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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i've counted my blessings

now i'll count this curse - -

Alexandre frowned irritably at his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. Of all the many things they could have chosen to study that day, it would have to have been vampires, given his luck. He'd spent the entire class on edge, hoping like hell that no one would notice that his skin color and attitude fit the qualities of the very thing they were being told to keep away from. Thank goodness no one in the class had seemed to pick up on it, but he didn't like the way the teacher had glanced at him once or twice. It made him feel as if he were being scrutinized under a microscope, and he hated that feeling with a passion. And if anyone, god forbid, found out that he was a vampire, he knew that he was done for. He hid his little condition very well, and drank a potion instead of choosing to drink human blood, so that he didn't lose control during the day and accidentally go after one of his fellow students. It was still hard, and he often found himself holding his breath and excusing himself from random places just to find some fresh air to clear his senses, but he was slowly getting used to it. "My father would have been proud," he told himself quietly, and a pang of bitter longing for the family that had been taken from him struck his chest. Living with his grandfather was a constant struggle, for the elder vampire thought that he could force Alex to do whatever he liked. Which he did have a moderate amount of control over him after all. There was always the possibility that, if he were to deny the request, his elder relative would just chuck him and his sister out onto the streets. And there was no way Alex could let little twelve year old Amerie suffer out a life on the streets. He might be able to handle it, but not her.

Sighing heavily, Alexandre dipped his quill into the dark ink and started to write. He knew much more about vampires that he should at this age, considering he was one, so he forced himself to try and keep his knowledge at bay, not to mention resist the urge to write corrections on all the mistakes the author had made in the book. There were plenty of books with better facts than this one, but Alexandre was glad it had a few errors, because then people would be more likely to skip over noticing his affliction. He wrote quickly, then paused about halfway through to make sure that the essay didn't sound too well informed. And of course, when he'd gotten carried away in some places, he sounded like he knew exactly what he was talking about. "Ugh," he complained under his breath, crumpling up the parchment and tossing it into the fire, then pulling out a new piece and starting over again. Knowing him, this might take a few hours if he kept making mistakes. After a while, he became so irritated with the work that he seriously debated just writing whatever he liked and then handing it in the next day regardless. But logic told him that he'd be stupid to do such a thing, and that he'd most likely get himself expelled from Hogwarts. He doubted that they'd allow a vampire to attend, if they knew. Even if they would, he wasn't about the take any chances.

His hand was starting to feel a little cramped, but at last, he read over what he'd written and found himself happy with it, so far. "Finally," he sighed, then decided to take a little break before writing the rest. He didn't put any of his things away, but rather picked up the book and started to casually read it. As always, he was interested in finding even the smallest amount of truth on his kind, and this gave him the perfect excuse to read up on it without being asked awkward questions. However, Alexandre found himself becoming more and more interested with the myths, and wondered where on Earth they'd gained such false information. There were shreds of the truth, however, and he took those in eagerly, not noticing how late it was getting until he glanced up and noticed he was one of the only ones still sitting in the common room. Blinking in slight surprise, he sat the book on the table and picked the essay back up with some reluctance, deciding it was better to finish it now than scramble over himself in the morning. That would lead to messy work and over-accurate details again.

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[MARLENE IMBER MCKINZIE]

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Marlene pushed aside the noise of the other girls who had the misfortune of being put into the same dorm room as her. It was one of the things about Hogwarts that Marlene did not appericate. Alright so it was one of the many things about the school that Marlene couldn't stand. First she had to share a room with three other girls, some whom do snore very loudly, then when day breaks she is forced to attend classes with a bunch of mud-bloods and half breeds. Although it seemed that tolerance for the other breeds was a popular notion, Marlene herself could not just accept what others were trying to tell her. They were not all equal just because they were all magical. To her way of thinking, only those who are pure-blood wizards (witches) should even practice magic in the first place. She had made it no secret to the rest of the school during her years at Hogwarts how she felt. When she could no longer ignore their chatter, Marlene sent the girls a chilling glare, grabbed her things and headed towards the Slytherin commons room so that she could leave the slytherin . It wasn't so much that she needed to study hard to pass her classes, more she was tired of listening to them talk about so-and-so's hott buns-of-steal. As she walked down the hall she made sure she had grabbed everything she would need and tied the strings together of her pack and tossed it over her shoulder. Her school robes sashayed as she walked, and her wand was firmly tucked away in a easy access place. Something, she assumed, all witches learned early on was to keep ones wand handy. It is no good to be magical if when the time calls for you to use your magic and you are not prepared. That last bit was something her older brother Jack had drilled into her on the rare occassations that he came home from Hogwarts and didn't stay with a bunch of his friends. He had graduated and had immidately been accepted to train as a hit wizard, as funny as that alone sounded.

