander wasn't the kind to ignore her rambling and continue to sleep. Maybe he would hear her voice and wake up.

Miss Pink Crayon removed his hand from her shoulder. She moved her brown hair out of her face. Yes, Sebastiania had indeed took the dye right out of her head. She was sick of looking at pink and wanted her old hair color back. Sebastiania took a seat next to Lysander and pulled Demetrius close to them. He wasn't allowed to go far from them. Her attention went back to Lysander and waiting for him to wake up.[/font]

[lys]

Sinclair didn't move an inch, even when he heard someone nearing him. Whether or not it was Sebastiania remained yet to be known, but it didn't matter currently. Unless spoken to he wouldn't do a thing except wait, that is. When a hand landed on his shoulder and shook him he grunted. Had to be her. He didn't think anyone else would bother him anyhow. He opened one eye only to immediately open the other one afterward. Brown hair? Lysander was going to take a wild guess and say it was her natural hair color. Apparently she had gotten tired of her usual pink hued locks. Ah, that would make it harder to find her in large crowds now...

Yet the boy continued to remain still, watching her through his veil of hair in silence. The first move he made was after she had seated herself next to him; it was to lean forward and pick of Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair. A black kitten at that. He also picked up the ball he had been playing with and held it stationary above the kitten's head. His paws swatted at it repeatedly, attempting to get the ball to come down. A smile crossed Lysander's lips and he placed the kitten on his lap before placing the ball in front of it.

For a few moments he kept silent, content with watching Demetrius play for the time being. It was interesting... He never had watched any other animal besides goldfish "play" excluding the Discovery Channel. At times he found that too informational though for his tastes. With a sigh he watched Sebastiania out of the corner of his eye. It hadn't taken her all that long to acquire that kitten but for some reason he did not find that all too surprising. It felt like one of those many things he was supposed to expect from her.

"Sebastiania...? Who shall keep him first? We should take turns watching him after all."

Joint-custody. Never did he think that would be something he'd apply to a little ball of black fur. Then again, anything can happen... Just like magic, only to him it made more sense. Magic was something he'd never understand even with it right in front of his eyes; it still seemed unbelievable for some reason... and he was a pure blood. Shows how well he deals with such things... While waiting for the answer, he once again lifted Demetrius and held him to his chest in a caring manner. Figures; he'd care for a feline more then actual people. At least they're understanding.

With a grunt he spread his fingers out above the little fur ball and started to wiggle them around. Demetrius abandoned trying to regain possession of the ball for the challenge of catching Lysander's ever-moving fingers. An interesting kitten...

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

So you finally decided to join us eh? Go figure Lysander. Sebastiania watched him pick up Demetrius and begin to play with him. She was quite happy since she had been afraid all morning that Lysander wouldn't like Demetrius' fur color. But of course she would blame that on Daniel, her older brother. He had picked out the kitten because he liked it, not because he thought Sebastiania would like the kitten. Sebastiania liked any kitten as long as they knew when to sleep. Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair looked like he would fall asleep easily; since he was playing with Lysander.

Lysander sighed and Sebastiania wondered why. Was he displeased with something? Maybe her hair? He would grow used to it like the girls did in Seb's dorm. They got used to her vibrant pink hair and when she took out the dye the night before they were shocked. By morning they didn't looked at her strangely anymore. She forgot about Lysander's sigh and looked back to him. Joint-custody time.[/size][/font]

"Yes?"[/size][/font] Who would indeed get Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair first? Lysander. Sebastiania had to make room for dear Demetrius in her dorm. Lysander seemed like he was an organized person, unlike Sebastiania. Heh. Her drawers were so disorganized. She definatly had to clean them out and put them back in order. "You can take him to your dorm first. I have to make sure no one in my dorm is allergic to cats and I need to make room for him somewhere. He'll probably end up sleeping on my other pillow.

