Start the Year with a Bang PV Falentra Finished

@Howard White

Howard had been off these past couple of weeks. It was expected really. Who wouldn’t be when having such cruel words said about them. Falentra herself had said a few things in the past that she probably shouldn’t have, but at least she’d say it to their faces and not for the whole bloody school to see through a newspaper article. They always made it more extreme and dramatised the whole situation. Not only that but it was degrading and even more so when it was affecting her boyfriend. She wasn’t having it, not anymore.

He was about to go into yet another rant about the article, she felt it creeping. The mumbles and grunts, the swearing, the reddened eyes that grew darker with rage... they were enough signs to bring Falentra to a sudden halt. They had stopped just outside the office door. Coincidental much...
“Howard.” Her tone was more harsh and louder than it normal was, for she tried her best to overpower him and get his attention. Her hands soon followed by resting themselves within his own, holding them tightly. His presence and overall looks right now would probably have put the majority of the school on edge, but Falentra never cared or felt threatened by him. “Listen. You aren’t a bad person. I know you aren’t what they say you are. It was wrong of them to judge you, your kind, without gettin’ to know you.” A frown had crept it’s was to her face as she spoke. While what she said was true, she knew that he did have a darker side that was bound to be dangerous if unable to keep controlled. But she too had that side, so for her to tell him no, that’s wrong just didn’t cross her mind. Why would it.

Her eyes searched his for a moment, trying her best to make him feel somewhat better with her words. The problem was, words only did so much. She needed to help let out his anger to an extent but at the same time show her support.
Her head would then turn towards the door, staring at it as she thought for a moment. “I.. have an idea.” The saddened frown instantly turned into a mischievous smile. What she was about to offer was a very bad idea, and reckless but it was bloody brilliant. “How about we leave them a message. If they really think of you as dangerous, I reckon we should give ‘em a good show. We’ll trash this place later on while everyone is having dinner. They wouldn’t suspect a thing... two students missing wouldn't stand out to the professors.” Her head turned to him, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of chaos and mischief. She defiantly did bounce off of his anger, as he did with hers. It was what made them so perfect together. “Then we’ll give them something to talk about when they leave the Great Hall. They won’t know what hit them.” Her grip tightened on him, her passion getting the better of her.

@Falentra Black

Howard’s eyes would widen just a bit at the sound of his own name. Falentra’s tone was enough to stop his would be rant dead in its tracks. He had of course heard every range that her voice could carry, but that particular one wasn’t often directed at him. As she took his hands in hers he would know why. When he got in one of his moods it always took sharp action to break through. “Yeah, I know.” Howard grumbled in agreement as she talked him up. The article had treated him unfairly and what she said was mostly truth, but the pair both knew that there was a darkness that lied within. “I know I’m fucked up, but to drag all the others down too is way outta order.” Perhaps a surprising sentiment from the antisocial teen, but what bothered him most about the article was that is grouped all the Dhampirs together under his mistake. To him it was just as bad as all the anti half breed shite going on in the rest of the magical community.

With a sigh of frustration Howard would try to shake it off as his eyes followed Falentra’s back towards the door, but it was a mute point. It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, but as she began to speak things would take a turn. He couldn’t help but match her mischievous smile as that little twinkle splashed in her eye. Whatever the idea it was bound to be good. Whenever Fal got in this mood, chaos was soon to follow and like a moth to flame he would dive right in. “Whatcha got?” Howard asked as his sour expression shifted to one of curious excitement. His grip on her hands would tighten as she laid out her plan. It was brilliant and exactly what a person of action like him needed to move on. “Hell yeah! That’s fuckin’ great, Fal.”

The gears in Howard’s head would begin to turn as he was fueled by her passion. It would be the perfect retaliation to vandalize the office. Let them know that they can’t get away with publishing such trash and that if they do there is a price to pay. Howard was sick of just standing by while some people in his community just got away with continuing all of these anti half breed ideals. It was time to do something about it! It was time to stand up! “Alright. Let’s meet back here after dinner has started and we’ll give ‘em hell!” He agreed to the plan with a final squeeze of her hands. The break between classes was coming to an end and they would have to go their separate ways for the remainder of the school day, but just as he was about to leave an idea would strike. “Fal! Do me a solid. Bring every copy of the paper you can find. I gotta idea.”