Marlene made her way to the library, a quite place even if students wanted to try and make loud. She wouldn't stay there long, not really one to enjoy being surrounded by millions upon millions of books. She'd stay there and research on animagus, a topic in which she held a great deal of interest in. It was during her third year at Hogwarts that Marlene had discovered her interest animagi, and became even more interested in her Transfiguration class, a subject she had always done exceptionally well at. She had been training, physically and mentally to take the form of her animal spirite, which had learned was a dark brown rabbit, something she personally found to be a bit odd, but who was she to agrue with her inner animal. Although Marlene knew the halls of the school well, now that she was in her seventh year, the walk to the library from the dungons was a bit long. After about ten minutes she came upon the room she had desired to go to, and moved through the rows of books, looking for one certain section. Since she had been been extremely interested in animagus and such, Marlene had spent a good deal of time from her third year until this year exploring the libraries books on the topics. And boy did the library have a great deal of books on animagus and Transfiguration. Marlene quickly became lost in the world of books as she looked for the perfect book to use to help write a paper for her class. She was surprised when the librarian told her that it was time for students to head back to their rooms now. Marlene nodded, grabbed a random book off of the book shelf and asked to check it out.

Leaving the library with her book, Marlene made her way back to the dorms, hopeing that the girls she shared a room with had gotten all of their nosiy chatter over and done with so that she could read in peace. Marlene gave the password to get into the Slytherin common room and moved easily through the room, not really paying much attention to those who had remained in the common room to work on last minute projects. Her dorm room was silent, and it looked like only one girl was in her bed, where the others where, she wasn't sure, and she knew for sure that she did not care. Marlene dumped her things on to her bed and went to where her clothes were nicely put up. Since it was late, and she had absolutely no desire to go to sleep in her school clothes, Marlene pulled out a pair of her pajamas and slipped off the clothes she was wearing, pulling the pajamas on quickly. Pushing her dirty clothes to a pile in front of warobe, she decided to deal with them later. She mad sure to grab her wand as she went to her bed and went through her things. The room was still light because of the girls missing needing to come back into the room at some point during the night. Marlene opened the book she had checked out and groaned as she read the title. It was a book about speices, most muggles thought they were myths. It reminded her on her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, who earlier in the day had spend the class time talking about Vampires. She had not listened very well in the class, but knew it was probably a good thing she had grabbed this book by mistake since she had a paper due.

At some ungodly hour the remaining girls who had not been in the dorm when Marlene had first gotten there began to arrive, and they were all full of chatter. Not even bothering to try and shut them up, like she would normally be very quick too do, she grabbd her book, her quill, and paper and left the room. She was tired of the same four walls anyways. She moved into the common room, in which she quickly noticed that there was another student up and working hard. Marlene had recongized her fellow classmate Alexandre easily enough. " Your up late." She commented, more to make her presence known than anything else.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i've counted my blessings

