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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i didn't give life to you

but you took it from me - -

Given his condition, Alexandre found it extremely hard to sleep every night. Being a vampire, he did sleep on occasion, but he didn't need as much sleep as most mortals to function properly in every day life. So he often found himself awake during the middle of the night while the others in his dormitory were fast asleep. He usually didn't long for the company of others, but that was because he could simply go out on the grounds and entertain himself. Thanks to the stupid rule that you couldn't leave the dormitory after a certain time, Alexandre was bored out of his mind and half wishing that he was able to fall asleep as normally as everyone else. This was the reason he managed to pass all of his classes, even the ones he wasn't so good at. His condition gave him extra hours of time to study and finish his homework. But he'd finished everything he'd needed for the day. So he was not only free from the perilous load of work that had been due, but he most likely wasn't going to need his free periods during the following day. But that was alright, he'd probably just spend time on his broom out at the pitch, practicing hard for the next match. Quidditch was the one thing at this school that he gave his utmost dedication to, besides hovering protectively over his younger sister of course. No one in their right mind would touch Amerie if they knew she was related to him.

This thought made him smirk softly as he finally gave up on trying to fall unconscious and slipped quietly out of bed. Alexandre made a decision right then that he might regret later, depending on how many prefects and teachers were wandering around -- he was going to sneak out onto the grounds and play his guitar. His musical attachment was a dirty little secret which he kept from the rest of the Slytherin's, not wanting them to shun him for liking muggle bands and playing a muggle instrument. Quiet as a mouse, he dressed in his Alesana shirt and a pair of muggle jeans, looping the lime green and black studded belt around his waist and putting on a pair of light blue converse. He gave the area around him another rather self-conscious glance. If anyone were to see him like this... he'd most likely have a lot of explaining to do. Not that he really gave a damn what others thought about him, but it would make it a lot harder to just slip through the year unnoticed if they knew that he shamed the pure-blood beliefs of most Slytherin's. Sighing in relief when he realized that no one had stirred, he grabbed his bag (which held his sketchbooks and other non-school-related possessions that were small enough to fit) and gently tugged the guitar case from under his bed, wincing when it bumped against something.

"Stop being so paranoid," he chastised himself, "no one's awake at this time but you." Trying to mentally reassure himself of this fact, he left the common room quickly and used his sensitive hearing to make sure there was no one walking down certain hallways before he darted down them, heading for the main entrance. He crossed his fingers, hoping that it was unlocked. It was! Glad of his triumph, he strode quickly over to the lake and sat down under a large, shady tree, pulling his guitar gently from it's case and playing a few chords. He made a face at the sound, tuned it a little, then tried again. Satisfied now, he started to play a song, relaxing instantly as he slipped into his favorite (and secretive) past-time.

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lyrics! hello fascination - breathe carolina
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word count! 623
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comments! right, so alex is in a much nicer, approachable mood when he's with his music. i'd prefer if a hufflepuff of ravenclaw joined this, someone who he might accidentally find himself getting along with more than usual. i warn you, he'll be embarrassed that said person has found out about his not-so-muggle-hating-ness.

[DOMINIQUE LOUISE WEASLEY]

It was unusual for Dominique to be awake at such an hour. She thrived on sleep, and without a good nights kip she could be unbelievably grumpy and intolerant of the slightest thing. During her Prefect rounds Dominique would end up becoming bitter and nasty towards those she caught breaking the rules. People attempted to take advantage of her good nature - those that knew Dominique were aware of her optimistic attitude - yet they would find themselves ten house points down and awaiting a detention with a Professor. Over time the students had learned to not expect favours from Monique if they were caught out of bed after hours. She was merciless on lack of sleep, and by god did everyone know it. Her Prefect rounds had been the night before, and now Dom lay in her four poster bed staring angrily at the ceiling.

This was ridiculous! By rights she should be fast asleep now, but alas, Dominique found herself unable to drop off into a slumber. She felt exhausted from last nights rounds, however she could not lull herself into a deep sleep. Her anger grew as the minutes passed and she continued to stare at the darkened ceiling of the dormitory. The sounds of her dorm mates breathing reached her ears, and this frustrated her even more. They were able to sleep yet she could not! She scowled in the darkness - eyes unable to focus on anything other than the blackness in front of her face. Finally, after another ten minutes of lying there awake, she rolled over onto her side and grabbed her word. One flick of her other half caused the curtains to pull back noiselessly, and she sat up. It didn't take the Ravenclaw long to detect her robes by wandlight, and she pulled them over her pyjamas. With slight hesitation she pinned her Prefect badge back onto her robes. Maybe if she was caught the Professors would believe it was her night on patrol.

