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 Love at first bite, ft. Eleanor, Open thread
Jan 12 2018, 02:40 PM
I ain't waiting on the world to wake up, you never need luck when you
DON’T STOP
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It's Thursday. Just a regular, normal Thursday on the second week of the first semester of Jayden Everdragomir's sixth year at school. Nothing out of the ordinary, if you didn't count the haggis that was served at dinner today. Jay liked to think of himself as omnivorous, but there was a limit to everything. Some of the local cooking could be outright disgusting.

He had just sat down at the very edge of the Slytherin table which was furthermost from the staff table, and his back towards the Ravenclaws. Wearing his regular clothes by now because it was already couple of hours after classes, the young man started to pile mountains of food on his plate. Jay was famished. But then again, he always was. After all, he was a growing lad, and strapping one at that; he needed to eat a lot of protein to keep up the build he had. So it was really no wonder that the Everdragomir boy ate basically for two.

It had been an... interesting couple of weeks. Eventful in many ways. He'd somehow managed to acquaintance himself with couple of new people, and he had also started receiving weird notes as of late. The first one had arrived not too many days ago during one particular morning, and it was still very fresh in his memory -- though half the time it was just so goddamn weird that Jay honestly wondered if he had actually just dreamed that note completely. It had been some nightmare shit alright, but as much as he wanted to forget it, the laddie had been quite hyper aware of people ever since.

And sometimes he could have sworn he felt someone watching him. But that had started feeling like it only after the note. So perhaps it was just his paranoia mixing with his wild imagination? Or so he hoped. Surely the note had been a prank. Some asshole's version of a shitty joke, because that's what assholes traditionally tended to produce; shit. Either way, Jay had decided to ignore the whole thing with the best of his abilities out of sheer stubbornness. There wouldn't be an actual stalker unless proven further, otherwise it was a prank he refused to let to get to him. At least in a way he'd give any hints away to anyone else. Inside, he had been freaking out a little ever since. But no-one else needed to know that.

Buttering the bread before taking a bite out of it, Jay reached to pour a glass of pumpkin juice for himself. Briefly after, he distracted himself by gazing around in the Great Hall to see if any familiar faces had already flooded in.

Little did he know that there was a certain pink haired Ravenclaw he should have been wary about. But it was not like he would have even known to be; he'd never really seen this individual more than few seconds at a time, and she had never spoken to him. He didn't even know her name. And even if he did, he'd never see her actually coming, like he never did, unaware of her antics she had been pulling on him for quite some time.

...But tonight, this was about to change. As Jay was about to learn her name soon in the most unconventional way possible.

Eleanor Hildegard Anyone's welcome to join this thread to enjoy the spectacle that's about to start soon.

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Jan 13 2018, 10:58 PM

ELEANOR HILDEGARD

I'LL NEVER FEEL ASHAMED...
VAMPIRE RAVENCLAW 7TH YEAR

...of using you for pleasure


The school day had come and gone like a chore. Eleanor really hadn't paid much attention in most of her classes. She had something else on her mind. Or, rather, someone. Eleanor had been pursuing 6th year Slytherin, Jayden Everdragomir for 2 years. She felt over all that time they had really gotten close. She knew all his friends and she'd wait for him outside all his classes. Sometimes they even had naps together. Although she preferred to keep that private part of their relationship between them. The only problem was he still didn't know she existed. Today she was going to change that. She had one last trick up her sleeve to finally win over the heart of Hogwarts' infamous bad boy.

She couldn't say where she acquired the Amortentia; but she had had it hidden among her things for a while. She would always gaze at it before bed, wondering if she should use it. Although most nights she would decide against it. Something always stopping her. Maybe it felt like cheating, or maybe deep down her questionable morals had a line drawn. But this year the stakes were high. She would be graduating and it seemed the dhampir student's popularity had grown, thus attracting more competition. She had tried to garner his attention with some careful and passionate notes, but her writing capabilities were clearly lacking as he had not gotten the message. She had tried again and again and yet after all this time she had made little progress. Finally, she made the mental leap and slipped the Amortentia into her sleeve.

The Great Hall was nearly empty when she got there. She watched from the shadows as the tables were being set with the usual course. Her eyes were set on the Slytherin table. Eleanor had been very observant of Jayden and had learned that he almost always tried to sit at the very end of the dining table and in the back of all his classes. She really admired his humility. She sighed, eyeing the piles of food. If Jayden sat where he usually sat she could spike his juice. It would be the least risk of someone else getting hit with the potion's effects. However, if by some chance he didn't sit in his usual spot, then perhaps the bread would be better. She clicked her tongue, before taking her chances and pouring her potion into the cup that was set in Jayden's usual spot.

