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[alexander2007]

Alex's heart was becoming more into being at Hogwarts. At first, like any child he was unsure. But being here for the past month or so, he could not help but smile in every inch of the Castle. It had been an amazing experience so far, and he knew there were many more secrets to be discovered. With, or without friends. Yes, he had a few but was hardly extremely popular with most of the student population. Alex was not one to care, he never had. Popularity would not bring happiness to the Molentez boy. He cared more about having a few close friends, than having many fake-friends.

A chuckle passed his lips, gazing at the shelves of the Kitchen. Why ever had he come down here at this time of the morning? Alex did not know. He was hungry, yes [seeing as he had missed dinner]. The young boy had snacks in his room, what was the point in coming here and risking getting in trouble.

To explore.

Mihael Boy hadn't yet seen the wonders of the kitchens, and had taken upon himself to go here now. Surely he could have found a better time in the day, but sadly not. Alex had approached the risk in hope of whipping himself up not only something good, but being able to see the Kitchens for the first time. It sounded pathetic, but maybe he was. He didn't care. What seemed worse that he was dressed in his Pajamas. Well, they weren't pajamas as such, just a tee-shirt and pajama trousers. They were black skinny-pj trousers, with a MCR top on top. He also managed to nab a hoodie from his trunk in case it was cold. A Bullet For My Valentine one.

Alexander hardly expected there to be another down in at this time of night, but he heard footsteps. He hopped behind the counter, frightened it was a Professor.

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[malachi]

Yet another night of tossing, turning, moaning, and groaning was what had been in store for Malachi tonight. Malachi was in the Mihael Boys Dormitory, having another nightmare about his father. He was, yet again, running through a forest, after his father. But why was his father running from him. Just as soon as he reached his hand out to grab his shirt, a shadow creature popped out, sending white light out of it's mouth, Malachi then waking up with a start, sweating profusely, gasping for air.

Malachi was sick of these haunting nightmares, and he couldn't believe the effect that had on him, sweat and panting as he sat up in bed. Throwing the covers off, he got out of bed in his white pajama bottoms and no shirt. He wiped the sweat off his skin and put on a black shirt that said, The Black Parade. Everyone knew that saying belonged to My Chemical Romance, or maybe not. Most people weren't into his kind of music. With that, he made his way down the steps, trying to find the kitchen. He was hungry for something.

The young Mihael boy was no going down the grand staircase. Why the hell were there so many steps at Hogwarts? Malachi would never know. But thankfully, he found a portrait that led him to the dungeons. He took it and ticked the portrait of fruit, going into the kitchen, where he saw a house elf. Malachi was about to ask for something, when he saw that the elfs attention was focused on something behind the counter. Smirking, Malachi quirked his head to the side, walking towards the house elf with his head tilted, seeing a boy crouching behind the counter, as if hiding from something--or someone...

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[alexander2007]

Little Alex had no idea whom was actually here. He was also oblivious to the fact that a House Elf and Mihael Boy were staring at him. His cheeks had turned a vivid red even before noticing them, but when he did, they went a Bright Red. "Hello there .." Laughing nervously, he stood from behind the counter gazing towards where they were both standing - the House Elf's head tilted to look where Alex had once been on the ground.

"Okay, okay - show's over." Rolling his eyes at both of them, it wasn't long until his cheeks returned to their normal colour. His teeth nibbled on his snake bites, looking to the both of them. The House Elf soon wandered off further into the Kitchen. Alex was left with the other boy. "Alexander Molentez," he smirked [which he didn't do often]. Standing here, looking at him, he tried to work out what house the boy was actually in. Perhaps the same as him, Mihael. Maybe Slytherin? Could well be, but Alex wouldn't know yet, not unless he actually told Molentez. Hmm.

[lame post, sorry]

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[malachi]

Malachi looked from the boy, to the house-elf, then back to the boy. The kid seemed to be blushing from embarassment. He smirked, watching the house elf look down, not daring look into the other boys' eyes. Before he knew it Alex stopped blushing and the house-elf went about his business of cleaning up. A chuckle escaped Malachi's pierced lips as the boy stood back up and introduced himself.

Alexander Molentez; that name sounded vaguely familiar. Where had he heard that name before? Think, Malachi. Think., a voice in his head seemed to call to him. Then he could see the moment he heard the name, his mind showing him images of him passing Alex in the Mihael Common Room, a couple of girls talking to Alex, watching the boy introduce himself. Snapping back to reality, he looked at Alexander with a smirk.

"Im Malachi Hawkins.", he said, returning the smirk, which he often did. That was his singnature smile, a smirk. Actually, there was no smile, always a smirk. That was usually because he just said something very sarcastic. He looked at the boy once more, his crystal eyes fixing on the other boys', which were the same color. It was odd; he'd never met anyone with the same colored eyes. Malachi bit on his lip piercing as he watched the boy, then the house-elf.