now i'll count this curse - -

Alexandre was getting rather sick of this bloody book already. It was bothersome enough that the teacher had chosen vampires as their study, making him feel vulnerable to exposure and making it nearly impossible to correct the facts on his essay. But reading it was incredibly hard, as he had to try and overrule the facts in his brain that he'd learned simply from living. After all, the whole thing about vampires being burned in the sun was a complete myth. His brain inserted the random urge to go to the Professor the following day and stand directly in a shaft of sunlight, glare at him for a long moment, then hand him the paper. However random the thought might have been, it was typical for the dark teenager, and a small smirk tugged at the edge of his lips as it crossed his mind. Seeing that he was often introverted, his conversations were often held with his own mind, and he'd whisper aloud to himself often, though only when he knew he was completely alone. He might get a bit of a negative reputation if he sat around the Slytherin common room muttering random things that were bits of nonsense to everyone else in the room. It was hard enough to put up with half of his dormitory mates in general, especially the women, but having them make snarky, sarcastic comments toward his eccentric attitude would surely push him over the edge. And so it was best to simply avoid those situations altogether, wasn't it? He thought so, anyways.

Earlier on, there had been a couple of giggling, gossiping girls who had been going on about how hot some of their classmates were, loud enough for his sensitive ears to pick up on the conversation even though he was all the way down in the common room. Even in Slytherin, some girls were just too much for him to comprehend. It wasn't like he spent most of his time drooling over female assets to his fellow males. Then again, Alexandre was firm in his beliefs against love and relationships of any kind, so it would only make sense that he opted out of those conversations as well. He'd never heard any of them going on, but that may have simply been because the guys managed to keep their voices a little lower. They certainly didn't giggle so much. Anyways, after a while, those girls had left somewhere, providing him with the brief reprieve in which he'd started his essay. Another girl whom he was sure he knew had entered some time afterward, but he'd been too busy trying to come up with a dumbed down sentence for his essay to glance up and acknowledge her presence. In fact, even if he hadn't been busy, there was a good enough chance that Alexandre wouldn't have said or done a thing, because everyone knew how closed off he was. They were practically used to it by now, he figured. It wasn't like he was the only one like that, being in Slytherin.

After the girls had returned, Alexandre paused his writing in irritation, but thankfully, they headed up toward their dormitory, so while he could still catch a few words of their conversation, the rest of it was blocked by the distance and the few walls that separated them. Sometimes he hated having sensitive ears. It was great for eavesdropping when you wanted to listen to others, but not so much when you were trying to ignore them. He'd only got a few more things written down when - "Holy fucking god!" he swore loudly in irritation, expressing the anger that he'd been storing up for them since earlier - a girl came back into the common room yet again. But he relaxed when he realized that she was not one of the annoying idiots, but rather a classmate of his by the name of Marlene. They were more acquaintances than anything else, someone you could say a few words to when you were bored. But being Alexandre, he never remembered their conversations later, because he hardly ever found words to be memorable enough to store in his mind. Especially not from a Slytherin girl who would just as soon jump down his throat if they had conflicting opinions. She commented briefly on how he was up rather later, and he nodded lazily. "Still not finished the essay on vampires," he explained in a flat and nonchalant tone. "Besides," he pointed out emotionlessly, "you're up, as well."

Getting any form of emotion in Alexandre's tone (other than anger and irritation) was nigh on impossible. Sure, he got depressed at times, thanks to his parents' disappearance, but he never showed it. And he most certainly never let it show in his voice or expression. Weakness. He despised it with a burning passion. Yawning slightly, surprisingly feeling a little tired even though he didn't need as much sleep as regular people, Alexandre flicked his wand lazily at the ink bottle to replenish the fluid before he ran out. Sure, it was never as good quality as the original product, he was no master at household spells such as these, but it was better than having to replace it right away. He wrote another couple of sentences without a word. "Finished," he said, more to himself than to Marlene -- this was made clear in the way he was still not looking in her direction. Scanning over it, he figured that it sounded like he'd just picked up all his facts from the bullshit book. Now for that Transfiguration essay that he had due... He pulled out his Transfiguration books and a fresh piece of parchment. At this rate, I'm going to be up all night, he realized, suppressing a sigh.