Dominique had barely been out of bed for five minutes and she was already feeling lively. Her previous dark attitude disappeared as she thought of patrolling the corridors, especially as she was not required to preform her Prefect duties (after all, it was her night off.) The seventh year made sure her thoughts did not linger on her lack of sleep - she suspected her foul mood would return if reminded of her little rest. The Ravenclaw Common Room was deserted, the fire nothing more than dwindling ashes in the grate, and as she passed through onto the main corridors she found that they were also clear of any living things. Dominique darted down hallway after hallway, checking to make sure they were empty before moving quickly through them. It wouldn't do to be caught - her exhaustion had passed and she felt alive.

Before she knew it, she'd found herself stepping outside into the grounds, and she breathed the fresh - but cold - air deeply into her lungs. A relaxed smile appeared on her lips and she twirled her wand between her fingers as she walked down to the lake. Professors barely patrolled the grounds, especially during the colder months of the year. During the summer they might, but even then the teachers grew lazy as the end of the year approached. She drew closer to the water and could see the dark liquid lap against the shores of the lake gently. Her posture became rather relaxed and she hummed gently, only stopping when the sound of a muggle instrument reached her ears. Dom knew some muggle instruments - after all, her grandfather was muggle obsessed. Stepping closer to the trees her eyes scanned the darkness, and lifting her wand she saw a figure sitting under a shady tree, illuminated by her wandlight. "Alex?" she gasped, shocked to find her former Slytherin friend wearing muggle clothes and playing a muggle instrument.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i didn't give life to you

but you took it from me - -

Alexandre tended to go off in his own little world when it came to music. That was why he loved it so much, because it calmed him and allowed him to feel more like himself. His life was a constant facade of normality, when in fact he wasn't normal at all, and so it was very draining to force humanity. Though he'd never admit it freely, he often envied his schoolmates, because the worst he'd seen any of them dealing with was being part Veela, and that was hardly something that they had to keep a secret. All that did was make them more appealing. His affliction -- because it was more like an illness than a species in his eyes -- made him want to sink his teeth into the flesh of his fellow students. That was a hard pill to swallow. And when he played his music, he got a brief and welcome reprieve to all of those draining worries. Embarrassing as it was that he, a pure-blood Slytherin, played something invented and usually only held by a muggle, it gave him that answer he'd always been looking for. Sketching helped a little bit as well, but music was just so much more to the dark teenager. So he forgot to worry about being caught as he continued to play, switching from soft melodies to strong rifts and then back to the soft stuff again for a while. He let his emotions flow into the instrument, and his passion for it showed in his relaxed expression as he closed his eyes, forgetting where he was in the heat of the moment...

Until, that is, someone decided to come along and shine their wand light on him. He stopped playing, about to open his eyes and tell whoever it was to mind their own business, unless it was a teacher. Then he'd most likely just sit there and wonder how the hell he was going to explain the situation. But of all the people, he did not expect the friendly ex-friend of his, a Ravenclaw student called Dominique. Things had been sort of awkward ever since he'd stopped talking to everyone who had once been a friend of his, and seeing that she was on that long list, the awkward feeling hit him even before he realized she'd just discovered his little... obsession. And as soon as he realized that, a deep red blush colored his pale cheeks, incredibly noticeable. "D-Dominique!" he stammered, sounding a little frustrated. "W-What the hell are you doing out here?" It was true that she could ask the exact same thing of him, especially since she was a prefect and he wasn't, but he was so flustered and sheepish that he hardly let his mind register the details of the situation. He quickly placed the guitar back into it's case and stood to his full height, which was over six foot, I might add. He opened his mouth to say something else, then closed it again, not exactly sure what to say.

Now, Alexandre was usually a very forward, blunt and self-confident person, and he'd had no problems brushing most of his friends off as if they'd only ever spoken once or twice. And if he'd hurt any of them, it hadn't bothered him at all, and he felt nothing when he passed them in the hallways. But with Dominique, it was slightly... different. He'd always felt a little more comfortable around her, maybe because of her house. She wasn't in Slytherin as he was, so he had always felt safer about not being judged. Alex hated being around those that judged every little fiber of his character, it made him feel awkward and uncomfortable. And awkward was exactly the way he was feeling now, because he'd severed all ties with Dom at the beginning of the year. Oh, and not to mention because he was standing in front of her in muggle clothing. Taking an awkward step back and bumping into the tree as he did so, Alex searched for any sort of words to worm his way out of the moment. Finding none, he blushed harder and quietly muttered, "I swear, if you tell anyone about this..." He trailed off, but his point was clearly made.

