do not ask {phoebe}

[esryn quade zabini]

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He was under a cloak of darkness. That was exactly where he was supposed to be. It was just Esryn, the gentle sounds of the nighttime, the shadows, and the smoke. The smoke he was dependent on. He only smoked during the nighttime, right before his first patrol shift or other idiotic Head Boy duties. It was all he needed.

Es hadn't always been a smoker. He hadn't always done stupid things. He hadn't always been such a bad guy. Was he a bad guy? Had he ever really been a bad guy? Or was he just a good guy who did bad things? He had done bad things for sure, but did that really make him bad? He was a former user or drugs and alcohol, and it wasn't uncommon for him to be in a fight... that was before military school. No magic. No girls. No fun. Just uniformity, punishment, and common sense. It wasn't a horrible place; he had met a few decent blokes there, but it wasn't his place of choice.

But nevertheless, Esryn had reformed. He wasn't quite so brash or obnoxious, and the athleticism of the militia had given him a wonderfully toned physique. He had made Head Boy this year, although he didn't really know why. His parents had explained to him that the responsibility would give him something to achieve and keep him too busy to get into any serious trouble again.

Esryn smirked. Although he laid low and didn't get into trouble, he still had the same attitude he had had all of his Hogwarts years. He was somewhat two-faced, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He put on the responsible face of the Esryn Zabini that the adult wanted to be, then switched to the gentlemanly Esryn side, before going back to badboy Es. He had gained the respect of most of his peers (or the ones that mattered anyway) and that was good enough for him. People knew not to mess with Esryn Zabini

He took a long drag of the cigarette before exhaling slowly and watching the smoke tendrils dissipate into the cool night air. The smoke was good. Thanks to a few simple glamour charms on his clothes and boy, the stench of the smoke was repelled from his body and never stuck. He could walk through the halls just smelling like Esryn, not with dark grey clouds of ash following him around. He knew smoking was bad for him, but he wasn't going to give it up; he just didn't want anyone exposed to it who didn't want to be.

There was a noise; the sound of footsteps. Esryn turned calmly to see who it was. There was the figure of a young woman, one he knew very well. He smoothly flicked his cigarette to the ground and stamped it with his foot. "Phoebe Wood." He acknowledged the lovely blonde and flashed one of his famous charming grins. "What brings you here, doll?"

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[phoebe elizabeth wood]

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girls and boys keep lining up to see if they can measure up
THEY LOOK GOOD AND THEY FEEL FINE BUT IT'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH

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Phoebe hugged her coat tight around her. It was prefect patrol time, and she didn't like it. It was too cold, and her boots were sticking in the grass and she was silently hoping and praying that if they were already wrecked, magic would be able to somehow fix them. That was a perk of being a witch, if one of your favourite things broke, it was just a case of muttering a simple spell and voila! No one would ever be able to tell the difference. Yes, there were most definitely a lot of things to love about magic. Speaking of, Phoebe tapped the pocked that her wand was stored in to ensure that it was still there and secure, should she need it. It was pretty dark out, but the moon made the night-time bearable.

The grass beneath her feet crunched as she placed her foot down again. Following this, Phoebe couldn't help but sigh as she pulled her heel out of the mud. These were not the best shoes for patrol, but Phoebe had hoped to talk a teacher into taking her outside shift and letting her patrol somewhere inside, in the warm. That hadn't quite gone to plan as the corresponding teacher that was patrolling the entrance hall tonight, was one that didn't seem to like Phoebe very much, and to be honest, her grudge was getting old. Phoebe couldn't even remember what she'd done to piss this teacher off so much, but there had to be something. As she trudged across the grass, she urged her mind to remember, but it came up a blank. Phoebs heaved another sigh, and instead turned her brain to more interesting things, like boys, and how she could help out her friend, Cassie.

Oh yes, Phoebe and Cassie and their group had plans. Big plans. Phoebe and Cassie and their little group, were going to attempt to become animagus, and Phoebe simply couldn't wait to have that ability. It all started when those stupid boys figured out that James Potter and his little group, had the ability to turn into animagus. Since then, the boys became infatuated with the idea, and when the girls clocked on to what the guys were trying to do, well, what else could they do but try and race the boys to it. They had to prove that they were smarter, faster and better in general, and what better way to go about it? The thought delighted Phoebe and brought a smile to her pretty face.

Phoebe was distracted from her thoughts, however, when she noticed a cloud of smoke in the distance. She couldn't quite make out who it was, and she watched the mystery person for a moment in an attempt to discover who they were. The cloud of smoke was odd, though, as at first Phoebe assumed it was just breath, but the smoke was too dense and unless this person was breathing heavily, there was no way there'd be that much. Phoebe heaved another sigh at her failure to figure out who this person was, and instead she chose to investigate further. She took out her wand, just in case, and headed toward the shadowy figure. The person must have heard her coming, as Phoebe watched him turn, and then heard her name spoken. It only took a minute for Phoebe to pin the voice to a person. It was Esryn Zabini. But he was... smoking?

That was weird; she never knew that he indulged in such a bad habit. She walked closer toward him before pausing at an acceptable distance and providing one of her perfect smiles back at him. "Well if it isn't Esryn Zabini. Bad habit for a bad boy?"

[/color] Phoebe teasingly asked. Who could deny that he was good looking? No one she knew, that was for sure. "Oh you know, I was totally just drawn to you. Well, that, and I'm on patrol. And you're out after curfew"[/color] She teased again, flashing him another smile.
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OPEN. WEARING THIS. 531 WORDS. HELLO COLD WORLD BY PARAMORE.

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