ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"one"

"i didn't ask for a fat ass, zabini" onyx complained absently, as she indicated with the backside of her hand in a swift motion to the left of the train carriage seats, indicating that he should move along.

"and i didn't ask for a permanent pain in the fucking ass, yet here you are." blaise shot back, fusing his eyebrows together in bitter frustration at onyx's unkind tone.

"watch your mouth, blaise, otherwise you'll lose your pussy privileges," she tutted in response to his sulk, "who else will you be able to bury your dick in when i'm not there?"

blaise looked as if he was about to mercilessly strangle somebody, his teeth latching onto his tongue, a somewhat struggled attempt from his subconscious to keep his mouth shut, before he actually does lose his pussy privileges.

"fine." he added shortly, before turning his back away from her, weaving his arms tightly across his chest in a dramatic statement, like a child in the midst of a tantrum would.

onyx seemed unbothered, as she placed herself airily into the now free space in the bench seat, and began to file her nails, as if she was completely unaware that anyone other than her was present.

"don't you think that was a bit harsh of you, Onyx?" draco asked, closing his leather-backed book he was endeavoured in before deciding to interject the atmosphere.

onyx, still filing her nails, looked up slightly, only to see who had decided to test her thinning patience this time.

when she saw Draco's eyes narrowing at her judgementally, she raised her eyebrows in a statement of defense, abruptly stopping her filing process on her nails.

"the fuck are you looking at, blond boy?" onyx retorted, reaching to unhook her silver hoops from her earlobes as if she was preparing to contest him.

"onyx, calm the fuck down. you cant fight every single person that looks your direction." mattheo spoke up, whom in which was also indulged in a potions book, he was extremely intelligent, and potions was his speciality.

-as well as holding the school's record for participating in the largest amount of threesomes, but he doesn't like to talk about that.

"the fuck i can," onyx replied, using the tips of her fingers to flatten the imperfections prominent in her braids.

mattheo had already given up on the conversation, and went back to reading his textbook.

he wasn't much of a talker.

and when mattheo did happen to talk, most of the time it wasn't words of positivity and praise.

- it would most likely be him muttering spell combinations and formulas to himself, or him openly cussing at oblivious first-years loitering like brainless baboons in the hallway who unluckily met a fate in which they got in mattheo riddle's way.

however, he was the glue that held the group together, somehow.

without him, it would be obvious the group wouldn't be as close as they were currently.

a man of few words, but colossal impact.

like a rock.

a rock doesn't speak, but it is sturdy, and you can trust it. because people trust rocks, because they can't say anything.

i don't know where i'm going with this.

lorenzo berkshire.

wait, what?

oh. lorenzo berkshire.

he just walked into the train carriage. dishevelled hair, a mangled tie, and blotches of magenta and violet adorned across his neck like trophies in a trophy display case.

"back at it again, lorenzo?" onyx suggested, crossing her arms firmly over her chest, her nails fully manicured, and her hair neatly tied into a tight, precise high ponytail.

"what do you mean?" he asked, leaning against the narrow doorframe of the entrance of the minuscule train carriage, his arm raised above his head, stabilising him against the scattered movement of the train against the tracks beneath him.

"you know exactly what she means." this was where i decided to plant myself in the cycle of reoccurring yet somewhat short conversations that took place within the carriage. i was sat in the far right corner of the carriage, my knees pulled into my chest, as i rested my elbows against them.

he turned his head slightly, his eyes crossing from onyx's side of the carriage, her seat diagonal to mine.

"i don't, funnily enough." he replied, in a mannerism in which he knew exactly what we were referring to, my eyes focused on his matted state.

blaise let out a small chuckle, it had seemed he'd recovered from his 'i hate onyx - my controlling hot girlfriend !' tantrum.

"you're so fucking stupid," he muttered, a devious grin spread across his face, which he was obviously trying to conceal, but with every word he pronounced, it kept emerging, radiating off of his prominent features as he spoke.

" 'i don't, actually' ," blaise mocked lorenzos cocky reply, rolling his eyes playfully.

"that's literally lorenzos code word for, 'i fucked a fifth-year in a train carriage!' ,"

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i hate this so much. it's unreal

but like oh well

lmk what u think ig

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