@Howard White

She had frowned at his choice of words given in her attempt at cheering him up. They really had gotten to him this time, more than she thought. He was defiantly tough and hard to get to– even though he often flipped out in rage, he would get over it pretty much after he unleashed his anger, but it seemed this mood wasn’t for budging. So she was glad to have brought up the idea. It wasn’t like he was going to decline an offer at causing mischief anyway, whether it was for him or not... causing trouble with him always made the pair at their happiest.

Hell yeah! That’s fuckin’ great, Fal.

His mood had lifted almost instantly. Not completely, but the change of tone and glimpse of confidence and that familiar look of chaos shown in his expression. Falentra couldn’t help but smile. She would look up at him, listening and admiring at the same time. “Mhm.” She agreed to his plan, not bothering to say too much after. At this point, she just wanted to get straight into it. Getting those hands dirty and doing what they knew best. Besides, they never really had to discuss in too much detail about who would go where and who would do what in these situations. They would often just clicked, as though they became one in these devious times. It was most defiantly a special bond, a special connection... whatever you want to call it. It was rare to find and dangerous to say the least.

They planned very little in the following minutes to come. A specific time and the exact location to meet were said but otherwise there were to depart soon after. “I’ll see you later on then yeah?” She confirmed with him. There was probably enough time for them to wander around together for awhile longer if they wanted, but Falentra was too eager and focused now to be all lovely dovey. Her hands gave his one last squeeze. She would tug him down slightly in the process to her standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

Finally! The rest of the day had passed. Classes were finished and oh how they had dragged... Falentra and Howard no doubt were both clock-watching for the rest of that day. Running over the event that was to take place later that evening were surely to have been the only things on their mind.

The corridors were dark and silent. Few candles were lit to lead you through without bumping into walls or having those damn paintings glaring at you if you dared lit the tip of your wand. Slight muffles from the students could be heard from down the hall, but thankfully the thick cobblestones wall muted most the noise. It was sure to be needed for what they had planned.

Dinner time
Outside Hogwarts’ Headliner Office.

As discussed, Howard was stood outside the office where they had last left off. He was dressed in all black. He could have almost blended in with the shadows if it wasn’t for his pale complexion and red eyes that stood out like a sore thumb. Quite creepy actually.
The Slytherin smiled as she approached, her clothing matching his own. On her back would be a backpack that carried a tin of red paint and a handful of newspapers that he had requested. It was already starting to strain her muscles with how heavy they were. What did he want them for anyway? The thought left her mind as quickly as it came for she were to whisper to her partner in curiosity. “You gonna knock that door down or what” Her adrenaline was starting to kick in now. They had to act quickly but she wasn’t going to proceed until Howard gave the go ahead. In silence, Falentra waited eagerly, her eyes scanning their surrounding as she covered for the Hufflepuff whilst he made the first move.

@Falentra Black

The rest of the day had dragged on for what seemed like forever. Every minute felt like an hour as Howard stared at the clock for the rest of the school day. The only thing that got him through it was the devious plan that Falentra had come up with for them...and that parting kiss. How could a pair of lips be so soft...No! Stay focused Howard.There was revenge to be had! Throughout the remainder of the day he would collect every copy of the Hogwarts Headliner that he could find. It was time for that team to be put in their place. It was time for Howard to be heard!

Shortly after the majority of the student body made their way to the Great Hall for dinner, Howard would get ready. He chose to dress all in black as it accentuated his physical features. The pale, almost corpse like flesh would clash with the dark fabric and make his crimson eyes stand out more than they already did. With the statement he planned on making this evening he wanted his Dhampir features on full display. After getting dressed, Howard would make his way down to the Headliner office and wait for Falentra. All he brought with him was his wand and his school bag that he had filled with copies of the Headliner.

“Hey!” He whispered as she made her appearance, his eyes wide with adrenaline. Howard would bounce up and down on his feet as the time had finally come. “Hell yeah I am.” That door was coming down, but perhaps a little beautification first. “Check this!” He said with a wink and a wicked smile. While Falentra played lookout, Howard would make the first move. Taking a step towards the door he would reach up with his long arms and place his nails hard against the door. Using his strength and body weight, he would begin to tear long, deep claw marks into the wood. The writer of that article wanted to make him out to be nothing but a monster and that’s exactly what they would get this evening. A reminder of their transgressions and more importantly, a warning.

