d.ont call me sweethear.t [zack]

[Ariadne Kaisarov]

u.nless you mean i.t
d.ont hold me clos.e
u.nless you mean i.t
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It was somewhere close to midnight, the fire had long since burned out in the hearth, only a few embers glowed feebly as though attempting to rekindle the fire. That was how Ariadne felt, she was completely and utterly exhausted, but she couldn't sleep. She exhaled, her warm breath making the strands of red hair that clung to her face flow away from her features. Her rage red lips frowned slightly and she squirmed in the leather arm chair she was sitting in. The young witch was glad in silky black pajamas but was still wearing her leather combat boots, her legs were crossed and she curled up in the comfortable chair clutching a small pillow.

What was hell? Hell was her life, it was worse now that it was in her fourth year, and that was saying a lot. Nothing bad was happening, but nothing good was happening either. It was like she was trapped in some kind of crazy stasis, where she was on auto pilot all day and then was just dead at night. Ariadne's grey-blue eyes flickered in the light of the glowing coals, her eyelids drooped. Despite every muscle in her body telling her to sleep, her mind was too busy to let her calm down enough to sleep more than a few minutes.

In her left hand was crumpled a letter from her mother. Her mum said she was just 'checking in' because Ariadne had been 'silent all term' and her mum was worried because she was 'so distant all the time.' Not that it was new, Ariadne was always distant now. At the end of her letter her mum reminded her that her sixteenth birthday was coming up and asked what she wanted. The girl sighed and stood up, dropping the pillow on the chair, she stretched and tossed her long flame red hair. She walked across the common room and tossed the letter into the fire. Standing there silently she watched the parchment crumple and hiss as the last remnants of the fire greedily licked at the fuel.

[Zachary Lennox]

<sup>Zack feverishly wiped the last of the blood from his face and sighed lightly. Back to the rats. They were not tastey nor satisfying, they had caused him to crack and of course the dissapearance, to the pupils, of the arithmency teacher was down to him. Yet no one knew. He ran a hand through his hair and opened the dormitory door before lazily walking down the steps hands plundged into his jean pockets. The day was normal, so was the night just normal. Nothing special at all and quite frankly he hated it. All the hype and drama had gone, no more rumors and pranks just nothing. Well the house bands would change that hopefully, atleast he had something to do there. The common room was almost empty and if he was mortal he probably wouldn't have been able to tell the Russian was there. He smirked to himself before looking behind him. Louis was prowling lightly just past him and Zack was suprized at how big he had gotten. The turht was Zack never cared for his pets.

Walking across the common room was like walking through an ice chamber, all of it was cold and the marble floor against his cold skin sent a shiver down his spine that he hadn't felt for a while. He watched Ariadne carefully before continuing toward her and stopping just beside her. His movements where so swift and silent that he dared not speak straight away incase it frightened her but it wans't as if she didn't know already.
"Mother?"
His eyebrows raised slightly, questioning. Of course it was her mother he could tell whether it was wrong to know or not. Zack had thrown the letters into the fire from his sister and mother for years, it made something better to pretend that they never existed although by now Helody always managed to send two copies and know if he touched the paper.

-sorry I'm like blah right now-</sup>