18 Mar 2025, 20:55
A Deadly No
Date: March 19th
The courtyard was quiet except for the wind blowing the dead branches and a handful of students passing through on their way to class who were talking to each other as they walked. There was a taste of winter in the air, cold but not frigid. Syrah perched on a stone ledge of a fountain, glancing at a coin she flipped between her fingers. The metal coin glinted and flashed a bit in the sunlight before disappearing into her palm again.
While her Slytherin uniform was tidy, she appeared to have put it on without regard to how it was worn, her tie was loosened, the top button on her shirt was undone, and her skirt was slightly misaligned. Her knee-high socks had become a little loose, but it didn’t look like she even gave it a second thought. It’s not like she was trying to impress anyone, anyway.
A book sat beside her, unopened. Normally, she’d read. It was the easiest way to pass time without actually having to do anything. But today, the thought of turning pages felt exhausting. The idea of getting lost in someone else’s words, someone else’s story, felt… annoying. She didn’t want to be in another world, even temporarily.
She didn’t want to be in this one, either.
She tilted her head back a bit and half-closed her eyes to watch the branches of a tree nearby swaying with the wind. A little to her right, some students were laughing. Their voices were quite far, but grating. Syrah hardly looked in their direction. People always found things to gossip about and be concerned about. It was tiring.
Maybe she’d go inside. Maybe not. It didn’t matter.
She sighed again, stretching out her legs in front of her, the laces of her shoes slightly undone. The sky remained a dull, washed-out grey. Everything just was.
The wind picked up slightly, tugging strands of blonde hair into her face. She blinked, but didn’t move to brush them away. Instead, she finally let the coin fall, watching as it landed on the stone beside her. Heads.
She scoffed lightly, she hated heads. As if it meant anything.
@Sebastian Drake
Last edited by Syrah Vintera on 19 Mar 2025, 17:19, edited 1 time in total.
"Ask the wrong question, get the right curse."˜”*°•.˜”*°• Syrah Vintera •°*”˜.•°*”˜
19 Mar 2025, 10:55
A Deadly No
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・❥・  ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 19th March, 2025 ]———event. [A deadly no]——————------------------------ Ever since Sebastian had been reminded of the spring ball and that he still was date-less(three whole days), he’d been hyper aware of how few had asked him out. Obviously he got asked out by swooning girls. Just not from any one of interest to him. That morning, this awkward and taller than him second year had gathered the courage to approach him in the corridor. While she stammered for the words, all he could focus on was the fat booger hanging out of her nostril that seemed to be hanging on for dear life, as she asked him to the ball. From where he was standing, he got a perfectly clear view up her nose. How someone could leave their dorm that morning looking like that without a care in the world, and then decided to do the gamble of their life by asking him out, was beyond him. Safe to say, he politely declined, trying not to make it terribly obvious that he wanted to run for the hills at the sight of her. Before that booger fell out on his face. Sebastian had managed to shake her off now though, coming to a breather in the courtyard after his brisk jog. Sebastian hated jogging, for reference. Though he still threw cautious glances over his shoulder in paranoia. She seemed to have given up, thankfully. After catching his breath and checking his armpits to make sure he hadn’t broken a sweat during his rare exercise, Sebastian made a move for the greenhouses when he caught sight of his ’favorite’ bitchy Slytherin. Compared to the idiot that had punched him in the bathroom the other day, Syrah was an angel(with a resting bitchface). Shaken from his previous experience and realizing he still was without a date, Sebastian decided to approach her against his better judgement. There was no secret that the girl disliked him, though that seemed to be most people. Yet she hadn’t punched him, so… a win? ”Hey, darling,” Sebastian smiled down at the blonde who was scrutinizing an old coin. Anyway… ”You haven’t seen a second year Ravenclaw running around with a fat booger in her face, have you?” If she had, he didn’t want to risk running into her again. ”She asked me out to the ball and seemed surprised when I declined. Like, how stupid can you be!” tag. [@Syrah Vintera ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
19 Mar 2025, 17:07
A Deadly No
Syrah barely looked up from the sickle resting lightly between her fingertips, distractedly flipping it over as Sebastian interrupted her. Darling. Didn't he always do that? Acting as though they were somehow familiar, as if they were friends, like she wouldn’t strangle him if given the chance.
She turned the coin again, feeling the ridges under her thumb.
Then she lifted her cool blue eyes from the coin she was spinning in her fingers, unimpressed. She puffed air out through her nose and shook her head.
