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Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Time literally stopped. It was as if everything about them had frozen and the only things moving forward were the two of them. Nothing else mattered and Sydney suddenly had little care for anything else other than her fellow Gryffindor who was now hovering above her, his body close and the slight weight of him so very welcome. It had been a long while since she dared let herself become intimate with anyone, not since... She shook the dark thoughts of her past from her mind. They were of a time so raw and sinister that she didn't want the taint to pollute the moment. Lane was worth more than that. Already she knew he was well above anything and everything Leo had ever been. That Slytherin had shaken her up, broken her will, her body, her soul. And now, in this moment, she was finding a sense of completion. It was an amazing feeling and Sydney wanted to feel more of that, needed to feel more of it. She was desperate for touch, for intimacy. She needed to feel wanted for the person she was. So many thoughts ran through her mind as the moments passed between she and Lane, their kisses growing more intense with each passing second. Tiny mewling gasps rolled off her lips every time she took a breath, her need evident. But laced with that need was a hint of fear--fear of still being rejected. There was so much he still didn't know, hadn't seen... could he accept all of her, even the dangers... Sydney hoped so as her lips continued their dance with Lane's, her body growing more and more heated, nearly aching for more of his touch. Just then, she arched against him, her eyes closing as she gasped. With flushed cheeks she slowly opened her eyes and looked into his. Th-there's so much you need to know... she whispered softly, a hint of urgency in her tone. Her body was still pressed against his as she looked at him, her eyes glazed with desire. So much you need to see... She bit down on her lip, her body trembling beneath his as worry began to consume her.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. It was over, every sane and rational thought had vanished at that point. They were in the middle of a common room, where anyone could walk in at any given time but it seemed like neither of them could care any less. The more he pushed the more she pulled, and he did not waste time to advance even further. His body shifted to adjust against her own, crawling atop hers as the kissed turned more passionate. little gasps of air left his lips occasionally to flow over her own, only for him to press his lips into hers harder than before. His body welled up with insatiable desire, his attraction to her flooding him with need and emotion to match her. His hands shifted down to grab her thighs, raising her legs to wrap them around his waist as they kissed, taking advantage of her newly arched body that asked for his own's press. She spoke, and moment her whisper reached his ear his eyes opened and his lips paused for mere seconds. He could not say he had the same control over his body, which helplessly pressed down against her own, aching for that certain feeling. His lips brushed against her own when he spoke to respond, his breath flowing slightly over her lips, his hands tightening ever so lightly against her legs. There is nothing that I can know that will change my mind about where I am right now...nothing that I need to see besides your body, that will make me pull away... he panted between words, his lips nipping and his tongue licking at her lips between each few words, unable to contain his desire for her as she laid beneath him.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Lane's words were a comfort to her ears, but still, Sydney knew she was broken. So very far from the whole person she'd once been before Leo had shattered her completely. However, despite that, she could feel Lane slowly picking up those pieces and placing them back together. It was so strange to feel that trust building, wanting it to build. For the past few years she'd kept herself hidden, fearing closeness and intimacy. Yet now, she could feel herself reaching out from within, yearning for it and crying out. It was overwhelming to the point of hurting--a bittersweet bliss she refused to turn from and would face head on. She just wanted him to know, to be aware. At that Sydney nodded, her body pressing back in response. A tiny whimper escaped her as she shifted and writhed, an ache starting to burn as her body reacted to everything that was Lane. Then, let me start with this... she whispered. Her pale eyes welled up a little and she moved so that she could tug on her wristband. A tiny sob bubbled up as she pulled it off, the scar blazing in scarlet fury, perfectly legible in her unmistakable scrawl almost as fresh-looking as the day it was made. Whore. Such a reminder of that time, that horrid time. Those three days had been so long, so terrifying, so humiliating, so... That is just the beginning, Sydney whispered as she kissed Lane's jaw, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Everything had been going so smoothly, and heaven seemed to surround