Infinite infidelities [Brent]

[symantha]

[/color][/b] that often, being that they were in different houses and all. So she was determined to see him tonight. She missed him, lots.

Sym had set up a little spot in the clock tower, the room lit up with candles and she’d even filled some rainbow colored balloons and let them float around the room. But she was careful to put them in places where they wouldn’t touch the candles, after all, she didn’t want the balloons to burst and cause a disturbance. That would just be terrible. Along with the balloons, she’d also snuck down to the kitchens to make some cupcakes. They were pretty. And she was sure that he would love them.

She wasn’t sure of why she was so happy today. Maybe it was because everything seemed to be going perfectly. She was wearing a short white tea dress, bright pink leggings, and her hair was up; she was wearing some eye liner and lipgloss, but that was about it for makeup. She wasn’t that big of a makeup fan. But anyway, this night was what you could call, a pre-ball party. But just with two of them, because they didn’t need anyone else really to party with. They were fun enough. At least she hoped that he thought so.

The letter she sent, was hours ago, so she figured he’d be here soon-ish. She did tell him to be there at ten-ish. She wasn’t very good with time, so she never said a specific time exactly. She’d rather just say a flexible number like 10-ish, instead of saying 10. 10 seemed so final to her. Sym stood up and walked over to the large window. The moon looked so pretty up there. It was so big and bright. She always wondered what kinds of things were up in space. And now that she found out that magic was real, she figured that aliens and other things must be real too. Or perhaps she was just dreaming. Ever since she had read that book, she had such silly ideas in her head.

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[Brent Raven]

After a short nap, soon after his long day of being Brent. The Mihael slowly rose from his soft lime green and dodger blue blanket that his Aunt sent for him, a few day's ago. Slipping into his dark green converse with the black scibbles on it, that his cousin Kel had chosen to draw on it over the break. Flattening his hair, down that had been messily misplaced by his pillow, green high-lights of color let it's self be seen threw his raven colored hair. Brent looked down at this plain red shirt with the black under armor that let his large biceps show threw the armor.

Finding that himself that he was in ship shape order, Brent slowly walked out of the Mihael common room, careful not to shut the door of the Mihael Boy's dorm to loudly in case he was going to wake up his room-mates. Carefully walking the halls, being careful, not to run into any of the ghosts or prefects that wandered the halls. To ensure the fact that he wouldn't well.. Get caught. Dur.

Slowly walking up the long stair way, that lead to the Clock Tower, the place that he was going to meet Sym. Slowing his pace as he walked, maybe he'd get lucky and he'd scare her. Looking around as he came to the top of the landing, Brent looked around in awe, the tower, had made it's self, well Sym made it look amazing, the balloons, despite the fact that he disliked them, because of the loud sound they made when popped, and finding that the candles that made it look awesome, with the shadows against the brick wall.

Finding Sym fussing over various things to make the area look better, Brent smirked, walking over to her, he poked her in the shoulder. "Hello Ms. Sym.." Brent told her with a wicked smile as he gave her a hug. "All this for little ole me?" he questioned, as he got a look at the cupcakes. Ah his weakness, Sym knew how to read his mind. That's what made these two, such good friends. "Amazing job by the way." Brent said to her.

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[Brent Raven]

Favorite color? Why did it seem that everyone always asked that. His answers would never change though. Brent had two favorite colors. "Lime green, and Dodger Blue.. if you don't have a clue what color that is. It's like a sky blue., of sorts... And you don't have to dress in my favorite colors. Do what you look best in. I mean it's like asking you to put on electric orange, and wear a funny hat along with it..." he said to her. "It's as much as my dance as it is yours..." Brent reminded her.

"M'Dear?" he questioned with a raised eye brow. Only his second grade teacher would call him that. Only because she was terribly old fashioned, and a tad bit ancient. But Symantha was far from being ancient, no she had many years to go before she'd get to be that age. Shrugging he took the cup-cake she offered looking at it for a few seconds before saying something. "You know, this is my all time weakness, and it's hardly fair that you'd tempt me with them." he said with a coy smile. As he took a bite out of the cup-cake. "You know, this better not have some type of poison in it. I have a test tommorow that I'd hate to miss."

