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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 09:12 pm (UTC)
Lanisa couldn’t help but laugh when Blake told her that he was often coerced into being Mags’ punching bag whenever Gryffindor did lose a match. “I wonder who might be on the receiving end for Jack’s losses though,” she mused thoughtfully. “You don’t suppose he… well, actually talks to that man-eating spider hat of his? Actually it’s not that hard to imagine him crying to the thing whenever Ravenclaw pulls short during a game… I am slightly concerned with his sanity sometimes.” She shot him a quizzical look when he tried interrupting her. “But she what?”

She was caught completely off-guard however when Blake suddenly pulled her into a bear-like embrace that she even stumbled forward. “W-well I thought Tad might have told you already,” she admitted, but was unable to conceal the smile emerged on her face over the fact that Tad had purposely chosen to keep quiet about what they had done. That to her, demonstrated the signs of respect that her boyfriend obviously had for her. “Maybe you should congratulate him in that case too… or on second thought, don’t do that, he might get embarrassed… especially if you tell Jack!”

She walked silently beside him as he spoke about Tad. Admittedly, she had missed hanging around with her friend too. The inseparable four had been wrenched apart by coursework and looming exams, and it was a real challenge these days to just have a meal all together. Her boyfriend was preoccupied with his endless list of responsibilities, Blake had Mags now and Jack was… well Jack. “And he’s getting tutored by Blair now too, for Charms,” she added to the ever amount of stress her and Blake were noticing in their friend. “Well, he never said that, but I just get that impression from him… he won’t even let a Prefect supervise alone now, he has to pair up everyone and gives himself more work than is necessary. I mean… surely the teachers are keeping a better eye on their students nowadays.”