Post by amycuscarrow on Apr 4, 2012 1:41:58 GMT
HOURS PASS AND SHE STILL COUNTS
THE MINUTES THAT I AM NOT THERE, I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO FEEL LIKE THIS
It was becoming harder and harder for Amycus to focus on school. Well, not that he was particularly great at it in the first place, but there were a few things that his mind couldn't switch off from.
For one, the night at the Halloween Ball. What a disaster that was.
And secondly, Rabastan LeStrange.
Bastan and Amycus had been friends long before school had even begun. Coming from pureblooded, similar-minded families, Bastan, Rodolphus, Amycus and Alecto were often put together as children. There were no problems there. The four of them got along famously - and still do.
That wasn't the problem. Amycus had started to notice more and more things about Bastan that he never had before. The way his muscles rippled through his school shirts, or how incredibly long his eyelashes were.
It was the way that Bastan gave him butterflies that was starting to make Amycus a bit weary. That, compiled with what had happened on the night of the Halloween Ball, was a bit of a disaster for the young Slytherin boy.
He and Narcissa had finally made their way back to the Slytherin dorms after what Amycus could only have guessed as being a natural reaction from her (she'd finally admitted to having feelings for him), but as clothes were shed and kisses were shared, Amycus realised that he couldn't actually go through with it.
All he saw as he looked down at Narcissa was Bastan. Or, rather, how Amycus wished it was Bastan that was underneath him, shirtless and rearing to go. Thankfully, just at that moment, Narcissa had snapped out of it and was on her way. Awkward situation averted.
Skipping out on History of Magic was always a good idea, especially seeing as how Professor Binns had likely bored himself to death in the first place. Amycus wasn't willing to sit through the class, and so, made his way up to the second floor and found an empty classroom to sit in and think.
Was this why he and Bastan hadn't talked? Had Amycus unwillingly distanced himself from his best friend in fear that he might actually like Bastan as more than a friend?
Just as Amycus pulled back the musty old curtain from the window and sat on the window-ledge, the door opened, revealing the one person he'd both been hoping, and dreading to see.