Post by Avery Blake on Mar 11, 2013 19:43:36 GMT -5
TAGGED FOR LEAH
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]The fresh air was a welcome respite from the muggy, crowded room - Avery’s hearing still buzzing slightly from the heavy music. Candles & lamps decorated the outdoor balcony, and had he been in touch with his heart he might have acknowledged what a gloriously romantic setting it was. He was, however, not remotely in touch with his heart. Infact, he wasn’t quite sure if it even beat anymore. He leant forward, resting his arms on the balcony . His first Dorm Party was coming to an end, and much to his own disgust, he was feeling rather proud of himself. He’d been attending Beauxbatons for some time now, and hadn’t seen fit to involve himself socially having been convinced his mentor would see sense and remove him within a matter of weeks. The weeks had turned into months, and so tonight he’d given in and decided to sample student life.
Avery had felt a little like a wolf amongst the sheep. He’d been invited by his evening hunting companion, Charlton. He’d relented in keeping entirely to himself, primarily because they seemed unable to avoid one another in the evenings despite their best efforts - and he supposed a werewolf as an associate wasn’t descending quite a low as befriending a mortal. No, he hadn’t sunk quite that low…although he didn’t doubt his mentor was hoping he’d come around. Avery didn’t know where this sudden blast of humanity had come from but he felt it was rather inappropriate that his mentor felt the need to inflict at upon him too. He had been quite happy living life as it was…without having to be part of the ‘mortals aren’t meals, they’re mates’ revolution. Avery had fangs for a reason, and once out of Beauxbatons, he fully intended to install mortal back on the main menu. He’d yet to meet a mortal he didn’t want eat, if only to shut their endless happy chatter up. Perhaps their impossibly short lives meant they had to do everything on the double and over the top…it gave him a headache (and yes, he had conveniently declined to admit he had once been one of this irritating mortals, until he’d had a higher calling.)
He didn’t know what the wolf had been thinking, inviting him tonight. It had been like an open buffet…chicken drumsticks walking around the room with their excitable beating hearts. The unfortunate thing about buffet food was that no matter how full you were, you couldn’t help but stuff a little more in, or have just one more nibble. Particularly when pulses were pounding. Avery sniffed disdainfully to himself as he recalled being told he was to on no occasion touch another student with his fangs. He licked them ruefully, remembering the days when it had been model on the menu…and not rabbit, or whatever it was they had grubbing around in the forest. How times had changed. Admittedly he’d become a little self destructive in his ways, perhaps a little chilly in his disposition…and possibly even a little lax in his managing of mortal health and safety (ok, extremely lax), but seriously? Attending here was like being put on a figurative naughty step. And the worst bit was, there wasn’t even a ‘figurative’ ice cream van waiting after if he sat quietly. He wasn’t about to admit that he was slightly enjoying it. Only slightly, mind.