@Howard White

The sound of nails grazing against the wooden door caught Falentra off guard. She wasn't expecting him to act so fast. She knew they had to be quick with the trouble they were causing to lower their chances of being caught, but there was absolutely no stopping him. He really was ready for this moment, she could tell. Falentra kept glancing over her shoulder every now and then to check for any movement but her attention was mainly on Howard and what he was doing. If one could look so dreamy by doing something bad, it was him. ''Hah! Go on!'' She cheered, her adrenaline turned into pure excitement now.

Whilst he continued to leave his personal mark on the door, Falentra would swing the bag pack onto the ground in front of her. Taking out the paint and newspapers, she would kneel down and pry open the tin. ''Howard!'' She called out, still beaming with excitement. She would have dunked her fingers into the paint and flung a bit towards him, covering parts of his clothing as well as the door in red paint. A laugh would follow before she swiped her coloured hand over her neck, leaving a red print.

The Slytherin would by this point be wearing more red than black. It was chaotic and she loved it. She couldn't get enough of it. ''Go on Howard, knock it down now!'' She cheered for him again, trying to rile him up even more. Falentra by now would have been stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm as she attempted first to give the door a kick in. She was nowhere near as strong as him, so the results were to be laughable.
She kicked her foot out and booted the door with the sole, though only a loud bang would end as some sort of result for her. And a now aching foot. ''Ah! Fuck sake!'' She grunted, her grip tightening on his arm to help keep up her balance after the impact. She couldn't help but laugh at the poor attempt she gave. If it wasn't for the adrenaline, she would have probably been in more pain than she felt. But now would have been the perfect time for him to show off his own strength, to damage the place more than they already had in such a short amount of time.

@Falentra Black

As Howard’s nails dug deep into the wood of the door he couldn’t help but laugh as he did so. It was finally the release for all of the pent up frustration and anxiety he had been looking for. He reveled in the physical act as he allowed those emotion to pour out through his claws. Howard was always a person of action and fortunately he had a great partner to help push him in the right direction. As she called him, he would turn back towards Falentra with a wicked smile, fangs exposed as the excitement and adrenaline coursed through his body.

SPLAT

Howard bellowed in laughter as the red paint hit his face, clothes and the door behind him. All caution was gone from his mind. He didn’t care about the consequences of tonight’s action. It just felt too good to revel in the chaos and to let the madness control his actions. As she came to stand beside him, Howard would dunk his own hand into the bucket and throw some more paint around. The pair would stand together, covered in paint as their eyes locked on the target before them. Fal would call for the finishing blow and took it upon herself to strike first. Her hand would grip his arm as she lashed out at the door.

Another bout of laughter would escape Howard lips as Falentra’s kick had little effect. He wasn’t making fun of her for the failure, but joining her in the comedy of the scene before them. His arm would swing around her quickly to help maintain her balance. “Stick with the wand, Fal.” Howard said with a wink as he squeezed her close. “Now lemme give it a go!” After making sure she was stable, he would take a step towards the door. The adrenaline would fuel him as the images splashed across his mind. Howard would see the faces of those that looked upon him in fear or disgust, those that would judge him by appearance alone before even giving him a chance. He could hear the whispers of those that thought themselves superior to him. He could see the word written both in Hogwarts and across the magical community that called for the removal of his kind from society. Deep down in Howard’s soul there would be a terrible sadness, but with it came a fury and tonight he would not fight it.

“FUCK YOU!!” Howard raged as his right leg thrashed out towards the door. With a satisfying snap, the wood would break inwards as the door nearly feel from its hinges. He would spin back towards Falentra, arms raised in victory and a mad look in his eye. The emotions would spew from deep within as he purged his feelings through action. A weight would lift from his shoulders as he bounced forward, scooping Fal into his arms and pressing his lips firmly against hers. He would stay there for as long as she allowed before setting her down. As successful as the night had been there was still one more card to be dealt. Leaning down Howard would grab the bags full of newspaper in one hand and reach out for Fal with the other. “Come ‘ere! Got one last thing for the bastards!”