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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.


Feb. 2nd, 2009 03:17 pm (UTC)
Blake stared back at Lanisa after she had spoke up. He couldn’t miss the expression behind her eyes, and really felt the need to carry on the conversation. He needed a suitable cover-up. He wasn’t exactly going to spill that the reason behind the awkwardness surrounding their relationship, was that his girlfriend was pregnant by his best friend… “Different in the sense that…” He paused for a moment. “I don’t normally argue with girls, you know? It feels really strange that it’s suddenly happening so much.” Carry on Blake. This story needs more if it’s gonna be believable. “And we don’t have sex… which is driving me insane, if I might add.”

He seemed a lot better when Lanisa went on to talk about her own relationship with Tad. Blake was happy that their relationship seemed to be going fine right now – A drama-free relationship was something he could only dream of. If he was honest, he was beginning to get a little jealous. He desperately wanted the sort of relationship that his best friends had. No arguments would be a nice change…

He instantly stopped acting like a jealous prat the moment that Lanisa mentioned the vampire attacks. It was hard to ignore them… Blake did often wonder how Tad was coping with it. They’d only talked about it once, and Tad obviously seemed pretty worried. There wasn’t much he could say. The vampires for Tad were kind of like the Death Eaters for Blake – There was always the danger that they would come to Hogwarts. It really was hard to ignore. “I really don’t know what I can say to him.” He answered finally. “Saying ‘try not to worry about it’ is easier said than done, after all. I mean what exactly can we do? He’s gonna be thinking about it any moment that we’re not distracting him, isn’t he?” He was speaking from experience there. If Blake wasn’t distracted by his friends or his girlfriend, he would be thinking about Death Eaters. Or the baby. The Death Eaters seemed a little more inviting to think about, sadly.