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Tweak says, "Don't eat yellow snow."

Wes (wassupwes) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-09 21:53:00

Current mood:	tired
Current music:	We're All Going Down - Butch Walker
Entry tags:	#feb2023, *greathall, w.longbottom

Become a Social Ghost
Who: Wes, Claire// OPEN
What: The morning after the night before...
Where: The Great Hall
When: Monday Morning - Breakfast
Rating/Warnings: 15
Status: in progress

Wes was sitting near the end of the Gryffindor table, as far away from everyone else as he could get. His hair hung low over his eyes, hopefully hiding the bags he was sporting from being up all night, and his chin was covered with a fine stubbly layer. There was no point in shaving over the fullmoon, it would've been back by 4pm. He'd been a little late for breakfast, and the hall was relatively empty but for the odd spattering of students. He was just glad he didn't have any classes. The only reason he was awake was because he was always starving after changing.
His plate was piled high with every type of meat available to him on the table, sausages, bacon, gammon, even the turkey sausages, even though he hated turkey. He just craved the meat so much! Probably because it was the middle day of the full moon, the official full moon, the big khauna! Too tired to bother, he hadn't attempted to put anything else on his plate to even the meal out a little, you know, make it look a little less like he was trying to drive some kind of animal to extinction, single-handedly.

He poured his attention half-heartedly onto a copy of the Daily Prophet, looking for any story that might catch his interest. There was a small article stating that the murderer at Hogwarts still hadn't been found and that the Ministry had no leads, and now attention was turning to possible student involvement. Wes flicked his eyes up to the Slytherin table, to Albus Potter. He hadn't had anyone with him that night had he? The Aurors had found him! Who's to say....
Then again Wes himself couldn't even remember what he was doing when she was killed. That magical weed had gone straight to his head.... He sighed and turned the page to an article on a flying carpet smuggling ring that had been blown open by the Ministry the previous day. How boring. He closed his eyes, head resting on his hand, and slowly started nodding off over his plate without realising...

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clairefree
2009-02-09 04:18 pm UTC (link)

Monday morning never found Claire is the best of moods and today was no exception. She was tired and irritable, finding herself on the rag the day before. This, combined with staying up too late to study for a quiz, meant that her day was shaping up to be a downer.
She hurried in to the Great Hall, looking up as as the last of the owls struggled in along with her to drop of their deliveries. She momentarily wondered if her dad had sent her anything, before dismissing the idea. She really shouldn't expect anything. But it would've been nice to hear from him. Readjusting the strap of her bag she craned her neck to see if her step-brother had received anything. Apparently not. This made her feel better.
By the time she made it to the table most of the seats at that end of the hall were taken. Rolling her eyes in annoyance she squeezed between the rows of seats heading downwards. It was then that she saw the familiar mop of hair and her pace quickened.
But he was asleep, she realised, coming to a stop beside him. A tolerant smile played on the corner of her lips before she knocked his elbow off the table and sat herself next to him. "Your breakfast is getting cold, Wes," she murmured, reaching across him for a pitcher of juice.

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wassupwes
2009-02-09 04:43 pm UTC (link)

Wes was unbelievably comfortable. Some sort of GOD had blessed him with what was strangely the most comfortable position he felt he could've possibly found to sleep in. He was about ready to start snoring softly, when his arm was rudely knocked out from under his chin. He fell forwards with a snort, catching himself before he landed face-first into his pile of greasy meat and looked around wide-eyed tosee if he'd been caught sleeping. Upon realising it was Claire, Wes pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes.
"Thanks," he grumbled, glaring at her sleepily, "What would I do without you around to save me?"
He stabbed at his breakfast, spearing an unfortunate sausage which he proceeded to chew grumpily. He propped himself back on his arm, facing Claire, watching her as she gathered her breakfast. He finished his sausage and inhaled. Oh now... there was something in the air... something... delicious... What was that? He blinked. His senses were still incredibly high, his sense of smell especially. That smell. It could easily drive it insane. It was definitely making him hungry for something that wasn't food.

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clairefree
2009-02-09 04:59 pm UTC (link)

"Don't look at me like that," she shot back, giving him a glare. He looked awful... in an attractive kind of way. If it wasn't for the dark circles under his eyes, and the fact that they had class shortly, she might've suggested they take themselves upstairs and to bed.
She turned away to grab a few pieces of toast, and scooped some scrambled egg onto them. "If I'm having a bad day the least you can do is join me." She grabbed her knife and fork, preparing to eat, but turned to eye him again. "But it looks as though you've had a bit of a hard night. Didn't decide to destroy those greenhouses did you?"

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wassupwes
2009-02-09 05:56 pm UTC (link)

"No, I didn't destroy anything," Wes replied, distracted himself from the smell with a piece of bacon. He chewed thoughtfully, trying to think of anything but the smell and how much it was making his hair stand on end. He wanted it. What was it!? It was driving him MAD!
"Why are you so pissy this morning?" He asked glancing at her with a smirk, which faded suddenly and he cocked his head, "Are you bleeding?"