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lyrics! hello fascination - breathe carolina
listening to! see above
word count! 714
outfit! shirt
comments! ahw <3 he's so adorably awkward haha

[DOMINIQUE LOUISE WEASLEY]

Never in her wildest dreams would Dominique imagine coming across a Slytherin dressed in Muggle clothes and playing a Muggle instrument - a Slytherin nonetheless! It just was unnatural and ... wrong. Slytherin's were not supposed to like Muggles, hence their blood superiority beliefs and pureblood status. Even if a Slytherin mentioned anything Muggle related to her, she'd be shocked, but this? This was extraordinary, even for Dominique to witness. The shock was overwhelming the seventeen year old, and all she could do was stand there staring with a bewildered expression at her ex-friend with wide eyes. In the dark she could not make out the words on his Muggle shirt, and even when she raised her wand higher she still couldn't read them. The light from the Lumos spell wasn't as bright as she hoped, and she frowned into the darkness. She'd gathered it was Alexandre from the stillness of his playing of the Muggle instrument. She could practically feel the suprise - dare she say embarrassment - radiating from the Slytherin.

Even in the black of the night she could see the colouring of Alex's cheeks, and she took a step forward. Her wand illuminated the Slytherin more clearly, and she was a) glad that it was Alex so she hadn't just made a fool of herself for calling a random person 'Alex' and b) shocked that it was Alex, Alexandre Blackthorn, the Slytherin! The wandlight shone directly onto his face, and realizing that she was probably blinding him she dimmed the light slowly and took another cautious step forward. He was a Slytherin, thus becoming unpredictable. She did not want to be hexed in the dead of night. "Nice to see you too," she replied, the corners of her lips twitching. The shock she'd had when first encountering Alex was now fading and being replaced with amusement. "Well, I'm out having a stroll, as people do," she answered his question, vaguely pointing in the direction of the lake. "But the real question is, what are you doing, Mr Blackthorn?" Now the shock was gone she decided to play with his mind for a bit. She may be a Ravenclaw but she had the Slytherin sadistic streak in her. Maybe she'd make him believe that she'd deduct house points or assign him detention.

Dominique watched as he stood up, remembering just how blood tall he was as he towered above her. A frown twisted her smile, and she pouted at the Slytherin. "I see you're still taller than me then," she muttered, a hint of bitterness lacing her tone. Dominique still couldn't understand why Alex had pushed her away at the start of the year and stopped talking to her. It had stun - she hated it when friends ignored her for no reason - and she gathered that he'd done the same thing to all of his friends in other Houses also. And none of them knew the real reason either. The threat in his words was made less intimidating by the blush that accompanied it. "And what will you do?" she mocked him, rolling her eyes at her own bitterness. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone," she continued, "Everyone has their little ... quirks in life, and I guess we've found yours." She couldn't help it. No sooner had the last word left her lips, she erupted into laughter.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i didn't give life to you

but you took it from me - -

Still blushing madly, Alexandre bit his lip as the awkwardness rushed over him again. She was being surprisingly civil given the treatment he'd graced her with since the beginning of the year. He knew that if, before he'd done so himself, one of his friends had started ignoring him without reason, he would have been incredibly angry, and would have told them so. She had taken it better than most of the others had, and perhaps that was another reason why it was harder to mistreat Dominique as a pose to all his other ex-friends. He shifted awkwardly where he stood and swallowed hard, wondering what to say or do. Should he just pull out his wand and threaten to jinx her? She'd most likely believe him, considering he was a Slytherin and they were nigh on famous for pulling out their wands and cursing the living daylights out of friend or foe. Plus, she was shining her wand light in his face now, making his head hurt from the blinding brightness and giving him a perfect reason to curse her. Come on, Alexandre! his conscience urged himself snidely. Don't tell me you can't stand up to a girl! But even though Alex disregarded the whole 'you can't hit a girl' rule, because some of them would slap you as soon as look at you, there was something about Dominique that made him feel... guilty about thinking so negatively. He couldn't hurt her, if only because they used to be friends, even though they weren't now. He wasn't mentally satisfied with this excuse, but he'd come up with a better one later. "Can you point that thing lower?" he asked, and he was glad when his voice came out as it normally would have -- snide and cold, with that sharp air to it. "Unless you're trying to blind me."

Still confused and flustered about running into her, Alexandre shook his head sharply when she said that it was nice to see him, too. "I never said it was-" he started hotly, still blushing a deep red. "Oh, forget it," he practically growled under his breath, irritated now. He hated it when he got all awkward around people, because this sort of lacking in social skills was a weakness, and weaknesses were not something Alex flaunted. He'd love if everyone were able to believe that he had none, because then they wouldn't look for ways to break the tough outer shell that he'd formed around himself. Getting close to people, warming up to them, it would only get him hurt in the end. He'd loved his parents very dearly, and he would have died for them. Even though he'd been reluctant to give up his life and normality, he'd allowed his father to pass on the vampirism that had carried down their family line for generations. He'd given up humanity for them, and then they'd disappeared, never to be seen again. He often sat and wondered if they'd left him voluntarily, or if they'd been killed or taken by force. Not knowing was one of the worst sensations, and Alexandre was desperate to find out. And in the mean time, he wasn't going to make friends, because if they had the chance to hurt him, it would be the same thing all over again.