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[MARLENE IMBER MCKINZIE]

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Marlene would never understand why her female classmates felt the need to gossip about boys. What was so important about agreeing on how hot so-and-so's pecks were. And why in damnation would they look at a guys hands and feets, measuring up to something in their heads. Marlene understood attraction, but not why someone would mention all about it to one's friends. It made absolutely no sense to point out someone you find physically attractive to someone else, who might in turn find them physically attractive too, and would butt in before one was done with them. To Marlene the only thing that could go on between boys and girls, or whatever their sexual preference was, was purely physically. She did not, would not, could not, believe in love. She wrote the powerful emotion off as a excuse that people make to excuse that muggles came up with to excuse their behavior. Those in the magical world who have claimed love is the reason for blah blah blah are simply blood-traitors who've thought it easier to take up the muggle emotion than deal with the concequences. Marlene had picked up that logic from her parents, who did not seem to have an ounce of affection in their bodies. Such emotions were weaknesses, one of her younger year nanny's had drilled into Marlene. A truely good wizard, or witch, has no weaknesses, and the nanny assured Marlene that both her parents were truely good at being magical. Of course now Marlene knew that it wasn't because of their greatness, or lack there of, that they showed no emotions towards their children. It was because they simply and truely did not care about herself, or even their preicious son Jack, the one who had already made something of himself.

Growing up in the McKenzie house had been perhaps one of the loneliest time in Marlene's life. It was almost as if she had raised herself, just useing her parents vast wealth here and there. Marlene's parents had better things to do with their time than rise children. They had a full life without thinking about their son and their daughter. Social events to attend, research for a top-secret job, so on and so forth. So much to do so little time to do it all in, her parents philosphy she was sure. Marlene knew it was not a rare thing for those who were like her family. Wealthy. Pure-blood. Slytherins. The only reasn to have children is to continue the lines on, to not allow their pure-blood lines be diluted. To her parents, their two children were just a means to an end. The whole reason they had been forced to marry had been for children. Marlene reflected on what she knew of her grandparents. It was limited knowledge, mostly due to the fact that her father's parents had died while she was still young, and she had never known whom her mother's parents were. It was not until her first year that she had met her cousin, Gabrielle Olivia Mckenzie, her father's twin brother's daughter. Marlene and Gabrielle had hit it off immidately, and to this day Marlene considered Gabrielle perhaps her one only true friend. Make no mistake, she may consider them true friends, but love wasn't an emotion she figured she would have for her. It wasn't just the love between couples that she didn't believe in. It was love in general. Love between family members, between friends. Any kind of love was a myth in her books.

Marlene brought her sober thoughts back down to what was going on around her. She put her books down on one of the tables in the common room and pulled the chair out to sit down. " There are giggling idiots in my dorm." She replied easily when Alexandre had pointed out that she too was also up late. Her words were spoken just as unemotionally as his words had been. It wasn't the girls that had kept her up but her ownself, the need to finish her paper. She was more than half way through. She didn't care as much about the paper for the Defense Against the Dark Arts paper as she did with her Transfiguration, which she would have to start in the morning some time so that she could go back to the library and get the right book. Marlene settled into her seat and began writing her paper. She was thankful that it was Alexandre down in the common room instead of someone else, because most people would have had a hard time keeping their mouth shut long enough to concentrate. When Alexandre suddenly announced that he was finished, Marlene looked up from her paper a second. " Since your finished, mind if I borrow your book? Mine is telling me that vampires sparkle in the sun. " She questioned. She refused to write anything with sparkle in it for a paper.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i've counted my blessings

now i'll count this curse - -

Alexandre allowed a soft nod to show he'd heard when she explained that she'd vacated the dormitory due to the giggling girls. He guessed immediately that she was sharing a dormitory with the idiot females who had so annoyed him earlier. Speaking of which, his sensitive ears were still picking up on small segments of their conversation. Absentmindedly, he frowned at the irritating noise and rubbed his left ear slightly. It was almost like when a fly buzzed near your ear. Extremely annoying, but you couldn't just get the fly to shut up, could you? Well... you could always kill the intruding creature, but he was almost certain silencing his fellow Slytherin's in such a way would get him expelled faster than anyone finding out about his condition would. He might have commented on how annoying they were being at the moment, but the logical part of his brain registered that she most likely couldn't hear them from this distance. Instead, he just silently willed them to shut the hell up. Now, of course telepathy didn't exist, so this wasn't working, and was in turn just making the dark teenager even more irritated. His slight anger showed in the tightness of his expression, but he figured that Marlene would just assume that he was irritated about having to stay up late and finish homework. That was what any logical person would assume, either that or that he was just an angry person. Both were correct, in this case. His lips parted in another yawn, and he paused in writing for a moment. I hate being tired, he thought irritably.

