Death is in Love with Us. [Open]

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

Broken hearts parade
and I'm putting my heart out on display.
There's no masquerade.
Just a funeral march for love today.

School had started once again for Sebastiania Bouvier. She had looked at the schedules from her new teachers. The fourth year would no longer have Lysander Sinclair in her classes. It worried her a bit. No one else had ever talked to her besides Brendon and Pete, but they had left long ago. Would she ever find someone else to talk to?

Instead of having the teacher assistants she would have the actual professors for the classes. She had wondered if they would be harder than the teacher assistants. But the thought of not talking to someone in class when it was boring worried her a bit.

Since her first term the Bouvier had changed. From pink hair to her natural hair color. From being totally out there to holding back some of her feelings. Being around Lysander made her more self-consious. Was she trying to impress him? She wasn't trying to at least. Sebastiania acted the same around him as when they first met and she dressed the same as before.

Still in her day clothes she was walking down the Hallway. She didn't want to go find Lysander and she deffinatly didn't want to stay in the Gryffindor Common Room any longer. Demetrius was getting bored and wanted to explore a bit. The only way he could explore if his "parents" watched him. Sebastiania was completely protect of him since he was still a kitten.

At her heels was the black kitten with white paws. Every so often Seb would look down to see if Demetrius was there. When she noticed he wasn't there she would panic for a bit till she found him. Deme pounced off to go find something to play with. Maybe Seb would throw the magic ball and he'd get to chase it and bring it back to her.

Sebastiania had taught him a lot of tricks. For instance, he learned Tag, Peek-ah-Boo, Fetch, and High-Five. Every-so-often Deme would tap Sebastiania's shoe and he'd run off. She would chase him everywhere and tap him on his head then run off.

Her blue eyes looked around the hallway as she walked alone. Well, not completely alone. Sebastiania put her hands in her back pocket as she walked. She caught sight of the growing up kitten rolling on the carpet. Her hand went over her mouth as she giggled and stopped where she was at. Seb tapped his nose and began to run off. Demetrius turned around on his belly then took off after her.

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[chelsea]

I hate the cold.

Probably not the most promising sentence to begin with, but if anything, it was truth. She really did hate the cold. The way that it could practically turn a human being into an ice-popcicle, render someone unmovable for a while - she could not see the benefits of such temperature. How some people could stand it was, to her, a mystery indeed.

As she wove her scarf another round around her neck, she pulled at the gloves she was wearing. At times like this, the Ravenclaw scarf proved to work wonders. No matter how some people - mostly those bimb girls - complained that the House Scarves' designs were ugly, she pretty much loved them. They provided very much needed warmth, and she had yet to find a fault in them. So at the moment, she adored those scarves.

'Specially since they were helping her beat away those awful cold feelings.

She took a light step into the Great Hall, her face filled with relief to be back inside once again. It was obvious that she would spend very little time out of doors, was it not? Her brief venture had only been to the Herbology Greenhouses to see something for her homework, but after that she had made quick work of returning to the warmth of the castle.

Although the castle did have it's cold parts too.

Rubbing her nose, she glanced around for any signs of life. The Great Hall was littered with people, who probably like her, might hate the cold, and thus chose to stay inside. She allowed herself a small smile at the sight - some people who might actually share habits like her. She couldn't bring herself to believe that it was only Fall - with the temperature on the verge of killing her. (Exaggerating of course.)

She wove her way out of the Great Hall, and towards the Hallways, that would lead her to a warm fireplace that existed in the Ravenclaw Common Room - how unsocial, some might think, to spend days inside forever. She would beg to differ, since it was the cold that chased her out from the outside - an external factor was resulted in that behavoir. Not her fault.

Rubbing her nose, which threatened to let a sneeze escape, she almost did not see the little thing that was passing by the Hallways - aka Demetrius. But playing on the word almost, she spotted the little thing in the nick of time, and immediately skirted out of the way, only to note that the cat also paused in its movements, to stare at her.

Chelsea was confused by the action, honestly. She never had much interaction with animals, so the behaviour of the other puzzled her. And thus, she just followed what she had seen on TV - how weird - by kneeling down, and letting her eyes meet the small animal's one. 'I wonder, who your owner is.'

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[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

Sebastiania turned around to see if Demetrius was still chasing her. She stopped when she noticed that the black and white cat wasn't behind her. The Gryffindor spun around to see where he had went. Oh Gawd. Where did the little devil go? Sander is gonna kill me. Even though she highly doubted her best friend would actually kill her over the kitten but she would hate to see the disappointment in his eyes. That would kill her.