Not knowing.

Alex frowned. "As people do?" he repeated with skepticism. "It's not like we're even allowed out here," he drawled, and it was in that moment, a split second before she spoke again, that he realized that she was a prefect. It had never mattered before, if she'd caught him sneaking around the grounds, because they'd been close friends. But now... it would provide her with a good opportunity to start getting even with him, wouldn't it? And that was when she spoke again, sly in confirming his fears. "You wouldn't," he said darkly, but there was the slightest flicker of nervousness in his voice. "If you rat me out Dominique, you know they might suspend me from Quidditch!" There was a soft note of desperation in his voice as he went on to say, "And that would mean the Professors finding out about..." He trailed off, but the deep red that colored his cheeks once again perfectly signified that he was talking about the guitar and clothing.

Caught off guard about her comment on their varying heights, Alexandre showed the rarest hint of a smile, something he hadn't done in months. But he quickly wiped the expression off his face before she got the idea that he was warming up to her. He would not make friends. This was something Alexandre was adamant about. No. Friends. "Still taller," he said, nodding nonchalantly. "If you tell," he said, still with the same darkness in his tone, "let's just say I'll make sure that you regret it." Even with his blushing, his tone was lethal. The blush deepened greatly when she called his hobby a 'quirk', but he couldn't help but sigh in relief. "I owe you," he admitted grudgingly.

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word count! 844
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comments! maybe they should slowly become friends? I DID say he was going to have ONE friend, and that would be so adorable haha

[DOMINIQUE LOUISE WEASLEY]

-- dominique louise weasley

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The amusement that now overtook Dominique was overwhelming, and she just couldn't help but think of what led her here to witness this extraordinary scene. For once in her life Dominique was satisfied with her lack of sleep - especially as she got this as a reward! However, underneath all the amusement lingered her hesitation of talking to Alex. She wasn't sure where she stood in regards to friendship, and felt unsure about how to approach him. Sure, she was talking to him normally, civilly even, but that was a facade. The one thing that Dominique had perfected over the years was her facade. For a Ravenclaw she was strangely cunning, and deep down she knew that if she hadn't been placed in Ravenclaw she almost certainly would have been sorted into Slytherin. Despite her extreme happiness and friendly attitude, she was able to hide all her emotions behind a mask and turn into a completely different person. This was the only Slytherin aspect of her personality, and whilst it was only one thing it was a major part of being a Slytherin. Over the years Dominique had become very conflicted over her own personality, and often questioned whether she'd been placed into the wrong house.

Even in the darkness, Dominique could spot the darkening of Alex's cheeks, instantly implying that he was blushing. Despite the obvious blush staining his cheeks, he managed to make his words sound cold and detached - like most Slytherins acted like. Dominique rolled her eyes, lowering her wand slightly yet still blinding Alex slightly. "You never know, that could be my actual aim," she replied back just as cold. Now the shock of seeing Alex was wearing off, her anger was now approaching. Dominique was irritated - no, pissed off - at being ignored with no good reason. It wasn't wise to aggravate the seventeen year old: she was good with spells, and would probably win every single duel she'd participate in. Dominique wasn't one to boast - a trait of her's that wasn't actually Slytherin - but in regards to her spell casting she couldn't help it. She was a mean hexer, and Alex knew that. Even now her fingers twitched slightly against her wand, and she fought to keep her mind clear of the spells she liked to hit him with. Knowing her she'd accidentally cause a non-verbal spell. She was distracted though, as he grew flustered in front of her. Dominique was good with people, and it showed. A rare smirk crossed her lips and she giggled quietly. "Aw, have I confused you Alex?" she asked him, cooing slightly.

The comment of not being allowed out after hours made Dominique roll her eyes in frustration. "I'm a Prefect, unless you'd forgotten that as well," the bitterness was back, and she bit her lip to stop herself insulting him. Dominique had to keep constantly reminding herself that she was outside in the dark, with a potentially dangerous Slytherin in front of her. Her dark side came through, and she thought of what would happen if she did rat him out. It'd give her a deep satisfaction of having gotten her revenge on the friend dumping Slytherin, but she knew in the long run she'd end up feeling incredibly guilty. Guilt sucked, and Dominique had experienced her fair share of it in the past. "Maybe you deserve it," she spoke, her emotions taking control, "After all, you've pissed off a lot of people so far this year and I know they'd be glad to see you in detention," she glared at him, muttering a quick spell to brighten her wand. Pointing at lower at the ground, she glared up at him and refused to back down. "So what if the Professors know, some are muggle-born you know!" She was getting angry now, and you could tell just by looking at her.

