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[Dominick Lysander]

Another year at Hogwarts was beginning, everyone was chipper and the lake seemed to be moving with happiness. It sickened him to think of happiness when his rightful house was not his true place. He belonged in Slytherine but he was a born mind, although it was better than Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. The teenager sighed and rubbed his temples. School was the worst but at least there were the others that were with him, the true witches and wizards. His blood ran pure along with the Lestranges, Blacks, and Malfoys. There were many others but some become traitors and deserved to be punished.

Dominick couldn't see how the families could wish for a new time, mudbloods didn't belong in the world of wizards. When Voldemort was strong it was nice, and then Severus Snape, in love with a mudblood, went and told about the Lord's plans. Dominick wouldn't have forgiven the half-blood. He grimaced in distaste, he agreed that Snape could've been a cool teacher, he regretted not having met the guy, but then again he ended up betraying the dark Lord and even before we knew that he was dead. Dom laughed in mockery; how funny life was.

He stretched and stood, his form shortened and a canine likeness came about him. Soon a white wolven looking creature sat where he had stood; being an animagus was fun for him and he enjoyed sneaking about. All his seven years here not one had found him out, they suspected but had nothing to show. He darted off into the shallows of the lake and wallowed in the water. His love of outdoors was strong and he enjoyed swiming and running, although more of as a canine animal than a human. He had hoped a friend would come out but to no avail he went to his activities. He thought about going into the Forbidden Forest, no surprise in his wishes to explore it further. He soaked himself and chased fish in the water; being an animal was so much fun.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

The long black snake basked in the late summer sun, an usual sight none the less yet of course she wasn't just a snake. Her tongue flickered lightly out of her cupped mouth before catching a scent and following it with a quick glid along the sandy banks. Crawling into the water she wrapped herself around the white wolf's leg and crawled up onto his back winding herself around his stomache. Her hisses filtered through her and into his pointed ears before slenderly fell back into the shallow waters and back to the banks. The snake tracks again ended in the dark brown haired teen and she sat wringing out her hair, sitting in an oversized black t-shirt with a snake winding over it and some small black shorts. For being in the water her makeup hadn't shifted one bit. Her tongue rested on her palate before running closer to the opening of her oesophagus and dropping silently to it's normal possition.

Her pupils contracted in the blazing sunlight as she looked over the rippeling lake, which looked almost white with glare. Although she wasn't exactly a colourful person she didn't mind the sun and the whole feel of a nice hot day, it just didn't suit her too much. Although she still did where some colour just not often; usually black surficed although white was her second colour then grey. Her nails where the usual dark shining deathly black which always looked like wet ink on her nails, her hail left to hang windly around her blowling in the wind although being dragged down by the still wet tips. She never usually tied it up or cared to do anything with it now, it looked fine without anything done to it and so if it gave her more time for her eyes she was happy. Lips pursed as she drew her imperfect eyes upon the white wolf and grinned, she knew who it was and of course he thoguht she didn't, he forgot sometimes that she was as sneaky as darkness.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

The white dog cocked its head as something drew nearer; a black sewrpent slithered into the water and curled itself around the canine's leg. At first Dominick was surprised and then he felt stupid. The snake came across his tummy and he looked all over the body, nothing but black. His tongue lolled out and he panted in a laugh. His tail shifted back and forth in happiness. He watched as the snake unraveled and became the woman he wanted to see.

He looked at her with a more confused look. She knew who he was? It was unnatural for most to know his white form, but then again she was a deather eater as he himself. He raised on his hind legs and grew into a man. His body draped with his school robes he loathed; even more so that they were drenched. His hair still stayed up in the front and he grinned, he planned to strip off his unwanted clothes.

He didn't bother to wlak out of the water; he simply took of the outer robe, and his vest, the tie, and the shirt. Now his muscles abedomen was facing the girl he left on his trousers. He walked closer and sank into the shallows on his stomach, she was not far away on the beach at all. "Well, hello there Melia." He was happy she came, he must say he had liked her for a long time, she proved a tough chase alot of times.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

She smiled rather darkly, perhaps even sinister, as he grew into the person she wanted to see an gave a helpless little laugh at his confused look. Dragging her knees to her chest again she leant her pretty little head on her knees and tilted it slightly to make herself look innocent.
"Oh you forget sometimes I'm sneaky, don't look so surprized I knew it was you..."
She let her legs stretch back out and lifted her arms to her hair twisting it into a high tail on her head binding it with a flick of her wand. There were some good spells other than the dark arts, charms for one thing were rather helpful sometimes. Her golden ringed pupils shifted across her eyes still staring directly at Dominick as he stripped off. Her lips curled into a greedy smile as she stood up and put her hands on her hips.
"Showing off now are we? So looks like you've been working out, nice..."

