waste of time [[kyran]]

[CHORD D'ANTOINE]

After the surprise flight in the courtyard, Chord had taken to avoiding the lawn and anywhere he could be accosted into riding on a broomstick ever again. While on some level, he had enjoyed the new experience, he was still terrified of heights and had learned the valuable lesson to never trust a smiling Hufflepuff. And they said his house was cunning...

He hadn't been avoiding his friend per se, but, well, he was avoiding him. The whole experience had been unsettling to him, and it was only natural that he was trying to assess what had led up to the events in the air. And to think he actually trusted someone was terrifying enough on its own. No, Chord D'Antoine didn't trust anyone but himself. Everyone knew that, including him, so then why was he trying to ruin a system that had worked so perfectly for him in the past?

He glared at his Divination book as if it would have all of the answers. Chord did not like making predictions about himself. Not only was it unadvised (considering how many people had an obvious bias), but one could place too much faith in it. Divination was a useful art, but he found it had many self-fulfilling predictions. If you were told you would succeeded, then you would believe it, and therefore you would. If you believed you were going to fail, then you would believe it, and you wouldn't try at all.

Of course, if it wasn't self-fulfilling, then everyone else treated you as the prediction told. Chord really only used it for other students and his assignments. He had a natural gift, and his teacher had told him he had "the sight", a rare talent, but a talent all the same. He understood the subject much better than most of the wand arts (save for dark arts and charms), and he was quite strong in astronomy because of it. Yes, he had his talents, but his real failure came in interacting with his fellow classmates.

He was in his sixth year, and he only had two friends, neither of which were in his house. Technically, his friendship with the Hufflepuff was borderline annoyance, and his friendship with the Ravenclaw was brand new and a bit odd to say the least. It was almost a depressing thought, but having friends was troublesome. There was too much drama attached.

Frustrated, he slammed his book closed and stuffed it into his bag before returning to his dorm room, intent on gathering some clothes to head for a shower, only, he bumped right into one of the boys of his dorm. "Watch it," Chord said, as if it was entirely the other boy's fault.

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 548
SONG - Mary J. Blige - The One
MUSE - Amazing
NOTES - >_> His social skills need work.
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Days rolled on by, and those days were extending into weeks. Kyran had been busy and preoccupied with the responsibilities he put upon himself. There wasn't a moment of sanity and peace for him, any place he went, there always appeared to be another body worming their way into his life. He wanted to distance himself for social obligations; he wanted to work on his goals and his alone. But these days his brain was scattered, focus on other spectrum that involved his sister, that odd pureblood female and how, within is sixth year, he appeared to be running into his peers from the Slytherin house more and more. Hogwarts might have been a haven for a lot of the students, but Kyran felt suffocate and ripped into two directions, or was there four? Either way, it was a hefty crossroad that he had wished there were more preparation for.

Although his thought process was a train wreck, he was aware of the other Slytherin boy (yet Kyran was unsure if he could call the male a boy at all) coming in his direction. Kyran kept to his left, as any walkway would go, but Chord appeared to be unable to multitask. Chord took up far more space then necessary, even steering into Kyran's direction before bumping into him. In that instance, his eyes narrowed into harsh slits. Although his Slytherin counterpart had already instructed for Kyran to 'watch it', there wasn't a response. There was only action. In a second, Kyran reached his left hand outward to place it upon the other male's shoulder, using pressure to stop Chord from walking any further.

“Normally apologies would be necessary for this occasion, no matter how foul your mouth is,” he wasn't going to let something like this slid, Kyran was already irritated with the burdens of the other students mingling into his busy lifestyle; he wasn't going to let Chord get the chance to shrug this off. “However, I am someone is very aware of their surroundings. In fact, I spotted you the moment you stood up. You may have no noticed but my eyes were upon your face, not once did I see your gaze pause in my direction. Wouldn't you say you're being arrogant by telling me to watch it, when in reality, you weren't the one paying attention?”

Surely it was a mouthful for two people who barely spoke, but the other male's impudence made something in Kyran snap. As a quidditch player, everything Kyran proclaimed was very truthful. There wasn't a moment he let his guard down, and when he did, he would pay hefty for it. He didn't have an issue with apologizing to someone if he made a mistake, because he enjoyed living up to being a person who was at least logical and understanding. Anything to just shrug it off and get along with his day, but oh no, Chord had caught Kyran in a bad cycle.