him because of her touch. The feeling of her warm lips caressing his own, their bodies pressed into one another's, the moment was perfect and begged for more. Yet something suddenly fell out of place. Her movements were needy, desperate, and reaching for him yet her eyes...they teared and cried at the thoughts that welled up in her head. It suddenly caused Lane to pause, his body froze and his lips parted from her own as he looked wide-eyed at the tears that fell down her cheek. For a moment his heart sank into his stomach, wondering if it was something he did or that perhaps she did not agree to how far he'd...advanced. Just then, just before his thoughts went elsewhere and he began to feel guilt, she rolled down her sleeve and his eyes were drawn to the evil that was her scar. It seemed more like a brand, and as he read the word his eyes filled with disgust. Disgust that something so cruel would even be thought of, disgust that someone would even touch a girl so pure, so utterly angelic with ill intentions. Then it clicked, and he realized that it was inflicted in a similar situation to the one they're in now. Lane froze, and his eyes widened as they darted back to Sydney. His lips opened to speak but only fragments came out, I'm... and How did... were the only words that could leave his mouth. His mind was telling him to move, to get off of her so he would not cause her the slightest bit of discomfort, but he couldn't. His rational mind clashed with his body's sudden urge of protectiveness. Suddenly he found his arms wrapping around her and just as quickly he pressed her head against his neck and pushed his body into her own, embracing her in a warm and comforting hug. There were no words for him to say, only the sudden urge to make her as comfortable as possible, to feel as safe as she possibly could with him. He didn't know what to say, but he would not let her feel ashamed nor disgusted by her own self. Not someone so beautiful.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Sydney looked up into Lane's face, her eyes finding his as reality began to set in. She had tried to warn him when she told him there was so much he needed to know and to see... and this truly was just the start of it all--the first of many scars. Though it was amazing at how many more scars were actually invisible, scars she bore on the inside, scars that had left her broken, a mere husk. That was, until now. Lane was slowly changing things. He might not fully realize the impact of his actions, but every little thing he was doing, saying, all of it was having a profound affect. And all of it was making her feel safe, like a cherished treasure. Never had she felt this way before with anyone. Never did she think it possible. Leaning into Lane's shoulder, Sydney just let her tears flow freely. Her body shook with sobs, but she could tell that Lane didn't mind them. There's more, Lane... she continued through her soft whimpers. I need to show you more, to tell you about it all... She could feel his hands, warm and strong holding her tightly and oh how safe she felt. It was as if Leo would never be able to harm her again... Merlin, she hoped not. After a few more gasping whimpers, Sydney looked up into Lane's eyes again. A part of her couldn't believe she was letting go of everything, yet another felt so relieved and was glad. She knew she was making the right decision with Lane. Everything about him beckoned to her and her craving for intimacy couldn't be denied, not with him so close. Is there somewhere we can go where no one can bother us? she asked him, her cheeks reddening. You need to know everything. I want you to know everything, she added with a tiny sniffle, her body pressed close to his for comfort.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane's frown saddened even further when she told him there was more that he needed to know. He'd kind of figured, that such a scar did not come along but brought with it many others. He didn't know he could feel this sad...he'd never, in fact, been this upset over anything before. It was a new feeing, a painful feeling that was most discomforting. That thought alone, was discomforting. Yet he was already this saddened and this upset by it from one minute of knowledge...this girl, she had to carry this sadness around for her entire life. He found himself squeezing her against him a little tighter. He found his lips pressing protective kisses against her jaw-line, against her neck and cheek as he tears rolled over and grazed his lips. He was going to fulfill every single wish she had, until this sadness vanished. If he had to give up everything he loved, just to have her smile, he would. The most private place he could think of at that time was his own dorm. This wasn't like old Hogwarts, were girls were not allowed in the boys dorm. This was university, and the university recognized that adult students meant more access. More so, there was no one currently in the dorms. It was the the first week of school, people were flooded with classes or were around campus. It would work perfectly for now. With that thought, he nodded against her head and smiled. Let's go then, beautiful. The dorms are right upstairs.
