Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Picking Up the Pieces’ / Monday, 13th February 2006 / 7:49AM Location: Entrance Hall, moving towards the Hospital Wing Open To: Dorian Currently Involving: Adriana
Dorian ground his teeth together, the only outward sign of his annoyance- and worry. Rae was probably right, it was just a potion some students gave her as a joke. He couldn’t help but fear, though, that it was something much more dangerous.
Once he closed the doors to the Great Hall behind him, Dorian wrapped his arm around Adriana’s waist, strong enough to hold her up and keep her against him, but perhaps a bit gentle. He couldn’t deny that he was worried about her.
“Adriana,” he said, starting to walk forward, pulling her along with him. His voice possessed a softness that sounded strange even to him. “There’s obviously something wrong. You wouldn’t be screaming your head off in the Great Hall under any circumstances. It’s imperative you get looked over.”
Adriana may have noticed the difference in his voice if she wasn't so... err, out of her mind at present.
"I was not screaming my head off," she shot back, appalled by the way that sounded, walking along with Dorian without much thought and making motions with the arm on the opposite side he was standing on. It was a good thing he was holding onto her, or else she'd probably have run into something by now. "I was simply making a point that otherwise would not have been heard if everyone wasn't being so ruddy loud!" Her hand went up into the air then, index finding pointing to the sky as if she just made some brilliant speech.
"So, because I speak my mind about someone who'd be better fitting in bloody Hufflepuff, there has to be something wrong!?" Adriana questioned, hand going atop Dorian's hand on her waist and attempting to push his hold off but really only succeeding in turning slightly. Her expression turning to a slight glare, she looked up at him with her eyes narrowed. "Oh, yes, God forbid I make a contradictory statement
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Dorian bit back a comment about how SHE was the loudest on in the castle at the moment, figuring that wouldn’t really be wise considering her…condition.
Dorian just pulled Adriana closer when she tried to pull away, not exactly trusting her to wander without guidance. If she thought it was more comfortable to walk with her stomach pressed against his hip, who was he to complain? At least Adriana hadn’t fallen on her face yet, or something equally embarrassing.
He didn’t know what to say to get her to shut up, either. Snogging her speechless was a possibility, which Dorian figured was quite possible- if she hadn’t been poisoned. Instead he let out a frustrated groan and hitched her against him further.
“Adriana,” Dorian repeated firmly. He figured using her first name was better in such a situation, more personal and not so professional. Again, she was poisoned! “What can I possibly do to make you be quiet until we get to the hospital wing? You’re going either way, even if I have to pitch you over my shoulder and put a silencing
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Adriana rolled her eyes and glanced off at random portraits as she walked with Dorian, not paying enough attention before and now having absolutely no clue as to where they were. All the stupid paintings looked the same, just more old wizards sleeping or snoring.
Nevertheless, Adriana did not want to go to the hospital wing! It was nonsense as she was perfectly fine and if she was being so rude or loud then Dorian should just give her detention and be done with it! Or just snog her, either one would be suffice, really.
"HA!" she countered with a loud scoff, although smirking from that ass comment. "Don't you threaten me, Mr. Grace! If you make me angry enough, I won't snog you anymore and THAT would be a pity as you won't find any other girl in this castle who's as good at snogging as I am."
Adriana's mind may have been affected by the poison, but her ego definitely wasn't.
Dorian cringed at Adriana’s loud voice mentioning snogging him. That didn’t need to be announced in a corridor at dinnertime, with the portraits to run it around the gossip mill. He shot her a glare and dug his finders into her hip, a silent reprimand.
“You want me just as much as I want you,” Dorian countered in a low voice, knowing it was true. “It’s not a very good threat when I know you won’t follow through. And while your talents are… unique to your person, I’m quite sure I could find a replacement.” He didn’t want to, of course, but that didn’t exactly help his point.
Adriana normally would never utter something like that in the middle of a corridor, but her instincts were messed up along with the rest of her. What she said didn't really even register, and when she felt Dorian's fingers push into her hip she jumped in slight shock, sending him back an equal glare.
"I didn't say I was, I said I would go through with that if you make me angry enough," she corrected, speaking fairly quickly and her nose scrunching up in annoyance again. Was nobody understanding anything she said this morning?
"But if you're so sure of yourself, please go right ahead! See if you'll have as much FUN with someone else," Adriana snapped at Dorian, pouting somewhat like a 12 year old, tone extremely sarcastic. "Why don't you try Dari again. Just don't be surprised if she calls you Jeremy."
Mm, sure, Adriana. Dorian wasn’t even going to TRY to answer whatever it was she just said.
Hah, Dari. No way would he be going down that route again. It hadn’t even been that good, in his opinion, and from things he’d heard, Dorian was fairly worried he’d get Syphilis, or something of the sort, just by kissing her.
