End Transmission. [continued]

[lys]

Reserved for Sebastiania Mariah Bouvier

Fighting should be left for those with thoughts big enough to end it,
And the last time I checked, I never wrote a bomb.
Or have I?

Kitchens... kitchens... That was where they were heading. But for the time being he was awaiting Sebastiania's return from her common room. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes. It shouldn't take too long to fetch Demetrius unless he wanted to be difficult. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case. Otherwise he had the striking feeling that he would be here for a while. And to think, it would all be to go to the kitchens.

The pains of owning a feline.

Sinclair allowed his thoughts to further drift as they had before. The subject being his mother. He was still awaiting news on that... It made him anxious. Fidgety. But he wouldn't let it show. Surely that wouldn't be the smartest thing, as he had thought before. The same conclusion... Hn. He didn't know why he was worrying so much. Of course she would be alright. She always had before, no matter how few amount of times that was. Father usually said, 'Accidents happen Lysander.' There was a note of sarcasm unfurled within his thoughts. He didn't believe he would ever understand his father. Never. After all, the man only believed in his work - his business. Mother did that as well, though she tended to pay just a smidgen more attention toward her only son.

He wound his fingers through his hair, sighing through his nose. His other hand hung loosely at his side, swaying slightly. Bad thoughts... It was a weak scold directed at himself and didn't do much to deter his thoughts. Rather it fueled them to a point and he could remember his mother's pale form, hidden beneath white hospital sheets. The sight had caused him to scowl. That was when he had asked the medics if his father, her spouse, had shown. But of course the answer was no. He was away on business it seemed. He said he'd 'come in as soon as he could'. Liar, liar - pants on fire.

Ka-CHOO!

Well, that's one way to halt escalating thoughts. A very successful way actually. Both of his hands were firmly pressed against his mouth and nose and a scowl formed on his lips. This is fu- ka-choo! HE scowled again and didn't move his hands. He would just wash them when they got to the kitchens. Until then...

[Poor, poor Lysander. <shakes head> He gets to gain my ailments.]

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

I curse the day my dream became my descent.
Suddenly I long for you, my only love.

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Sebastiania came out of the Gryffindor Common Room with Demetrius in her hands. He was offly playful; obviously he had fun while she was gone. She was grateful that he was taken care of by the girls in her dorm. Now it was dear Lysander-dearie's turn to watch after their kitten.

Once the small kitten saw Lysander Sinclair he jumped out Sebastiania's arms and ran to Lysander and meowed. Obviously the Demetrius had favorites. Grawr. ;_; She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled. At least Demetrius loved Lysander. Well why wouldn't he? The Mihael fed him, brushed him, played with him, and fed him some more.

"I curse the day my dream became my descent. Suddenly I long for you, my only love," she sand to herself. Sebastiania had gotten into this new band called Alesana. She was obsessed with them specially the song called 'Ambrosia'. Seb went on Youtube.com and looked up their music videos and of great luck they had 'Ambrosia' as a music video. The song always made her cry. It was just so sad.

The Gryffindor linked arms with her Mihael buddy [yes buddy] and began pulling him along with her to the kitchens. She continued to hum 'Ambrosia'. "I curse the day my dream became my descent. Suddenly I long for you my only love."

She put her head on his shoulder as they walked. Her brown eyes looked to Demetrius. "Why did you leave school that one time?," she asked out of the blue.

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