woe is the polar who can't swim } ronald only.

[théodore lablanche.]

IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !

Rain poured down from a heavily overcast sky, drenching the earth thoroughly. Heavy mist swirled about the ground, clinging to the ankles of anyone who dared leave the warm shelter of the castle. Dirt was quickly turned to mud by the practically torrential downpour, and the water pounded the lake with malicious force, each molecule of water expanding the bounds of the great black surface. It was certainly not a time for anyone to be out - anyone but a certain giant squid who was enjoying a cold shower and a certain partial vampire who could only enjoy being outside when the sun was safely blocked out by clouds. No, he wouldn't turn to ashes, he just burned at the weakest rays of late.

It was irritating, to say the least, that the only time he could venture from beneath a roof was when he was going to get soaked, but honestly a little fresh air was worth risking pneumonia. At this moment he was standing on a bit of a mound, rain pounding his frame (which appeared quite small with his wet clothes clinging to it) and watching the squid frolic about at the surface of the lake. He couldn't help but smile at his pleasure in so simple a thing. The monstrous cellopod jumped dramatically out of the water, legs trailing behind it, and as if on cue lightning flashed and thunder cracked. It was an awesome sight. It was a shem the other students were to busy hiding under their blankies to see it, Théodore mused to himself.

After a moment more of simply standing there, he decided he was now too wet for it to make any difference if he sat, he dropped down and settled into a cross-legged position, eyes staring at the forbidden forest on the far side of the lake. He knew there were supposedly werewolves in there. Werewolves were supposedly the greatest enemies of vampires. Were there vampires in the forbidden forest? A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he thought about it. How uncivilized, living in a forest! Of course, his own grandfather had lived in a mountain, God knows where. He was glad he was partly human. He rather enjoyed the luxuries they created for themselves.

Another crack of thunder broke his concentration, and he frowned. This whole vampire thing sure had one hell of a lot of downsides. He amused himself by trying to think of the good things he got out of being a hybrid. Perhaps his great personal beauty? Théo smirked to himself.

[Ronald Weasley]

The one and only reason Ron hated Herbology was this. He was always being sent out be pick some kind of enchanted flower or something ridiculous. And since Ron always waited to the last minute to wait and see if Hermione would give in and do it for him, he was always left with the bad karma and the pouring rain.

Stepping cautiously down the steps from the castle to the lake was no use. Being the klutz he is, Ron slipped, tripped, and fell. But it wasn't too bad. Most students were inside so no one saw. At least Ron hoped no one saw. But he was out of luck. There was some random sitting beside the lake in the direction Ron was heading. First off, who stays outside in the rain? Secondly, who sits outside in the rain? And thirdly, Ron needed to remember to head to the hospital wing after he picked his plant to get his now throbbing ass checked out.

Standing back up as quickly as he could to try and keep the shreds of dignity that remained, Ron continued down the steps. The pebbles that made up a large portion of the beach made a click noise and Ron walked. The rain picked up a bit and Ron pulled the hood of his sweater on. It was maroon with a nice R on the front. He had gotten it for his birthday from mum last year. The wool it was made of made Ron's ears itchy. But it didn't matter, he just wanted to keep from getting wet.

Ron made his way to the edge of the water and peered as best he could through the near black water. He was looking for sone kind of lily pad type thing. They were supposed to be in bloom. But Ron had left his books inside confident he could locate on himself, but much to his demise, he couldn't even remember the name.

Paying attention to where he was looking, but not where he was going, Ron tripped (again). A slight grunt left his mouth at he fell over for the third time today (once in the Great Hall at breakfast; slipped on an over easy egg).

"Uhh, sorry about that one, mate."

[théodore lablanche.]

IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !

It was an unfortunate coincidence that Théo was glancing back over his shoulder when the red-haired by took a spill down the stairs. He winced slightly at the sight, but couldn't help but be highly amused. The figure had caught his attention with his wonderful lack of grace. It looked at him directly, but he couldn't really make out any distinct features. It certainly seemed to be a male from here, with relatively broad shoulders, and quite tall to boot, but it was hard to tell, really. There were some unfortunately manly girls out there, many of whom seemed to be in his own house. Probably inbred; they were all so obsessed with being pure, certainly. He grimaced at the thought, but ceased the pursuit of such a subject in favour of wondering what on earth this other student was doing out in the rainstorm.

