Slytherin Common Room

[Blake Deimos]

Blake walked into the common room with trouble but made it and went directly toward one of the tables, choosing a more secluded one to set all his books down upon. He carefully moved his arms and sighed as he pulled his hair back to get started on his work.

[Blake Deimos]

There were a multitude of parchments arranged in a specific order on the table as Blake dipped his quill and started in on his essay. He was intently searching the lines of open books and arranging his introductory paragraph into the essay, a finger sometimes tracing the very line he was on to not lose his place in going back and forth.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake shut about half of the books on the table and piled them up to scoot them aside; he left the commons to go to his trunk and retrieve a few of his own books, bringing them down with his hand wrapped in a handkerchief and opening them up to replace the empty spots the other books had been in. He went back to work.

[Blake Deimos]

Pursing his lips to gently blow at the ink, Blake was done with his essay. He'd revise it now and another time tomorrow when he hadn't seen it in a while so his mind was refreshed and not thinking about something he had recently written. Looking through the books he found his black leather bound book and flipped it open to write about today with his quill already poised when he found the handwriting to be much too feminine as neat and effeminate his own was. He stopped and dropped the quill back into the ink well carelessly, thumbing through the pages. Now he wasn't fond of cursing and very much avoided it when he could but this wasn't one of those moments, "Oh bullocks..." Someone had his book. He had things in there not meant to be read! Who the hell had it?! Throwing the book down on the table, Blake knocked over the stack he made and looked through the pile frantically.

[Blake Deimos]

He hadn't found his book and he was close to hyperventilating, face pallid and hands unfeeling. Where had he dropped it? Where had he lost it? That book had his life at Hogwarts written in it. He wrote it in at night when he felt he had the need to speak. Now it was gone-- lost dare he say it, somewhere in Hogwarts castle and he doubted that sentient being he insisted lived within the walls could help. He buried his face in his hands and cursed again while sitting upon his knees in a sign of defeat.

[Blake Deimos]

Lips tightly sealed, Blake grudgingly groped about to gather all of the spilled books and pile them again. His essay was dry, that was a positive in an otherwise hopeless evening. He needed to find his book tomorrow and no later than tomorrow.

[Blake Deimos]

After gathering everything into one handful he very carefully edged up to the dormitories and nudged the door open somehow, getting in and dropping it all while minding where his parchment was so it would not get bent and crumpled. Blake arranged his books and all of what he brought, then returned to his armchair in the common room with a book to read having left the journal that was not his tucked out of sight and away anyhow. It was someone's.

[Blake Deimos]

Reading the last of the pages in his book was all it took for Blake to start nodding off. He set it aside gently and got up to retrieve a blanket to curl up into when he returned to his armchair and tucked his feet in. The last thing he thought about was finding his book if it was the last thing he did all weekend.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo walked through the common room and left.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake returned to the common room and immediately took residence in his armchair while clutching the journal that wasn't his forlornly. He looked down to it every so often and even let his fingers wander to the spine, to the edges, down the loving wrinkles of the leather, Merlin he wanted to read it. Holding the thoughts and emotions of some complete stranger was so tempting and he never realized that until now. How seductive the human mind was and probably all for survival, for the pure sake of allure to fornicate.

[Blake Deimos]

His fingers slipped into the cover and pulled it back slowly to reveal the first page that was written on. It was a really beautiful, her (he assumed) handwriting. He had never seen anything like it. It was so stylized, it just spoke volumes of originality. Biting his lower lip he cautiously skimmed the first lines with curiosity..

[Blake Deimos]

Blake shut the book having very lightly skimmed and shut his eyes in remorse. He just invaded the sanctity of someone's mind. Oh dragon's droppings. He tucked the journal away safely under his arm and went to grab his materials and Potions essay to sit at the table he had been at yesterday and revise it while cross referencing his facts. He was debating on telling the owner he skimmed or lying regardless if they asked or not if he had opened it. Honestly, he would lie if he wasn't a believer in.. karma. It would come back at destroy him in some way-- he just knew it.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake finished and laid back in his chair staring at the black leather bound journal that wasn't his. He put it on top of his dried essay and just watched it as if it would come to life and reprimand him for every opening its delicate covers and revealing what it had to say. If he apologized to the book, that'd just look silly. He'd have to apologize to Charlotte. Gathering everything was all he did as he silently retreated upstairs with his things and the single thing in his possession that did not belong though it was not entirely unwelcome, just unnecessary.

[Theodore Nott]

Theo came into the common room and took a seat on the couch. His arms were still scratched and he had small scrapes on his face but he decided to leave them. He didn't care enough to do anything about them.

[Lydia Evans]

Lydia wandered down to the common room, her nose buried in a letter from home. She yawned and stretched a bit, noticing Theo. She wandered over with a smile, sitting next to him. "Hullo love."