Alexandre looked up slightly at her request to borrow his book. He smirked slightly and rolled his eyes when she informed him that the book she was reading only spoke of sparkling vampires. He was reminded of that awful muggle book that all of them seemed to obsess over, and he made a disgusted face. "Ugh, disgusting," he replied, tugging the book lightly back out of his back and tossing it over to her. "It's not much better, but at least it doesn't mention sparkling." He would have said that the book was full of crap and lies, but if he'd said that, she might wonder how he knew. And he wasn't in the mood to come up with excuses for his extensive knowledge on vampires. He just, for the second time that night, silently thanked the teacher for picking out a really crappy book so that people didn't play the guessing game with his identity. He went back to the Transfiguration essay, which was on a subject that he briefly remember the Professor talking about earlier. Transfiguration and Potions were his best classes, so he easily recalled the information and started to write. In a brief pause to let his hand rest so that it didn't cramp up, he pulled out his wand and flicked it at a blank notebook some student had left on the table. It turned into a bat, which flapped around the room for a moment before he lazily flicked his wand at it again. The notebook hit the back of the couch and fell somewhere behind it. Alexandre didn't bother using a summoning charm to put it back where he'd found it, he wasn't that nice.

Now, in transfiguring random things such as another student's notebook, Alexandre was not trying to show off to Marlene. Such petty things as showing off were way below his years, he was seventeen after all, not a pesky eleven year old trying to impress the girls in his class. The last time Alexandre had tried to impress a girl had been... actually, he couldn't ever remember a time. Sure, he might have had a few friends before he retreated into himself, but he'd never been one for true love. Alex didn't believe in love. He had been practicing briefly with the notebook to see if he had the proper non-verbal incantation correct, and now that he could see that he did, he went back to the essay, writing a few more things down in his neat script. His parents had always told him that messy scrawls, with the harsh teachers, would get marks taken off your final grade, and so from a young age he'd worked to make his print neat and legible. Alexandre wondered whether Marlene was done her essay yet or not. He knew that she excelled in their class, so he figured she liked the subject, but he hadn't seen her in here earlier working on it. Then again, she might just have chosen to work in the library instead. Alexandre usually did, but it had been too crowded for his liking today, so he'd avoided it.

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[MARLENE IMBER MCKINZIE]

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Marlene had no clue what the girls in her dorm where up too, but she was sure they were still awake and that they were still giggling and going gaga about whatever it was that had kept them away from the room after lights out. While she couldn't hear them going on and on and on, she was sure that the others who slept in the dorms near that room were listening and groaning, putting their pillows over their heads so that they didn't have to hear them. If it wasn't for the papers, Marlene would have still been up in that room. The only difference was, it would be silent. She couldn't tolerate her room mates and when they upset her, Marlene generally used magic to deal with them. Of course that would put the fear of Marlene into them and they wouldn't rat her out out of that fear. Sometimes Marlene wondered if it was good to be feared like that, especially by fellow Slytherins, who should have been able to stand up to her easily enough. It was not as if she held any more magic then they. She wasn't a genious, sure she was training to be a animagus, which was a powerful ability enough. The training was virgous, but she was stubborn, and she would make sure that she suceeded in her indevour. Or at the very least she'd die trying. She couldn't just stop, quit, it would be a shame to the family name, and although she hated the other McKenzies, she was a McKenzie herself and therefore had to live with the name that should continue to be respected. Things were complicated inside Marlene's head. She never resorted to emotional thinking, mostly just logical. She couldn't help the switch in her head that had been left at 'unemotional, prideful, bitch.' It was not as if she had been the one to throw the switch into that gear in the first place.

