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Jan. 28th, 2009

Log Title: Holding Pieces of Dieing Ember
Location: Corridors
Characters Involved: Blake Parker (youllbeokay) and anyone else who wants to join.
Summary of Log: Blake can't sleep... again.
Rating: PG

A bunch of things were all adding up together to make Blake Parker frustrated. He was in a phase where school work seemed unimportant. He had no idea where that attitude had come from though. This was his last year in Hogwarts, this was the year that mattered, and yet he couldn't force himself to concentrate on his homework (or any other thing to do with school) for more than half an hour at a time. It was annoying to say the least, especially when he didn't even have a decent enough reason for being so distracted. Or any reason in the first place. He almost wanted to start skipping classes again. He had done a couple of times already, though it wasn't exactly the same as before - This time he was getting told off for it. By either Tad or some teacher. More so Tad. Tad wasn't happy with the spontaneous class skippings at all.

He was moody for no reason. Blake kept snapping at people, be it a teacher, some randomer, or even one of his best friends. Most recently Jack. He had blamed Jack because he had got drunk a couple of nights before. Yeah, blaming Jack was the best idea... Far from it actually. Blake still had no idea why he'd been so stupid to say that. It wasn't exactly Jack's fault that Blake couldn't resist guzzling down alcohol. He didn't half do some idiotic things, sometimes.

And he was craving attention. Not in the cuddles sort of way, he wanted so much more. Half a year and counting. Half a year without sex. Nearly a year since meaningful sex. The more that Blake thought about it, the more he craved it. He couldn't bring it up with Mags though. Definitely not now. It was possible that they could have already passed that stage, had she not been pregnant. It was driving him insane. Every 'what if' scenario was taunting him. If Jack hadn't stepped in, if the Death Eaters hadn't kidnapped him... He wanted to go so much further with Mags, yet it was almost as if he wasn't allowed to. Even a joke about it would upset Mags or anger her...

He always seemed to think up these what if situations whenever he was trying to sleep. And the answers always plagued him, and kept him awake. It was no different tonight. Blake Parker just could not sleep, so he had just been wandering corridors for a while, all well knowing the risk that he'd get a detention for being out after hours. But he didn't care. Someone to talk to at least would have been nice, however it was questionable whether anybody was actually going to be awake or not. Most people tended to be in bed by now.

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jubliantrise
Jan. 31st, 2009 05:20 am (UTC)
Lanisa had burrowed herself in the library, trying to place the finishing touches on her transfiguration essay. With more than half the school year gone already, the pressure of NEWTs was rising and the presence of exams was looming near. Today was her busiest day out of the week, and she hadn’t been out of class till past five… only to catch a quick bit to eat and spend a bit of time with Tad before he scurried off to another Prefect meeting. She had since retired to do some schoolwork, only to catch a glimpse of her watch now and realizing that she had been sitting at this table for hours… and it was well past curfew.

Packing up her things, she quickly slipped out of the library making sure at the same time that she wasn’t seen by Madam Pince, who would throw a fit of rage if she saw any student still lingering around at this time of night. Fortunately the Hufflepuff common room wasn’t too far away from here, so it minimized the chances of her running into anyone who could issue a detention to her, and- was that Blake coming up?

“Blake?” she called out tentatively, approaching her friend. “What are you doing out this late? You know Filch gives a week’s worth of detentions for loitering after hours…” She gave her friend a very disapproving look that was oddly matriarchal at the same time.