… actually, thinking back to some of the other women he’d kissed, Dari was the picture of innocence.
Ahem.
“Adriana? Shut up,” Dorian said, dragging her along with him. The turned into the hospital wing corridor, which he was thankful for. It was dim here, and walking with her sideways and almost on top of his hip was getting rather annoying, despite how wonderful his one-track mind thought it felt. He knew he’d get it over that comment, though, he was just awaiting the fireworks.
What she had meant by her statement at the time, of course, was that Dari was so obviously (and disgustingly) in love with Jeremy Pitt, and most likely vice versa. It was too bad, too, as Jeremy had been a great snog over the past few years at Hogwarts but she had refused to even speak to him since the previous week anyway. Clearly, not that big of a loss
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Love, in general, was disgusting. It was weak and pathetic, Dorian would never allow himself to get close enough to someone to risk it. Not that it was real, of course, he was adamant that no such thing existed. It was merely an idea thought of by dreamers and poets, with no basis in reality. Reality was that affection could be easily swayed, bought, and manipulated. At least that’s what he liked to believe.
Dorian didn’t mind she was yelling now, there was no one around to her, and what she was screaming wasn’t particularly dangerous. He rewarded Adriana with a roll of his eyes and stalked forward before she had a chance to escape his grasp. Dorian pulled her up to him, hand sliding around the back of her neck to make sure she looked at him.
“You’re under a spell, or were victim to a potion or weak poison. There is something wrong and it must be fixed. Hate me if you will, soon enough you’ll come back to your senses. You want more snogs? You follow me
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Adriana was preoccupied with glaring daggers at the noisy old portrait behind her on the wall when Dorian moved forward and pulled her to him. She didn't have much choice so she looked at him with narrowed eyes, parting her lips to complain some more but stayed silent as he spoke.
Well, now he was threatening her with no snogs! And more about this poison rubbish! PFFT.
Grumbling in frustration, she was going to give her annoyed compliance on the matter when she was distracted again. "... you have really pretty eyes, Mr. Grace," she remarked softly, gazing back at Dorian, looking slightly transfixed. "Did I ever tell you that?"
Not that Adriana had never been this close to Dorian before, she had many times, but her eyes were usually closed and she was usually focused on... other things. Perhaps she just never really took the time to notice them
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Dorian let out a long, slow sigh, rolling his eyes that were blue like the ocean in response to her blabbering.
Oh, they were pretty, too. Just what every guy loved to hear. He was pretty. Might as well change his name to Doriana, for Merlin’s sake!
“Thank you,” he ground out in reply, not loosening his grip on her for fear of her fleeing, or causing even more of a ruckus. Dorian couldn’t help but wonder a little at her comment about blue being her favorite color. He wondered if that was because of his eyes, and his ego liked to believe it was.
Why not find out for sure?
Not that he needed an answer. Dorian would believe it was his doing either way.
“I don’t suppose my eyes had any role to play in that favoritism?” Dorian asked, sounding incredibly bored and annoyed. In her… drunken state, however, he doubted and prayed that she didn’t notice it.
Adriana happened to think it was a very nice compliment. Dorian's eyes were rather stunning, and although she may have picked a more masculine word in a different state of mind, it was still true. And Doriana? Not bad.
She was still quite entranced at the moment so the tones of annoyance went mostly unnoticed. However, given her constant change in moods, she'd probably be yelling at him again soon enough.
"Um, no," she answered simply, moving her gaze away from Dorian and off to the side for a few spare moments, seemingly daydreaming. "I've always fancied blue... I regret to inform you that not everything revolves around yourself." Adriana leaned in just a bit and lowered her voice as she spoke, as if spilling some really important secret.
"Now would you let me go?" she asked with a tired, frustrated sigh, eyes darting to his grip then back to him. "If you want me to go to the hospital wing THAT badly, then fine! But I'm perfectly capable of walking down a bloody corridor."
Dorian let out a soft snort, suddenly feeling very disappointed she wasn’t all there at the moment. Lovely time for a snog, it would have been….Well, whenever was good for a snog, Dorian thought. Except, of course, when his partner had been poisoned. Then not so much.
Dorian ignored Adriana’s denial, preferring to take that as an intoxicated yes. It had been several minutes after his last ego boost; he was starting to feel withdrawals.
“If you’re sure,” Dorian answered, dropping his hands to his sides. “To the right, Miss Winters. That doesn’t mean turn around, as there is a wall there. I’d rather not scrape your entrails off the floor if you walk into that suit of armor, either, so please try to avoid that if you can.”
Well, maybe she wasn't so sure about that whole standing by herself thing. As soon as Dorian dropped his grip, it was suddenly a lot harder to hold herself up, and Adriana took a wobbly step back to somewhat slouch against the wall again. That did NOT count, she wasn't ready!