Marlene noted the look on his face when she mentioned that the book in her possession was talking about sparkleing vampires. She had no idea about the book in the muggle world that was sweeping through the general public. Marlene was not a witch to pay any attention to what was happening to the muggles, because muggle problems very rarely effected the wizarding world. Especially their trends of fashion, books, and whatever else there was to have trends on. Marlene caught the book that Alexandre tossed over to her easily enough. " I doubt that any of these books are very accurate." Marlene commented drily. Like she really cared. Sure it was important to learn what to do with one who was of a different species, but she didn't really see where knowing all the little facts about them was imporant. Like with many other slytherins, she was prejudice against the different species out there, and even those who were suppose to be the same species as herself. She had been bred to have that air of ' I am better than you,' about her, and boy did she. If she felt more sociable, she would be bad off, since most of the school was not exactly a 'Marlene' fan. Which was something she could live with knowing, after all, she really did not care about anyone in the school, besides Gabrielle that is. Marlene opened the book that had been tossed to her, and flipped to a random page and began reading and writing in her paper things she thought the professor would like to hear. Marlene silently wished that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class would be canceled therefore she would not have to be in such a rush to finish the stupid paper.

Marlene looked up from her paper at the sound of something moving. She watched boredly at the notebook that Alexandre had turned into a bat. Although she hadn't looked at Alexandre when he flicked his wand, she did see the bat turn back into the notebook and hit the back of a couch, falling back behind it. She figured that the notebook in question did not belong to Alexandre simply because he made no effort to retrieve it. Personally, Marlene probably would have made sure that the notebook fell into the fire, just because it would have been more entertaining for Marlene when whose ever notebook it was went searching for it, knowing that it wouldn't be there. With another `few sentences, Marlene quickly finished up the vampire essay. Most of what she had written was bull shit, but the professor would just assume she had gotten one crappy book after another, which would definitely be true. Putting the paper to the side, Marlene stretched a bit. It hadn't taken her nearly as long as she knew it had taken the others, simply for the fact alone that Marlene did not care about the class, or the paper. The one class she did care about she didn't have a book for the research, but she remembered the class lecture and had her notes, which she supposed would be good enough for now. Marlene pulled at more sheets of paper, but sighed. Although she loved the class, she did not particularly want to do homework. Besides, if she remembered right, this paper was not even due for another day or so. " If I write another word tonight, I may have to scream". Marlene commented.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i've counted my blessings

now i'll count this curse - -

Sitting there, trying to concentrate on his homework despite the annoying girls upstairs, Alexandre found himself wondering why people always acted as if the two genders were polar opposites. Girls giggled and chatted and gossiped about their hot male classmates, and wondered if the guys they were interested in liked them back. Guys obsessed over the female body parts and debated ways of hooking up with their classmates. Sure, they went about it in different ways, but all the same, weren't they just pursuing the same unattainable feeling of love? And it was unattainable, Alex thought, because it didn't fucking exist no matter how badly they wanted it to. Even his parents had not been in 'love', they'd just decided that they wanted to be together. They never got mushy like a lot of couples seemed to, and Alex often thanked them in his head for that. He had never stumbled in on any awkward moments as a child. His parents had been close friends, at least that was how he saw it. And now, he didn't know what they were or how they were doing, because they were gone, and that was the bitter and awful reality of it. In a not-so-nosy way, a curiosity briefly crossed his mind about Marlene's parents, and what they were like, but of course being Alexandre he kept it to himself and said nothing. That was one good thing about him, he usually didn't use his thoughts to pry into the lives of others, but rather reminded himself how much it annoyed him and only did it to piss certain people off. He was not angry with Marlene and had no reason to try and irritate her, so he kept his nose out of her life, respectively.

