Fine and Sandy PV Levi Drakos Closed

@Celeste Wetherstead

"So, do you bite?" Levi chuckled blithely beside his opening line, announcing his presence to the odd girl wandering along the Great Lake's shore, studying the rocky land and the water crashing upon it into beaming shards, as though waiting for a sudden wave to take her in to its depth. His eyes glided outward over the dark lake, the waters dead excusing the humble unrest at the students' feet, reaching back in its momentum no further than a few measly meters. Something, however, did crash over him, but rather than drench him in its essence, it was only the heavy soaking of his youth, personified in doubt. Upon a second look at the blonde young lady, trudging about in her own world, one she clearly was not keen to share, Levi hesitated.

"Sorry. That was forward. If you'll extend the courtesy of an introduction, my name is Levi Drakos." The Gryffindor reached his hand for the potential companion's with a distinct stutter to his movement, expecting to let it fall back depressed to his side when the offer was rejected.

He was certainly off his game, if one could say he had any with a straight face. The boy hadn't expected to find company along this walk, in search of consolation outside of the typical corner seat so tainted by both an inky charcoal-colored stain and a bloody one. There was a loose sense of adventure in wandering the grounds of Hogwarts, observing as students whispered and gossiped, cried and laughed. That part of the universe that wasn't designed for his bare gaze was that which intrigued him the most, sang like a siren's song lulling him to shipwreck. While that black matter did loom in the air between disputing lover's and decrepit friendships, it was also laced like a drug in white noise, a flickering vacancy sign behind the missed exit. That constellation you can't seem to find tonight.

With the shadow of a long summer came the owls flying to and fro faster than usual, not only for himself but for each Hogwarts students, envelopes licked by infidelity, shade, general poison. The nitty gritty details varied but the tragedy was in the same outline from east to west. Inside those claws, not howlers but something worse, shaky script or some unknown at all. Mysteries and secrets wrapped and tied like little gifts, quills low on ink, paper stained with tears. The air had become tense, and in his back pocket now was the note from today, a simple question from his parents.

What has you worried? So ink-smudges were his tell, eh?

Oh, like you don't know. People want so badly to be pure that they will boil themselves until the steam carries away their sins, but they forget that the wounds remain as scars, constant reminders of what they punished into nonbeing. Pain was a finite force but sin, oh it was certainly not. Sure, the brunet knew no more than a pair of foreign initials and a so-called gift buried deep in his genes, but it was enough to suspect. Anything was enough to suspect. The only thing that mattered was the tick of the clock on time to penalize. He could hear it in the water's gentle unease, swish swish, tik tok.

This search for the clocks battery, as to wind it forward and watch the lies fall to the soil like coverage on the uninhibited, is what brought Levi head-to-head with the blonde student. The girl's eyes were locked onto the ground in a fascinated stare, seeing all the way to the lava pits of hell and back, searching for something there was no name for. What better way to prove that he was infinite than to redirect his pulse to her body, share in what could be mutual? She was odd with that uninviting demeanor and abhorrent posture, no doubt about it, but outliers were his thing. There were things in this insatiable life, routines and rituals, that you do not betray, bound by your word to the officiator or not. Bound to parchment or otherwise. What doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger, and there was no danger to her enigmatic hobbies, regardless of her tragic and criminal apathy.

So we circle back to the former dialogue. See? It really is one big, ceaseless cycle.