His eyes slide across her body, looking for a cut or stain or...wait... Girl. Blood. Fuck. It was Claire! The smell! Everything! He could smell her! Not just the blood but pheromones! Sex signals she didn't even know she was giving off... Fuck! If she were a wolf, she would've been in heat and Wes..well, let's just say that full-moon fever stretched a little further than just a hairy transformation for three nights. The wolf's animal instincts were pulsing through him, and he wanted to fuck. A lot.

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clairefree
2009-02-09 06:08 pm UTC (link)

She threw him a disbelieving glance, complete with narrowed eyes at his denial. Detention with Professor Longbottom never made anyone look as though they'd been to hell and back in one night. He'd obviously been up to something.

"I--" she began to answer his question but was cut off by his next question. "What?" she asked, looking down at her hands, her legs, in confusion. "No..." she trailed off, before his sudden change in position drew her attention. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked, annoyed at his strange behaviour. This was a definite change from the other night when he'd-- She felt a blush creeping into her cheeks at the memory and turned away, shoving more scrambled eggs into her mouth.

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wassupwes
2009-02-10 02:47 am UTC (link)

"Nothing," Wes replied quickly, distracting himself with his goblet of pumpkin juice. He glanced around the hall for some other conversational topic but came up blanket, "I'm fine. just tired, jeez can you blame me? Dad had me practically wrestling with some Devil's Snare he was replanting..."
it was a terrible excuse but he really was at a push to think straight right then, what with being so tired and now this unexpected attack on his senses. He swallowed more sausage and tried to keep his thoughts away from how much he wanted to feel claire's body under his. How much he just wanted to take her there and then.
"Do you have class this morning?" Wes found himself asking before he could stop himself.

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clairefree
2009-02-10 03:25 am UTC (link)

Claire frowned while she let her gaze linger on his face, before she let it slide away. "Yeah, double potions," she answered casually. She wondered what on earth had made him ask her if she was bleeding. Because, technically, she was. Just... not because of a wound. She tried to subtley cross her legs and kept her thighs pressed together tightly. There was no evidence of it otherwise, she was sure. A quick check in the mirror as she'd rushed out of the door had confirmed that.
"Hopefully he's easier on you tonight, then, because you look like hell, Wes," she continued, referring to his detention the night before. "And no one will sleep with you if you look like you're homeless." Her fingers reached out and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

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wassupwes
2009-02-10 05:30 am UTC (link)

Damn! Double Potions! Wes hoped that his disappointment didn't show on his face and tried to casually shrug it off, "Oh ok, cool I'll probably catch you around lunch..." Damndamndamn! Then again, what was he hoping for? She was hardly in a condition to entertain the wolf's desires...
He shivered as her fingers caught his hair. Hey skin smelt amazing.
"You'd sleep with me," He said pointedly.
He closed his eyes and barely noticed as he leaned towards her, sniffing lightly, indulging in the scent of her, her skin, hormones, blood and the perfume she'd used to try and cover all of it. Without the fullmoon, all of this was so unnoticeable to his nose. Right now it was like a horrible tease. He opened his eyes and realised that he'd been leaning rather awkwardly towards her. Colour rose in his cheeks slightly, so he buried his nose into his goblet, downing mouthfuls of pumpkin juice though he really didn't fancy it.
"Yo-you smell good," He said awkwardly, trying to cover himself, "New perfume?"

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clairefree
2009-02-10 05:48 am UTC (link)

They were intimate enough with each other so that when Wes moved towards her, Claire remained where she was. Perhaps he'd had a quick smoke before he'd come down to breakfast, she thought, eyeing him with a frown. But as he leant towards her even more she saw the naked lust in his eyes before his lids fell shut.
A tingle of goosebumps ran down her spine as she leaned towards him, tilting her head to meet his lips-- And then he was gone. Drinking and mumbling some nonsense.
Straightening herself she pulled her hair back into a low ponytail, twisting it around one fingers before letting it fall over one shoulder. "No. My perfume's the same as it's always been," she answered, still flustered and confused. She cleared her throat and grabbed her cup, finishing the last of her juice.
"As for the sleeping thing, I'll make you a deal." With her bag in one hand and books in the other she stood up to straddle the bench. "Finish your detentions and leave the greenhouses alone--" she moved over him, bending down to murmur in his ear, "--and I'll let you do whatever you want with me for one night. Deal?" she finished. She pulled back a bit, biting on her lower lip before she moved towards him again. "And here's one for the road." She closed the gap between their faces in one smooth movement, sighing into the familiar curve of his lips.

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wassupwes
2009-02-10 01:29 pm UTC (link)

claire had no idea what she wa doing to him. Not even an inkling it seemed. He swallowed as she leaned down, his eyes sliding shut as her scent washed over him again. And then the whsiper, the promise. Wes sucked in a small breath, his fingers pressed against the table, gripping the edge to resist the urge to grab her.
"Ngh deal..." he said softly, though he knew it wouldn't be soon enough to quell his urges. He opened his eyes as she moved back, his pupils wide and his gaze so incredibly lustful, and then, with what he felt was very little warning, she kissed him!
He whimpered against her lips, wanting so much more. Oh god it had never ever been this bad before, but then Claire had never teased him unknowingly like this! He kissed her back, knuckles white where he was holding the table to stop himself jumping her and, as she pulled back and walked away he growled softly. He needed it now.

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