Alexandre flicked his wand yet again at the ink bottle, as he had earlier, and absentmindedly jotted down a few more sentences using the book he'd been given to work with. He was getting increasingly more exhausted by the minute, but he was the determined type that, despite how much he loathed work, hated being bored even more, and detention was confined boredom. If he got bored late at night when everyone was asleep, he snuck out of the common room. He wasn't a prefect, and didn't act like a perfect goody-two-shoes. If he landed himself in detention, he was made sit in a room and do something completely against his will, not allowed to leave until the task was complete.... Yeah, he would always rather cramp his hand doing homework than help the caretaker sort out year old files that smelled faintly of dust and old parchment. "That's why class is pointless," Alexandre pointed out with a slight shrug, bringing himself out of his thoughts for a moment as she commented on the inaccuracy of their literature. He was very good at that, being able to go off in his own world and yet recover quickly when asked a question. He didn't even flinch or bat an eyelash, and it was as if he'd been paying attention the whole time. Which of course, being Alexandre, he never paid full attention to the people he conversed with. People were too boring. In fact, he was pretty sure other vampires would be boring as well. This world was boring. Music and his family were the only things that mattered to the teenager. Continuing off of what he'd just said, Alex added, "The shit they make us write isn't even true half the time, so we're just learning lies." And that was why Alexandre didn't understand the point of school. He attended it like everyone else, albeit skipping classes here and there, but he failed to see the point.

"Please don't," Alexandre remarked dryly, his voice bored and laced with sarcasm. He wasn't being rude, nor was he being serious, he was just speaking for the sake of breaking the silence before it turned irritating. Normal people might have added something, like why they didn't want Marlene to scream, but Alexandre was far from normal, so he just went back to his now almost-complete essay. He was making good progress in school, despite his lack of skill in certain classes. It was times like these, when there was nothing to do but sleep or work, that Alexandre managed to scrap a pass in his failing classes. Because he did the work, because he made the effort, some of the Professors excused his abysmal work when he did get lazy and just write random crap that made no sense at all. Alexandre finally wrote the last few words, slammed his quill down a little harder than intended, and knocked over the bottle of ink. Thankfully, it didn't hit his parchment and ruin his work, but he did snap, "Fucking hell," rolling his eyes and flicking his wand to siphon it off the table. Looks like he'd be replacing that bottle of ink anyhow. He'd have to make a mental note to go into Scrivenshaft's next Hogsmeade trip. And he couldn't forget Honeydukes of course. He could never get enough of his candy. He practically ran on sugar. And for once, he hadn't managed to get himself banned from the trip yet. He usually managed to get his first trip privileges taken away for snapping at a teacher or skipping his detentions. Not this year! Mainly because he'd gotten so dark and withdrawn that he didn't even bother the teachers anymore. Alex yawned largely, closing his eyes for a long moment. He could have fallen asleep right there. But alas, he opened them again and instead pulled out his sketchbook. He'd finish the work he started earlier, at least, before turning in for the night.

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[MARLENE IMBER MCKINZIE]

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There were several reasons why class was pointless, Marlene thought to herself. Not just because over half of what they taught you was false, but for many other reasons that she wasn't going to bring up. Marlene was not a fan of class, and really the only one she could stand was Transfiguration, which was her favorite subject, but even that class seemed to push her buttons sometimes. Although she made no comment on what he said, she had heard him. There were times when people talked to her and she simply did not respond to them. Either because she didn't think they deserved her to speak to them, or just because she was in thought. Normally it was because she did not think that the person deserved to hear what she had to say on a subject. Either way, she still heard what they were saying, even if she didn't care about what they were talking about. Most would think she wasn't paying them a lick of attenion because of her 'you bore me' look she tends to get when people talk to her, but she does hear them. His nexts words merriored her thoughts: the school was only teaching them lies. Lies would not be helpful in their future, but that seemed to be what they were teaching them. It was sad, really, that their parents were sending their kids to school to learn important things and the only things they learned were lies. If she cared more about her family, she was sure she would probably talk to them about how they were wasteing so much of their money sending her there. She'd really be much better off homeschooling, like she had been doing before she attended Hogwarts. Except for the fact that if she had to stay home any more she'd probably blow it up, and the family that went with it.