Sebastiania straighted out her new shirt: The Count from Seasme-Street. Seb absolutely hated Seasme-Street with a passion. The only character her mom could even get her to look at and watch was The Count. I mean, look at The Count. He was a vampire with werewolves for pets. Amazing. Duh. Also during Sebastiania's earlier Disney movie years she only liked the bad guys. Jafar, Scar, Hades, The Beast [in beast form of course. She hated him in human form. Yuk. Long blonde locks.], Malificent, the witch in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs [She hated that movie. Snow White was too good for her own good.], Ursula, Cruela DeVil, etc.[/size][/font]

"Hey little girl with the cash to burn. Well I'm selling something you won't return. Hey little girl take me off the shelf. 'Cause it's hard having fun playing with yourself. Once you browse through the whole selection.

"Shake those hips in my direction. Bringing it back if she never did see. Take me home and then unwrap me. Shop around with every dollar. I've got to be the ladies' choice. Ladies' choice. The ladies' choice.

"Hey little girl looking for a sale. Test drive this American male. It's going to take cash to fill my tank. So let's crack open your piggy bank. Hey little girl you're window shopping. I got something that's traffic stopping.

"Hey little girl on a spending spree. I don't come cheap but the kisses come free. On closer inspection I'm sure that you'll agree. I'm the ladies' choice. The ladies' choice. The ladies' choice,"[/size][/font] she sang.

The song from the new musical Hairspray made her laugh. It was a good song even though she hated Zac Effron. Not really hate but she hated watching him on the tele. But the song was too good to even think about Zac. Yuk.[/color]

Ladies' Choice© - Hairspray[/font]

[lys]

A nod of his head was given in reply to her decision. That was perfectly fine with him. He hadn't known they would be receiving Demetrius on such short notice but that would be no problem he couldn't overcome. His sleeping space was quite neat and tidy; organized [as Sebastiania thought]. Wherever the kitten decided to sleep didn't matter too much. He could sleep anywhere on his bed or he could sleep on the floor near it... though Lysander would much rather prefer he slept on the bed. At least it caused him less worry that way. Besides, he was a light sleeper. Should Demetrius get up in the middle of the night there shouldn't be any problems.

His attention drifted back to said kitten as he continued to wiggle his fingers in a pattern. Perhaps Demetrius would catch it... Animals were intelligent after all. Every time he made it to the seventh time his middle finger went down, he lowered his hand within striking range for a moment before resuming his counting up to three. It wasn't too noticeable a change as his hand was usually just out of striking distance. Hn...

Sebastiania's voice cut through his thoughts and he turned his head slightly to the side. Singing... She was singing again. He had become quite used to her voice now. Both when singing and talking. Honestly she wasn't all that bad though he never really thought on it while she sung. It didn't matter to him. His lips twitched upward in another smile when he took the time to listen to the words. Interesting. Ah, sad. He wasn't American, he was English... with a bit of Irish heritage in him. They never truly showed though. Not in his words nor his accent. It wasn't as... distinct as others.

With his slight smile still present, he leaned down closer to one of Demetrius's furry ears and whispered, "A lovely voice she has, doesn't she? Do you think she could sing Sleeping Beauty?" It was a passing thought... The kitten's ears twitched and he cocked his head to the side, as though in wonder himself. Perhaps he wanted to know as well? Lysander leaned back and sat up straight once more, resuming the wiggling of his fingers only lower this time. It didn't take Demetrius long in order to catch his hand which he promptly started gnawing on. Sinclair scoffed knowing bite marks would mar his skin but didn't stop it. It was alright...

You bleed just to know you're alive...

Another thought in the passing. Nothing to mull over or get worked up over. Would those bites bleed? As of yet; no. Demetrius hadn't bitten him hard enough to cause such. Oh... he was mulling over the thought. Something he wasn't supposed to do. But it was alright...

