pick me up some bottles of booze.

[ADRIAN MARKUS WILLIAMSON]

PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE ,
when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade,

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Overall, it had been a hectic day. Fumes of deadly potions nearly making him pass out, getting his ear sliced off in Defense Against the Dark Arts and if that wasn’t bad enough—that bloody poltergeist Peeves had decided to finally get revenge on Adrian for the bubblegum stunt he had pulled months ago. Covered in gooey ectoplasm, Adrian stalked down the seventh floor corridor; his hazel-green eyes burning with vehemence—as he muttered swear after swear under his breath. Most people that loitered the halls gave him peculiar looks, some had the indecency to even stop and point—bloody hell, at this rate—Adrian would be bound to hex someone, to make an paradigm out of them; but somehow, he held that rather rancorous feeling back. Instead, he used his rather fucked up mood in an attempt to push his legs faster and by some point—Adrian was actually sprinting towards the boy’s bathroom, intent on sourgifying the lot of this untidiness off his skin. He really had no idea what he had done wrong for his day to—well be so bloody messed up, but, Adrian sucked it up and blamed it on his ever mounting bad luck. Ever since the moment he broke up with Mathelda Vane, he was being more and more accustomed to bad fortune—it made Adrian wonder whether or not the crazy witch hexed him or—mixed something in his drink to make him suffer for the duration of two weeks. But then again, knowing just how utterly batshit crazy she was, Adrian wouldn’t put it past her.

The senile woman had even taken a habit of stalking him in the halls and more than once Adrian had been forced to hex her—as unfortunate as it was—Adrian couldn’t help it. He had politely requested her to stop many times, but the witch was clearly delusional enough to think that Adrian running away from her somehow meant that he wanted to conquer in some kind of Amazonian mating ritual. Fuck that bitch was crazy. Adrian walked—often looking behind his back to see if he was being followed, but thankfully, the corridors were empty behind him; the only thing that watched him now were the portraits, which he didn’t really care for. The portraits had seen worse—in fact, Adrian could remember jacking off in the prefect’s bathroom—right in front of that bloody mermaid portrait—it was a bit awkward—yeah, but it wasn’t as if the mermaid could talk and tell people what he was exactly doing. And if it did—so what, he was a bloke in every single right of the word—if he wanted to stop in the boy’s bathroom in mid afternoon to have a wank, he was more than entitled to. It wasn’t like he took some girl in there to bugger her silly, Adrian was respectable enough to keep all his sexual exploits to his hands. They weren’t half bad after-all and as jacked up as it sounded, he was actually waiting for the right girl to come along and until then, he would have his wonderful hands to keep him company. Adrian supposed it was a bit pansy-ish but then again, there were many blokes like him that were waiting before impaling their dicks inside the first easy Slytherin—Adrian, unlike them, had the balls big enough to admit it.

Finally reaching the alcove of the boy’s bathroom—Adrian rushed in—not bothering to see if the door closed behind him. He tossed his heavy rucksack of books aside and pulled out his wand from his back pocket. He had the sheer tendency to avoid wand safety rules. For as long as he could remember, he had been tucking his wand in his back pocket for ages and never once did he get his arse blown off. It was all just a bloody hoax to get prudy-finger-up-their-arses wizards to follow some idiotic sets of rules that weren’t even real. Shaking his head—in a rather offhand way, Adrian pointed his wand at the valley of his chest, murmuring a silent “scourgify” in his wake. As soon as the word left his lips—he could feel a cold spot spreading across the likes of his chest—all the way down to his tows—washing off the ectoplasm that Peeves had dumped on him. “Bloody poltergeist,” he muttered aloud, not really caring that he was probably talking to himself. After he was all set and clean—Adrian brushed down his sides and as he made to pick his rucksack up from the bathroom floor—he felt a slight pull in his bladder. Well since he was already here… there was no point in not pissing, clearly since the urge to drain his Hungarian horntail plagued him now. Walking toward one of the far off stalls, Adrian leaned forward, unbuckling his trousers and pulling out his flaccid penis. Tossing his head back, he took a hold of the head and aimed it directly into the loo and letting out a breathy sigh—Adrian enjoyed the blissful relaxation of a mid-afternoon piss.

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TAGGED;; ariel !
WORD COUNT;; none
WEARING;; naked?
NOTES;; sorry for the awkward situation.
FINISHED;; yes !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

[ARIEL EMILIA GARRISON]

Walking the corridors as Ariel had a free period and wanted to roam around, perhaps get some fresh air and study underneath a big oak tree near a spot deemed safe for her by one of her favorite teachers. As long as course she was studying and nothing else. Carrying her bag over her shoulder, while her nose was stuck in a book about potions, and her thoughts didn’t seem to really comprehend anything that was going on in the chapter she was reading. Thoughts drifted in and out, people were pissing her off as of late she needed to find someone to vent too, really the only two people she hung out with where her best friends; Kayah and Adrian, they knew her better than anyone else did at Hogwarts. Drawing her fingers through her long blonde hair, she caught a glimpse of a figure that looked very much like Adrian run into the male’s bathroom. Arching one of her neatly trimmed eyebrows, Ariel decided she needed to talk to someone and who wasn’t a better selection then her best friend?

Smiling, she rounded the corner and headed towards the bathroom. Looking around, ensuring that no one else was about to enter and especially to make sure the teacher’s were not around to get her in trouble. Really didn’t want to get a detention, the only time she ever did get one was if she was with her best friends. Thankfully, they hadn’t gotten caught smoking pot or drawing up on the potions she made because neither of her friends managed to pay attention in class like she did. Perhaps she was just a book worm and wanted to get along with everyone around her, hence why she was a Hufflepuff but her life wasn’t that fun compared to Adrian’s or Kayah’s. Sure if they had it their way and they didn’t met at such a young age, they would not of hung out with her. But thankfully for her, they met her earlier on when they all were going through there awkward stages in life. Actually, she was still going through the oddness of teenage life because she hadn’t ever kissed a boy—Kayah made sure she was aware of this simple fact whenever they go together for their sleepovers with just the two of them prior to Adrian popping in on them. But it was all in good faith, for they would always end up making fun of each other in the end.

Inhaling a deep breath of air, Ariel nudged the door open that lead into the boy’s bathroom. Thankfully this time around it didn’t smell, for other times she followed Adrian into the bathroom it reeked of crap and urine. Ariel held no shame of entering this sacred space that so belonged to the opposite sex but seriously, she had an older brother and growing up she grew attached to him. Anthony was her protector, and even though she could perform magic while he was just a squib it didn’t change the small fact of how much she loved her brother and protected him. Propping herself on top of the counter top, she noted that all of Adrian’s stuff was all over the place, smiling, she just laughed. “You know Ad, you really should be neater with your stuff---those books of yours are going to get ruined before the end of the year and I am sooo not letting you borrow them.” She said with a foolish grin on her face as she heard him pissing but that didn’t affect her any bit. Meanwhile, her bag of books dropped down to the floor with a loud echo ringing throughout the room.