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Post by charlton 'raffi' glashtyn on May 23, 2013 12:06:20 GMT -5
tagged for mathew He’d finished his morning rounds of the grounds in the early hours of the morning and fallen straight back into bed before the Students had even begun to rouse. He‘d found his usual taste for socialising sorely lacking. Or perhaps it was the nagging notion that there was still someone that he hadn’t bumped into yet, and in typical Charlton fashion, he was avoiding the problem rather than confronting it. He didn’t see how seeking her out would resolve anything…sometimes actions spoke louder than words, and she didn’t owe him any explanation that he hadn’t already figured out from her departure. More to the point, deep down he knew it was what he deserved. She was better off without the cruel rollercoaster of their relationship. She was bound for great things, and he….well. He glanced about the hut he now called his own. Perhaps things would be looking up for him now too.
He left the bathroom, grabbing a clean white t-shirt from the haphazardly folded pile of washing at the foot of his bed and dragging it over his head. Charlton had been back at Beauxbatons for a few months now, originally returning as a student but quickly finding that his disinterest in classroom learning was the same, if not worse than before. He’d fallen back into the hedonistic lifestyle - skipping classes, drinking to the early hours and waking up in the morning chaos of strangers homes. It was strange being back, so many of the faces he knew and loved missing, he felt like a stranger in his own home. His own emotions confused him, because he was not usually one for dwelling on the dark thoughts. He would have relished the excitement of meeting so many new people before.
It had been his brothers suggestion that he take on a job at the school. It had snapped him from the downward spiral he had been descending into, and with the majority of students having been away for the holidays he’d found an appreciation for being left alone, and silence…completely new experiences for him. It was the reason he preferred the night rounds, liked the quiet buzz of the forest and grounds.
Glancing at the clock he could see it was almost 11pm. He’d slept all day. Yeah, the job had pulled him from that downward spiral, but he wasn’t quite back to his old self yet. And the first way to remedy that was to get him some dinner. His stomach growled in agreement. Shrugging on a jacket and boots, not that he needed either, he swung open the door - eyes already on the ever close forest. As he made to step from the warmth of the hut, he caught a vaguely familiar scent on the breeze, his head automatically turning to follow it. “Who’s out there?” He called, pausing despite the grumbling in his stomach.
[[sorry, this sucks - but will get better with my muse]]
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Post by mattie amherst? on May 25, 2013 1:27:28 GMT -5
A young Cossu peeked through slightly parted curtains, his gaze turning to the moon. The night was barely illuminated by the waxing moon. This was the perfect evening to begin phase one of his master plan. Letting the curtains flutter back, he began to rummage through the disastrous tornado of clothes, empty food containers, and assorted junk that littered the floor. It wasn’t hard for him to decided on what to wear, it was the only thing that was still clean. On this particular evening, Mathew had donned a pair of dark jeans and a crisp baby blue oxford with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. No, this was not a typical outfit for a hike in the woods. He was not going to his daily midnight run this evening. He had much more interesting events planned. Before shutting his dorm door quietly behind him, he ruffled his overgrown hair, reminding himself that it was about time for a haircut.
Actually, it was about time that he did laundry and shaved and got a decent night’s sleep. But none of those things were going to happen any time soon. Mathew’s mix matched eyes had dark rims around them from his nightly escapes. He usually just went for a run, got his energy and frustrations out and then came back to go to sleep. The problem with that genius idea was that he had more anxiety and frustrations and stress than usual. He had all this pent up aggravation and irritation from what people were beginning to call the Amstrot Debacle. Apparently his relationship was suddenly everyone else’s business. He was having enough of his own struggles to have to deal with all the outside forces that were pressuring him. Mathew had to get away from all that craziness for a night and that’s exactly what he was doing.
It was not hard for him to creep from his room to the commons down the tower and out the front door. It took him a matter of minutes until he was at the front door pulling it open. The late spring wind whipped into the school sending a cooling draft through the castle, he had to be quick about shutting the door and skipping across the castle grounds. It was only a little bit past the school till he reached the outlying village and then past that he was free.
He moved swiftly through the dark and he was almost on the home stretch when he heard a voice calling out. Mathew straightened up and slowed his pace. He wasn’t sure if stopping completely was the best idea. He didn’t want who ever had found him to think that he was purposefully breaking curfew. Mathew’s tactic was to act completely natural. Habitually, he ran a meaty hand through his chestnut locks systematically. ”Oi,” he answered back while shoving his hands into his pocket to stop him from twitching. ”Just out for a walk.” Mathew took a few steps closer to the glowing figure. Relief washed over him as he neared the man, god it was just Charlton. ”Isn’t it past your bed time?” he chimed jokingly.