Dominique swore that she saw Alex smile, but she was unable to guess whether it was a figment of her imagination or if he actually had smiled. She settled with it being a figment of her imagination - it made him easier to deal with if she believed he was just angry and antisocial, unable to be nice and friendly. Dominique snorted at his adamant threat, once again the threat made less intimidating by his blush. "Dear, no one ever makes me regret anything, including you," she smirked, "Besides, I'm sure I'd kick your ass in a duel." Without realizing it Dominique had started up the friendly banter that had occurred between them before the summer. Before he'd literally become a recluse and decided to ignore her.

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i didn't give life to you

but you took it from me - -

Narrowing his eyes when Dom pointed out that it might just be her aim to blind him, Alexandre then rolled them and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood for arguing this late at night, it would just set his temper off and then all the yelling and jinxing would most likely attract the attention of someone up at the school. Not only would everyone find out about his secret, but he'd be stuck in detention, and probably with Dominique, as if alone wasn't bad enough. He didn't believe that she was on duty tonight, because he'd snuck out last night as well, and he'd caught a glimpse of her, so he was pretty sure that today just might be an off day for her. Not that someone like Alexandre cared whether someone sneaking out was a prefect or not. Abuse of power, but whatever. He just didn't like the idea that she could report him, because even though it would mean he didn't have to hide his secret anymore, he would no longer fit in where he belonged. He had been chosen for Slytherin, so it was his mindset that he should start acting like one, or at least pretending to, in case people started to get the idea that he belonged in a different house. He didn't want those sort of rumors clouding the judgment of others around him. Even the thought of that was awful, and as he lost himself in it for a moment, the blush slowly faded from his cheeks, and he couldn't help but frown deeply.

"I'm not confused," Alexandre snapped bitterly, and he momentarily forgot to be embarrassed as anger flared up in his gray eyes. She was provoking that old temper problem of his, and if she pushed him too far, she was going to have to meet her match in the whole dueling thing. He knew that she was really good, but so was he. Offensive spells were one of his better points, because he had to 'keep up with the Joneses' as they say, being in Slytherin. They were good at cursing and hexing people, so he taught himself how to do it, too. He wondered if Dominique figured that he doubted himself so thoroughly all the time. Slytherin's came off as prideful and cool, and so did Alexandre, to fit in, but could she see past it? No, he doubted it, no one could unless they caught him completely unaware during an emotional moment. And he'd only ever cried once or twice. He'd been brought up to stop himself from crying, because it only showed others how vulnerable you really were. Remembering his father's words put a small spark of pride back into his flustered mind, and the intensity of his glare strengthened. Whenever he thought of them, he was most often able to overcome his troubles. They might have gone, but they'd left him with that. "I'm irritated, there's a difference," he finished coolly.

"Prefects can only wander around like this when they're on duty," Alexandre shot back, indirectly letting Dom know that he suspected she wasn't. He despised the use of power over him, and it showed in the way his lips pressed together tightly. He was resisting the urge to jinx her, as he would have done to anyone else in such a situation. But he kept reminding himself that they used to be friends, so he couldn't bring himself to hurt her in any way. Sure, they were evenly matched, but if he managed to catch her off guard with at least one spell... Stop thinking like that, he demanded of himself. The more you fantasize about cursing her, the more likely you are to do it. This thought in mind, he forced himself to bring his hand away from his pocket, where he'd absentmindedly already started to reach for his wand. "If you think I did it out of spite, you're wrong," Alexandre snapped through gritted teeth, regretting the words the minute they were out of his mouth. He'd just hinted to her that there was a much deeper problem in his life than he was letting on. Idiot! he snarled internally at himself. "Just forget what I said," he muttered under his breath.

"Not all of them are muggle-born," Alexandre retaliated. "And I'm sure even they would have a laugh, a Slytherin dressed like one of them." His tone was bitter and icy. And if that wasn't enough, what she went on to say practically challenged his strength, and sensing the almost joking tone in her voice, he accidentally let his guard down for a moment. "Yeah, sure you could!" he mocked, and his eyes glinted with faint amusement. Then he realized that he was letting old memories get the best of him, and he broke off from the joking with blunt intent. He couldn't allow himself to do this anymore.

