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Post by mitzeh on Aug 4, 2011 11:05:52 GMT -5
You know you have a drinking problem when you can’t even wait until after the curfew to sneak out of the dorms and then get properly drunk in some secluded spot where no one can find you – and instead you spike your pumpkin juice with vodka (since whiskey doesn’t really go well with juice, sadly), so nobody gets suspicious; and then proceed to drink it in a very public place. Like Hogwarts’ library, for example. With a librarian and some – very few – other students very much present around, even though it was already evening and they should be down in the Great Hall, eating dinner.
Objectively, Regulus Black knew it. Subjectively, he didn’t give a fuck.
It was understandable, really; he only ever drank when he was feeling miserable, and feeling miserable made him somewhat reckless, so the conclusion was simple – the fact that he had apparently decided to get pissed around people, one of whom was technically staff, shouldn’t be surprising to anyone. A very small part of him almost hoped he would get caught, just as it always hoped that he might drink himself to death or fall off a tower while wandering the castle at night, or that Sirius would break his neck during one of their arguments, or something equally ridiculous. Regulus usually kept this part of himself locked away very carefully; he was the kind of person that needed to control everything about himself, even his self-destructive instincts. Or at least have the impression of being in control.
He was kind of feeling in control right now, to tell the truth. Combined with alcohol, it made him even more dizzy, light-headed; the knowledge that he was fooling these people, that they did not – would not – suspect that someone in their midst was doing something illegal. Well, there was illegal and then there was illegal, of course, and it wasn’t like the Slytherin was planning on killing someone or something, but still it was – nice. Yes. Nice was a good word. He took another long sip of his juice, watching the library with slightly narrowed eyes. No matter the circumstances or the state he was in, Regulus liked to observe his surroundings, just to know what was going on.
Which, at this moment, wasn’t much. Everybody except him and the librarian – Nickols? Nickolai? ah, no, Nuckols, what kind of name was that even – had left at some point, and the boy suspected he would be getting kicked out soon, too. It wasn’t something he looked forward to. The library was a perfect place for him to be right now – in this state of mind, in this situation, with a drink in a flask that had been charmed so it contained much more of the alcohol than it should, Regulus didn’t want to be anywhere else but here. He considered hiding somewhere between the shelves, but then getting out would prove difficult, and surely Nuckols would have realized that the only other person in there hadn’t walked out the door. The Slytherin eyed the older man carefully, obviously wondering what to do with him. Oh well. Social interaction wasn’t at the top of his priorities list right now, but if that was what it’d take…
“Hey,” he called out, smiling as he walked towards the librarian’s desk. “I know I shouldn’t be here much longer, but this book is just so interesting,” he said, pointing at the volume laying on the table he’d been sitting at. He had chosen it randomly, he wasn’t going to read it anyway. It was on Transfiguration, if he remembered correctly. “And the dorms are just so noisy, I can’t focus there. Could I stay here a while more? I promise I won’t destroy anything. Here,” Regulus smiled wider, an idea coming to him suddenly, “I can share the pumpkin juice with you if you want.” He leaned against the desk, looking at the man as sincerely as he could (which was pretty much, surprisingly for a Slytherin), waiting for the answer.
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Post by aindi on Aug 4, 2011 22:03:17 GMT -5
The blond worked at his desk doing all the necessary work to keep the large library running. Sure, he probably could have done it by magic but it just wasn't the same. He knew some in "this world" didn't have the same views he did, but he liked to write it all out himself and make sure it was all right. So, that was what he was doing now at his desk while the library's numbers dwindled down.
Aindriu felt like he was about to fall out of his chair when he jumped at the sound of the boy's voice. He almost didn't realize the other was even still in here so engrossed with his own work. Oh that wasn't good. What if... ah no no no, he shouldn't think of such things like that.
"Ah, well....," Aindriu said pushing some hair over his shoulder looking up at the boy who was practically at his desk now, "I don't want you to get in trouble for staying out after curfew." That would just be horrible for the boy, staying here and then getting in trouble. "Oh ah, no thanks," he smiled up at the boy at his offer but really Aindriu couldn't take something from someone like that. It just wasn't going to happen because the blond was not going to allow himself to.
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Post by mitzeh on Aug 4, 2011 22:37:47 GMT -5
Regulus cocked his head to the side, studying the librarian very, very carefully. Alcohol, at least in the usual amounts, did little to nothing to his intellect, and the boy’s gaze was as piercing as usual, perhaps even too attentive for comfort – but it wasn’t like anyone in Slytherin ever cared much about others’ comfort before their own, after all. So he kept watching the older – man, yes, man, even though the librarian didn’t look very masculine, not by general standards at least – he kept watching, standing still by the desk, one hand resting casually on the hard wood.
Only after a few minutes Regulus’ lips formed a small, easy to miss smile, one that looked honest enough to fool almost anyone. The corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly, his delicate features only helping the boy look friendly, despite how obvious it was what House he belonged to. The Blacks’ aristocratic bloodline gave Regulus good looks and grace, and he knew how to use it well. He could play an angel if he wanted to,
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, voice softer than before, more sincere than ever. “Sir,” he added hastily, biting his lower lip. The boy’s gaze shot to the floor quickly, as if he was ashamed of having hesitated to address the older male properly. The Slytherins had always been very fond of the etiquette, hadn’t they? (Regulus really, really mourned the fact that he didn’t blush easily. He had a feeling it would have done wonders.) “And I, I’m really touched that you’re concerned about me,” the boy said, finally looking up, smiling again. “But the curfew isn’t due in another hour or so. I’m not asking for more, honest. Please?”
