Historically Dull

[Larissa Sedgwick]

A light morning drizzle settled upon the window panes of the Durmstrang Institute, staining them like tears. The night had birthed distant rumbles of thunder, which had cracked, come the early morning. Now the world outside the windows, was dripping. Great drops of icy water, rolled off the roof and onto unsuspecting passersby. Larissa stirred within her bedclothes, becoming further cocooned in the thin white sheet. She found herself jerking awake as something crept through the open window. The black raven was holding a thin letter in its beak. Larissa opened her eyes, piercing blue morning light filling her eyes. She managed to glimpse the creature that had awoken her, and have a slight moan as she fell back against her pillow, trying to bury herself in her bedcovers. Ted was not willing to be ignored, and he glided to her bedside table, knocking over the photograph. He dropped the letter onto Larissa's covered shoulder and let out a squawk. "Alright!" Larissa snapped, removing her bedcovers from her face and picking up the letter. She reached a hand into the small jar of treats beneath her bed, and handed one to the raven. Ted snatched it from her, looked to the letter, and flew back out of the window.

With a new year, came yet more lessons to attend, and even more homework to do. This was the reason why Larissa had not wanted to get up, this was the reason why she was trying to hide away, even though she knew that, what with being Head Girl, she needed to attend her lessons, and be on time. Larissa sat the photograph back up; a man with dark twists of hair, black clothes and and mysterious eyes was looking out of the picture at her. It was one of the few pictures Larissa had of her father, and she couldn't help but notice certain similarities in appearance between him and another man she knew. Not opening the letter, knowing only too well who it would be from, Larissa pushed the envelope inside of her pillow and got out of bed. She sighed to herself as she made a quick check on the time. Her first lesson of the day was not far off..

".. And I want that completed by the end of the lesson. No 'if's, no, 'but's. This is your N.E.W.T year, and I expect the very best from you all." Larissa rolled her eyes as the professor finished a drawn out lecture on the day's lesson. Larissa had already made many notes, as she knew they would aid her in the History of Magic essay that they would, no doubt, be set at the end of the lesson. Slowly she began to work, attempting to translate her notes into something resembling a page on the subject. She could hear the many quills in the room as they scratched through the silence. Larissa dipped her own quill in a pool of liquid darkness, hoping to write several more words- but a large, black blotch fell onto the page and splattered between two words. Larissa took a deep breath, blinked at her page, and heaved a sigh as she glanced about to see who else was not still writing page after page of inky black words.

 

[Andrew Sedgwick]

Andrew was sure what had happened last night had ether been a dream or a mistake. Why would he, the Head Boy, have allowed a young girl to roam the corridors at night? And why, had he petrified her? It may have been Chyou, his current girlfriend, but he was dissapointed in himself. He had let himself and the school down through subjecting to his feelings. That was a matter in itself though. He wasn't sure if asking Chyou to be his girlfriend had been the best idea ether, and prehaps the two of them didn't go well together?

Andrew could study if he wanted to, but right now he wasn't in the mood. It had been late last night and he didn't get to sleep for a long time, only to be woken again this morning by the loud thunder than threatened to jump into his room. He wanted to do something different. He no longer wanted to spent his days with his head in books, instead he wanted to go out there and actually make something of himself. Too many student these days were just throwing their lives and grades away, and Andrew knew that those who simply became a shopkeeper or something wern't filling their full potentials.

As the Professor told them to work, his eyes flickered over the page of messy handwriting. He'd already had a go at this yesterday, and his scribble already took up half the page. Picking up his quill again, he wrote another line. The silence that filled the room was almost unbearable, and Andrew couldn't stand not being able to breath through fear of being shouted at. He looked across the room subtly, moving only his eyes, not his head, to see who else was writing. He caught sight of the blonde girl he'd met a year or two ago, the one he'd tried to block out. The experience with her had only left him feeling used, and up till now he'd had a good stream of being able to ignore her, despite her veela powers. When Andrew caught sight of Larissa again, he immediatly turned his full attention back to his work. He didn't want to know that girl. He took another sneak peek, not able to help himself, and he noticed those two blue eyes that had once attracted him to her in the first place. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself back to writting, instead, he continued to gawp at the girl across the room..