This question was as good as solved when the other boy - or girl, or ... whatever - leaned over the edge of the lake, seemingly looking for something. Probably that herbology project he'd heard a couple of other seventh year Slytherins complaining about when they'd tramped into the common room, soaked. They'd fallen into the lake. Théo wondered what would happen if the other student fell into the lake during this storm. He'd better be a damn good swimmer, as Théodore really wasn't in the mood to play lifeguard. Not tonight, not ever, really. And if the guy was a Gryffindor, oh, it would be that much worse. He'd go on and on about repaying the debt, you could count on it. As Théo thought about it with a slight scowl on his face, the boy fell. Tripped right over him.

Immediately the Slytherin was on his feet, eyes wide. “Goddamnit,” He muttered, distancing himself from the other student as fast as he could. He clutched his hand, which had definitely made contact with some kind of skin, as if he had been burned. His face was twisted into a bit of a snarl, giving his face an animalistic sort of look. He glared at the boy, who was mumbling an apology, attempted to control his temper. Clumsy people were such pains in the asses, undeniably. “You should watch where you're going; you have no idea how much trouble that could have caused.” He struggled to keep his voice even, his mouth still twisted into a hostile look. Why did the only other person outside in this weather have to come straight to him? And touch him? Good God, this kid sure had it in for himself.

Finally getting back enough control over himself to assume an apathetic face, Théodore calmed himself by collecting the facts. First, he knew that the other student was a guy. Second, he knew exactly who it was. Ronald Weasley; the only seventh year in the school with that spectacularly red hair and those horrible red ears. Théo grimaced and turned away from the ear peaking out of the hood. The blood had rushed to it. He sighed to himself, and decided that perhaps he might owe a little bit of apologetic kindness after snarling at the unfortunately awkward boy. “I'm Théodore Lablanche. You've probably heard of me, the vampire freak? Yeah. Don't ever touch me again.” Despite the seriousness of the words, they were said rather lightly.

[Ronald Weasley]

Ron scrambled to his feet as he was scolded. He didn't like that much. It was done to him all to much by both his mother and younger sister. Ron never meant to cause any trouble for anyone. He didn't like trouble. Infact, on Ron's list of great fears and hates, trouble would probably make the top ten. Right after spiders and his mother when she's angry.

"I said sorry," Ron whispered quietly enough that it couldn't even be heard by himself as it was blocked out by the sound of pounding rain drops. This boy was clearly upset and over exaggerating, but Ron was in no mood to argue. "I didn't mean it, I just wasn't paying attention."

The rain had lightened but the wind had picked up slightly. So the drops were smaller, but they were being whipped into the faces of anyone who dare be outside in such miserable weather. Ron squinted his eyes and cocked his head out to the lake to shield himself from the rain only to notice one of eight large tentacles being stretched out into the air. His head flew back towards the boy who had just declared himself a vampire freak. Ron hated slimy, big, grotesque things. Or small things. Or creepy things. Or anything, basically.

"I've never heard of any vampire freak." He lied. Offering his hand, he tried to seal the deal on his apology, "I'm Ron, second last of the Weasleys." The last thing Ron wanted was a vampire-Slytherin on his case.



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[théodore lablanche.]

ooc. lololol positively midget-esque.

IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !

Tossing his head rather irritatedly in the whipping rain, Théo eyed the horizon. No sign of the sun... But the lessened force of the drops made him nervous Thunder cracked once more, but from further away. He frowned. He should head inside soon. It was a shame. He wished he could just stay out in the sunlight for once in his life. That way he could assure himself that it really wasn't as great as it was cracked up to be. But, as he was reminded for the billionth time in the past half hour by the skin of his hand showing from beneath his clothing, so pale that it reflected what little light illuminated the area surrounding him, making it appear to glow, he really couldn't try it. He'd considered, in the past, looking up a spell to prevent UV rays from reaching him, but he trusted himself with self-spells about as much as he would trust a lumberjack with a chainsaw to perform open-heart surgery on him in the middle of a swamp.

