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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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youllbeokay
Feb. 2nd, 2009 10:34 pm (UTC)
“I don’t think I’m ready to even begin to consider who he vents to… Seriously, nobody out there can match Jack’s crazy. But really… I wouldn’t be surprised if it was man-eating spider hat… He treats that bloody thing like it’s his own child!” Greaaaat, thoughts going straight back to the baby again. It was even worse when Lanisa questioned what Blake was going to say beforehand when he cut himself off… There really was no way of escaping this. But he could trust Lanisa not to say anything about a topic such as this. “She’s already had sex, so it’s not a case of not being ready I guess… and we almost came close once, way before we were going out, so…” Okay, he definitely wasn’t going into that any further. It was embarrassing enough the first time, other people did not need to know the reason behind why they stopped. “Anyway I don’t think Jack knows that I know he slept with her so… Let’s just not say anything about this to anyone else.”

“Hell no Chick, he tells me hardly anything these days.” Sometimes it seemed like Tad had gone back to being as quiet as he was before they were even friends. Blake felt distant… but that wasn’t really Tad’s fault, was it? It wasn’t Tad’s fault that Blake seemed to be spending every waking moment with Mags Rowley… “First thing I’m doing tomorrow morning though… Imagine him waking up to ‘OH MY GOD TAD YOU’RE NOT A VIRGIN ANY MORE YAY PARTY TIME’, he’ll be bloody mortified!” This was obviously all the more reason to greet Tad with said wake up call.

“It’s good that he’s being careful and all, but… He really needs to loosen up a little, doesn’t he?” He sighed. With no particularly useful ideas for helping Tad wind down, there was only really one thing that he could think of. “Hey maybe the four of us should go sit in the tree sometime soon… We haven’t done that in bloody ages, must have been last year at least… We really need a day just to relax and talk like we used to, you know?”