ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"thirty seven"

"i need a piss" blaise whined as we made our way to breakfast, resulting in an eye roll from onyx, who had linked her arm snakily through his, a territorial and equally terrifying gesture warning off any merely-interested girl who deemed him attractive.

she always had her stripes on, and her claws out.

"so? you and this hufflepuff girl, drac!" i exclaimed dramatically, shaking his arm as we walked, "how's it going with her?," i listened intently for his answer,

he chuckled, "i don't know, val." he scratched the back of his neck, "her names nancy, i met her at the last party i was at, suddenly we were kissing, and now she wants to be something with me. it's crazy." he exasperated, running his hands down his face, "i don't know if i'm ready for that - especially not with my father on my case about my exams."

i nodded, understanding.

"too much commitment, hey?" i shrugged.

"yeah." he sighed, before striking up a chat with mattheo.

"speaking of someone who can't commit.." i whispered to myself as lorenzo stepped out of a classroom, closing the door warily behind him.

once he recognised our group coincidentally passing, he strolled over to join us, his hands within his pockets, his creased, half unbuttoned school shirt and his lazy tie, along with his tousled hair became his signature.

and obviously, all the ladies loved it.

"hey lorenzo!," a gryffindor girl shouted out from the other side of the corridor, "i heard slytherins are great in bed." one of them obviously shouted, but covered it up as an attempt to gossip amongst themselves, except they wanted lorenzo to hear.

there was a plague of giggles, before one of them groaned.

"ugh, he's so sexy."

i swear to god i could've thrown up right there and then, yakking all over the place for real.

"ugh, he's so sexy." i mimicked their fawning tone, raising my hands to each side of my face mockingly.

he laughed, smirking.

"you're such an attention whore, huh? you love it." i shot at him, poking him in the chest playfully.

"well, it certainly doesn't deflate my ego." he shrugged, walking in sync along side me.

"you look a state. why isn't your shirt ironed?," i sighed, trying to pathetically pat out the creases embedded within the white cotton fabric,

he looked down, watching my hand brush up and down his torso gently.

"and how many times do i have to mention the state of your tie! come here." i pulled him to the side, letting the rest of our group walk ahead.

"obviously none of these girls like a man that knows how to present himself properly." i joked, amidst redoing his tie, my knuckles brushing against his bare neck as i wound the fabric tie around itself carefully.

"mm," he replied gruffly, looking off into the distance at something, his body now leant against the stone wall, his state relaxed.

"hey," i tapped the side of his face gently, "what's up? you in another dimension or something?,"

"sorry." he cleared his throat, "thanks for doing my tie, cant guarantee it won't become undone again though." he grinned at me boastfully.

i sent him a small smile as a 'you're welcome.'

as i turned around to catch up with the others, i felt a weight on my hand.

i turned back, looking instinctively down at my restrained wrist, and seeing lorenzo's fingers gently cuffing my wrist, a gentle plead for me to stay behind.