He wondered why she was doing all this for him. Sure, they we're good friends, but he knew plenty of friends, who had known each other for years, and never did anything like this for each other. Finishing up the cup-cake he thought he would mention his thoughts to Symantha. "Hey I'm just oh so currious, why did you do this?" he questioned with a raise of his eye brow, his hazel eyes locked onto Sym as he waited for her answer. He knew that the dance was comming up, surely there was something more to it. Or maybe it was Brent, being crazy once more, and forgetting that not everything had a reason, much to his displeasure.

His eyes wandered the room once more. Looking out the window, carefully, to make sure that his eyes weren't being followed, checking on the moon he let out a sigh of relief it wasn't full yet. It was getting close though to a full moon. And his 'fun' time would come soon. Brent began thinking of his transformation. Maybe he would tell Symantha about him being a werewolf. She had more right to know than most of his friends, whom he spoke about it so little. When he ment friends, he ment his two cousins, they we're the only ones at Hogwarts, besides the staff, if they even knew, of Brents monthly condition.

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[Brent Raven]

"There are hundreds of things I could tell you, but none of them good enough, and I don't suppose the one thing your inquiring about, is really something of interest, and I'll get to that in a few." he told her pausing, he was going to linger on what he was going to say to her for a few moments more. This was something that was going to change their relationship as friends, and Brent wanted nothing more, than to make her aware.

Instead he would speak about random things that had seemed to turn up. "I would never think of such a thing. Well evidently I did. Because I was the one who came up with the Cup-Cake poisoning. But you can never be to sure, I mean I lived in a bad part of Bari. It wasn't always sugar plums and fairies all the time.. We had a evil baker, he poisoned his wife with Muffins.." said Brent with a crooked grin, eyes twinkling with amusement. Looking at Sym he sighed, he supposed he should tell her now, no better time than the present.

He couldn't keep this oh so great secret, from his friend. Taking another glance out the window, just to be sure that his eyes didn't play tricks on him, seeing that the moon was as it suppose to be. He couldn't keep it a secret forever. Some people we're to learn about this about Brent, his inner most secret that he had vowed at age 13 that he would never let anyone get close to him, like his one girl friend Emily. Of course that was one thing that Brent didn’t do, with his vow at age 13. He had let many people into his head, many he let get close to him like Sym. Now he was about to break his second vow, never to tell anyone that isn’t family, employer or teachers that he was a werewolf.

Looking at Sym, with a bleak smile Brent began his tale. “Well, I first should bring you up to speed. This was 2 years before my fathers death, I was stupid and naive age 6. Dad wasn’t going to come home till, later that night, he had work at the Ministry, since I didn’t ever listen to my mother, since half the time her words we’re slurred because of her alcohol problem. I desided to go play in the forest in my back yard, walking threw that oh so great hole in the long wooden fence that every child finds. I found my haven, of course stupid wittle Brenty thought he knew the world. Walking threw the forest at night was always such a fun experience, the cool sounds, of rustling branches and leaves, the full moon in the background. Brenty was always to stupid to pay attention to his surroundings despite my fathers warnings.” Brent said as he paused to take in another breath to finish his story.

“A loud, near howl filled the night, as I was attacked by our neighborhood rogue Werewolf. Brenty lay on the ground, crying into the night. I knew my mother wouldn’t know I was missing till it was to late. I thought I was going to die. Of course, I was 6, and had no clue that it’s unlikely that I would die. Soft wand light hit my face, my fathers face was the last thing I saw as I passed out. I later learned, since the Werewolf was in full transformation, that I would be the same. A full Werewolf. That Sym, is my greatest secret. My great curse.” Brent told her with a sigh, looking down at his stylish dark green converse with his cousins writing on it.

