Need to Relax! (Open)

[bastan]

Breaths were coming in short sharp bursts, rasping hurriedly through his lungs and out of his reddened engorged lips. His Athletic body rippled as his muscly legs carried him swiftly and deftly through the Forbidden forest. One of Bastans favourite places to run. Not only was it secluded from other people, it was almost like an assault course. Around every corner, with ever twist and turn a new obstacle would get in the way. A fallen tree, ancient stumps, branches, rocks, debris of one kind and another, each one blocking his path in its own unique fashion.

The Youngest of the LeStrange's foot falls could be heard as he hammered them into the ground. His fast pace, faster than usual due to his emotions getting the better of him again. As per usual the person that caused him the most anxiety was flooding his brain Amycus Carrow, his Ammycus. Graphic pictures flashed through his mind and he tried to shut them out. That was a mistake, the more he tried to block them out, the more they chose to remain. Like stubborn torturers flickering, tormenting him, hurting him to his very core. Blond and brunette mingling as one. Tears threatened to come over him, water filling his eyes. Bastan furiously blinked them away, and accelerated in speed, arms moving in perfect synchronization with his legs, spurring him on that little bit faster.

His lungs were rebelling against him, begging him to stop. The pain in his chest was great, but the pain in his heart was even more and Bastan could do nothing but follow the orders of his lungs. Slowing down in pace, he was almost at a stop before he dropped painfully to the floor. The heartbroken boy was on his knees, crisp leaves making their signature noise underneath them. Stones and shards digging painfully in. Rabastan ignored any physical pain that he had endured, the emotional pain was far too overwhelming now. The tears that had threatened to come out, flow freely and Bastan roared his pain out.

"AMYCUS, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

His athletic form was emotionally broken and he let the forest consume him as he lay on the floor cuddling his knees and crying. he had lost his Amycus. Amycus and Narcissa were kissing, Amycus like it, he followed her. Bastan did not want to think about what happened after, though he was a virgin he knew what boys and girls did together. He shuddered and a fresh wave of sobs overtook him.

"Ammy no, please Ammy no, not this anything but this."

Using his pet nickname that he had for the boy, showing the devastation hat he felt. Rabastan was not stupid, he knew that Amycus would find a partner soon enough, after all his best friend did not know that he was in love with him. Bastan tried to imagine acting brave around him, congratulating the pair on their relationship. He felt sick to the stomach with grief. he did not know how he would pull this off. He hoped that he was a better actor than Shakespeare the famous secret Wizard from Elizabethan times. Pain enveloped him again, he could not think about all this right now. All he could think about was the pain, his loss, his Ammy. The boy lay there in the leaves, alone and broken.

[quof2]

Alice still could not believe what she was doing. Never in her six years at Hogwarts had she ever been to the forbidden forest, had she ever been tempted to enter the forbidden forest. Yet here she was, walking toward it with every intention of going inside.

She knew it was dangerous, and not just for the creatures that might be lurking there. This was where the death eater attack had happened. While she hadn't been part of it as she was a pure blood, she had established herself as enough of blood traitor to be in almost as much trouble as a muggleborn, and who knew when whoever it was that had done it would decide to come back? So for those reasons she she shouldn't be coming. Yet that was exactly why she had come.

The Death Eater attack had terrified her, sickened her, but she wasn't sure she believed the story that was now circulating about it, the one the teachers had told her. She had her own suspicions about what happened, and she hated that whoever had done this to all those poor people hadn't been punished for it. So she was going to have a look around, though she doubted she could find anything that would help, but it made her feel better if she was trying to do something about it.

Still, she felt shivers race down her spine as she entered the trees. She told herself it was the cold, because she had forgotten to bring her jacket. But she wasn't so sure that was the reason.

She had hoped to be alone, which was why she was rather startled to hear someone else. A part of her wanted to head back, but her curiosity got the better of her. She moved forward slowly and avoided making as much noise as possible, in case whoever it was was someone who meant her harm. It wasn't long before she realized whoever it was was crying.

"Hello?" She called out, taking a step. She saw someone up ahead. "Are you alright?" she knew that was a stupid question, they were crying in the middle of the woods, of course the weren't alright. She stepped around the bush as saw who it was.

Rabastan lestrange, a Slytherin, and not one of the nice ones. She paused, the blood rushing to her cheeks. He was a year younger than her, but they were both prefects and so it was possible her knew her name.
"I'm sorry, I—" she stuttered, feeling her heartbeat quicken a little bit.

