Dahlia’s first professional performance, age 15.
-shrugs- but to each their own.
|Anonymous: shag list. who. why and how.|
I don’t screw just anybody, but if I were to have a list, Jared, Sirius, a Prewett, a Guinness, and Potter would probably be on it. Why? Because they’re charming, good looking, and most importantly, they have a sense of humor. How? How ever they want -grins-
Jared McAllister sighed, leaning back against the plush leather of the couch, his mind hazy as he drew in a deep breath of insensed air. Beside him, Sturgis Podmore, his head rolling to one side, eyes glazed over. It was late, later than what Jared would have liked. Around the Slytherin common room, many fellow upper years lounged about, the same lazy smile curving their lips. It made Jared wonder if he looked just as out of it. He hoped not. There was a choking sound, yet it was sharp, grating. Jared turned, seeing that Suge had fallen asleep, mouth open. The sight made Jared laugh, though that seemed like too much effort. He just wanted to go asleep.
Jared closed his eyes, but somehow, felt the need to open them, it was like he was being sucked in, which set him on edge. Made his body tense, muscles coil. Stiffly, he rose, feeling his mind body protest. Gritting his teeth, Jared will himself to move, giving a challenging glare to any of the mildly curious looks that turned his way. No one tried to stop him or called him back, though many weren’t in their right mind to do so. Blinking, Jared turned towards the entrance, needing the cool night air to wake him.
The clean air from the passage way itself made the haze lift. Jared leaning heavily against the ordinate door, the smooth wood felt cool, solid against his flushed skin. Almost wearily, Jared peaked an eye open, molten grey seeping through the slip, peering out into the passage way, the darkness seeming to swallow what lay ahead, up. Pushing off the worn wood, Jared sighed, willing his body forward, one foot in front of the other. It was then that he felt the slam of a body, a small, slight one. Hand went out to steady the small thing. “Tae fuck,” He swore, more out of surprise than anything else. “Yer alright? Lass?”
Dahlia steadied herself against the hand that caught her from falling straight on her ass. She looked up, and couldn’t help but smile upon realizing who her savior was. “Just the person I was looking for.” That was a bit of a lie. Dolly hadn’t exactly gone looking for Jared. Hell, she didn’t even know where she was exactly. But now, seeing Jared, Dahlia figured she was some where near the Slytherin common room. She was glad to see him, though. He did owe her a few drinks, didn’t he?
“M’fine, Scotland. Not as fragile as I look, promise.” She gave him a small grin and wrapped her robe tighter around her body. She was only dressed in a sheer night gown that fell just above her knees, paired with boots that she usually wore out in the snow. She rubbed the tops of her arms, and smiled, “I assume you’re out of bed looking for me, huh? Gonna take me for those drinks you promised?” She wasn’t exactly expecting him to actually take her out of the castle, but why not? It would be fun. Then again, anything would be more entertaining than laying in bed and not being able to sleep.
Not a lot of her housemates enjoyed breaking he rules, but Dolly didn’t really mind. Not anymore, anyways. She used to be that timid, little first year that minded every single rule. But as she grew older, Doll found them to be more of a set of guidelines if anything. She figured if she wasn’t harming anybody, how bad could it be to bend a few rules every now and then. Besides, she was young, and her days at Hogwarts were numbered. What good would her memories be if she didn’t even enjoy them? So when Dahlia’s restless mind refused to let her sleep, she quickly threw on a robe and a pair of boots, and left the Hufflepuff common room. She had no idea where she was headed, but she figured that she’d find out once she got there.
She quietly sang a tune to herself, her right hand gently gliding along the stone, cold walls. She took a few rights, made a few lefts, went up a flight of stairs, then went down a few more. Soon enough, she found herself in unfamiliar territory. Dahlia crossed her arms, feeling the cold, murky air of the dungeons raise the hairs on her skin. She wasn’t very familiar with this part of the school. Mainly because she liked to keep to the parts of the school that didn’t send chills down her spine.
Her singing became a low hum as she turned the corner, looking back to see if anyone was following her. She turned her head forward and immediately let out a loud scream as she collided into another body.
She had always been kind of a workaholic. Her necessity to prove to everyone that she was smart, that she was worth it, that she was not just another silly girl, turned her into a driven woman with very little time for a personal life. Emme was the kind of person who would bring her homework to…
Dahlia didn’t enjoy having nothing to do. She was a creature of constant movement. Always off somewhere, doing something. So it didn’t feel right that she’d been sitting on her ass in the Hufflepuff common room for the past half hour doing absolutely nothing. Sure, she could have been doing her homework, but where was the fun in that? Doll was sure that had she decided to stick her head in the books, she’d only find herself more bored than before. ‘You mustn’t neglect your studies, sweetpea. After all, knowledge is power.’ She made a face as her grandfather’s voice resounded in her head. As much as she loved and adored her grandfather, the last thing she needed right now was for him to be in her head telling her what to do with her spare time.
So before his voice made another comment in her head, Dahlia got up and left the common room. She quietly sang to herself as she wandered the castle, a hand gently dragging along the cold, stone walls. She greeted the students that acknowledged her, only smiling and waving as she continued to hum a tune. No one looked at her as if she was some weirdo that sang something instead of actually conversing; Dolly was known for it. She was often found singing or humming something to herself. That’s who she was at Hogwarts: the girl who could sing. And actually do it well.
A few minutes later, Dolly walked out into the courtyard, smiling as the cool night air surrounded her. She continued to hum until she noticed that she wasn’t alone. “Well if it isn’t the head girl herself,” she said, making her way over to the girl, “You look like you could use my company.”
Sound the alarms.