 

[Larissa Sedgwick]

They may have been Head Girl and Head Boy, but Andrew and Larissa had avoided one another for some time. The last time they had properly taken notice of each other was a long time ago when Larissa had been out to flirt with every boy she met. Larissa had felt someone's eyes upon her, and she had found herself turning her head to find those eyes belonged to none other than Andrew Spinnett. She had not intended to grab his attention, but now that she had it, Larissa wasn't going to just ignore the fact. After all, if she did not thrive from the attention of males, here and there, she would not have been the Poison Veela.

Larissa flashed Andrew a small, pearly white smile. It wasn't like she had any other plans for the day, so why not tease the Head Boy, a little bit? She did manage to get her head down to work for another few minutes, before the professor finally declared- to the delight of so many present, that the lesson was now, at last, over. Larissa did not hesitate to pack away her possessions and swing her messenger bag over her shoulder. She streamed out of the classroom with the other students, however, once outside, she waited beside the door for Andrew to make an appearance. Well, she had plenty of time before her next lesson.

As more students filtered by, Larissa kept her shining blue eyes wide open and on the lookout for the Head Boy. She did soon see him, and she made a point to give a light cough in the hope of attracting his attention, once more. The first day back doing lessons could soon become one of the more amusing days of Larissa's school life.

 

[Andrew Sedgwick]

Andrew looked at his work, trying to ignore Larissa. It was painful, the ticking seconds that were never ending, and Andrew almost had his breath held when finally it was time to leave. Andrew was first up and out of his seat, but after dodging the bag that swung over Larissa's shoulder, caused him to drop his things again. He sighed, picking them up and making his way out the classroom behind everyone else. Thankfull that she'd finally left.

Just as the relief was coming back to him, he caught a glimpse of bright blonde hair waiting for him outside. He ducked his head, trying to go with the crowd and hoping Larissa wouldn't notice. He didn't want to be strung by her again. Last time that had happened he'd be left feeling used and unimportant. Thoughts about quidditch entered his mind, trying to distract him from the strong glow that he was gradually edging nearer and nearer to.

With the instinct of just walking out, he suprized himself at stopping right in front of her, staring straight into her eyes. He caught site of those familiar blue eyes, and almost like a curse, found himself unable to move. So much so the professor of their previous lesson had to nudge him out the doorway just so they could close the door. Andrew stared at Larissa, waiting for the other students to dispear down the corridor. "What do you want" he forced himself to ask, wondering why she'd ever want to come near him again. Afterall, it had been her who'd pushed him away before.

 

[Larissa Sedgwick]

Larissa gave Andrew a cheeky grin, her eyes sparkling with interest. He was fun to tease. It wasn't his fault, it was just fact. He amused her, and him being head boy, capable of getting her into serious trouble if she did something wrong around him, only added to that spark of fun. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, mocking a hurt emotion, "Oh, it's like that, is it?" she said, putting one hand on her hip and flicking her hair as though she found this very offensive, "I thought you liked me, Andrew?" She took a step closer to him, "I thought you liked me like I like you.." Larissa was right in front of him, suddenly moving her head towards his. She was about to kiss him. On the lips. Did this mean she really cared about him? Did she really like him? She had moved her face close to his, the bridge of her nose resting against his. She was going to do it. She was going to kiss him..

"Only joking," she smiled darkly, stepping back from him and practically beaming. Larissa decided to take a moment to look Andrew over: He was not particularly unattractive, and the head boy and head girl status only encouraged Larissa to misbehave around Andrew. She wondered what life could have been like if she had been serious about kissing him, if she had gone through with it. Larissa shook these thoughts from her head. She had Mark, didn't she? She had her wonderful saviour who had proven he would kill for her. She should be teasing Mark, not Andrew. But where was her saintly Mark? Why was he not by her side? Why was he never there when she needed him? Even filthy blood had been there more for her. As much as being a Death Eater in training meant she could not truly befriend him, she could not deny Robert of that.

"So, Mr. Spinnett," Larissa purred, "are you going to put me in detention?" She gave a slightly cruel laugh and one-handedly stroked the side of his face. "I wonder how life would have been if things had been different the first day we met.." And then, Larissa did something really stupid; she looked Andrew fully in the eyes with her bright blue ones. Perhaps she was just seeing her own veela blood reflected in her eyes? That was surely more likely than her finding him a little attractive, right?