ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"twenty five"

I've tried to make you listen but you want it your way, right?

"jesus, i've never known someone take a shower for such a long duration of time." i muttered, as onyx was finally ready to leave the dorm and attend breakfast.

her hair was freshly washed, damp but not soaking as it already began to dry into her natural coils, however she had her hair already tied into a low bun.

onyx simply rolled her eyes at my remark, before heading out the door of the dorm, leaving me to trail after her, the roles reversed.

"sorry we're late, onyx was taking a twenty minute shower." i grit my teeth as i slid myself into one of the benches in the hall, immediately reaching over to the platter adorning golden slices of toast.

theo smiled at me brightly, "morning."

i smiled back, after taking a bite out of the buttered toast, soon to be the first of multiple slices devoured by my purging appetite in the mornings.

"morning, theo." i greeted back, somehow this interaction now making everyone else in our group cock their heads in our direction - as if i'd said multiple profanities in once short sentence.

onyx raised her eyebrow as she glanced judgementally between me and theo, as if she was trying to figure something out.

"erm," she cleared her throat, running her tongue across her teeth, "valentina, darling - do you have something to tell me?" she tilted her head at me, indicating for me to either deny, or admit.

theo looked away from me as he picked up on what onyx meant, she assumed that because me and theo were being more friendly than usual these past few days it meant that there was definitely a quickie in-a-closet involved.

which there almost was.

almost.

except it was in lorenzo, draco, and mattheo's bathroom.

so technically, it doesn't count.

"me and theo?" i asked innocently, raising my eyebrows at her accusation as i gulped, because once onyx is convinced that there's something going on that she wasn't told about, she turns into a rather aggressive sniffer-dog, that won't stop at shit in order to discover what your secret is.

mattheo had even began to listen, even sending me a 'what the fuck is she on about?' look, to which i subtly shook my head, raising my shoulders and then letting them wilt.

"oh shit!" blaise raised his voice, a present tone of excitable amusement in his voice as he recalled the previous night, despite being out cold for the second half of it, "remember when lorenzo full-on almost fucking ripped theo to shreds?"

face palm.

round of applause for blaise.

fucking zabini.

thank you for now digging me a grave that i will have a fucking tough time getting out of.

if i ever get out of it.

i watched as the group's faces all fell as they realised that they too had been present to witness that, saskia now adorning a frown upon her features as the reminisced on when i had her boyfriend in shackles, bound and hauled away by mattheo because he walked in on me and theodore - the same night they fucked in snape's supply closet.

lorenzo, upon a sneaky glance executed rather poorly by me, was rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, as he nodded his head - i couldn't tell wether he was trying not to laugh, or trying not to knock someone's front teeth out in this moment.