Are You The Rabbit?

[DORIAN SAMUELS]

Dorian’s dark eyes scanned the hallways. He should have been a prefect. He knew it actually but he had never really wanted the position. He had earned it being the goody two shoes he was sometimes but it always seemed like too much responsibility. Not that he didn’t wander the halls enough as it was though. He could rat half the school out for the things that they did if he really wanted to simply because of the time that he spend wandering the halls. It was mostly due to boredom or the simple fact that he needed to get away every now and then. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his friends, because he did. But there were times where he just wanted to be alone. And sometimes you had to find obscure places to do that in. Like the dungeons.

In all honesty, he was in search of the kitchens and an afternoon snack because somehow he had managed to run out of chocolate frogs. He had a feeling that the girls had figured out where he kept his stash hidden because they seemed to disappear a lot quicker these days. All he knew of the kitchen was that it was in the dungeons somewhere. And he was determined to find the place or at least someone else who knew where it was. It had been a few years since he’d heard anything about the location of the kitchens but he didn’t forget things that involved food. However, it seemed like no one really knew the way into the place.

A soft sigh slipped through his lips as he absently snapped the pages back and forth in his current book of choice. He had brought a stack with him from back home, getting tired of the ones in the library. Of course, the new ones were all muggle written and they were a little different than the things that were in Hogwarts library. The current one was about a dark place in London and a detective who could find anything he set his mind to. Very gory and more than a little harsh compared to most stuff that muggles wrote. But he was happy with, happy enough to pack it around with him through the castle, which was saying a lot because he had been pushed around for much less in these parts of Hogwarts. He frowned slightly at the thought and absently checked for his wand in his back pocket before continuing along the rather deserted dungeon corridors. There had to be someone who knew where the kitchens were.

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[CHARLIE ADAMS]

O N M Y W A I S T , T H R O U G H MY H A I R . T H I N K A B O U T I T W H E N
you touch me there. close my eyes, here you are all alone
D A N C I N I N T H E D A R K T E L L M E B A B Y , I F I T ' S W R O N G T O L E T M Y

Charlie had a long morning of classes and she just wanted to go back to her dorm and take a nap until she had to more classes later that evening. She was glad that she had morning and evening classes this semester. Her afternoons were completely open for her to do what her little heart pleased. Most of the time it was used to take care of assignments, or hang out with Holly. Other times she was tormenting lower years just for the hell of it. As she left Transfiguration, she fixed her skirt. It had hiked up while she was sitting. As fun as it was, she was behind on work in that class, and she couldn’t let the cute boys around her get her distracted, but she couldn’t help but distract them.

She tossed some hair over her shoulder and slipped a strap of her bag on it as well, and left the class. Her heels clacked against the stone floors as she walked along the hall. She just wanted to be in her dorm. That’s all she wanted. A nice couple hours to herself. Maybe she’d sneak away to the prefect’s bathroom and take a bath. Most of them had classes now anyway. And even if they didn’t, they never bothered with the bathroom until later at night. She knew how those prefects were. Just because they were all about rules around teachers, doesn’t mean they weren’t troublemakers when the teachers weren’t around. Charlie had walked in on her fair share of…rendezvous of prefects.

As she came to the halls to the dungeons, she couldn’t help but let out a small breath of relief. She was almost there. Her heels continued to clack, hips swaying as she walked. Her eyebrow rose slightly when she saw someone sitting on the floor of the hall. No one hung around these halls unless they were snakes, and she could tell that whoever it was…wasn’t in her house. As she got closer, she realized she recognized the head of hair. She had stared at the top of it quite a few times on different occasions. She didn’t do it because they wanted to. It was more…they both hated each other so much…that it was all pent up and moments together just sort of happened.

No one knew about them, of course. No one could. They both had reputations to uphold, they weren’t about to get them ruined because they wanted to “meet up.” They both knew the dangers, but they were good at making sure no one saw either of them going in or coming out of wherever they were hiding. Her eyebrow rose as she stopped walking. She stood right in front of him and looked down. “What’re you doing down here, Samuels?” She asked, crossing her arms. She hadn’t seen the Gryffindor in a while and might need to change that. As much as she despised him and his house, she could never help herself with her need.

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