Her head nodded lightly as she pulled down the shorts and the t-shirt revealing a black bakini which had a scaley look about it. Tapping her face lightly she made her eye makeup waterproof and slipped silently into the water. Teasingly she walked closley to Dom before crouching letting the water reach her shoulders. Her hands gripped the bed of the lake as she pulled herself closer to him and lay on her back next to him prpping herself up with her elbows.
"Looks like your trying to impress someone."
She grinned lightly before looking the opposite way to the source of some laughs but saw they where a while away and turned back. Her hair was completley wet now and seemed to hang off her head and drape like melting black plastic over her shoulders, lying on the water like something not to differently discribed as oil, yet pretty oil.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

He shrugged, he really didn't mind that she knew it was him, he knew the snake was her. It was nice being an animagus; especially since the teachers didn't know or didn't care for now. He smirked. "Who could forget when you're so good?" He acted innocent but there wasn't a bone in his body that wasn't damned, or anything about him for that fact. He stretched his arms flexing them slightly. "You know me, working out is a breeze, but hey, I to be strong." He would have added, I'm a dog, duh but it was unecessary. She smiled greedily and he acted to shrug off any interest. "I may keep it up for ladies...ya know." He smiled back at her, her little pose was so cute and wished he could knock her over and mess around, but it was too early in the day...for now.

He watched her with growing interest; the way her body slipped out of the clothing was inticing and he almost couldn't hold himself back form her. The ebon mess, a lovely mess, draped her shoulders as she dipped in the water; her binkin commented her skin which was pale, but not entirely undesirable. He held his breath until she was on her back next to him. He shifted to look at her. "I don't have to impress, they come to me..." He smirked and resisted the urge to touch her. His hand shifted in the urge and he moved it as if he were to rub his eyes. She would catch on to his desire soon enough; it burned in him like fire.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

Looking to him lightly she lifted her hand from the water pretending to examine it yet turned it to push his shoulder, she leant over him and smiled lightly her eyes darkened by the shadows of her face.
"Oh but you don't need to impress me honey..."
She looked over his face and lightly let her fingers run over his cheek before she let them drop. They couldn't really do anything too serious out here because of the stupid students on the rockfaces yet one kiss couldn't hurt. She let her body drop onto his and forced her delicate lips onto his before sitting back up smiling gently.
"I'm already impressed."
Her words were whispered carefully to him as she tucked her loosening hair behind her ears and let the sun filter onto her small body.

Lifting a leg out of the water she examined her toenails and rolled her eyes, she'd have to re-paint them tonight. However her eyes couldn't stay off Dom's face as she leant her head on his shoulder.
"I'd kill them if they stole you from me, your mine."
She laughed lightly, slightly more under her breath than usual, her words were soft and whispered as she draped an arm over his torso and lightly let her front teeth slide over her bottom lip giving her a slightly cheeky look. Mel's eyes glitteed in the sunlight yet she never had any pride over them. Sure the colour was pretty and all but her left eye had a certain impurity about it, her pupil teardropped into her iris. It wans't obvious but she knew it was there and so she didn't like it at all. There was no changing Melia's mind unless you had the power to win her over completely.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

Her push hadn't been hard but he submitted it roll on his back and stare at the sky. He thought about pushing her buttons but then he would just run her off, something he definately didn't want to happen. He smiled as her lyrics reached his ears, music to him. "I never do.." Escaped him before she was full on kissing him, his arms encircled her and didn't want to let go but she released her lips and he let his hands drop from the middle of her back. "I knew I'd get you." He laughed and gave her a quirky look. "Yay." He breathed in her ear as she lay upon him. He brought his left arm over to her right that sat across his mid section; he stroked it in compassion and smiled to himself, he had won for sure.

"I am not yours...You are mine." He smirked and stroked her hair that touched him. It was like a mass of oil but oil was disgusting and she was not. Her essence was intoxicating and he couldn't help but wish they were alone for once. Even in their house they were not truly alone, any boy could whisper their adventures around. He sighed a little at the frustration he emitted; how could he get her alone? He turned to see her full on. "You know your eyes are more beautiful than you think, I see no imperfections, and that's coming from Dominick, not Dom." He was tired of her thinking something was wrong, she should know perfectly well he was the lucky one, he saw many eye her and only wish to hex them; he wasn't stupid enough to do it in class.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

Although his body was wet from the cold water he was surpisingly warm and it gave her satisfaction to feel him against her. Her eyes looked up to him as her head seemed to nuzzle his shoulder and neck gently.
"And how could you be so sure you'd get me?"
her nails drew across his stomach as she leant in and kissed him sweetly on the cheek carefully making sure not dig in with them like she was used to doing when handeling Scorpion. For once he wasn't around and somthing from her gave a soft wish she hadn't jinxed the moment and the dog would dive on them.
"Well then we'll have to surfice with both then won't we..."
The rhetorical question lolled off her tongue playfully while she let her hand finally rest upon his chest gently. Beating as if his heart beat was flowing through her fingers.