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listening to! nothing >.< youtube's still frozen
word count! 819
outfit! shirt
comments! it sucks i'm sorry >.<

[DOMINIQUE LOUISE WEASLEY]

-- dominique louise weasley

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Dominique smirked again at his words. "Yes, you do look irritated as well," she commented with a smile. Despite her random outbusts of anger, Dominique was determined to be as nice to Alex as possible. If she couldn't get him to tell her why she'd been shunned, she'd at least try and be as nice as possible towards him. Her aim was to guilt trip the poor boy, but there was a very slim chance of that happening. He was a Slytherin, after all. And Slytherin's were notorious for their lack of conscience. However, Dominique had always liked to believe that Alex had some sort of conscience, no matter how small or in what form. After all, he had befriended her - a Weasley daughter! She had expected all Slytherins to hate her during her first year of Hogwarts, but she was surprised to find herself becoming friends of some of the Slytherin students. "I'm sorry to say that I think you're more confused than angry, Alex," she commented with a bright smile.

Her smile turned into a frown at the mention of her Prefect duties, and she scowled at the Slytherin in front of her. Dominique was in someway bipolar - one minute she'd be ecstatic, and the next she'd be downright miserable. She confused herself at the best of times. His words sparked her curiosity, and hope, as he breached the subject of ignoring the Ravenclaw. Dominique was hoping that he'd explain exactly why he no longer talked to her - she knew they hadn't been best friends before, but Dominique had liked to believe that they were close in some ways. "No, I'm not forgetting it," she spoke, looking up at him, "I want to know exactly why you're not my friend anymore. If it isn't out of spite, what's the reason?" That was it, she'd made up her mind. Dominique was a stubborn girl, and whilst her determination occasionally paid off she often found herself irritating those around her. Stubbornness was a dangerous trait, and could often land the seventeen year old into trouble.

The bitterness in his tone made her frown, and she cocked her head to one side. "Y'know, there isn't anything wrong with wearing Muggle clothes, even if you are a Slytherin. I even wear them sometimes, and my mother's Fleur Delacour!" Dominque's mother was insistent on her children wearing beautiful robes from France. Whilst Dom did appreciate the beauty and kindness from the gesture, she often preferred to lounge around in her sweats and hoodies. Similar to Alex, Dominique had a liking of several Muggle bands, but she'd only heard their songs a few times, and only when she was home alone. Besides, it was impossible to get a Muggle radio working at home. She'd tried, and failed. Alex's retaliating banter dragged her out of her thoughts, and she grew irritated when he suddenly reverted back to his cold and distance self. She dropped down, sitting down on the floor and crossing her legs. The grass was damp and seeped through her robes, but she ignored it. Laying her wand gently on the ground, she looked up at Alex (he seemed like a giant now) and raised an eyebrow. "Are you gonna join me or alert some teacher to yourself being out here? After all, you do make a mark on the horizon."

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theNOTES; CRAAAAP D;
theCREDIT; miaaa <3

[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i didn't give life to you

but you took it from me - -

"I told you," Alexandre repeated adamantly, the anger starting to intensify his tone, "I'm not confused. I'm sure you are," he had, after all, ditched her with no given reason and simply refused to explain since the beginning of the year, "but I'm fine, now. You took me by surprise. That's all." She had done more than take him by surprise, she'd frightened the hell out of him with her random intrusion, but he was of course much too proud to admit this to the Ravenclaw. He didn't like to tell anyone that he was caught off guard. That was a weakness. She of all people should remember from the times they'd spent hanging out that Alexandre never showed weakness to anyone if he could help it. He also never knew when to quit. He'd driven himself to his limits and tried to push past them on more than one occasion. He didn't like to be defeated, no matter who it was by. Even back when he'd still considered himself as someone allowed to have friends, if they challenged him to a duel, he'd either have to beat them or get himself hospitalized or rendered unconscious trying. When he failed the Slytherin team in Quidditch, he felt like it was all his fault, and he'd wear himself out every day in practice until he made up for it in the next past. His determination could be seen as a strength, but it could also become his demise if he took things too far. But it didn't matter to him anymore, because that was who he was. And there was no point in trying to change things now.

Alexandre sighed heavily as Dominique demanded a reason for his treatment of her. It was true, she and all the rest of his friends had a right to know. But he wasn't going to tell them. He might be nice enough to avoid starting a physical confrontation with Dom, out of respect for what had once been, but he wasn't going to admit the two main reasons why he'd randomly severed all ties with her. If he told her that he was a vampire, she'd probably want to stay away from him anyways, and he wouldn't object to that. But then there was also a possibility that she'd accidentally (or perhaps purposely if she grew angry enough with him) leak the information to others, and then he'd be in serious trouble. And his parents disappearance? That was a subject he wasn't going to breach with anyone, as well. It caused him too much pain to talk about their absence in his life, and his mixed emotions on the subject made him feel vulnerable. Vulnerability was a hated, wretched feeling which he couldn't stand, and so he was going to avoid it if possible. "I can't talk about it, Dominique," Alexandre said firmly, and there was a hard mask of pain in his eyes, but his face remained emotionless. "It's not something I can tell you." That, at least, was true. He wasn't doing it to hurt her, even though he knew that he probably had. He had ditched most of his friends to save himself from the pain of arguments, break-ups and what have you. He'd broken off with a few of his friends, like Dom, to protect them. From his blood lust. From his unpredictable anger. Just... from him.