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[alexander2007]

Malachi Hawkins. The name not only sounded odd, but familiar. Could it be that he had seen him from somewhere else? Perhaps this smirking gentleman had been in his Common Room. A fellow Mihael. He chuckled. "Malachi, a pleasure. Have I seen you somewhere before? I've heard you name before," he announced. Alex gave a shrug, the House Elf had returned to the pair of boys. He rose his eyebrow at the creature. Odd, but nevertheless he could help both of the boys.

Their eyes. They were the same colour, the same blue. How wonderful. Not once before had Alex seen another with the same colour eyes. "What are you doing here anyway?" Returning to the conversation, a smile planted happily upon his lips. This boy have smirked/or laughed at him before, but truthfully he could see them both getting on quite well in the future. Hopefully anyway.

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[malachi]

Malachi nodded as the boy asked him if they'd met. "Um, yeah. I think I seen you in the common room. We're in the same house, I believe. Mihael, right?", he half stated, half asked.

Watching the elf, a smirk came to his face. He made his way to the counter and sat down upon it, looking at Alexander, then seeing the house elf come up to them.
"Does Sir Malachi need anything?", the house elf asked.
Smirking, Malachi nodded. "You can call me by just my first name. Medieval times have passed, elf. I'd like just a pastry and some hot chocolate, thanks.", he smiled at the house elf, his icy eyes shifting back up to meet the other boys'.

[bleh. sorry for the crappy post]

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[alexander2007]

"Yes, Mihael." Alexander gave a curt nod to the lad, probably a first year like himself.

Folding arms over his chest, Alexander looking between both Malachi [whom sat on the counter] and the House Elf. He asked Malachi if he wanted anything, and after a while asked 'Sir Alexander'. Sir was quite a charming thing to add to the beginning of his names. A smile crossing his face. "No need for the 'Sir' either, but I'll also have a Hot Chocolate. Nothing else." A smile, but the House Elf seemed less happier as he got their food for them.

"Thankyou," Alex smiled, taking the Hot Chocolate from the Elf's hands. Giving the cup and a pastry also to Malachi, the House Elf departed them once again. This time for good it seemed. The Mihael rolled his eyes at him, chuckling under his breath and looking to Mister Hawkins. "Anyway, are you a First Year? Or higher?"

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[malachi]

Malachi smirked at the boys order and looked down at the house elf as it went to get their stuff, turning back to meet the boys crystal stare. "I hate asking house elves for stuff. I always feel bad when they look at me. They always have a pitiful look on their faces.", he chuckled softly, watching the house elf bring their stuff over to them. "Thanks.", he said and gave the elf some money before he left, slipping off the counter. It was starting to hurt his backside.

"You want to go sit down or something?", he asked, then hearing his question. "Yeah, Im a first year too.", he smiled.

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[alexander2007]

Alex, feeling quite bad as Malachi had given the elf money, also tossed him a couple of knuts. "Thanks," he mumered, returning his gaze to a new friend? "I know what you mean, they just look so sad and whatnot." If Alex knew how to make food, he would be able to get on without the help of a House Elf. But nevertheless, that would take some time to learn.

"Sitting sounds fun," he chuckled, also recieving the answer to his other question. Awesome, Malachi was also a First Year. Two Mihael First Years in the Kitchens at this time of hour, what would the teachers say. "Where'd you wanna sit?"

[ laaaame ]

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[malachi]

Malachi nodded at the house-elf comment, nodding as he walked to a table with his new friend. "Um, at the only table in here?", he grinned and sat down, sighing as he slumped in his seat. He looked at his pastry and took a bite, then sipping on his hot chocolate.

[ lammmerrrrrr hehe ]

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[alexander2007]

Alexander rolled his eyes at himself, feeling quite the idiot. "Of course, I knew that." He moved away from the spot he had been standing, and reached the table. Placing his Hot Chocolate down first, he sat himself down. He took a sip. It was very much wonderful - good ole' house elves. "So tell me Malachi, what brings you down here at this time? Couldn't sleep?" he asked. It was the reason for him. Not being able to sleep (and also feeling peckish).

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[malachi]

Now Malachi felt dumb. He'd acknowledged him asking that question before, but never answered. He smiled and took a big sip of his hot chocolate, one of the tiny marshmallows going down his throat. He loved them things, but he'd had bad dreams about them sometimes. Looking at the boy, a smile crept on his face. The boy had read his mind.

"Yeah, nightmares.", he said and sighed.

