*/Start it up;; Lorcan

[reanne arabella entwhistle]

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[paige]

I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"

It was all a blur at this point. He didn’t even know why he was in Hogsmeade. To the youngest of the identical Scamander twins, Hogsmeade just represented a place for him to avoid. It was filled with students, all bustling and running, trying to get this and catch that. It was enough to make him sick. He remembered hearing once, a long time ago, that this was supposed to be the last pure magical village in Britain. He thought that was a load of crap. This place was nothing more than a tourist attraction. The shops were evident of that. Every Hogsmeade weekend it was the same routine: kids send off to their parents to send them some galleons so that they can go and buy more useless tripe that they don’t actually need.

Then again, perhaps his bitterness derived more from his dislike of the students than their actions. There was no doubt that Lorcan Scamander was attractive—with his thick chocolate brown hair, mesmerizing green eyes and pouty lips, he was the object of many fantasies. And he knew it. He was well aware that whenever he walked down the halls of Hogwarts, there were many students of the female persuasion who would love nothing more than to just yank him into a broom closet. But then there were others who openly hated him and then wanted him to make them scream in ecstasy when no one was around. It was all so…boring. He was tired of dealing with them all. He knew that he was the object of their sexual fantasies, but he wondered how many of them knew that they were the object of his loathing and bloody fantasies. No, it was better that they don’t. After all, he thought in annoyance, best never to let them know what you truly think. His father taught him that.

That was perhaps another reason for his loathing. This past summer was the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak. He went from accepting his existence and just trying to survive, to living in a rented room in The Leaky Cauldron with his twin brother, whom he hadn’t spoken a decent word to in over four years. But, Lorcan supposed that’s what big brothers are for. There to clean up your mess, even if it’s partially theirs as well. Lorcan looked up from his musings to see that his feet had traveled him farther in Hogsmeade. He noticed that the streets were actually calm. It was a pleasant escape and he figured that he should enjoy this time. He didn’t have that many galleons, as the Scamander twins were being forced to save every scrap of money that they were able to. But, he figured he had enough to satisfy his sweet tooth.

For as long as he has been able to remember, chocolate has always chased his demons away. Just thinking about partaking in the delectable gooeyness of chocolate made him feel slightly better. Subconsciously, his hand rose up to finger the scar on his cheek. It was possibly the only imperfection on his body; well, it was the only one that people could easily see. He remembered the only the time someone had dared to ask him about it. He was just a firstie and an older Gryffindor male was trying to bully him. He didn’t know for what purpose, but, a few well-placed hexes and no one dared to ask after that. He supposed it was a cruel message, but one that had to be delivered.

Slowly but surely, his gait as relaxed as he allowed himself to be able, he made it to the old rusty door. It swung open, the chimes ringing and it once again brought a smile to his face. Perhaps he’d be nice and get something for Ly as well, they were brothers after all. And, well, Lorcan wasn’t good at expressing gratitude, but he knew that his actions would be understood. He wandered through the shop, eying the different treats and wondering how they could be appetizing. He just wanted plain old chocolate—well, not that there was anything plain about chocolate. He walked to the line, not paying attention, until he heard the girl in front of him speak. He looked up and smiled. Reanne Enwhistle, or Rae, was one of the few people that he considered a friend. Oh he had allies, he had acquaintances, but he didn’t really have friends. But Rae was even closer to being an older sibling, an annoying older sister, than just a friend. Despite her being a Slytherin, he knew that she cared for him. And he cared for her, if his over-protectiveness was any indication.

He was going to buy her treats, but he was on a budget. Besides, he looked up and she left. He hurriedly paid for his and Ly’s chocolate and briskly walked outside. He saw her sitting at a table and he smiled. Well, at least he could interact with someone who didn’t annoy him today. “Hello, my dear Rae. Enjoying your chocolate I see.” He sat down, his long legs spread in front of him, resting his arm on the back of his chair as he nodded his head in the direction of her chocolate confection.

words * 883
tags * Reanne Entwhistle
outfit * the short sleeve one
credits * Lyrics: Panic! At the Disco--There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Labeled Honey, You Just Haven't Figured It Out Yet
comments * It's all good...