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Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Light danced beneath the great double doors, sounds perforated through, giddy laughter and childish happiness poured, teeming through, so much so, that the young boy born of fire and death stood statuesque. Frozen. All life seemed at a stand still, time was an essence he could only taste, but never touch, it glided over the film of his teeth and slid down his throat until he couldn’t breathe, all there was, was this.

He didn’t like it.

Barriers thrown up, the walls fortified with diamonds, a charred and bloody hand pulsated before him, a breath of wind grazed his flesh where the magic fluxed and the great wooden door slid to an open without so much as a tangible touch of muscle. Wandless magic, he reveled, though bare and minimum to every degree, but still, he was proud.

His disappearance had been of idle mystery, unsought by the world around him. Regardless, he was back now, wondering what all he might have missed this passing year. The next will be his final, he realized as he strode without a sound disturbing the atmosphere of an enigma coiled around his soul, and he had better make the final year count. Golden insidious eyes washed over the table with regal benign, a trait more often taught than known, as he made his entrance of dutiful silence. Few and far in between had held his interest, some, he lingered, for reasons far too heinous to even speak, and others still, for more wanton and possessive ideals than should be.

Appropriating himself to the center of the darkened table, stormy gray clouds rolling in the utter defeat of his house, he was still proud. It bled through with a wicked smile.

Love interest: No One

Slip out the back before they know you were there

and at the worst you'll see nobody cares,

you don't want to be around when it all goes down...

Silver metallic ice grazed his every feature, scanning, decoding, decrypting, piercing through the golden iron wrought veil that he had fortified himself within. Those golden eyes of his graced her silhouette and absorbed her, aura, soul, and spirit, breathing in the very essence of the young, icy heiress before him. For once not searching for underlying intentions, but freeing himself to the very ideal of her and all she is.

"Too long," Tay reiterated with an acidic smile, a deep golden honey rolling off his nefarious tongue delighted by the aroma whirled from the subtle graze of milky flesh slipping through moonbeam hair.

"We'll have to change that. I've...." He paused, a soft subtle lull trailing off as he decidedly changed his mind, and changed subjects.

"I've spent most my year in the infirmary, wandless magic accident, long story.

"I'm going to be dreading my summer, it seems my father has had it set in his mind that I abandon all fencing and dueling competitions for the summer and concentrate on my search for a suitable... wife.. as is customary for every Duke of Wales. My father was kind enough to spare me the grief of an arranged marriage... but I'm starting to have my doubts that this is easier than what my father had done. He had an arranged marriage."

Jessica Sassareth

Slytherin Prefect, Sixth Year

Jessica was surprised by all of the attention her drew to herself and Marina, and the Prefect began to have a slight blush. Quickly having to field multiple questions and queries, Jess answered Marina first, "I had a good year, and I glad you did well at your classes, Marina," then turning to Eretria, "And I guess you can say that I've had an interesting day, Eretria."

Then turning toward where Ronyo, arching an eyebrow, "And, I take it you have a 'thing' for redheads. Planning on your own 'Redheaded League'?" Jess flashed her fellow Slytherin an impish smile.

How did we get here? When I used to know you so well?



Marina snickered at Jessica's redheaded league joke. She relaxed slightly, feeling slightly less vulnerable now that she was with friendly faces. She didn't really know Etretia, but the third year seemed okay. She supposed her red hair did stand out, contrasting sharply with the black uniforms. Of course it just made her look even paler, but that was the Irish genes surfacing. "Oh so now I'm a 'lovely lady'." she teased. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Storm."

Ronyo laughed as the two girls both showed they were true red heads by not simply allowing comments to fly un-apposed. It was nice to be able to smile and laugh again with a group of friends it had seemed like so much longer than a year from when Ronyo last felt like doing such. It looked like everyone was making an appearance at the feast this year, even those who had been gone for most of it seemed fit to show up to help send off the school year. Looking back and the now three girls talking around him he found himself unfittingly graced by those who were decent and good natured within the Slytherin ranks. He had to address each in turn but was more than happy to do so.

"I seem to..." Ronyo was going to say attract red heads to him but somehow he felt that was not the right words to use in this situation, "be lucky in being able to have such friends. If I was going to start such a team they would be the most feared and best looking group in the castle," Ronyo hoped that wasn't too much either, he found himself oddly out of his natural ability to give heartfelt comments for some reason.

"I don't flatter Marina, I only tell the truth and on occasion it happens to work in such a way. I hope you had a good year for your second go. Next year is where the true fun begin, electives and new spells that seem too good to be true at times, and I also suspect there will be a few moments to truly shine and help were is needed," It was really the closets Ronyo could speak about the Chimera Club even in front of Eretria and Jessi, although if Ronyo's idea worked out for Jessi she would learn about the club in due time.

"It's not really all that bad, sometimes in the face of true defeat is where you find your greatest moments to shine, and you can't win them all you know. Next year I plan on a different story unfolding for our fair team. It will be Vanessa and my last year on the team so I think winning the whole thing would be a nice graduation gift for us. I have a few new drills I'm working on to better help your endurance and hand-eye coordination during games. It will be tough but I will be doing them right along with all of you." Ronyo had a feeling the next year's Quidditch games would be quite different than the previous ones, he could fill it deep down and he knew it would be a good year for the silver and green.