[bastan]

Rabastan felt like his whole life had been torn apart. He knew that no matter what, he and Amycus would be friends, but would Amycus and he still be as close as they were when a girl got her claws into him? This was something they never really spoke about, girls. A lot of groups, his brother included would stand together and ogle the girls and he and Amycus just wasn't like that. It was one thing of a million that he loved about Amycus. They always seemed to be on the same wavelength...that was until Narcissa. What was it with the Blacks anyway? His brother Roddy had a thing for Bellatrix. This was one of the very few things thst Bastan did not understand about his brother. She was crazy, okay so in his defense the Blacks were as wealthy and Notorious as the LeStranges, but Bellatrix???

Bastan coughed a little and began to calm down, feeling a little cried out, when he heard a feminine voice call out, "Hello." He sat up abruptly and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. This was the last thing he wanted, someone seeing him cry. The LeStrange boy knew that the evidence of his tears would not be wiped away with a mere arm wipe, but he could not think of that right now. Panic rose in him, before he remembered who he was. He was a LeStrange, people feared him, surely the fact that he was crying would unnerve the person more...

Jumping up, he pulled his wand from the wand sling that he always wore when out on a run. An expert piece of material that he wore under his t-shirts, but with one swipe of his hand, his wand would be preset and ready. "Are you alright?" Rabastan looked around, his blue eyes darting around for any sign of movement, to his right he saw a girl, a blond kind looking girl who he knew to be a Purebood from his 5 years at the school. He could not remember her name, but he knew that she was a Gryffindor and that she was a Prefect.

She spotted him about the same time as he spotted her. Blue eyes locked and he smiled a little. It was not a kind smile, a how do you do smile, it was more of a hunters smile when he catches sign of a magnificent Buck just a few yards ahead of him smile.
"I'm sorry, I-"

Rabastan walked over to her, on her pretty little face it was evident that she knew who he was. Her cheeks became a little flushed and she looked a little agitated, "You're sorry but what? he asked in a mocking tone. "You're sorry that you are here disturbing me? You're sorry that you are alone in the scary wood with me? or that you're sorry that I am little pissed at your rude interruption?" he asked his eyes flashing. His oak wand was pointing at her now whilst he thought of a way to punish this rude girl.

[quof2]

She watched as he jumped up and pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at her. Her eyes widened and she took an involuntary step back. Was he going to hex her? She didn't know, but she felt her heart quicken a little bit and bile rise in her throat. She gulped.

"I--I," she stuttered, looking down at the ground because looking at him was freaking her out way too much and making it hard to find the right words. Her hand closed around her wand inside her robes, but she didn't pull it out. She didn't want to fight if she could help it, and if he saw her whip it out he would take it as a sign of aggression and hex her for sure, before she could do anything to defend herself.

She felt tears brim at the back of her eyes, but they were angry tears. What made him think he could treat her this way? What had she done to him?

"I didn't know you were here!" She choked out angrily, her expression defiant though her hands were shaking a little bit. "But I am sorry that I, walked in on you." She bit her lip, feeling suddenly nervous. Or, more nervous. This wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't seen him crying. She had a feeling he was going to make her pay for that, however coincidental it might have been.

[bastan]

Bastan was really angry now. All he could ee before is a blond girl, like Narcissa but not Narcissa looking at him. He still had Narcissa and Amycus in my mind and of course, this was all Narcissa's fault. he Black girls had a bad reputation with the boys. Roddy was mad for Bella though he wasn't sure if she even knew that yet, Andromeda was on and off with Tonks and now Narcissa and his Amy?!!! NO HE WAS NOT HAVING IT!!!!!!!!!!

His whole head was filled with black rage, he was shaking uncontrollably as fresh tears of anger rapidly fell from his eyes, too far gone to actually care who could see. Too deep in the darkened abyss to see the light of sanity trying to tell him that this girl was innocent. That he could lose his prefectsy or worse, get expelled! His blank mind totally oblivious to her panic stricken words.

"I didn't know you were here!"

"But I am sorry that I, walked in on you."

All Bastan could see was Narcissa, "WHY ARE YOU HERE? DID YOU FOLLOW ME, COME TO GLOAT?" he spat, looking completely irrational and insane. His face scrunched up and red, every emotion evident in his facial expressions. Something inside of him was trying to tell him to calm down, but he was stubborn now, too much hurt and anger was raging inside him, trying to free itself like an over carbonated bottle of soda. Small crazy steps, walking closer to her gaining distance, manic eyes chiselling through her features, boring through her brain. His head started to hurt, blood started pouring from his nose and still he walked towards her trying to think up a good enough spell to give her pain and damage.

[bastan]

this post is saved for Roddy xx