She took a stroll in the darkness, heading for her dorm. She had to look her best tonight. She pulled one of her frilly dresses from her closet, the top was a black thick fabric, adorned with a ruffled collar and buttons from her neck to her waist, the sleeves reaching to her wrists and ending with a ruffled cuff. The skirt was patterned with pastel colored flowers until her knee where the trim of the dress was lined with black ruffles. She added black tights with a white cross pattern and black chunky heels. To finish the look she curled her pink wig and wore a black bow above her bangs. Finally she carefully applied her makeup, accentuating her pale skin and doll features. She was ready for him.

He was already there when she entered, holding her parasol tight to her side. She sat at her table, near the end where he was. Students that were around that area moved further down the table, leaving her secluded and open for Everdragomir's love. She watched his broad shoulders move as he ate, he was such an animal. She only wished she could be in front of him to watch him devour his meal. She was glad to see he was sitting in his usual spot. Her eyes never left him, she was ready. Of course she was; but there was something else there. something like a pit in her stomach. Like some form of nervousness. Maybe even...guilt?

© RAIN OF SHINE
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Jan 13 2018, 11:21 PM
MAKE ME YOUR MESS AGAIN
Anice had just finished her homework and was ready to eat a small portion of food before bed. She had gained 2 pounds recently and she was pretty self conscious about it. She'd been running every day and watched her diet! She could't understand why she was struggling. It had nothing to do with her candy stash under her bed that she'd snack on while reading at night. Definitely not. Either way, she almost didn't even want to eat dinner, but her better judgement (and her growling stomach) convinced her otherwise. As she entered the Great Hall she quickly found her seat across Everdragomir, on;y starting to pile his plate fat with food. Anice gave him a look. "Gods, Everdragomir. Can't you at least try and practice some form of moderation? You could endanger cows with all the meat pies on your plate." She stifled a laugh as the last words left her mouth. She plucked a piece of bread from the basket and dared to take a meat pie from Everdragomir's plate before offering a smirk. She took a sip of her pumpkin juice before cleaning her mouth with a napkin. "So, have you started reading the new chapter for Defense Against the Dark Arts?" She made idle conversation.

Jayden Everdragomir| hehehehehe I'm too hype
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Jan 16 2018, 03:43 PM
I ain't waiting on the world to wake up, you never need luck when you
DON’T STOP
WE DON’T STOP
The Great Hall was always full of different scents at this time of the evening. All the different foods, the scents of hundreds of people, all mixing together. For Jay, it was hard to focus on a single smell in a huge crowd like this, especially when the warm foods covered most of the rest. For a new Vampire, this kind of environment could have been overwhelming for their senses, but Jay had been dealing with his heightened senses since birth, so he had been having more than enough time to get used to them. However, during his puberty he had felt like everything had become more enhanced than when he was younger.

Jay was just about to reach for his goblet to take a sip between bites, until Anice Runeswell sat on the table across from him; "Gods, Everdragomir. Can't you at least try and practice some form of moderation? You could endanger cows with all the meat pies on your plate."

The fingers that had curled around the goblet set it back down, the pumpkin juice sloshing inside; if anyone would have been sharp eyed enough and paid attention, it would have almost looked like the juice had a faint pearly sheen to it. Jay gave the girl a look like a stale bread. She's the last person to talk about moderation with that chest that could choke a man to death. And yet, she looks so damn happy with herself for that smart comment that Jay doesn't want to ruin it for her for actually sharing his initial thoughts out loud. What he's gathered, Runeswell is actually quite self-conscious about her breast size, and quite self-aware, and she doesn't need Jay or anyone else pointing it out for her. And he actually quite likes Runeswell, and thus Jay practices the said moderation by trying to not hurt her feelings. But you know, he's a guy and as a stereotypical man he can only do one single thing at a time, and thus, the cows get it.

Again, the lad reaches for the goblet, but gets distracted again by his housemate who now reaches over to his plate to snatch some of his food. Jay makes a hasty sound and tries to slap her hand away. Again, the drink sloshes inside the goblet as its set back against the table, the pearly sheen glinting in the candle light.

"So, have you started reading the new chapter for Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Runeswell inquires, making idle conversation, and typically about school work as she so tends to.