Chord was about one inch shorter than him, but it wasn't the height that bothered him. It was the way Chord presented himself, a perfect icicle from head to toes. And no matter how much a person looked at blonde haired Slytherin, they had to admit he was beautiful, captivating. Kyran's eyes were stuck on those blue irises all along, which is why he knew he had been paying attention and Chord hadn't. There was something fascinating about staring at the trap of a boy. Which is why normally Kyran would keep to himself, but beneath his hand, he could feel the faint curve of Chord's shoulder – much like a females, but a little broader, lengthier, as if a porcelain doll.

All these weird thoughts made Kyran withdraw his hand, but he expected a response none of the less.

[CHORD D'ANTOINE]

The words made Chord finally look at- really look at- who he was speaking to. It was Kyran Sinclair. He should have known by the stiff voice and hand on his shoulder. Not many people had the nerve to touch him, and had he not removed that hand, Chord would have done so for him.

His light blue eyes narrowed. "If you were paying so much attention, why didn't you step out of the way?" He really didn't need to get into an argument about who was bumping into who. The whole experience was making him feel as if he were back in first year all over again. It was not a pleasant memory."Since you should have noticed I was heading in your direction and I certainly did not," it would be wise if Chord thought before he spoke, really. But he wasn't known for being polite when it came to these matters; if he were, he would have more friends.

The veela boy put a hand to his own neck and pushed back the pale blonde hair that had gathered there as he observed the other boy. He had a feeling this confrontation wasn't ending that easily. From what he knew, Kyran was just as stubborn as himself, and rightfully so. They were both from noble pure blood backgrounds; yet, it was easy to see how different and similar they were at the same time. Chord had obviously been spoiled with no real-world consequences, and Kyran had been forced to come to acceptance with it after his sister was blinded.

Chord had no siblings to care for or to watch over, so he couldn't relate. He didn't know what love was, nor did he have any desire to take part in it. "Is that all, Sinclair?" he asked. He would have started to walk past him, but he knew to never turn your back on your enemy. They may have been roommates, but Chord didn't trust him not to throw a hex as soon as his back was turned.

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 462
SONG - None
MUSE - Amazing
NOTES - >____> FUN?
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Chord's choice of words could have made anyone look idiotic at even inquiring about the entire thing. But maybe Kyran had went out of his way because he often saw the veela male alone, maybe there was interest, maybe he was just bored for the night. His jade eyes watched the way Chord moved, the way he shifted that platinum hair – every move that boy made always caused Kyran to mentally shiver. Too eery, too pretty for anyone's own good. He was sure that any man or woman would fall for Chord, and what would be the end result? The boy was a prude in all social spectrum, he had watched Chord haughtily deny a lot of people's presence. Kyran wasn't even surprised that Chord had brushed him off. No exceptions, not even for a fellow Slytherin, it made Kyran think of himself.

“Although I was focused, I cannot deny that I was expecting you to be aware of your surroundings,” it was a way of him saying that even though Chord hadn't looked like he wasn't paying attention – he really was. It was a quality that Kyran would peg the other male to have, being as the blonde was so superior to everyone else. Unfortunately, there was only disappointment – Chord had offered no revenue about multitasking and he would have to accept it for what it was. “My apologies for miscalculating your personality.” He wasn't as pompous to deny that he was in the wrong about his assumptions, but he wondered if Chord would keep his high and mighty act.

Asked if that was all, was there more? Kyran never really gave too much interest in those within his house, and he couldn't very well ask Chord how the weather was going. A topic so mundane would make their entire meeting awkward. All things considered, bumping into each other was going to be even laughable and comical now –

Just as Kyran was about to dismiss himself, a Slytherin named Brady Champlin – who was rather a robust guy, stormed down through the entry and without any regard what so ever, knocked Kyran out of the way so that he was forced into Chord's personal area, forcing the veela male back into the wall so that Kyran and Chord's torso would meet, crunched together in what probably looked like a passionate hug. Instantly, Kyran had reached his left arm outward and placed it behind Chord so that the boy's back would be crushed into the arm, rather than the jagged pictures and other ornaments of the wall.