She closed her eyes and sighed lightly, somehow she didn't want to fight about her eyes today. Any other day she's snarl back at them and say that they couldn't change her mind yet right now it was so peacful she could stand breaking it by her temper.
"Thank you,"
She left it at that her small whisper fllowed by her hand tilting his head and another kiss gentle against his lips, noses brushing carefully her eyes looking right into his as she parted but stayed within centimeters to his face. Her hand dropped to his shoulder as she smiled lightly running her hand down until she could reach his hand. Gasping it in her own she left her arm stretched over him, her eyes still locked with his. The breeze had begun to dry the front of her hair at the top letting it whip around her face.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

Sitting up in the water wasn;t something he wanted to do, he'd rather lay in the shallows with Melia beside him. He obliged though, letting her have the control of movement for now; he'd steal it back later. "When I saw you I knew I wouldn't stop till you were mine, so I knew I'd get you." Dom came up with it on the top of his head. In other's eyes, if he wanted it, in the end he'd have it. He could be so determined that he he forgot about everything else, maybe that was why school sucked so much.

He simply noddded to her rhetorical question and let her lean into him with her head draped on his shoulder. Even the softest touch from her sprang energy into him, hating that they weren't on their own where teachers made no rules, student's eyes could not tell or see. He smiled at her thanks but it wsn't enough for him. He struggled not to insist she was perfect. He couldn't see how she thought otherwise with her dark eyes make up draw away from whatever she saw. He with a smile in how silly she was, of course her pefection increased when she was in his arms; he knew they were made for each other, why else be born, duh.

He took her kiss hungerily and leaned toward her to make it last a milisecond longer. His green optics met hers and he smiled adoringly. His hand wrapped around hers as soon as she grasped it; any form of touch was good enough, now. As her hair whipped around her and entangling him he stayed close to her, his nose so close to hers. He smiled and suddenly reached across to pull her in his lap. He would have made a corny joke of sit on papa's lap, but it was too imperfect for the moment.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

She laughed lightly entwinging her fingers with his, her hand was small and delicate compared to his. She would have thought of something to say, reflecting her yet the moment had taken over her and made her so gentle that it was unbelievable that this was her, although she still held the spunk of who she truley was. Her other hand strolked his head lightly, fingers through his hair. As he lifted her onto his lap she smiled and threw her head back lightly.
"Can you play with fire here?"
She chuckled lightly before leaning forward onto his chest, her hand that was on his head now on his chest. Her hair fell out of the charm and fell like a curtain over the left side of her face as she leant in for another kiss this time not wanting to let go and let him do what he wanted. She let her other hand,which was grasping his hand, lead his to her lower back while both hands drape over her shoulders and around his neck.

Her feet sat peacfully in the water at the side of him, her body twisted yet comfortable with her pelvis facing toward where she'd just came from. The lake seemed to glisten lightly in the light, she didn't think of it the same way as she did before; a simple bit of water, yet more like a magical source of something special. It stuck in her mind but was replaced by thoughts of Dom, eyes fluttering catching his skin like buterfly kisses. Her ears were somehow not in the world, she heard a whistle somewhere in the distance yet she felt almost as if thise was a dream where she'd wake up, yet she knew she wasn't and that was why she wanted the moment to last forever. It was just a simple connection of chemistry, deep chemistry that filler her body like an electric current, making her spring to mind the word she'd thought would never cross her again; Love.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

She gave him the control and he took it wildly with pleasure. It was a shame she had not been his first, but hey, then she would think he wasn't good, which, heck yes, he was. He smirked and let her come in for a kis, draping her arms around his neck and on his shoulders; his own went for the small of her back and he leaned himself so far back that he was lying in the ater again with her on top. Her kiss was not forceful but he reacted with force, his tongue snaking into her mouth and tempting hers to come out for some playing.