Thread: Gryffindor Common Room

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Sydney nodded and gave Lane a watery half-smile. All right, she said, trying her best not to cry harder than she already was. She was grateful for Lane, his actions and care. He was beyond wonderful and far better than she deserved. Somehow he was able to pick up the pieces of her broken and shattered soul and put them back together, even the tiniest of slivers. But even still... there was more for him to learn, to know... to see. Slowly, Sydney then stood up. She turned her head toward the staircase that led toward the dorms themselves. Looking back at Lane, she gave him another smile and wiped at her eyes. Yes, she was ready. She needed this and more than wanted to share everything with him no matter how overwhelming or painful it would be to relive the memories, to face them. It was time to share them, to claim back the intimacy she craved so deeply to have with another... and she wanted that with Lane. Only with Lane. Sydney exits to the Gryffindor Boys' Dorms
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

The Gryffindor Boys' Dorms It is located off the Gryffindor Common Room. All House dorms are charmed and can accommodate several four-poster beds and wardrobes. Each student gets one.
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Boys' Dorms. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Sydney walked up the stairs leading toward the dorms and when she came to the divide, rather than taking the fork that would normally lead her to the girls' dorms, she took the one leading to the boys'. She swallowed hard as she followed the stone steps, steps she hadn't expected to walk, at least not for the reasons she was. Each step caused her tummy to flutter with nerves, yet at the same time a strange sense of calm washed over her. Lane would be with her and that in and of itself made everything better, made her feel safe. Once at the top of the stairs, Sydney made her way into the Boys' Dorms. She then turned around and faced Lane. I'm not sure where to start, she said, a shiver running down her spine in that moment as the memories flooded her mind. She hoped to replace those memories once she divulged them, to finally purge herself of the darkness and fill her life with light and laughter and possibly love.
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

Name Nickname Kevin Reyes Attire Work Out Clothes HouseYear Gryffindor3rd Year Wand 9, Willow, Dragon Heartstring Location Gryffindor Boy's Dorm Tagging Anyone Time Tuesday September 5, 2073,Afternoon Kevin's face was red with anger and a bit of exhaustion, he had ran from the training room all the way up to the dorms. As he got to the top of the stairs he noticed two people standing there. He recognized the two even though he didn't know them too well. Without a word he walked past and made his way to his trunk and began rummaging through it to find an outfit. Once he found a good enough suit to wear he dressed quickly then left. His mind was flooded with memories of his father and how the man always put him down and beat him for not being good enough. There was only one thing he could do and that was become a better man then his father could ever be and then rub it in the bastard's face. Exits to Corridors
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane watched as a very angry looking boy left the dorms and stormed outside just as they had reached the top of the stairs. He glanced back for a moment, wondering, before his attention was again stolen by Sydney. Right, he had no time to think about others. He didn't want to think about another. Right now, all he cared about and all he needed to do was listen to her. He would be the vessel that she would sink all her worries and fears within. He would fight all her demons himself if he had to. His hand slipped into her own, and squeezed it a little tightly. It's alright...you don't have to rush into anything. Come here, lets get you comfortable first. He stepped into the dorm and tailed her along with him. He made his way to the very far end of the whole room, where his bed lay. Marrick's bed was next to his own, but Marrick was no where to be found. He led her onto the bed and grabbed the covers, laying them cozily atop her before walking to a little stand beside the bed. He pulled out his wand and waved it, casting an non audible spell to have a glass of water appear. He grabbed the glass and placed it onto her hand gently, before slipping onto the bed and sliding himself under the covers next to her. He was there for her to crawl on top of, hold against, hug, kiss, whatever she needed to summon her courage to speak. I'm all yours, Sydney. He leaned into and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. You can tell me anything.
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Boys' Dorms. Tagging Anyone Lane sees Kevin. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Later afternoon. Sydney no sooner turned toward Lane when another Gryffindor male walked up the stairs and into the dorms behind them. He was a bit older than herself and he seemed upset about something, not in the mood for conversation. But no matter. She needed Lane right now, to talk to him, to tell him so many things--dark things. Her tummy lurched at the thought of what she'd need to relive by divulging her past. But, she had to get it off her chest, he needed to know all of it. Every last detail. When they were finally alone, Sydney wasted no time crawling under the covers with Lane. She was glad of the audible charm as no one but him needed to hear anything she was about to tell him. But... there was something else he needed to see--another scar, a far worse scar. He'd already seen the one on her hand, but the one on her back. Oh god, it was so much more horrible than the other one she bore. Well, Sydney began, her eyes welling again. Before I get started, there's one other thing you should see. And before another student walks in here, I... At that, she bit down on her lip and could feel fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Sydney sat up then and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she let her fingers reach for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, so slowly, she began to pull it upwards. Yes, she was removing it... taking it off for Lane to see the most gruesome thing about her. Once her shift was fully off and she was in nothing but her bra, she opened her eyes and twisted around. She sucked in a sharp breath as she waited for Lane's reaction to the sight of the scar--the carving. Mudblood. The word was clear, the letters large. It took up the entire width of the small of her back. Cursed. Forever to remain. A reminder of her blood status, of those wretched three days of torture, those three days of violation and the horrible lowly thing she had to do in order to get her wand back and escape.