"Oh, thank goodness, you do care enough for me not to be impaled," she commented in a tone of mock appreciation, clasping her hand over her heart. "Had me worried, there."
Determined to walk on her own two bloody feet, she then straightened herself up from off the wall, along with her robes, and took off to the right. Not that Adriana actually planned on going to the hospital wing, but hey - one thing at a time.
She made it several shaky steps before her head really started to spin. Stumbling another step, it felt like a massive headache and it was getting more difficult to ignore. Still ahead of him in the corridor, Adriana winced and stopped where she was, lifting a hand to hold the bridge of her nose. She shot her index finger up to eye-level with her other
( ... )
Adriana knew there was something wrong now, just didn't want to admit it and ask for help, especially from Dorian. Before, she was finding things rather amusing and she felt perfectly fine, but now the constant dizzy spells and the sensation that a stake was being nailed into her head was just plain painful.
And here he was... amused! Oh yes, it was brilliant, watching her stumble down the corridor like she was drunk or some such. She was NOT weak, and she did NOT need his help!
Lowering her hand slowly from her nose, Adriana raised her gaze to Dorian with a cold glare. Bloody ponce. Why did he have to be right? "Yes, I'm sure you would enjoy that," she said with a low cough, looking at him with an unamused smile. Well, the flattery was always gladly accepted, just not as appreciated at the moment. "You are my hero, Mr. Grace...," Adriana commented in a sarcastic, dream-like voice, moving passed him and tossing her arm around the shoulders of the nearest armoured statue a few feet away. Which, conveniently helped in keeping her
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Once he closed the doors to the Great Hall behind him, Dorian wrapped his arm around Adriana’s waist, strong enough to hold her up and keep her against him, but perhaps a bit gentle. He couldn’t deny that he was worried about her.
“Adriana,” he said, starting to walk forward, pulling her along with him. His voice possessed a softness that sounded strange even to him. “There’s obviously something wrong. You wouldn’t be screaming your head off in the Great Hall under any circumstances. It’s imperative you get looked over.”
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"I was not screaming my head off," she shot back, appalled by the way that sounded, walking along with Dorian without much thought and making motions with the arm on the opposite side he was standing on. It was a good thing he was holding onto her, or else she'd probably have run into something by now. "I was simply making a point that otherwise would not have been heard if everyone wasn't being so ruddy loud!" Her hand went up into the air then, index finding pointing to the sky as if she just made some brilliant speech.
"So, because I speak my mind about someone who'd be better fitting in bloody Hufflepuff, there has to be something wrong!?" Adriana questioned, hand going atop Dorian's hand on her waist and attempting to push his hold off but really only succeeding in turning slightly. Her expression turning to a slight glare, she looked up at him with her eyes narrowed. "Oh, yes, God forbid I make a contradictory statement ( ... )
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Dorian just pulled Adriana closer when she tried to pull away, not exactly trusting her to wander without guidance. If she thought it was more comfortable to walk with her stomach pressed against his hip, who was he to complain? At least Adriana hadn’t fallen on her face yet, or something equally embarrassing.
He didn’t know what to say to get her to shut up, either. Snogging her speechless was a possibility, which Dorian figured was quite possible- if she hadn’t been poisoned. Instead he let out a frustrated groan and hitched her against him further.
“Adriana,” Dorian repeated firmly. He figured using her first name was better in such a situation, more personal and not so professional. Again, she was poisoned! “What can I possibly do to make you be quiet until we get to the hospital wing? You’re going either way, even if I have to pitch you over my shoulder and put a silencing ( ... )
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Nevertheless, Adriana did not want to go to the hospital wing! It was nonsense as she was perfectly fine and if she was being so rude or loud then Dorian should just give her detention and be done with it! Or just snog her, either one would be suffice, really.
"HA!" she countered with a loud scoff, although smirking from that ass comment. "Don't you threaten me, Mr. Grace! If you make me angry enough, I won't snog you anymore and THAT would be a pity as you won't find any other girl in this castle who's as good at snogging as I am."
Adriana's mind may have been affected by the poison, but her ego definitely wasn't.
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“You want me just as much as I want you,” Dorian countered in a low voice, knowing it was true. “It’s not a very good threat when I know you won’t follow through. And while your talents are… unique to your person, I’m quite sure I could find a replacement.” He didn’t want to, of course, but that didn’t exactly help his point.
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"I didn't say I was, I said I would go through with that if you make me angry enough," she corrected, speaking fairly quickly and her nose scrunching up in annoyance again. Was nobody understanding anything she said this morning?
"But if you're so sure of yourself, please go right ahead! See if you'll have as much FUN with someone else," Adriana snapped at Dorian, pouting somewhat like a 12 year old, tone extremely sarcastic. "Why don't you try Dari again. Just don't be surprised if she calls you Jeremy."