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

"I can't sleep tonight. Lets go. Settle the score. Knife Vs. Face: Round 1. Stab me, directly in the heart. Watch me bleed, lying on your feet. Dying, living for just one last breath with you. With you. I live for you and only you. Stop lying, you know i'd lay with you. Where dying, on the inside. You're smiling, on the outside. Forget the taste of me, and follow you instinct," she sang.[/size][/color]

Sebastiania turned her gaze over to Demetrius and Lysander. Lysander was playing with Demetrius by wiggling his fingers around. She smiled a bit, happy that Lysander and Deme were getting along swimmingly. Hopefully nothing would ever change that. If something did happen then it would be really sad.

She fixed herself where she would be laying on her stomach. Her arms went under her head. Sebastiania yawned and rubbed her cheek against her arm. A sigh came from her nostrals as she watched a catipillar move around on the grass next to her. She remembered from her early days where she would catch twenty of them and try to keep them as pets. Of course, in the end, they all died.

Her eyelids closed as Lysander looked at the bite marks Demetrius had left. Sebastiania didn't have the heart to declaw the kitten. It would ruin his instints as a feline. The short, brown headed girl hummed to herself a bit as she kept her eyes closed. She wasn't sleeping but her eyes were tired. Plus, there was nothing else to do but be lazy and laze around.

Sebastiania opened her eyes and thought about life. It was okay; you couldn't brag about it but you could be depressed over it. It was just one of those average days at Hogwarts. Bleh. Hopefully something would happen to make it interesting.

[lys]

Sinclair shifted slightly so as to further accommodate Demetrius's weight. One hand casually stroked the kitten's soft fur. He had yet to become entirely bored with the Mihael's hand. That was just too bad... Lysander leaned his head back against the tree once more and allowed his eyes to fall shut half way. Every once in a while a slight sting would emanate from his hand before dulling. Wasn't his hand just going to be the loveliest sight when Demetrius was finished. He glanced over at Sebastiania only to find her on her stomach and she appeared to be sleeping. He rose one brow but didn't utter a word. Instead choosing to focus back on the precious kitten.

Hn... Lysander grasped his hands around Demetrius and lifted him up, carefully placing him on Sebastiania's back. He drew up his legs and sat Indian-style. When he next glanced over, the black fur ball had taken it upon himself to curl up in a ball on her back; he still seemed a bit... jumpy though. Sinclair sighed before stretching out once again and dug around in his pocket for loose thread. His pants had a habit of "producing" such things as loose thread and lint. In this situation he supposed it would be helpful.

It didn't take too long to find one and he promptly dropped it on Demetrius's front paws. His teeth snapped at it before he curled more tightly in on himself. Lysander shook his head slightly before stroking the kitten on his head. Well, if string was all that was needed to keep him occupied he had plenty of that. There was no problem there. Perhaps he should buy some toys though... It was the least he could do. Food as well. A happy kitty was a happy him. As long as said kitty didn't decide to destroy anything he owned... That may just cause a bit of trouble.

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

Sebastiania closed her eyes again and took a deep breath. She covered her mouth as she yawned. The five foot three Sebastiania was getting tired. Might end up taking a nap in the Enchanted Garden. Then there was something on her back.

Claws went through her gray shirt and into her back. "Ouch. Deme. Deme!" Demetrius the kitten began playing with something. Sebastiania couldn't tell since he was on her back. At least he was preoccupied with something else to do other than clawing poor Sebby to death.

Sebastiania turned a bit making Demetrius jump off her back. She laid on her back and picked up Deme as he began to meow at her. The black kitten was placed on her stomach and she looked at him. "No clawing people. It hurts. Don't make me get you de-clawed." Sebastiania looked to Lysander then back to the kitten. Lysander wasn't saying much, nothing new to her. He was just a bit more quieter than normal.

"What are you thinking about?"

[lys]

A small smile adorned his features as he watched the two of them. Poor kitten. Hopefully Sebastiania wouldn't go through with the de-clawing bit. Somehow Lysander didn't believe that Demetrius would be too happy with that decision. He folded his hands underneath his chin and half-closed his eyes. They certainly seemed to be having fun. That was nice... He released and sigh and fully closed his eyes for a few moments. However the silence was apparently not to remain as his dearest companion started speaking to him. Thinking about? There definitely wasn't much to be thinking about at this time.

