Post by theodore on Aug 8, 2011 14:09:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] your jar of hearts --- sabriel lay in his bed in his dorm, eating an apple and reading a script for hamlet as he ate. he hadn't understood the fascination for shakespeare and his plays when he first started his private acting lessons. now he did, thanks to his shakespeare obsessed teacher and the scripts themselves. the way shakespeare wrote was very poetic, and how he managed to string all of the events so the scripts went at a nice past, was very admirable. how he could also write both comedies and tragedies really well was also very admirable, too. sabriel could never write both genres as well as shakespeare had. due to shakespeare's excellent play-writing and writing skills, sabriel was a fan. not one of those fans who were practically obsessed with everything about shakespeare, but one of those fans who appreciated the guy's work and would see him as something more than a weird writer who had fluffy sideburns and wore a strange shirt with a big collar. currently in the hamlet script, gertrude was announcing ophelia's death. it was too bad ophelia had to die, yet at the same time, gertrude's death announcement was written really poetically. sabriel had to admit, shakespeare could really write. his owl, hermes, began to hoot, alerting sabriel that he had forty minutes until his next class, just like sabriel had asked him to. "thanks, hermes," sabriel said to his owl, and gave him a treat. he then stood up and stretched, before picking up his backpack and putting it around his right shoulder. he then put the hamlet in his desk drawer and locked the drawer with a simple mutter of "colloportus." not only was the desk drawer filled with his acting lesson things and scripts that sabriel read in his free-time, it was also filled with some of his most personal and precious items. some of the items had a lot of sentimental value to sabriel. taking another apple from his fruit basket and tossing the previous apple, now an apple core, into the trash bin, sabriel left his dorm. he locked it with the same spell he had used for his desk drawer, and then he was off. his next class was near the courtyard, and both were on the other side of camp from sabriel's dorm. he'd have to walk quickly. sabriel picked up his pace and jogged his way to class. he passed by many classmates on his way there, who either waved or glared daggers at him. you either liked sabriel or you didn't here at the academy, only a couple of people didn't know him. if you hated sabriel, it was probably because you were envious of his looks, thought he was a big jerk, or he broke your heart. sabriel acted as if he didn't care. deep down, some part of him did care. he had, and still, kind-of, did at the moment, want to change. but he was in too deep. especially now because of his new, fake relationship with lydia zabini. it mainly composed of sex and wanting to get people jealous. what type of relationship was that? most of the time, when sabriel was in the bed with lydia, he threw his reluctant feelings out the window. there was no denying that lydia's body was amazing. but when he was out of the bed... well, those reluctant feelings returned. sabriel sighed, not sure what to think of the mess he was in right now. when he had made the deal with lydia, which was soon after dahlia had refused to sleep with him, it had seemed like such a good idea. he thought of the annoymous owls he had exchanged with "fairy godmother", he had told her he was going to change. that he'd prove it to her that he would, that he was brighter than she thought he was, and that he wouldn't care about what other people thought of his new changes. but now, when he was confronted with the task to actually change, sabriel felt to scared to do it. and this was probably why he was a slytherin, not a gryffindor. if only dahlia hadn't refused him! he still didn't even get why she had. was it because he was a slytherin? no, that wasn't a reason. even the gryffindor girls agreed to sleep with him once they got sight of his abs. most girls just slept with him to get rid of him, but dahlia had been too stubborn to do that. and now, she had sabriel intrigued by her. despite his wishes, he still kept thinking about her, and was still frustrated by her. he needed to get over her, but for some stupid reason he couldn't. and thinking of the devil... as sabriel entered the courtyard, he saw her. dahlia malfoy, with her blond waves and blue eyes. damn it, why wouldn't she just sleep with him for once? well, he wasn't going to act like she affected him at all. that's why he went to lydia in the first place. there was a full twenty five minutes before class. sabriel had some time to do what he wanted to do. he walked towards her, more silent than the air itself. she was reading a book at the moment. he bent down and whispered in her ear. "hello, ringlets," he said with a slight smirk on his face. "don't look too startled, people are staring," he added, his smirk getting a tad bigger. ahh, now this was fun. and despite the fact on how it wouldn't help him change his reputation at all, he couldn't help but feel better as his thoughts diverted from figuring out on how to change his reputation to the blond girl in front of him. tag: dahlia ! word count: 960 lyric credit: christina perri notes: enjoy! |
