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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
Feb. 2nd, 2009 03:02 am (UTC)
Lanisa blinked when she realized that her question was being answered by another question. “Well I was in the library working on an essay and I just lost track of time,” she began nonchalantly. “I was hoping to get back to my common room quickly before anyone else saw me, I don’t fancy another detention with Filch, last time he had me in he made me wa- hey! Wait a sec, don’t deviate me from what we were talking about- what are you Blake Parker, doing out here?! Hmm? And don’t use the library as an excuse because that’s where I’m coming from and you were not, for the life of me, in there doing work!”

She didn’t look very angry though, as she was more concerned with her friend’s well being. It was hard to avoid the bickering that Blake and Mags engaged in over the network, and it was simultaneously unavoidable to notice the full-fledged arguments that would often erupt between the two. “Everything going okay with Mags?” she asked him, apparently having forgotten that she had been giving him a scolding ten seconds ago. “I saw her earlier today in the Great Hall… she didn’t look very happy.”

Lanisa wasn’t one to normally meddle into other people’s affairs, but she knew that her friends, whether they were all male or not, needed someone to confide in from time to time. Tad and her had each other for that at least, but who did Blake or Jack, for that matter, turn to? Sure, they could talk to each other, but Lanisa had a feeling that not much ever went down between the two friends apart from general banter and drinks. Jack was another strange specimen… she had tried to talk to him seriously after he and Mags had broken up, but he had insisted he was fine with the whole thing and had carried on as normally as possible. Lanisa still had the feeling that Jack’s carefree attitude was underlining something else…