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

Name Nickname Lane Crawford Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Year. Wand 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Location Gryffindor Common Room. Tagging Anyone Sydney. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Afternoon. Lane watched her carefully, without uttering a word so he could put his full attention into listening. This wasn't a time for him to be a joker, nto a time for him to trick or make light of the situation. Her constant streams of fresh tears reaffirmed that every time his nature planned to take over. He had never felt truly sad before...it was not in his nature, not in his biology to be this sad nor cautious with words. Yet her, she was the first one to bring out such emotion from him. Something about her face, her tears, the way she looked at him in both shame and sadness when she slowly lifted her shirt, it shook him. The scar itself, as horrid as it was, took him by surprise. He found himself completely surrounded by sorrow as she flashed him such cruelty. She could see the light fade from his face for a few moments, as he sat there beside her, with his mouth half open in utter shock and sadness. He didn't know what to think first, as a sudden flood of thought took over his mind. He suddenly felt disgusted with everyone around him but her. He did not have a culprit to direct this sudden feeling of anger towards, so as far as he cared everyone was responsible. Everyone was this cruel. To know that such a woman walked between them and still they let this happen to her. He raised his head to look away from the scar and into her eyes, watching as tears streamed down her face like a waterfall of shame and disgust at something she had no control over. Without a word, he turned around and picked up a permanent marker from the stand right beside the bed. He then took his hand and lifted his shirt, holding it up right under his chin and exposing his abdomen and chest to her. It was built and toned, but that was not the point of the action. He took the marker, and tried to do his best to write upside down. With a few backwards letters and bad hand-writing, he took the marker and began to stroke the tip against his skin. Slowly, he spelled out the word 'MudBlood' right across his stomach. Then, a little '2' right above it just to bring that smile back to her face. So am I, then.
Thread: Gryffindor Boys' Dorms

Name Nickname Sydney Mistlethwaite Attire Gryffindor Uniform and Robes. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Spruce, Unicorn tail hair, 834 in, bendy. Location The Gryffindor Boys' Dorms. Tagging Anyone Lane. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Early evening. Sydney felt so ashamed as she sat there is silence so that Lane could see her scar--her carving--for what it was. The story behind it was that of a nightmare, the most horrific time in her life and one she'd barely spoken of to anyone. Not even her closest friends knew of the details of what had occurred during those three days, not really. They all knew better than to ask. And she was perfectly content with them allowing their thoughts and imaginations figuring things out and filling in the gaps. But with Lane... with him... Sydney wanted him to know everything, to know it all. The time had finally come where she needed to face everything that had occurred head on and possibly even find that closure. She needed to move on. She wanted to move on. More than anything, she was craving the intimacy another could provide and willingly extend and she saw all of that with Lane. Wanted it, craved it. Everything in her mind, her body desired it unlike it had ever done in the past since that horrible time when her life had been forever altered. Sydney began to shake a little as she cried, all the memories flooding back, fresh as the day it all had happened. She could hear Lane moving behind her. But the silence. It was maddening. Finally, she turned to see what he was doing, her pale eyes drawn to where he was writing across his front--chest, stomach, abs. Tilting her head, she read the letters--one by one--and she felt herself suddenly choke on a sob. I... Sydney started, cutting herself off as her voice faltered. She reached up and covered her mouth, touched by the gesture of what Lane had done. You... She was stuttering, tripping over her words as she looked at him with much affection. Just then she reached out and touched his face, her hand gently running down until the tips of her fingers touched the letters he'd just written across his body. Do you know how much this means to me? she then asked. That you did this? Her eyes were fixed on the letters for a moment before she looked into his eyes once more. No one has ever done anything like this for me before... not ever.