Théo rolled his eyes at the red-head's self-defense. “I should bloody well hope you didn't mean to.” He muttered, but his initial anger had subsided and he was ready to put the incident behind him. In fact, he actually laughed when Ronald introduced himself and stuck out his hand. “Deary me, we do have some listening problems, don't we? I'm afraid I cannot, as I just said, touch you. And don't worry, it's nothing personal, I can't touch anyone. But I am willing to put this little occurence behind us if you are.” It was when he found himself rather uncomfortable at using so many words at one time that Théo realised how long it had been since he'd had a true conversation. He hoped it wouldn't become a habit. Sure, this guy was mildly amusing, but he didn't think he could stand many more, er, friends. If the two of them would even become that. Maybe they'd just stay acquaintances.

“What are you doing out in the rain, anyway?” He asked, as an afterthought. He sort of knew the answer, or so he suspected, but affirmation was always self-assuring. Besides, it was only polite, no?

[Ronald Weasley]

Ron's hand dropped to his side. He made that face he makes when he's mad or angry. You know the one. That stinky face? Like something smells bad? Anyways; not important.

The rain weakened as did the wind. "Sorry," said Ron again. He felt like a broken record. He wanted to say something but he didn't want to turn into a vampire. Wait. If you're bitten by a vampire, you don't become a vampire. That's penguins or nargles or something. Ron was no good at Defense Against the Dark Arts unless Harry was teaching him some way to kill a Death Eater.

"I'm just doing some Herbology thing. I don't even know what it is, really. I suppose Hermione will take pity and finish it off for me, anyways." On the perks of a smart friend. "But it's not really raining. Not anymore, at least," said Ron stating the obvious. The sun was trying to poke it's way through the near black clouds, but to Théo's benefit, the sun was currently losing.

Ron rocked uncomfortably on his feet. He felt the water that had been soaked into his shoe soles leak out as his feet moves. It was almost like, What now? Ron didn't know the kid besides the blood sucking stories and the past five minutes. What was there to say? Oh, hey, come over to my place for snacks, pop, and board games. That was probably number one on top ten things not to say to a vampire. Well, number two. Right after "I'm A Rare blood type! :D"

Hopefully Théo would pipe up and break the silence soon. Otherwise Ron would be forced to. And that would be more awkward than the silence. To avoid that, he'd probably end up running away, anyways. Or making up some excuse like he needs to walk his rat.

[théodore lablanche.]

IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON , YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOON !

The other boy made a face as if some bad smell had reached his nose. Frowning, Théo attempted to discreetly sniff, making an effort to identify what it was that was causing the other boy so much disgust. However, identifying nothing, Théo assumed he was just expressing some other emotion in an unfortunately hideous way. Probably not happiness. Maybe anger, or fear? Whatever. The rain weakened a little bit more, and the partial vampire turned his head to the sky, eyes talk stock of the cloud cover with the slightest hint of panic in them. The sky was certainly lightening. The Slytherin grimaced to himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by yet another apology from the Gryffindor. He rolled his eyes and waved a hand to dismiss it. He had bigger things on his mind right now.

Actually, on second thought, he didn't. He just had to ditch the other kid and get inside soon. He nodded at the explanation Ron gave for being out. Just as he suspected, but not in a sinister and/or creepy way. He had to fight another grimace when it was pointed out that it was no longer raining. But Théodore was well aware that too many frowns could give one premature wrinkles. He barely even noticed how awkward the silence that ensued was, occupied with smoothing all emotion from his face and cloud-watching. When he realised that nobody had said anything for a while, the fact that the Gryffindor probably didn't really like spending his time hanging awkwardly around with a Slytherin vampire hybrid. With an amiable grin, Théo made his dismissal.

“Well, it's been nice meeting you, Ronald, but I've kind of got to get inside before the sun comes out again.” He turned away and took took a few steps towards the castle, and then stopped turning back. “Oh, and about that plant. I heard some seventh years from my house say they found some growing down by the rocks over there.” He paused to point in the direction he was talking about. “But watch it, they fell in. If it was slippery then, it'll definitely be slippery now.” And, with you being a klutz, you'll have to excersize twice as much caution. With a pleasant smile, Théo turned away again and headed back towards the castle.

ooc. wahh, that thread was too short. make Théo come back again or somethiing. (:

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