"Ah, I'm not think of anything in particular..."

The answer was muttered, barely higher than a whisper. For a moment he thought on it before deciding that answer was best. His eyes opened slowly until they regained their half-open state. Green hues drifted back to Demetrius and he sighed lightly when he noticed the kitten had lost his play thing during Sebastiania's turn over. He'd have to buy him an actual toy to play with... He needed to be occupied with something after all. Sinclair's fingers twitched before curling in on themselves.

It felt as though he needed a nap. A nice... extended nap. Actually, that did sound quite nice. Perhaps Demetrius would be so kind as to join him in said rest. You never know; he may just be happy with lying down for a while. Or maybe he was much too hyper for that. Another sigh. I should put duct tape over my mouth... That sounded as though it would be for best. Then again, he'd just switch over to sighing out of his nose. Problem solved? I think not. Far from it actually... Hopeless.

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

She really wouldn't get Demetrius de-clawed. Only if he was going to be a house cat then there would be no use for his claws. But Deme did need them since he would probably run away to play outside then meow till Lysander and Sebastiania came looking for him. Dumb kitten but it sounded so much like Demetrius.

"Ah, I'm not think of anything in particular..."

A sigh came from her lips as he said what he was thinking about. Of course that was his answer. Lysander was probably thinking of a plan to get out of Sebastiania's view. A roll of her eyes and she looked back to Demetrius. He clawed her again and she pushed him off her stomach making him run to Lysander.

"Claw me again and see what happens Demetrius. That hurts," she growled at the kitten. He didn't know what she was doing but she was tired of being clawed and Sebastiania did have a short temper. Sebastiania sighed again and frowned a bit. She felt bad for shouting at the new kitten. Would he ever forgive her? Probably if she gave him food.

The Gryffindor turned over looking at a Lysander's belt. It was something to look at. She snorted again with an angry look on her face. Took all she could not to hit the kitten on the head. Sebastiania looked to Lysander to see what he would say or do. Would he say anything at all? Probably not he was in such a quiet mood it almost made her shout at him for not talking. Couldn't he talk to her?

"I'm sorry," she whispered silently before looking from her friend to the grass.

[lys]

Immediately Lysander picked up the kitten when he came to him. He reeled in the urge to frown at Sebastiania. Demetrius needed to be disciplined after all. Clawing at others wasn't something he could do. With a sigh he scratched behind said kitten's ears. It was the very least he could do at this time seeing as how he wasn't entirely sure what else to do. Since he hadn't been clawed at yet, he wanted to keep it that way. Bitten, sure. But no more than that. At least the bites didn't necessarily hurt or anything. For a moment, his eyes drifted away from both of his companions in order to stare at some of the surrounding flowers. They didn't keep his attention for long though. A muttered, "I'm sorry," caught his drifting attention and he stared down at Sebastiania. His brows furrowed slightly.

"What are you sorry for...? Demetrius certainly won't be angry with you..."

The Mihael shifted slightly, his brows furrowing just a bit more. Ah, but it couldn't be helped. He was confused to a point so you couldn't really blame him. It was just the sorry part he didn't understand. Hn... Demetrius squirmed in his arms, clawing at them only slightly, so he released him to 'the world'. Sinclair brought up one arm and stared at it for a moment. Bright white lines decorated it. What a sight. He wrapped one hand around the spot and directed his attention back at the Gryffindor. It wouldn't do to not pay attention to her seeing as how he had asked her a question.

Demetrius, on the other hand, did not seem the least bit disturbed. He was gallivanting around like the happy little feline he was. Pouncing on flowers and probably searching out any butterflies that might be present in the garden. Lysander hadn't seen one... but you never know. There might just be little butterflies fluttering around somewhere...