Kyran had stopped his neck from almost crashing his face into Chord's, but none of the less, his nose was next to the other male's and he was forced to stare even deeper into those ocean-like eyes. For once, he was so stunned at the entire thing he didn't move – not to mention his arm was throbbing painfully, causing his lids to lower in a half-flinch.

[CHORD D'ANTOINE]

The apology seemed to warm Chord's icy demeanor, but not by much. He was pleased to hear it, even if it still seemed as if he were being blamed for the situation. "Hm, Apology accepted. I suppose I can apologize for not paying attention to where I was going, then." he wouldn't use the excuse of having a lot on his mind. It was overdone and tacky, despite the fact that in his case, it was also very true.

Neither one of them, however, had been expecting when the boisterous boy walked into the room, subsequently forcing them to stumble back. Chord yelped as his back connected with the wall- wait-- it hadn't. He was chest to chest with his roommate, their noses right beside one another's, and their lips inches away. It was a deadlock situation. Moving the wrong way would have less than pleasant results for Chord.

It wasn't the Kyran was unattractive, but Chord really was a prude- he had never been kissed, never touched anyone inappropriately-- or been touched for that matter, he'd never even showed a sign of being interested in another person. And he wasn't about to start now. He lowered his head, carefully minding the position they were in so that he would accidentally lose his first kiss and make Kyran uncomfortable. He pushed the other male's chest and took a step towards him so that he could take the pressure off of the boy's arm.

"...Thank you," he muttered- knowing that he would have been the one injured had Kyran not caught him. As they finally were out of the awkward position, Chord took a step back in order to examine Kyran's arm. "Let's get you to the hospital wing," he said, observing the cuts and scratches, not to mention the bruises on his arm. "Unless you want people asking you about it for the next week?"

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TAG - Kyran
WORDS - 421
SONG - None
MUSE - Amazing
NOTES - >____> FUN?
CREDIT made by flyy~

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

The picture frames hadn't done much damage to his arm, it was those blasted loose nails that had managed to tug at the first layer of his flesh and scrap it clean off. He hadn't skilfully thought about saving Chord from injuring himself, it was as if his arm moved on his own. Was it to show that he was loyal to the Slytherin house, or was it because he was mentally intrigued by the veela boy and thus inertly found himself saving the other male? Either way, it was done. Kyran regretted stopping Chord, hated his impulsive irritation for it was unleashed at the most random inconvenient times of his day. With his eyes focused on the other male's gaze, it would have been a wonder if he was even paying attention.

Hands fell upon him and he was slowly pushed back, a little stunned by the whole process. Even in a blink of a eye he wasn't sure what had happened, although he was well aware of the kid Brady. Kyran didn't blame the overweight boy for not stopping and checking his path, let alone stay around long enough to see Kyran or Chord's reaction. The results wouldn't have been fair. Elevating back with Chord, he turned at an angle to let the boy out from beneath him. He hadn't been thinking about how close their mouths had been, or that it would have been possible that Kyran would have lost a kiss to his first male. Not that it would really count since Chord was quite feminine.

Lifting his injured arm, his eyes skimmed over it. As far as he could see, there were a few scratches and a subtle throbbing. Nothing too serious, it was a small, just like the ones he sustained in quidditch. When Chord mentioned that they should go to the Hospital Wing, Kyran gave a light smile. Although it's a good idea to get it bandaged, it's not a big deal. It was as if he didn't hear the boy's thank-you, or he had failed to acknowledge it properly. Again, he felt Chord didn't owe him anything. “I've had worse, this isn't really a big deal. And if anyone saw my arm, they wouldn't ask me about it.”

The hard expression that had worn down his face earlier appeared to fade, and his eyes remained cool in color, focused. He didn't want to experience something like that again. He wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed about the situation, Chord had clearly saw it was neither of their fault. Albeit, being ran over by a fat man never felt good on anyone's ego. What should he say to Chord now, the experience with the veela boy had been awkward from the start. Kyran used his hand to cover one of the more opened scathe, keeping the fresh blood from getting everywhere.