She, herself, wore a small black Avenged Sevenfold concert shirt, black skinny jeans, a studded belt, flat shoes, and her Chiodos hoodie. Her dark brown hair was up in a pony tail to keep it from her face as she played with her cat.

"Deme!," she called out. "Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair, get your tail back here or I'm going to ground her. Wiat till Lysander finds out," she threatened. Oh why oh why did he have to do this to her? Sebastiania turned around again. "Demetrius Bouvier-Sinclair where are you?," she called out again.

Demetrius looked up at the girl. Who was she? He walked slowly over to her and sniffed her shoe. She looked safe. His ears perked up when he heard his name. What did Sebastiania want? He went right over here. Jeezus!

He pranced off after Sebastiania. Oh boy he was in for it. Demetrius stopped at her feet then he turned around. Was that girl going to play too? He meowed at the girl then looked up at Sebastiania.

Sebastiania looked down to see Demetrius and she sighed. She bent down and picked up Deme. "I swear," she said and began petting him. "Don't you dare do that again. I swear to Gawd I'll ground you." Sebastiania looked around and noticed there was a girl. "Is that who you were talking to mister?"

Deme looked at her with his green eyes and looked back to the other girl he was talking to. "MEOW!"

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[chelsea]

She wouldn't admit. No she wouldn't.

But perhaps, she had a soft spot for animals.

As she found herself slowly peeling off the gloves she wore and placed it such that it stuck out from the back pocket of her jeans, she pulled at the sleeves of her light purple shirt, and kept looking at the cat. It had pretty eyes, that she could agree upon. Tentatively stretching a hand out towards the little kitten, she started to pat it on the head, lightly. Some instinct told her to do that, oddly.

Yet, as the action was done, the cat swiftly turned his head away from her. She withdrew her hand quickly, her eyes on the cat. Perhaps she had scared the cat away - ah well, with her personality, it was expected. She watched as the animal walked away, and standing back up, too tired to linger in the squatting position anymore, she hadn't expected to hear a new voice on the scene.

Blue-green eyes traveled, to see a girl with brown hair, akin to her own, and tied up in a ponytail. Eyes wide, as she realised that the little kitten probably belonged to her. And that she had been playing with someone else's cat. A hint of embarrassment in her eyes, she gave a small nod towards the other, and clasped her hands in front of her.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to um, distract your cat from you.' Demetrius. She had heard his name during the other's calling, and well, it was a pretty nice name. Flexing her fingers as she awaited the other to say something, she pulled at her scarf ever so lightly.

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[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

Sebastiania looked from Demetrius to the femine voice. "Oh it's okay. He's just playing around." Demetrius jumped out of Sebastiania's arms and looked to the girl. His tail switched back and forth. Playtime? Deme patted his paws on the girl's shoes. It meant he wanted to play Tag.

"He wants you to play Tag with him," she said looking at the girl. Sebastiania put her hands into her pockets. She didn't know what to say since she really never talked with anyone anymore. The only person she really talked to was Lysander. I wonder where Lysander is.

Demetrius patted the girl's shoes again and meowed. He was such an impatient thing. Sebastiania gave him a look and said, "Be nice Deme. Stop being so impatient." With a swish of his tail he sat down at their feet waiting for someone to come play with him.

"Meow."

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[chelsea]

Blue-green orbs returned to their normal size, from previously being wide, as the girl mutely nodded. A lack of words to say, she stared at the kitten, and slowly repeated the name of the cat. 'Demetrius. That's his name, is it not? It's a nice name. Although why is the last name Bouvier-Sinclair, if I may inquire?' Curiousity overtaking her at the moment, she couldn't help her questions. Good lord. She was becoming too Ravenclaw, was she not?

The line Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure now sought to mock her.

She stared at her shoes, as the kitten patted it. Tilting her head as to question why it was doing that, she was startled to know that the other wanted to play Tag with her. Tag? It was a game, was it not? 'Oh. Um. I don't exactly know how to play tag...' She says quietly, her eyes never leaving the kitten. A deprived childhood? Sort of - she never got to play these type of games often. She had read about them, but with regards as to how to play them... She was clueless.

She stifled a grin when the other scolded Demetrius for being impatient. Indeed, it seemed to have the human chracteristic of being impatient, did it not? How amusing. As she lowered herself down once again, to play with the little kitten, she stares up at the other, and looks at her expectantly. 'Would you teach me, how to play Tag? I'm afraid I've only read about it.' Pathetic, she scolds herself inwardly, but still.

Everyone had flaws, and things they didn't know.

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