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[Brent Raven]

"Great? I'd hardly call it that. But if that's how you see it, fine with me.." he told her with a sigh of relief. It didn't change anything, all the fear of being, shunned was wiped away from him. Now he didn't have to keep it as much of a secret when in company with his good friend. Brent would be able to talk to her freely about it, like his more understanding family. Now fot the answering of the questions.

"Well, soon after my attack, and after my first transformation. Dad had dedicated his life, in trying to find the one who did attack me. Although, it took him two years to find him, almost 3 months before he passed away. They found him, eventually all the way in Genoa which is almost to France. Since my own attack, about 14 others faced the same fate, many we're Muggles, and had no idea what fate had plagued them." Brent told Symantha. "But I met with a few of his wizarding victims and we had a chat, about how we we're going to live our lives. Alot we're older, so they already had their lives in check, only myself and another we're young and our fates we're still unsure."

Brent hugged his good friend tightly, he was happy that she took the whole thing in stride. Note to self, that Symantha is the best person to talk about anything, and never expect her to blow the whole thing out of poportion. Althought it might happen that one day Brent would, go to far with his thinking of something, and find something that Symantha wasn't totally comfortable with that Brent had done. Then he might have a explosion like that of a Hawaiian Volcano. Or manybe Pompei.

"I have never really told anyone that I'm a Werewolf, besides family. I'm sure the teachers know about it. But none of the students, other than my two cousins and yourself know. I kindda intent to keep it between close friends. Your the only person I can consider close at this point of time. Not many understand my craziness." he told her with a smirk. "So no abusing your oh so great power of the Best Friend.." Brent warned her with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Brent had to answer the muffin man story. "yes.. yes.. To mention it.. He did live on Dreary Lane. I never went there, thankfully. Many said the Baker had a scence of humor, that was normally to big to chew off, like rocks in his bread." Brent said with a laugh. He looked at Symantha and thought he should tell her. "You know. There is no point to pitty me in anyway.. I've lived 12 Years with this. I belive I have it well managed. I told you this, because yes your my best friend here at Trios, and I know that you, are one of the many people who won't look down opon it."

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[Brent Raven]

Brent laughed. "You have a way to subject change Sym. Not that I mind one bit, subjects upon my self make me uncomfortable." Brent said with a shrug. Well Sym was random, Brent was random, how much more randomness do they need. The world was full of it, Sym and Brent just added to it. Raising his eye brow at Sym's drawing of hearts. So girly. Brent thought with a grin keeping his thoughts to himself. Staying quiet about such things was better off.

Yes Brent was excited about the dance. "Of course I am. I don't know many people who aren't. Only the few who don't like getting dressed up and hanging out with people who they can feel comfortable having a conversation with. Also, many just hope they won't step on their dance partners feet. Which I have to say I believe the same thing, because well I'm not much of a dancer. So I'm just giving you a fair enough warning now." Brent said to Symantha.

"Yes, well I think everyone admires that someone who is just plain out there. You and I always seem to have a conversation about the Muffin Man. So I suppose we have to admire him, despite how immature and silly the song is, despite our age and intelligence level. Then again, I think it's just something that we have common ground on." Brent thought out loud. Oi man Brent became intelligent for those 4.5 seconds of that pointless conversation. Oh well, that was his way and he intended to keep it.

The reason of him telling Symantha was something more of a mental thing. Maybe he thought that if he told someone who wasn't related to him and didn't have to except him, that someday when others would know, he'd still be accepted and this was just a building block, to the future. Somehow he thought it was something else, but he'd keep those thoughts to himself for awhile longer. It was Brent he was still entitled to keep some of his secrets to himself.

Brent looked at Sym with a expressionless face. "You know. I'm glad you won't pity me." he told her turning away from her. "Then I wouldn't have to hex you.. Which.. Would be bad, because you know.. Your my best friend. And I hate breaking in new friends. Their always so much trouble and then the whole fact of them being picky and hard to come by. Or at least that's a metaphor." he told her with a grin. "And in case that was to convincing of an act on my part. I was just kidding." he told her smiling.