"I opened the book once." Jay answers as he looks at his meat pie that now rests in Runeswell's plate. Surreptitiously, his left hand reaches towards a fork while talking to her. He can't just let people start thinking they can waltz in and steal food right out of his plate. He's got to get it back and ASSERT DOMINANCE. "I glanced at the title. Then I looked at how much there was to read and thought to myself 'Aw, fuck it,' and closed it. Does that count?"

When she's focused on giving him an answer, Jay's fork strikes towards the meat pie like a venomous snake, stabbing the crust and stealing the food back with a victorious grin. The young man makes a show of taking a bite out of this particular meat pie, and speaks while chewing; "What can I say? I'm a jealous lover."

With bit of a husky laugh, Jay set the food and cutlery down to reach for his goblet again. This time, he rises it to his lips and takes a sip of its content. As the liquid fills his mouth and starts sliding down his throat, he briefly notes how it curiously smells a lot like not pumpkin juice. It smells like... spicy ginger, salty ocean wind and hint of jasmine? Had the House-elves changed the recipe?

As the boy sets the goblet back down, there's a moment where he feels like he's about to be hit with a sense realization. But almost immediately, the sensation just... slips away from him. Like a word at the tip of his tongue, disappearing into the sensation of a gentle brush of silk over his mind, or like a delicate hand brushing through his hair and distracting him with how good it feels. Suddenly, what he had been thinking before didn't feel that important.

For a moment, Jay just sits there and stares a the table with a blank expression, like lost in thought. His complexion is naturally pale, so it's hard to notice the change where the healthy olive undertone becomes almost ashen, like he's suddenly sick. And he really is. He really is sick. He's... love sick.

And that's the realization! He's in love! It feels like sudden ray of sun peeking from behind a curtain of clouds that he hadn't even noticed had always been there. Jay flips his gaze up to look at Runeswell, his blue eyes more intense than they've ever been. He's suddenly obsessed with this very idea of being in love, and it gives a manic glint into his eyes, which is almost terrifying.

And then, the expression relaxes, and is replaces with a lopsided goofy smile while the lad leans his head into his left hand, and pushes his plate away with the right. Suddenly, he's not hungry, which is quite unusual. Jay was famished just a minute ago, but right now he can't even think of food. Not when he's too busy thinking of a name that he's never heard before, but somehow just comes to him from the back of his consciousness. It starts with an E, and ends with an R. Eleanor. E-le-a-nor. Oh, how elegant.

"...Runeswell, have you ever been in love?" Jay suddenly asks, and sighs deeply. His right hand reaches absentmindedly to a gravy pot, and he dips a spoon in it and spills some of the gravy carefully on the wooden table, making a gravy heart.


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Jan 17 2018, 03:58 AM
dmitry voronin
"I'll make my way"
Dmitry had dressed up after classes with plans to visit the greenhouses briefly before supper in the Great Hall. There were a few plants that needed fed, and others that needed to be replanted, as some of the magical plants tended to grow absurdly fast. Some of the newer species of flora were beginning to boggle his mind. But they were nonetheless interesting to study, so he was always happy to lend a hand with the greenhouse's upkeep. It was an added bonus that Song was almost always willing to accompany him on such adventures, too. I really need to think up a way to thank her sometime. I wonder what Song would want, though?

He'd have to figure that out another time, as he was briskly up the ramshackle stairs ascending the hill on the side of the castle, quickly coming up to a viaduct. As he crossed that threshold into the main courtyard Dmitry was already convinced he could smell dinner from this far away. Or maybe someone had just burned something.

After making his way through the entrance and towards the Great Hall, Dmitry can see that people have already begun arriving. In fact, Jayden and Anice are already here. But Sabrina isn't and neither is Glesni... that made things awkward for him. God, when wasn't it awkward for Dmitry to pick out a seat?

Dmitry ended up passing by Anice from behind, making sure to greet Anice on the way. He'd noticed Jayden almost the minute he'd stepped into the Great Hall, but it was another thing to let Evers know he'd been acknowledged. Everytime Dmitry saw him next to a group of people, he felt obligated to address the group first, for fear that anything less would look suspicious.

'..Runeswell, have you ever been in love?'

He'd overheard Jayden asking Anice just as he'd passed along behind her. Considering the source, Dmitry's almost convinced he must've mistaken what was said. What had gotten into Jayden today? That didn't seem like something he normally asked.

There's a part of him that is burning up, the mystery of the situation and the implications of it blitzing his mind. Dmitry's confused and slightly cautious, like he's aware that once again he's going to hear something he'd rather not.