"Not to the other Slytherin's, it isn't," Alexandre argued quietly, looking away from a moment and instead studying the bark of the tree, which he was leaning against. The weight of the emotions he was working so hard to suppress was slowly tiring him out, but he wasn't going to let it show. He kept his expression hard and unflinching. "Yes, but I'm sure your parents are more accepting of it, aren't they?" After all, her family were Weasley's. If he was not mistaken, her grandfather dabbled freely in muggle affairs. But that was another thing about Alexandre's own parents. Even though they were a proud pair, they had accepted his strange hobbies, embraced them even, and his father had encouraged the love of music. His grandfather wouldn't allow him to step across the threshold of the Blackthorn Manor wearing clothes like the ones he had on now, and Alexandre had to hide his guitar, and play it only when his grandfather was out of the house. It was a depressing home life, much in contrast to the one he'd led before, and he wasn't about to admit that. Sighing, Alexandre gave in and sat down, leaning his back against the tree. Even sitting down, Alexandre was taller than Dom, and though the thought of this amused him, it didn't show on his face, and he said nothing.

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comments! he probably won't mention anything big in this thread. but maybe if she found him at a more vulnerable time, he'd accidentally spill everything XD And then he'd sort of accept her friendship again

[DOMINIQUE LOUISE WEASLEY]

-- dominique louise weasley
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Dominique decided not to push her luck anymore on the subject of his confusion ... or the non existent confusion according to him. She'd already angered him enough tonight and whilst Dom did enjoy winding people up, she knew when she'd reached their limits. After all, she did have George as an Uncle. Most of the children of the newest Weasley generation had a certain liking for practical jokes and pranks - Dominique being no exception. Dominique had grown up being the victim of the jokes curtsey of her cousins, and also dishing them out to her unsuspecting family members on more occasions then she liked to remember. So by the time she'd started Hogwarts, Dominique was well aware of how to wind people up, and she knew when she'd taken it too far. Now she could tell that it would be best for both of them if the subject of confusion was dropped. Alas, Alex's words contradicted Dominique's plan. The subject of confusion was not to be dropped, it seemed. "Of course I'm confused," she sniffed, willing for Alex to explain more. "Surprised, ha," she muttered, an unwilling smile working its way onto her face. "You were scared, admit it!" Dominique was excellent at reading peoples emotions - as she liked to say.

The determination to keep the real reason from Dominique was clear in Alexandre's voice, and she frowned at the boy. She hated being kept in the dark more than anything in the world. Being a Ravenclaw contributed to her desire for knowledge, and any small fact or trivia she could get her hands on. This whole 'no longer friends' situation seemed like a goldmine to the seventeen year old. Whilst she was more concerned for Alex, a small part of her mind was excited at the prospect of learning exactly why he'd severed ties with her. She'd ran through all the possible reasons in her head, and the only sane one she could come up with was her heritage. Yet it had never affected their relationship before, so Dominique had already found a major flaw in the one sensible reason she'd managed to think of. Another slightly sane idea was the fact she wasn't a Slytherin, but that seemed quite ridiculous. After all - Dominique knew that Alex wasn't at all fussed by the House rivalry. Granted, she wasn't entirely sure if he had any Gryffindor friends. He was a Slytherin, and they were notorious for their hatred of Gryffindors. Besides, right now it seemed like Alex didn't have any true friends to speak of. "It has never stopped you before, and I fail to see why it's stopping you now," she replied firmly, refusing to back down from this nonsense. Her stubborn streak was once again making itself known. "You can't keep everything to yourself. Alex, we're both well aware that you're not an idiot. Surely you realize that it's a stupid gesture to keep things hidden from everyone," she was trying to convince him, but knew she was probably failing.

Dominique hummed in agreement at the mention of her accepting family, and a smile crossed her lips. "That's true. Granddad does have an insane obsession with Muggles. You should see their house," she giggled. Like every other family member she'd witnessed her grandfathers shed where he kept all his Muggle collections. Despite only being seventeen, she knew far more about Muggles than her grandfather, and she'd been brought up in a wizarding household. "Although they'd probably frown on me playing Muggle instruments all the time," Dominique was aware that her grandfather would encourage it to no end, but eventually the rest of the family would possibly grow fed up with a Muggle instrument - excluding her Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione, obviously. She was glad that Alex chose to listen and sit down, and the emotion was clear on her face. However, you could see she was in deep though and the hesitation made itself known when she opened her mouth. "Can you play again, please?" she asked him sheepishly, "What I heard sounded pretty good ..." she trailed off. It'd be nice to witness a Slytherin playing a Muggle instrument so well, and Dominique was hoping he would oblige to her command.

