Liam Nightray
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Liam Nightray had never been one for socializing; in fact, he hated everything that had to do with going out and meeting people. He hated any social activity, hated talking, and on top of all, hated being in close proximity with random strangers. He hated noise and crowded places, yet, the fifteen year old found himself in the middle of it all. He had no choice though; this type of celebration had been his family's annual tradition. Every year the grand gates of the Nightray manor would open to welcome the chosen guests for the family's grand party. It wasn't that his family was generous. No. The Nightrays were far from that. The truth was, these parties were just a way for them to show off their wealth and status. Liam never did enjoy it though. While the other members of his family might enjoy being showered by all those attention (especially Madame Red), he didn't. He hated them. He had no choice though, being a Nightray, he was required to attend it whether he wanted it or not.
Liam tugged at his scarf as he threw a disgusted look at the crowd. The room was like a coliseum, it was huge yet cozy. The chairs were covered with white and black garments. On the center of each table lies a candle surrounded by bouquets of red flowers. The grand chandeliers were splendidly hanging from the high ceilings. There were chairs on the south most part of the room. Some who didn't like to dance stayed there, yet, it was mostly unoccupied as most of the guests were either in the middle of the room swaying to some music, or were in the corners talking about stuffs he didn't bother to know.
The Slytherin frowned as he continued to drag his cousin with him. Ria. He hadn't seen her for years and Merlin did he not think that he would see her now. Yet, there he was, dragging his cousin by the arm while gracefully dodging the random strangers that would occasionally block their path to try and talk to him. The boy quickened his pace and tightened his hold on his cousin's wrist. The girl from before who dared to accuse his cousin of being a half blood stayed rooted on her spot. He heard her shout something but he didn't bother to turn around. Fleas like her didn't deserve his attention after all.
The boy's pace began to slow down a little as he reached the west part of the room. He touched each curtain until he felt a doorknob and opened it. As he did so, it connected them into a place so cold yet serene. The moon was in its perfect full and the stars were shining so brightly. The place was indeed calming.
Liam let go of his cousin's wrist and walked towards the fence of the balcony that was wrapped with tiny red flowers, leaning forward a little to rest his elbows on it. He stayed quiet for a moment, not bothering to answer his cousin as he looked upon the view full of trees and ground covered with thick blanket of snow.
"You should really stop with that," he started, his tone flat as he continued to gaze at the view before him. His scarf was now hanging loosely on his shoulders. "Stop apologizing when it's not your fault, it's annoying." He finished without any change in his tone, resting his chins on his palm, not even sparing his cousin a glance. "And don't flatter yourself. I didn't do that for you." With that, he cocked his head a little to look at her, one eyebrow raised with a mock bored expression in his face.
"What are you doing here?" The girl had been gone for years. No letters, no communication at all. Of course, her younger brothers would talk about her from time to time, but being who he was; Liam never did attempt to ask them about her. It wouldn't be like him to do such thing. But there were still times when he would wonder where the girl had gone off to. She just disappeared on them without a word, and the elders didn't really bother to tell them about it. It was like she wasn't part of their family at all.
The fifteen year old was about to add something else when the balcony door slammed open, blowing off the curtains at the process to reveal one of their uncles, Sebastian. "How dare you show your face here?" the man shouted, not caring if he would get the attention of everyone inside the room. The old man was known for his hatred of muggles and his violent tendencies. Though Liam didn't particularly care about his relatives, he hated this man. He had little to no memory of his past, but somehow, he knew he didn't like this man. The little memory that he had of his relatives include this man being really cruel on him and his cousin when they were young. He had been one of those who talks about how the girl was a hopeless case and how she was a disgrace to their family. He had been one of those who smirked and laughed when the others were not looking when his parents had died. Liam wanted this man dead.
<i></i>Liam tugged at his scarf as he threw a disgusted look at the crowd. The room was like a coliseum, it was huge yet cozy. The chairs were covered with white and black garments. On the center of each table lies a candle surrounded by bouquets of red flowers. The grand chandeliers were splendidly hanging from the high ceilings. There were chairs on the south most part of the room. Some who didn't like to dance stayed there, yet, it was mostly unoccupied as most of the guests were either in the middle of the room swaying to some music, or were in the corners talking about stuffs he didn't bother to know.
The Slytherin frowned as he continued to drag his cousin with him. Ria. He hadn't seen her for years and Merlin did he not think that he would see her now. Yet, there he was, dragging his cousin by the arm while gracefully dodging the random strangers that would occasionally block their path to try and talk to him. The boy quickened his pace and tightened his hold on his cousin's wrist. The girl from before who dared to accuse his cousin of being a half blood stayed rooted on her spot. He heard her shout something but he didn't bother to turn around. Fleas like her didn't deserve his attention after all.
The boy's pace began to slow down a little as he reached the west part of the room. He touched each curtain until he felt a doorknob and opened it. As he did so, it connected them into a place so cold yet serene. The moon was in its perfect full and the stars were shining so brightly. The place was indeed calming.
Liam let go of his cousin's wrist and walked towards the fence of the balcony that was wrapped with tiny red flowers, leaning forward a little to rest his elbows on it. He stayed quiet for a moment, not bothering to answer his cousin as he looked upon the view full of trees and ground covered with thick blanket of snow.
"You should really stop with that," he started, his tone flat as he continued to gaze at the view before him. His scarf was now hanging loosely on his shoulders. "Stop apologizing when it's not your fault, it's annoying." He finished without any change in his tone, resting his chins on his palm, not even sparing his cousin a glance. "And don't flatter yourself. I didn't do that for you." With that, he cocked his head a little to look at her, one eyebrow raised with a mock bored expression in his face.
"What are you doing here?" The girl had been gone for years. No letters, no communication at all. Of course, her younger brothers would talk about her from time to time, but being who he was; Liam never did attempt to ask them about her. It wouldn't be like him to do such thing. But there were still times when he would wonder where the girl had gone off to. She just disappeared on them without a word, and the elders didn't really bother to tell them about it. It was like she wasn't part of their family at all.
The fifteen year old was about to add something else when the balcony door slammed open, blowing off the curtains at the process to reveal one of their uncles, Sebastian. "How dare you show your face here?" the man shouted, not caring if he would get the attention of everyone inside the room. The old man was known for his hatred of muggles and his violent tendencies. Though Liam didn't particularly care about his relatives, he hated this man. He had little to no memory of his past, but somehow, he knew he didn't like this man. The little memory that he had of his relatives include this man being really cruel on him and his cousin when they were young. He had been one of those who talks about how the girl was a hopeless case and how she was a disgrace to their family. He had been one of those who smirked and laughed when the others were not looking when his parents had died. Liam wanted this man dead.