"I'm too greedy, fire would burn me before I knew it." He smiled at his comment, even if it wasn't real fire he'd be burned harshly because he was yearning so. Her hair was a curtain, sealing them from the outside eyes but everyone knew what they were doing if they were seen. The worst thing would be a teacher coming down and trying to give detention for some kissing, not as big as actual romping around. He smiled and looked into her eyes, words were not enough now, he couldn't say what he desired because it was useless, intelligence fled form his mind and theonly thing left was his raging horomones.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

At his kiss her mouth parted lightly her tongue, slightly forked anyway from her snake form, flickered and tangoed with his own shending shivers doen her spine. She hadn't realized he was lying back in the water until she saw the waters reflecting her face, almost pulling away but left it upto him. Hands lifted and played with the back of his hair, circling her fingers around the strands letting her wind through her long fingers. Eyes averted to closing to releave her hatred of them from passing on yet her face glowed with passion and lust without the need of her eyes anyway. The back of head felt eyes upon it, ears heard muffled whispers, whistles or anything else around them. Somehow she fel more concience although she couldn't care less what everyone else thought. She'd had plenty of detentions and so she wouldn't care if another one passed her way in fact usually she'd have been in a detention right now.

"I know you are, although sometimes so am I...Othertimes though I wish I had privacy, alone just me and you."
She smirked lightly before brushing her hair to the side and moving her face gently away, her breath was soft and relaxed almost dreamy and unknown to her. She realized she was sitting on Dom and bit her lip inertnally trying to make herself lighter although she had no clue how heavy she really was. Resting her arms on her thighs she discided to slip off his lap and let her back drape over his chest. She wouldn't admit it but she was scared, yes she'd been in relationships before but they never sparkled and truth be told she felt she had a shield around her that had just been impenitrated by Domonick, feeling like he was the fire instead of her and casting flames of lust upon her. A smile still lingered on her face but her mine was puzzled and a little confused, usually she would have ran by now if he came near her, loving her. She could feel her heart beating as though it was trying to escape her chest and took in a deep breath holding it for longer than usual before releasing it.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

Hungerily, Dominick turned to place Melia beneath him. His hands would be beside her hands, holding him up, his left knee was the only one that touched the bank. He grinned and let go of the passionate kiss. His glance shot up and he knew as soon as he did a teacher would appear. For once he was wrong but he knew if one didn't show up soon, well he'd do something rash. He didn't want to let Melia have it all so soon, he could work some hefty magic and letting her see it all now would ruin his ways of keeping her with him. He figured she was his for the keeping as long as he wanted. He just hoped he was mature enough to keep the committment, he wasn't good with these things.

"IF someone doesn't stop us soon, I'll become daft and do soemthign rash." HE voice was husky with lust and he was short of breath. Truth be told, Melia did take his breath away. Everywhere he even saw her his bretah shortened and he could just smell her and be in a dream. He sounded like a pansy, but if that was how love as, so be it. Dom forced himself to stop looking at Melia, her lure for him was too tempting and he could resist, yet he must. The choice was hard because he didn't want her to think he didn't want anymore, he did. That was the biggest problem, he couldn't stay away.

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

Her eyes closed as she sat up and then stood walking further out into the lake, she didn't want to seem like she didn't want to seem uninterested but it wasn't her fault she was scared. Last time she'd found someone they had hurt her, badly, shame they didn't know what she was capible of. She was submerged, feet couldn't touch the floor no more, yet floated without much effort with her head above the water. Her back rested against a rock feet touched a small foot hold so she stayed afloat, eyes staring across the vast amount of water as if she'd just seen a basalisk as was frozen. Maybe it was out of fear but then again she had no idea. Everone must think she was an idiot, including Domonick who at this moment was probably confused or infuriated she'd just swam away. Either of them made snse to Mel although sometimes she was bad at reading how people would react and so hadn't taken it up as a profession.

Her nails had turned a very dark green and so she swam around the rock and climbed out on the other entrance to the lakes edge. Biting her lip lightly she slipped into her serpent form and pushed herself back to the clothes and her wand on the bank. Rolling in the sand to give herself a white, brown and black appearance so Dom might not notice her as much she continued and sat on a broken boulder top watching him in the water, wondering. The sun basked down onto the rock making a snake happy anyway yet Melia was simply just worried if she'd ruined it all. She couldn't help being frightened of what happened in the past coming back to her. Although she had different views about the world, didn't mind others dying at her hand she was still protective of what she did with her heart.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

As she seemed to melt into the water and leave him, his was disappointed but happy. He wasn't one would could control something stronger than himself; seriously, horomones sucked. He sighed and turned back on his back, she was right to go off. He would stay there and wait to say a goodbye and show her that this wasn't just a fling. He didn't do those, it didn't work for him. He was just as tender as a girl with his heart, it was so unprotective that anything could pierce it and really hurt him. HE watched Melia float out to a rock and disappear. He knew she would turn into her animagus form and slip away, he was good at supposing things.

He himself probably needed to get out of the water. Something moved and he looked at the rock to the side of him, in deeper water, closely, he couldn't see anything from a distance. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. "Better to leave than get caught...theres always the Room of Requirments and Dorms." He gave a sly grin to himself and walked off in only his pants, the robes, shirt, vest, tie, and other things he shredded were following behind him, air borne.