[ditto man ditto. mines up with the suck too]
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Post by charlton 'raffi' glashtyn on Jun 3, 2013 17:47:48 GMT -5
Charlton’s gaze sharpened, catching the familiar gesture of hand sweeping through hair. Instantly he relaxed, a smile warming his tanned features in recognition. Though he didn’t need any further assistance recognising the stranger, it was further confirmed by the low ’Oi’ that responded from the shadows. There were only a few other people he would trust to look after themselves whilst wandering the woods of a night - and this guy was one of them. Admittedly part of his role was to ensure that students didn’t enter the woods…but he’d made that rule flexible, as exploring and adventure were the spice of life, and he only tried to oversee that those who were incapabable of looking after themselves were kept out. It was a strange position for the former Sournois student to be in, seeing as he had once been one of those careless students intent on wandering the woods of a night. Infact, his carelessness had resulted in his current condition…but he was a big believer in things happening for a reason, and whilst becoming a werewolf had not exactly had a positive effect on his life and relationships, he rather enjoyed it now. Sometimes a little bit of a band thing taught you the life lessons you needed.
”Just out for a walk, isn’t it past your bed time?”
“Some of us have to work for a living…“ He responded with a smile. As Mathew stepped closer, Charlton could see he wasn’t just dressed for any old jog in the woods and raised his eyebrows sharply. ”Who are you trying to impress?” He remarked light-heartedly, quickly lifting his green eyes speculatively to settle on Mathew’s overgrown hair. Not that Charlton could comment on hair with his tangled mop…but that wasn’t something that could be sorted with scissors. ”That mop spoils it though….no time for a hair cut then eh?” He added jokingly.
”Hang on mate, I’ll walk with you…” He turned and tugged the heavy wooden door closed, twisting the key in the lock as he did and giving the catch a quick flick to ensure it was locked. Not that he had anything that would be deemed worthy by another to steal - he’d still yet to have his possessions shipped over from Ireland. He wasn’t sure he wanted to…moving everything here seemed so final…so grown up. Yet wasn’t that the look he was going for now? Mature? He laughed inwardly, knowing that was practically impossible. The best he was going to be was perhaps taking a little more responsibility…and that was proving to be a handful at the moment. The nurse still had to Owl him regularly to remind him to take his Wolfsbane.
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Post by mattie amherst? on Jun 6, 2013 18:55:39 GMT -5
Mathew could not hold back his snort as the groundskeeper stated that he had to work. He was beginning to sound like a grumpy old man. ”Whoa, who reprogrammed you, granddad?” Mathew cocked his head slightly at him. He could not remember a time when Charlton had been anything remotely responsible. Yes, he was definitely more responsible than Mathew was but so was an animal. At least they remembered to eat. Mathew could barely keep a balanced diet.
”Your mum,” he coarsely responded to his question. If he was not a “grown-up” now he probably would have revealed his master plan to sneak into town and release his own form of chaos. No, he had made the decision to be an adult. Mathew could understand where the young man was coming from. He wasn’t a fan of going to class (not that he typically showed up anyways) and that was the reason that he was still at Beauxbatons. Had he been as smart as Charlton he could have gotten a job and been making money.
Mathew’s eyebrows furrowed together when the man commented on his hair. What kind of guy comments on another guy’s hair? Then again, their relationship was never expected or typical. It was hard to explain exactly what they were to someone else. Mathew fluffed his locks ”I don’t know, I think it’s a lady killer. The ladies love a ponytail.” He jokingly retorted. The ladies in fact did not love a ponytail. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what would drive him to ever let his hair get that out of control. ”You are one to talk, man. You look like you brushed yours with leave blower.” He shook his head at Charlton. They could be messes together. Maybe convince everyone that the moptop was a thing now. ”Yeah… I’ve been pretty busy lately.” and by busy he meant conflicted. His mind was too busy to be concerned with his hair length.
Mathew’s eyes peered to the treeline. It was not far from his friend’s quaint cottage. The Cossu could only imagine what it would be like for him to live right near the woods. He would kill for a location like his cottage was. Mathew slowly started to shuffle until Charlton was ready to head into the forest. ”So, Mister Adult Man. Hows it been on the flip side?” Mathew began his third degree. He was beginning to wonder if being out of school was all it was cracked up to be. He couldn’t imagine that it was much fun. He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued down the path, his mix matched orbs focused on Charlton.
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Post by charlton 'raffi' glashtyn on Jul 12, 2013 17:38:10 GMT -5
“Whoa, who reprogrammed you, granddad?”
Charlton smiled broadly, casually shrugging off the remark and well aware how he must sound. The changes he’d made weren’t something he planned to discuss with Mathew, but reprogramming was kinda the goal he was aiming for. He didn’t doubt others would be judgemental and manage to find fault in his roughly hewn plan for his future and attempt at maturity but to be quite frank, he didn’t give a toss. That was one thing that hadn’t, and wouldn’t ever change - he didn’t care what other people thought. Whether his plan would work was an entirely different kettle of fish, but like he did with everything, Charlton would deal with it as it came.
He hadn’t really expected an answer to his remark on Mathew’s own plans, so ignored the evasion of his casual question. Some people these days seemed to think he was secretly spying on them for the BB staff, but it wasn’t like that. He hadn’t really socialised with the Mathew like that anyway and their…well. Whatever it was they were - never really extended into deep and meaningful, personal business aside from the obvious things they had in common. They didn’t really have your average relationship that was for sure, but they looked out for each other. It was nice to have someone on the same wavelength with all this business. Charlton didn't know if that extended into enquiring and assisting in personal lives aswell.