But part of him also wants to know, HAS to know... and yet...

Shit, he'd forgotten. They still hadn't spoken since Dmitry had left the room in a fuss that morning they'd tried making a Beautification Potion together. In his momentary puzzlement he'd almost forgotten.

"...Hey Runeswell, Evers."

It's his only response as he takes up his fair share of the bench alongside Anice, an empty space between them as he planted his tush. It seems only respectful to leave enough space for Sabrina or Glesni or whosoever may show up, Dmitry never felt like he belonged to their group so he was always placing himself as far away as possible to not seem too... clingy. Was it working?

Dmitry reaches for a drumstick further down the table, plucking it away by the tip of a bone before slapping the morsel onto his plate. He's not going to eat any of that weird goat stomach bullshit, he's too picky to even give it an honest shot. There's some potato mash available as well, which he greedily slabs onto his plate. All that's left is to slather some gravy... Wait, what th-

Apparently loverboy is painting hearts in gravy of all things.

"What in Merlin's... Evers! Stop wasting the gravy."

Dmitry quickly takes his own spoon and siphons away enough gravy for his own needs, but he's casting narrowed slits between Everdragomir and Runeswell. For a moment he's convinced this is some sort of elaborate ruse. But he requires some certainty.

"Anice; he okay? He's acting... unlike himself..."

Understatement of the year. And yet for how perturbed Dmitry is by Jayden's abrupt longing for affection or his concept of love, he's almost softened up by the big lug drawing hearts on the table. If only there was a little J and a D drawn together on that gravy heart...

I wonder if he's actually liked someone all this time...?

There's no way, he's never seemed remotely interested in anyone beyond idle conversation... but Dmitry needs to find out for himself.

He's left there staring incredulously at Evers as the latter inevitably continued to make a fool of himself at dinner.

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Jan 18 2018, 02:43 AM
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aina was a bit late arriving to dinner. She was still reading up on the DADA chapter that was assigned when the time for the last meal of the day rolled around. It wasn’t that she was so much of a bookworm and DADA fantastic that she was so invested in the reading material she couldn't possibly put it down. More like she knew if she put the book down she would never pick it back up again until the very last second. So she finished up (finally!) and made her way to the sparsely inhabited great hall.

She was on her way to the Hufflepuff's table when a certain Slytherin caught her eye and she stared at him. Something about him wasn't quite right. In fact, he looked like Kyler everytime he claimed he was in love, which was about five seconds into meeting someone he found attractive. Yeah he was one of those boys. 'Dragomir, however, was not. He would sooner simultaneously combustion than openly long after someone.

Yeah, no, there was no way she was missing this.

"What's up with tall, dark, and disastrous over there?" she asked, now standing Runeswell and Hickeypunk with her arms crossed, eyebrow quirked, and signature smirk in place. "Did he hit his head or something? Potion fumes or whatever finally get to him?"

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MAKE ME YOUR MESS AGAIN
Anice shook her head at Everdragomir's response. She couldn't say she was surprised, still she wished the student would put forth some more effort in his classes. "Ever- Hey!" She was ready to scold him before he snatched his meat pie back to his own plate. She gave him a stern look while the dhampir student took a juicy bite, not waiting to swallow before speaking, "What can I say? I'm a jealous lover." She shook her head once more and got another meat pie and biscuit from the baskets. "Perhaps you should show your classes some more of that 'love'," She said, meticulously folding her napkin over her lap. "It was a long chapter, I'll give you that. I've been thinking, you know if you need some help with your schoolwork or motivation you could join in on one of my tutoring sessions with Lucan- er I mean Rowle. I mean I don't have to tutor you, per se..." She began, cutting her meat pie down the middle. She continued rambling until she realized Everdragomir was being pretty...silent. She looked up to a rather...unsettling expression. A starkness in the dhampir's eyes that made her blood run cold. Then suddenly the strange expression relaxed into a goofy smile. "E-Everdragom-mir?" She asked, now completely weirded out and concerned for her, er-hem, friend.