"Sebastian, why the actual hell would I be looking for some booger-faced second year? Do I look like I spend my free time tracking down kids with snot on theri faces ?"
Syrah was seriously debating murder. A quick, painless one. Something clean, efficient. No blood, no mess, just the satisfying sound of him screaming on the way down the stairs or the roof.
Because Merlin’s soggy left sock, did he ever shut up?
Finally, she looked at him properly and raised her eyebrows in exaggerated sympathy.
"Wow. So you mean to tell me, in the entire population of this school, no one remotely tolerable has asked you out?" She pressed a hand to her chest, feigning heartbreak. "Tragic. I can’t imagine how you're coping."
She flipped the coin into the air, caught it effortlessly, then shot him a cold look.
"So, what do you want, Drake ? "
@Sebastian Drake
"Ask the wrong question, get the right curse."˜”*°•.˜”*°• Syrah Vintera •°*”˜.•°*”˜
20 Mar 2025, 14:40
A Deadly No
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・❥・ ・❥・•Veela Allure in Effect• —date. [ 19th March, 2025 ]———event. [A deadly no]——————------------------------ If there was anyone he imagined would have odd interests like tracking down 'booger-faced kids’, he imagined it to be someone like Syrah. The girl seemed very odd in general, so was it actually strange of him to assume she would have seen the girl? I mean, who wouldn’t have noticed a girl with a huge fucking booger hanging out of their nose! Maybe someone who was in desperate need of glasses. Maybe. It was that big. “Do you really want me to answer that?” His tone was humorous, suggesting she would not like the answer if she chose to pursue this topic. In the end, she didn’t. Finally looking up at him, Syrah met his gaze with that usual expression of hers—one that made her seem like she was plotting a murder. Not that Sebastian would know for sure. For all he knew, that was just her default face. He didn’t like the way she made it sound like only uglies asked him out— that was not the case! They were just… not his type. Be for real, who really was into giant girls with equally giant boogers? That was just one of the pursuers though. There had been others that were better groomed, just no one that really tempted him to accept. Mostly he was just holding out for the best option for as long as he could, in fear of missing out if he got cuffed up too early. The closer they got the ball however, all the ‘best options’ got claimed. Sebastian rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, there have been tolerable people. Just none of the demure sweethearts.” And that was the problem—demure sweethearts rarely asked. They got asked out. Same way Sebastian preferred it. Dramatically, he continued, “I’m coping by taking matters into my own hands,” for once. His expression turned demure yet playful. “That’s why I’m here to ask you if you want to be my date?” It wouldn’t mean more than just going together that night– nothing serious. The girl should consider herself lucky he even offered. Even if he knew that this had been doomed from the start. tag. [@Syrah Vintera ]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
Matisse Montfort | Beauxbatons
21 Mar 2025, 22:45
A Deadly No
Syrah did not reply straight away. She was surprised, for once, Sebastian Drake made her feel something other than pure hatred and existential dread. She then sighed quietly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Sebastian was still staring at her expectantly, all grand and dramatic, as though she ought to be flattered. Like she was meant to thank him for this once-in-a-lifetime chance to walk around with her arm hooked in his like some stupid accessorie for the night. The thought made her shiver.
She slanted her head and narrowed her eyes just so. “You’ve run out of options, haven’t you?”
Syrah wasn't a moron. She knew exactly how people worked. He would have asked long ago if he truly wanted to go with her. She was apparently the last girl standing, and he was only here now out of desperation. It was almost humorous because he would have recognized that she was the least likely to accept if he had used his last brain cell.
In all his egocentric splendor, Sebastian smiled as if he had just presented her with a winning lottery ticket. Syrah stared. Then, slowly, like she was weighing the pros and cons of just pushing him into the fountain and calling it a day, she dropped the coin into the water with a soft plop.
"You think I’d want to go with you?"She said, cocking her head slightly as if she was genuinely unable to understand the question's sheer ridiculousness. “Seb, I’d rather drown myself in this fountain than spend an entire evening pretending I don’t want to shove a fork in my eye.”
Silence.
“Besides. I already have a date.”
As if it were the most obvious thing in the world, she stated it plainly. since it was. Did he truly believe she had been waiting for him to arrive like a last-minute charity case? Please.
@Sebastian Drake
"Ask the wrong question, get the right curse."˜”*°•.˜”*°• Syrah Vintera •°*”˜.•°*”˜