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[alexander2007]

He frowned. Nightmares were hardly brilliant, and Alexander knew that all too well. "I hate nightmares,"
Alexander confessed. It was hardly a lie. No one liked them, nor would they ever do. They scared the living hell out of you sometimes, and this Mihael hated it. It creeped him out, more than anything. Because sometimes he believed they were true. In the dead of night when they were playing within his mind, they could sometimes be thought as real. That was what scared him the most. It gave him shivers.

"So .." It was hard sometimes to think of a conversation, especially when you were a bit tired. "... Do you like it here? At Hogwarts?" All these random questions, but they had to happen. To know this person more, they really had to happen.

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[malachi]

"Yeah, me too.", he smiled. He saw the look of his face and decided to cheer things up. "You know what I love, though? Michael Myers dreams. In case you've never seen the muggle movies, Michael is a serial killer that wears a painted and de-haired William Shatner mask.", he chuckled. "Okay, so he's dead scary in the movies, and in the nightmares, coming at you with a big knife. But right when I get away and he pops out, my mind makes it into something funny.", he chuckled, loosening up a lot.

"Okay, so this one dream, Im running through my house, and I end up in the basement. I got to open the storm cellar door. There he is, and he stabs me, but the knife turned to plastic before he did, and it made this noise you'd hear at Zonko's.", he chuckled. "Then, I woke up."

Malachi smiled to himself at how relaxed he was. "Anyway, yeah...I love Hogwarts. But...I kind of miss home sometimes.", he smiled. "Since my dad died my moms all alone in a big house."

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[alexander2007]

Alex had seen many Muggle Movies before, but not the one Malachi had mentioned. He'd heard of it, but not once been to see it. It sounded interesting, yet scary. As his friend explained it, he could not help but to recieve shivers. Nothing to be scared of though. He hadn't seen it, so it wouldn't affect him. Correct?

"I love it when the mind does things like that. Changes something scary into something funny. Sadly I normally recieve the horrific parts," Alexander frowned, shivering, but thankfully warmed up after a while of holding his mug of Hot Chocolate. Pushing that subject to the back of his mind, he heard Malachi's answer to his question. It was upsetting to hear his father had died. It was never nice when something like that happened. "I'm sorry about your dad." Sorry was the stupidest thing to say, but there was clearly nothing else. However he did give an apologetic look to make him feel an ounce bit better, if the whole dad thing had bummed him out at all.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it here too. It is pretty damm awesome!"

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[malachi]

Malachi's faded smile was rekindled as Alexander started speaking again. He chuckled at the thought of his dreams and looked over at him. "Yeah, there's a lot of places I want to explore. Stupid prefects are guarding the place at night.", he smirked.

[ehh..lame. sorry]

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[alexander2007]

Prefects did indeed ruin the fun sometimes. But they had to do, what they had to do. If he ever made Prefect, Alex would most certainly be patrolling all he could in hope of perhaps putting someone in a detention. Ohh, what an evil boy. Not really, it just meant he would take his job seriously. "Mhhm," he mumered. "I guess it is annoying, since sometimes you just want to disappear somewhere outside for a bit. Sadly, if you do sneak out, you're likely to be put in a detention."

He shrugged, not sure of what else to say. "But it would be pretty neat if I was become Prefect in my Fifth Year," the Mihael admitted to his new friend. If he cared or not, he did not know but Alex would tell him anyway. He took a sip once more out of his Hot Chocolate. Ooh, yummeh.

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[malachi]

"Yeah, It'd be fun to be a prefect when we're older.", he chuckled to himself, looking at the boy as he sipped hot chocolate. He drank it just like Malachi, very carefully, careful not to let it hit his tongue directly. You either did that, or you burned your tongue and there'd be an annoying bump on it the whole next week. He smiled and imagined himself as a Mihael Prefect with his new friend, Alex.

"Haha, yeah. Then we can be in charge and make other first years miserable, just like the prefects now do to us.", he chuckled. Malachi was really being himself now.

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[alexander2007]

The thought of the both of them terroising first years in terms to come, caused him to laugh. Prefects did taunt them occasionly if they were feeling mean - it actually was kind of lame. He frowned. At least one day he would get his own back. Doing it himself (if he actually became prefect). Would that happen? If he was an overall good student, then perhaps yes. Alexander would have to wait until he was a Mihael Fifth Year. Darmm. Too long away. "That would be ever so fun. Get out own back." He rolled his eyes, giggling after. People loved it when he giggled - it was all happy and fun-like.

[malachi]

Malachi had to chuckle at what the boy said, then even more when the boy giggled. "Im glad I came down to the kitchens. I met someone like myself.", he smirked and drank some more of his hot chocolate, taking the last bite of his frosted pastry. "Sugar and Chocolate, not a good mix for me.", he smirked.

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