"...Runeswell, have you ever been in love?" He said, his voice taking a tone she'd never heard before. A sweet tone. Her face burned red at the question; equally embarrassed and confused by the sudden change of conversation and general atmosphere. "P-Pardon?" She squeaked. He continued to draw gravy hearts onto the table with a spoon. "W-wha..ehh-" She stared at him. Unsure what to do, what to say, what the hell-

Another voice broke her confusion, making her jump slightly. "...Hey Runeswell, Evers." Voronin! Thank the gods, she wasn't alone with...that. It didn't take long for Voronin himself to notice Everdragomir's strange expression. "What in Merlin's... Evers! Stop wasting the gravy." He said, Anice nodded in agreement. "Anice; he okay? He's acting... unlike himself..." She seemed to be speechless since the oddity began, and she finally forced herself to speak, her voice sounding a bit hoarse, "He was fine not that long ago, we were talking about school and meat pies and then..." she looked over at Everdragomir, still making the dumb expression that was a stark contrast to his usual dumb expression. "...That happened." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, before leaning closer to Voronin and whispering, "I'm thinking he's under the effects of a-" She knew Voronin was smart enough to know what she was going to say without her finishing but she still would have rather not been interrupted. "What's up with tall, dark, and disastrous over there?" Hufflepuff, 6th year Raina chimed in, on her way to her respective table. Anice quickly returned to her upright posture in her seat. She couldn't have the entire school seeing Everdragomir like this. The humiliation he would feel; the disaster it could cause if he got too excited. Chaos would not ensue in her school. "Oh, him? Mr. Everdragomir over here has had one too many swigs of firewhiskey before dinner is all. We were just on our way to take him back to his dorm," she smiled, standing to her feet and motioning Voronin to help her. "Come on, Everdragomir, let's go, you need some rest..." she said, as quiet as possible as to not alert anyone else.

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I ain't waiting on the world to wake up, you never need luck when you
DON’T STOP
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Runeswell didn't ever quite answer him. That was alright, he was sure that even if she had been in love, she'd never understand the depth of his love. This was true love. This was intense, something he'd never experienced before, and he had this maddening need to-- He didn't entirely know what it was, but he just knew he needed this Eleanor to live. Every second away from her side was agony.

"...Hey Runeswell, Evers." Greeted one of his roommates, Voronin, as he sat down next to Runeswell. Jay had a tinge of a feeling like he should feel some type of way with Voronin's appearance. Like... he knew they'd pretty much had something akin to an argument recently. But right now that felt so silly. It felt so silly when his chest was filled with a flurry of butterflies and his head felt like it was filled with pink cotton candy. How could anyone feel any sort of negativity when you were in so much love?

He continued to draw hearts with the gravy on the wooden surface, and by the time Voronin finally realized what he was doing, Jay had already done a good dozen of them; "What in Merlin's... Evers! Stop wasting the gravy."

"Eeehhh...?" Jay moans with a slight disappointment when he's told not to doodle with food anymore, but he gets over it quick and lets the spoon plop back into the gravy pot. The boy puts his chin in his hands, and sighs dreamily, while thinking about Eleanor. Well, mostly her name. Because that's all he knows about her. But her name is so beautiful, it's surely enough. Besides, Eleanor and Jayden sound good together. Ellie and Jay... Yeah, just by their names he can tell they'd make such a good couple.

Meanwhile, sixth year Prefects were speaking heatedly about him just across the table. He could hear them perfectly well, but since neither of them really said anything that had to do with Eleanor, Jay was quick to tune them out.

That was until a fourth person appeared in their little circle.

"What's up with tall, dark, and disastrous over there?" Raina Summers peeped up at her arrival, making her way to stand by the wall by Voronin and Runeswell, observing him. Jay's arctic blue orbs peered up at her, which were missing their usual piercing glare, now replaced by a dull and distant look of someone who could have been high on something. "Did he hit his head or something? Potion fumes or whatever finally get to him?"

Now, that proposition was actually scarily accurate. Not that Jay would have known, he wasn't thinking straight, or honestly much at all.

"Oh, him? Mr. Everdragomir over here has had one too many swigs of Firewhisky before dinner is all. We were just on our way to take him back to his dorm," Runeswell told Summers, and got up and motioned Voronin to help her. "Come on, Everdragomir, let's go, you need some rest..."

"...Rest?" Jay asked dubiously, his tone still light and casual like before. But that was about to change, and it changed indeed quickly. The lad was already unpredictable at times, and add something like Amortentia into the mix to give him extreme, and quite frankly unhealthy feelings about someone, and you'd get something hazardous; a wildcard. "I don't need rest. That's the last thing I need. I need Eleanor, right now."

His tone got more demanding, more urgent, and the soft look in the boy's eyes was again replaced with the manic glint Runeswell had witnessed the first time. Jay lifted a hand in his hair, and tucked some of the locks in frustration at himself. Why didn't he know more than her name? He needed Eleanor, but he didn't even know where to look for her!