He was just as good at looking innocent as he was at looking sinful, although he had to admit that the latter came much more natural to him; still, Regulus was pretty convinced he had done nothing to reveal his devious nature so far. Well, unless simply being a Slytherin counted as a give-away. Aindriu declining his offer was, well, unexpected and unwelcome, yet nobody could tell by watching him just how displeased Regulus felt. He glanced at his flask and bit his lip again, this time sucking on it a little; a small, unconscious and self-conscious gesture. “Are you sure?” he asked, still looking rather uncertain. “I mean, you’ll be staying after hours for me, too. This could be a bribe of sorts?” the boy laughed, somewhat nervously, as if he wasn’t sure whether the librarian would understand that he was just joking. He smiled again, pushing the flask in Aindriu’s direction. “It would make me feel better if you took my offer, really,” he confessed.
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Post by aindi on Aug 5, 2011 21:49:56 GMT -5
"Ah no," Aindriu said with a small smile to the student, "No, its not your fault. I just got wrapped up in my own thoughts was all." Evidently he had been more preoccupied than he originally thought if curfew was as close as the other mentioned. The last time he knew curfew was a long while away tonight. Ah, where had his night gone already.
"Well I guess its fine as long as you don't break curfew...," Aindriu trailed off a bit looking back down at the papers on his desk filled with his handwriting and information on the gigantic library. Though with his permission the boy could probably be late. Actually, could he do that honestly? Well, he wasn't really sure but if you made exceptions for one then there was always more that wanted the same treatment.
The blond had gone to tidying the papers and information on his desk trying to keep his mind from straying too much. Though the other continued to talk to him and the one word not sitting right with the librarian. Bribe, ugh what a horrible word. The look on his face probably saying as much being how he could never control his expressions much like his thoughts. Even if the other was laughing it off, still it wasn't the best word for Aindriu.
Then again the boy tried with the flask, it seemed desperate almost to the young librarian. Oh no, it wasn't well to call someone desperate was it? No, certainly not but he couldn't refuse the boy now because then that would just make him feel worse about it all. "Sure then," he said with another smile holding his hand out towards the other.
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Post by mitzeh on Aug 6, 2011 17:42:02 GMT -5
Regulus watched the man as he proceeded with sorting his papers, a tad bit surprised actually. He had certainly not known that working at a library required so much paperwork, or was their librarian just special? After over four years at Hogwarts, nothing that happened in this school would shock the younger Black too much, not with someone like Dumbledore as the Headmaster. The things the old guy did sometimes…
The Slytherin shook his head, turning his attention back to Aindriu, just in time to hear the man agreeing to letting him stay there longer than he was supposed to. Good. Truth be told, it had gone much smoother than he had expected; how had he missed the librarian’s apparent mellowness before? Then again, he hadn’t even noticed the guy until now; Nuckols was easy to ignore, at least by Slytherin standards. Now that he had, however, Regulus decided that he was going to take good use of it, in one way of another. Despite his perfectly innocent face and posture, the wheels in the young boy’s head were turning as a devious, downright nasty plan began forming itself.
Phase one: complete. Regulus felt like smirking, but somehow he managed not to, instead just giving the other man the metal flask. He had used a spell so it smelled just like pumpkin juice instead of reeking of vodka, therefore he was positive the librarian wouldn’t notice anything at all before it was too late. Black looked the man over, trying to estimate the time and amount of alcohol it would take to get him drunk. He was rather slim, fragile in fact, so it probably wouldn’t be long, especially that there really wasn’t that much juice in the flask; just enough for the drink not to look suspicious. The rest was the finest vodka Regulus could afford – and he could afford a lot. He hadn’t had that much himself and he was already feeling tipsy, despite his rather high tolerance of alcohol. The boy smiled, watching Aindriu drink.
ooc; sorry if it sucks ._.
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Post by aindi on Aug 9, 2011 11:49:34 GMT -5
Well this night was definitely not going as the young librarian had planned. Though he had learned by now that things rarely went as he had planned ahead of time. Besides the school was for the students and so he should worry more of them then the books, just like the one that stood in front of him now.
It wouldn't hurt to stay here and watch over the boy who had asked to stay later than the norm in the library. Besides he couldn't call himself a librarian if he had kicked the other out, even if his own self would allow such a thing.
Aindriu accepted the flask, not able to say no to such things anymore besides the way the other practically begged him too was quite cute to the librarian. He took enough not to offend the boy, but that was it. As far as AIndriu was concerned the student could keep his pumpkin juice, at least that's what it appeared to be to the librarian. Though time would soon tell different to the blond with very little tolerance to such things as the vodka mixed in that flask.
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Post by mitzeh on Aug 10, 2011 18:45:53 GMT -5
The young Slytherin leaned back In his chair – the one he had withdrawn to right after giving the juice to the librarian – and allowed himself a small smirk as he watched the man drink. The grimace was short lived and soon the mask of innocence and good will was back on Regulus’ face, but it had been there for sure; Aindriu might have seen it if he had cared to look, that tiny crack in the perfect image Black had been carving for himself for the past few minutes.
A minute or two later he leaned forward, towards the librarian, and although he was about a foot away from him it still looked much like he was a cat eyeing a mouse. Or, well, a snake watching his prey, in that case. In moments like this it was painfully obvious what House this dark-haired boy was in; very few students, very few people at all would manage to give away such a perfect predatory impression. But that was, perhaps, simply because of the kind of person Regulus was, and had nothing to do with him being a Slytherin at all.
“Do you like it?” he asked, all fake innocent, sweet, sweet venom in his voice. “I... improved it a bit. Tasty, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I have more. Drink as much as you want, sir.” He smiled, no teeth, no joy, just pure malice poorly hidden behind good will. The nasty monster underneath was showing; Regulus could just hope it wasn’t too soon.
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