Marlene looked up from her paper when he replied to her words just moments before about screaming if she wrote another word. " Don't worry, its a figure of speech. " 'Screaming is above my station.' She thought the last part, wanting to say it, but holding back. It wasn't like people in her house didn't know that she thought she was better than most people at the school, and even a few fellow Slytherins. Not all people, just most. She was raised to think highly of herself, even if her parents could only ever put her down at every right turn. Marlene pushed aside her paper and laid her head down on the desk, yawning. It was late, and she was tired, but she knew she couldn't go back to her dorm just yet. The girls, no matter how late it was, were still up and talking. They were like this every time they did their whole 'disappearing act' for all of an hour or so. It wasn't as if Marlene didn't know that they had been sleeping with so-and-so, because she did, but tonight she did not have the engery, or the inclination, to deal with them.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i've counted my blessings

now i'll count this curse - -

Oh, just perfect, Alexandre thought, cursing softly under his breath and laying the quill down on the table, pressing his hand to his skull for a moment as it throbbed painfully. He would, of course, have a headache at a crucial time like this, right before he completed an essay. Alex hated having headaches, because they sapped his poetic muse, musical muse, artistic muse, and every other kind of muse there was known to be. Including the muse to write a sensible essay. And he couldn't afford to turn in a paper that was all-around good except for a few failure sentences near the end, he'd probably be accused of slacking off, and then his marks in Transfiguration would drop. "Holy fuck," he commented to himself, rubbing his temple slightly. And it wasn't as if his headaches were soft little pains that you could push to the back of your mind and ignore. They were pounding migraines that made him feel sick to his stomach, and they slammed against his pain trigger every single time he made a sudden movement. And while he might have just tried to use magical means to rid himself of it, even being a seventh year he didn't want to take the chance. He'd rather not sacrifice his intelligence just to get rid of a simple pain, for what if in his desperation to rid himself of it, he directed the spell at the wrong nerve? He wasn't about to make himself brain dead, hell no. And yet... he couldn't go to sleep without finishing this essay.

Alexandre heaved a large sigh. He'd just have to fight past the pain and work slowly on the essay, instead of at the quick speed he'd been working before. That would mean staying up longer than he'd hoped, and he was even more tired now, but he had to get this done. Just like with every other time he'd set his mind to something, he wouldn't stop writing the damn thing unless someone tied him down and forced him to. His stubborn commitment was a major weakness at times like these, he'd made himself sick with it before. Like in his sixth year, when he'd screwed up out on the Quidditch pitch. He'd missed a crucial shot toward the Ravenclaw seeker, and in missing it had cost his team the match. They didn't blame him for it, as it was a near impossible shot given the fact that Slytherin's players were all in close range of the seeker at the time, and he'd risked knocking one of his teammates off their broom. Which he hadn't, but even still. Even without the blame from the others, he blamed himself. It had been a gloomy time of year, and it had rained almost every day, and yet he'd went out every time and practiced until he was shivering and drenched. Ultimately, he'd given himself a severe illness, and had spent an entire week recovering from it in the Hospital Wing. But he'd been proud of himself anyways, because he'd made up for his blunder in the last match when the upcoming one had taken place.

"I'm aware of that," Alexandre replied, still focused on the essay, now turning his quill slowly around in his fingers, wondering how he should word his sentence. Did she think he was stupid, or had she not detected the sarcasm in his tone? Ah well, it didn't matter. Cursing again as his head throbbed, he turned full attention toward his work. He was about three sentences into a paragraph when the sounds of an argument issued loudly from the direction of the boy's dormitories. Looked like he wasn't going to sleep now even if he did finish his essay. Even Marlene could probably hear those two going at it. She might not be able to catch every word however, which Alexandre could. They were bitching at each other over some girl. Each one was claiming that they'd started dating her first. In Alex's opinion, the girl was probably a whore who'd hooked up with them both.

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lyrics! bring me the horizon - chelsea smile
listening to! kill the switch - circle takes the square
word count! 681
outfit! just the standard hog. uniform, except without the robe, just the shirt and pants and tie and such
comments! I rambled a lot >.<