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Hah, Dari. No way would he be going down that route again. It hadn’t even been that good, in his opinion, and from things he’d heard, Dorian was fairly worried he’d get Syphilis, or something of the sort, just by kissing her.
… actually, thinking back to some of the other women he’d kissed, Dari was the picture of innocence.
Ahem.
“Adriana? Shut up,” Dorian said, dragging her along with him. The turned into the hospital wing corridor, which he was thankful for. It was dim here, and walking with her sideways and almost on top of his hip was getting rather annoying, despite how wonderful his one-track mind thought it felt. He knew he’d get it over that comment, though, he was just awaiting the fireworks.
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Dorian didn’t mind she was yelling now, there was no one around to her, and what she was screaming wasn’t particularly dangerous. He rewarded Adriana with a roll of his eyes and stalked forward before she had a chance to escape his grasp. Dorian pulled her up to him, hand sliding around the back of her neck to make sure she looked at him.
“You’re under a spell, or were victim to a potion or weak poison. There is something wrong and it must be fixed. Hate me if you will, soon enough you’ll come back to your senses. You want more snogs? You follow me ( ... )
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Well, now he was threatening her with no snogs! And more about this poison rubbish! PFFT.
Grumbling in frustration, she was going to give her annoyed compliance on the matter when she was distracted again. "... you have really pretty eyes, Mr. Grace," she remarked softly, gazing back at Dorian, looking slightly transfixed. "Did I ever tell you that?"
Not that Adriana had never been this close to Dorian before, she had many times, but her eyes were usually closed and she was usually focused on... other things. Perhaps she just never really took the time to notice them ( ... )
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Oh, they were pretty, too. Just what every guy loved to hear. He was pretty. Might as well change his name to Doriana, for Merlin’s sake!
“Thank you,” he ground out in reply, not loosening his grip on her for fear of her fleeing, or causing even more of a ruckus. Dorian couldn’t help but wonder a little at her comment about blue being her favorite color. He wondered if that was because of his eyes, and his ego liked to believe it was.
Why not find out for sure?
Not that he needed an answer. Dorian would believe it was his doing either way.
“I don’t suppose my eyes had any role to play in that favoritism?” Dorian asked, sounding incredibly bored and annoyed. In her… drunken state, however, he doubted and prayed that she didn’t notice it.
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She was still quite entranced at the moment so the tones of annoyance went mostly unnoticed. However, given her constant change in moods, she'd probably be yelling at him again soon enough.
"Um, no," she answered simply, moving her gaze away from Dorian and off to the side for a few spare moments, seemingly daydreaming. "I've always fancied blue... I regret to inform you that not everything revolves around yourself." Adriana leaned in just a bit and lowered her voice as she spoke, as if spilling some really important secret.
"Now would you let me go?" she asked with a tired, frustrated sigh, eyes darting to his grip then back to him. "If you want me to go to the hospital wing THAT badly, then fine! But I'm perfectly capable of walking down a bloody corridor."
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Dorian ignored Adriana’s denial, preferring to take that as an intoxicated yes. It had been several minutes after his last ego boost; he was starting to feel withdrawals.
“If you’re sure,” Dorian answered, dropping his hands to his sides. “To the right, Miss Winters. That doesn’t mean turn around, as there is a wall there. I’d rather not scrape your entrails off the floor if you walk into that suit of armor, either, so please try to avoid that if you can.”
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"Oh, thank goodness, you do care enough for me not to be impaled," she commented in a tone of mock appreciation, clasping her hand over her heart. "Had me worried, there."
Determined to walk on her own two bloody feet, she then straightened herself up from off the wall, along with her robes, and took off to the right. Not that Adriana actually planned on going to the hospital wing, but hey - one thing at a time.
She made it several shaky steps before her head really started to spin. Stumbling another step, it felt like a massive headache and it was getting more difficult to ignore. Still ahead of him in the corridor, Adriana winced and stopped where she was, lifting a hand to hold the bridge of her nose. She shot her index finger up to eye-level with her other ( ... )
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And here he was... amused! Oh yes, it was brilliant, watching her stumble down the corridor like she was drunk or some such. She was NOT weak, and she did NOT need his help!
Lowering her hand slowly from her nose, Adriana raised her gaze to Dorian with a cold glare. Bloody ponce. Why did he have to be right? "Yes, I'm sure you would enjoy that," she said with a low cough, looking at him with an unamused smile. Well, the flattery was always gladly accepted, just not as appreciated at the moment. "You are my hero, Mr. Grace...," Adriana commented in a sarcastic, dream-like voice, moving passed him and tossing her arm around the shoulders of the nearest armoured statue a few feet away. Which, conveniently helped in keeping her ( ... )
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