Post by Lukas Weber on Nov 16, 2009 17:08:46 GMT -5
Another boring, still night.
The air was undoubtably chilly, Lukas knew, but only by the way his testosterone-fueled roommates were dressed. Many of the boys had switched from simple wife beater tanks and boxers to longer lounge pants not unlike the ones Lukas wore and long-sleeved shirts. Lukas hadn't changed much, of course. His pants were a deep-purple-and-black plaid, and his shirt was a nice generic and graphic band tee. Otherwise, it could be summer for all he cared. The tiny temperature changes of the environment hardly affected him... He felt somewhat cold no matter what. Maybe that was because he was dead...
No matter. His vampiric intuition told him that tonight may hold a good reason to stay awake. So for most of the night he had simply sat on his bed, flipping page after page in last term's charms textbook, trying to memorize the words. He could see perfectly well as the outside lights dimmed and eventually even the candle lights went out, but he cast a moderate Lumos to humor his roomies. But now that they were all peacefully asleep (lucky them) Lukas had resorted to not straining his eyes and settling with the sufficient amount of, well, moonlight.
And suddenly, there was that sound. The little rustling of a mouse, a thin, light mammal scurrying around... Downstairs. The common room. Had it really been so long ago...? Lukas immediately closed the textbook with a satisfying thump. Well, well, Miss Rose, he mused, a humorless smirk passing over his face. Nightmares again? He slid from his bed silently, fixed his hair into its trademark mane with a neat little flick of his wand, and then skirted the wood floor to the door. It opened quickly, noiselessly, effortlessly, and he ghosted around the staircase once again.
Deja vu, anyone?
No, wait, it was a bit different this time. As he neared the boundary between boy dorms and the common room, he heard her approaching. He swiftly cast himself into a nook behind a suit of armor. What if it actually wasn't Lola? Just around the corner could be a teacher of similar height and weight and body mass and unflattering stuff like that who only sounded like Lola. It was the worst time to grow a pimple on his flawless school record...
"Lukas!" came her voice, almost literally shouting up the staircase. So it was her! Jeez, might as well let in a troll... Nevermind that. He flitted out of his hiding place and down the last couple of stars, at her side in hardly an instant. Whatever-entity-existed, she was pretty. Nearly as pretty as he remembered... Just kidding. His memory was almost perfect in his dead state, and she was exactly how he imagined.
He reached out a hand to lay on her shoulder. She could pretend all she wanted that their first night truly "met" and the encounter in the grove was fake. But she knew it was real, and Lukas hardly slept, much less dreamt. Why didn't she just head up there and surprise him tactlessly in the middle of the night in a room filled with sleeping teenage boys? Well... That was probably the reason for the barrier. It was all right for women to visit men in the daytime, do whatever they want, but not at night. Oh, no... Not at night.
Mental rambling over, Lukas' other hand reached for the top of Lola's head, hopefully to stroke her soft red tresses. "You called?" He joked, a mischeivous smile in his eyes though his expression was quite serious. And then his whole demeanor changed from teasing to concerned. "What's wrong?" he said, leaning in a bit closer to whisper to her. He recognized the fear in her expression, normally wrathful or otherwise indifferent, the disheveled state of her hair that indicated recent rolling-out-of-bed activity.
Would she tell him? Could they share secrets again?