“I don’t know, I think it’s a lady killer. The ladies love a ponytail. You are one to talk, man. You look like you brushed yours with a leave blowerr.
His comment on the hair was only casual banter, but when Mathew fluffed his hair - Charlton couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, they like ponytails on ponies.” He grunted as they started to walk along the path, running a hand through his own tangled mop of hair. It was a Glashtyn family trait this mop, so there was nothing to be done about it…his father and brothers all had it. He’d gotten used to it a long time ago, and besides, it had once kinda kept his head warm.
“So Mister Adult Man, hows it been on the flip side?”
Charlton dug his hands into his pockets, pulling a face. ”Well it’s not exactly a doss, if that’s what you mean…” He’d been accustomed to bunking class, sleeping until well into the afternoon and spending most nights in town drinking. Bunking work wasn’t an option anymore, though this job seemed pretty flexible at the moment - but it kept him busy when he needed it, and he needed it a great deal right now. ”It’s actually alright though. I mean, if you have to have a job…this is the job. I have my own place right in the woods, it’s still on the grounds, get paid more…just more responsibility I guess, so have to think abit more. Not always good at that. Beats being in class that‘s for sure.” He laughed shortly, catching Mathew’s mismatched gaze. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the line of questioning (it was a little too close to home for him, literally) he switched the subject back to Mathew. ”So what have you been up to anyway?”
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Post by mattie amherst? on Jul 23, 2013 10:39:53 GMT -5
Mathew’s eyes habitually flicked to the waxing moon. It would be only a few days until the full moon and the beast within him was scratching violently within him. Mathew always kept his cool demeanor plastered on his face. He couldn’t let anyone know that something as foolish as the lunar cycle effected him so greatly. No one could know that his dear cousin had transformed him into a monster. Mathew was only now beginning to become proud of what he was now. Perhaps it was the fact that he realized that he was not the only person around campus with a deadly affliction, perhaps it was Rachele who had coerced him into finally believing that this was some sort of messed up gift. Upon further thought it was his soon to be girlfriend who had not allowed him to have a single thought of hatred related to his wolfyness. Mathew’s eyes left the massive dimly lit orb. ”Full moon soon enough…” Mathew remarked casually as he carefully stepped over a log in the pathway. If it wasn’t for their related condition, he doubted that the two would ever remain friends. ”You ready?” it seemed like a foolish question to ask but they didn’t really have that much in common.
They had been friendly enough to each other when Charlton actually attended Beauxbatons but they were never that close. Plus, now he had made a life changing decision and if it wasn’t for Charlton being a werewolf, Mathew, or at least the old Mathew, would have only used him for sneaking out or getting out of punishment. After all, it always helped to have some authority figures on his side in case of future need. Despite all that, he couldn’t help but admit that Charlton wasn’t that bad of a guy. He had his humorous parts and he had his good traits. But sometimes they weren’t at the same time and that just confused the hell out of the Cossu.
He appreciated that the duo could walk down the forest path or anywhere for that matter and not say much. It was just comforting for the seventeen year old that he had someone in his life that understood ever facet of his life. He didn't have to come up with excuses around Charlton. Things just flowed right because there was not hiding who he was. Their silence never bothered him. It was never awkward and it was definitely never out of the ordinary. It was really spectacular. Thumb to Index. Thumb to Middle. Thumb to Ring. Thumb to Pinkie. Mathew could not help but keep his hands constantly moving. It kept his racing mind busy at least for long enough for Mathew to hold a conversation. He always got anxiety around the time of a shift. However, he also became more randy than usual and that was his causation for whisking away to the small pub just past the school. He couldn’t help him. It was like something was constantly trying to scratch its way from within him and that was something he could never let out. He could never release such an animal on anyone. The precise reason for diluting his senses with drinks and women was to protect those around him. It kept him sane and in check. ”Well, I’m proud of you bro,” not that Charlton needed his approval. ”You seem to have cracked the system.” not only did his friend get out of Beauxbatons Prison for Magical Kids, but he got a job that wasn’t half bad. Lucky guy.
When it came to Mathew’s turn to inform him and update him on his life, he wasn’t sure what he was suppose to include? He didn’t attend classes and if he did he didn’t pay a lick of attention. He was avoiding a bunch of his friends because he didn’t want them getting suspicious of him. Well he guessed the only other thing in his life he could mention was his little vampire. God, that conversation was going to go over well. He wished he had a drink or fag or something to blow over the tension ”Trying to show my dream girl that I’m not completely insane in order to win over her affections, you know… nothing new on my end.” Mathew shot a smirk over towards his companion. It had never ever been difficult for Mathew to convince girls to go home with him. However, when it came to Rachele it was more work than he had expected. She was not some conquest, she and he him could be lifers if he didn’t screw this up.
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