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theTAG; alex
theSTATUS; finished
theMUSIC; n/a
theWORDS; 707
theNOTES; my muse is dead. dom will be pretty obsessed with knowing that alex can play - after all, he's a slytherin XD
theCREDIT; miaa <3

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[ALEXANDRE GRYFFIN BLACKTHORN]

- - i didn't give life to you

but you took it from me - -

Alexandre was surprised that Dominique had admitted so readily to her confusion, but he only showed it with a slight cock of the brow. He wasn't one to show much emotion for anything, unless on the rare occasion he stayed in an argument long enough for someone to set his violent temper off. He was pretty sure that Dom had never seen him when he was truly angry, else she wouldn't even try to push her luck with his irritation. He turned from an emotionless, quiet Slytherin into a raging, violent boy who would kill as soon as look at you. And this was also very dangerous, given a certain weaponry advantage that he had over most of his peers, the fangs. That was another reason he tried to avoid social confrontation as much as possible, especially with the Gryffindor's. Being the arch rivals of his own house, there was even more possibility of a fight, and dueling was something he hardly ever allowed himself to do. He got incredibly competitive when his pride was on the line, and he refused to stop until he'd run himself into the ground. He wondered to himself, did Dominique take all of this into account when she teased? Did she often wonder why he tried to change the subject away from her jokes and irritating comments? Or perhaps, being raised around the pranking Weasley's, she knew what she was doing. At any rate, she was lucky that she hadn't pushed him over the edge just yet.

"I'm admitting nothing that isn't the truth," Alexandre replied firmly, and he was thankful that, awkward moment having passed, he was able to keep the blush from rising in his cheeks. Yeah, she'd scared him pretty bad, but now that he was calm again, he wasn't going to let her get to him, not if he could help it. She was doing a pretty good job of keeping him here however, Dom was. If it were anyone else that had caught him out here, he would have upped and left by now, humiliated or not. He honestly didn't even have an answer for himself on why he stayed. Especially when, even as he was thinking about it, she started to badger him about why he wasn't her friend anymore. He debated telling her just to get some sort of a negative reaction, a hesitance, but disregarded the thought almost immediately. "It wasn't always an issue," was his simple and flat response to her pressing words. And this was the truth, after all. Before, he'd been normal. His temper had just meant they might argue a little. But now things were different. "Trust me, the minute they aren't hidden anymore, you'd figure out immediately why they were." Leaving it at that, such an ominous sentence, he left the subject alone and lapsed into a dark, uncomfortable silence for a moment.

Alexandre's lips twitched slightly when she mentioned her grandfather's house, but he didn't smile, not quite. Smiling had been a rare occurrence even before he'd... changed. And now, a good mood was nigh on impossible. He was sure Dom noticed that not only had his attitude toward her changed, but so had he. His brooding, his personality, his secretive words. And if she could see it, others would too. He didn't know if he could hold it in forever, with so much pressure on him. But he was going to try. God damn it and he was going to try as hard as he could.

Surprisingly enough, when Dom asked him (sheepishly) if he could play his guitar again, he didn't outright refuse and tell her to drop the subject. Since she wasn't going to tell anyone about his secret anyways, did it really hurt him if he deepened the gap between himself and what was considered a 'normal' pure blood. She didn't mind, obviously. And there was no one out here... it was incredibly tempting. After all, his music was something he was obsessively passionate about. He wanted to play it for all that wanted to hear, but he'd been forced to keep it to himself. It was hard. So, quietly, he gave a small nod of decision and lifted the instrument gently from it's case. It was about three years old, but he had cared for it so well that it almost seemed brand new, save for a small nick in the center of the neck from when he'd tried inexpertly to change the string that had snapped. It took him a moment to get over his hesitation, but once he put his fingers to the strings and strummed the first time, he didn't stop. The testing strums melted into a full-blown song, and something about him changed. He relaxed, visibly, and seemed more normal than he had in months. And, closing his eyes as he got more into his music, he even managed a soft smile, though he didn't realize that he was showing any form of emotion at all.

After he'd finished the song, he was blushing again, but this time it was the sheepish blush of a musician awaiting the opinion of the audience. "I, ah, wrote that," he admitted rather awkwardly after a pause.

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listening to! bruised and scarred - mayday parade
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comments! - jumps up and down - Alex is so ADORABLE sometimes XD