"I-- I can't stop thinking about her, guys. I think I'm in love. No, I know I'm love!" Jay looked up at the three of them, now sounding desperate. "Her name, it's so beautiful. I can't get her out of my mind, I love her so much. Her hair-- wait, I don't know the color of her hair..." For a moment, he looked a bit confused about that, like he was on the brink of realizing something was off with the fact that he was in love with someone he had never met. But no, the potion was designed to keep its victim oblivious and restrain their free will, "Do you know the color of her hair?" Jay turned to look at Summers, and then suddenly reached for her hand to clasp, "Do you know Eleanor? Eleanor Hildegard? Can you introduce me?"

No, wait. Raina Summers basically hated everyone by default. There was no way she'd be in cahoots with someone as lovely as Eleanor Hildegard. Jay let go of her, turning to look at both Runeswell and Voronin next, "How about you guys? You must know Eleanor. She's the most beautiful girl in school. In the country. No, in the world!" The desperate need and obsession drove him, making him call out towards the rest of the Slytherin table as he leans forward to try and get the rest of his housemates attention, "Hey mates, any of you know Eleanor?"

When everyone present just looks confused, Jay just frowns, "No? Alright, if none of you are going to help me, I just have to do this myself, then."

Jay starts getting up from his seat, but in no way is he about to leave the table. In fact, it so looks like he's climbing on it, kicking plates and food out of the way as he does so, gaze frantically flipping around the hall as he raises his voice and calls out for the love of his life.

"ELEANOR?"


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R
aina had attended Hogwarts for going six years and during that time she had judged many people; however, all those instances only seemed to serve only as preperation for this one moment. All those years of training was about to pay off. "Oh, him? Mr. Everdragomir over here has had one too many swigs of firewhiskey before dinner is all. We were just on our way to take him back to his dorm.Come on, Everdragomir, let's go, you need some rest..." Honestly, she couldn't judge Runeswell any harder than she was now.

"In what reality is it better to imply he's drunk than... whatever the fuck that is," she said, motioning to the peasant in question. The way he looked at her was unsettling to say the least. She seen him drunk before, and never did he look at her like... like he was an observer in his own body. It was really unsettling to say the least.

The sentiment wasn't exactly taken well by 'Dragomir, even as he repeated. If anything, it only set him off. "I don't need rest. That's the last thing I need. I need Eleanor, right now." Who the fuck was Eleanor? Raina didn't exactly bother to keep tabs on his social life but everything about that statement was wrong. Since when did he need anyone? Much less so desperately he just might rip through anything standing between him and whoever the aforementioned bitch was. The Hufflepuff continued to watch the scene unfold with a intense feeling of unease until all she wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

"I-- I can't stop thinking about her, guys. I think I'm in love. No, I know I'm love! Her name, it's so beautiful. I can't get her out of my mind, I love her so much. Her hair-- wait, I don't know the color of her hair..." Raina's eyes widened. Mugglefucker-- was he drugged? The only other possibility was demonic possession. Either way, Everdragomir was left without a free will and that was utterly terrifying. How could someone do that to another? "Do you know the color of her hair?"

"What--" She nearly jumped out of her skin when her hand was suddenly grabbed. Everdragomir didn't like touching unless it was to knock someone on their ass! It didn't exactly help matters that Raina couldn't remember the last time someone touched her so casually. Not since-- It had been years and now having her hands grabbed was quite literally a shock.

"Do you know Eleanor? Eleanor Hildegard? Can you introduce me?" He was quick to abandoned that train of thought and turned the other two present. Now was her chance to get the fuck out of there before something else unanticipated happened. She was well on her way too, when suddenly, "ELEANOR?" was screamed at the top of his lungs. This wasn't any of her business, it really wasn't, but she turned around anyway to see the Slytherin on the table making a complete and utter fool of himself.

"Oh for crying out loud-- Silencio!" It took no time at all to dig out her wand and cast the charm on him. Before the thought had crossed her mind she was already making her way back and climbing on top of the table with him. It was then did she become acutely aware of their size difference; not just in height but in build. She also became aware of everyone now staring at her as well. "Oh like you never played truth or dare before. Except, like he always does, someone takes it too far!" she snapped.

She turned her attention back to Everdragomir and hissed so only he could hear, "I'm only here because Hildegard sent me to get you. She's waiting for you back at the Slytherin common room." Because the only person moving Jayden Everdragomir, was Jayden Everdragomir himself.

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