just another modern swinger, isolde

[albus severus potter]

It was a simple Tuesday night as Albus finished his shower as the icy Febuary wind blew into the window of the Ravenclaw bathroom and a single curse word escaped the keeper’s lips. ”Why do we even have a window in here and why in the world do people leave it open?” muttering to himself as he sneezed, wiping his nose with his towel almost wanting to punch a random Slytherin in the face. It was a huge irony for Albus, he once had this obnoxious hatred for all things associated with Slytherin but the three females that he’s been slightly wanting to do inappropriate things to three sinister serpentines. Kimberly, one of his best friends since his first year, Kait, his ex-girlfriend from fourth year and the lovely Isolde, one of the most interesting women that he’s met in Hogwarts so far. It was a bit crazy; the idea of his most hatred enemies being his most lusted after prizes. Nothing was ever as it seemed for poor Albus, and that’s exactly why he took up his hobby of smoking and dealing to others. In a piss-poor dark world, the sins of others were always hidden. The shine of the light wasn’t able to show your weaknesses and in that moment, everything was finally okay with the world. It was a sad existence, but it was the one that Albus has chosen to live.

He had a few prior things he had to do before he met the gorgeous Isolde back on the fourth floor. Some determined Hufflepuff fourth year had been begging for Al to give him some of his goods. A bit reluctant since the least time the Hufflepuff was caught in the girls bathroom literally punching the walls, losing her mind not being able to handle her last drug trip, what made her think she could handle this one? The Hospital wing had to take her and the dumb girl had almost slipped poor Al’s name out to the teachers. Finally Albus saw the girl who stood there eagerly with a bunch of her friends, as if this was one huge social party. This wasn’t Los Angeles were kids did it for fun, the students at Hogwarts were studious and only when a huge party was being thrown did most kids want the drugs that Albus was offering. It was a bit weird, for her to take it so frequently by herself. That was one thing Al had a hard time doing, drugs were social and weren’t meant for individual use. ”Here.” he spotted the girl and handed her the little package, she giggled and Al walked away and let the girl enjoy her momentary bliss of whatever she was going to do.

Albus patted his jacket, which held two of his blunts for when they went up to the Astronomy tower. It was his bliss; this is what Albus did to get through the day. He didn’t even need his drugs; he just yearned for them and was addicted to them. There was nothing wrong with a raven that just wanted to soar just a little bit higher. Finally on the fourth floor, he scanned and wondered where exactly his date was, ”Where the hell is she?” she mumbled to himself wanting to already smoke his first blunt. Stretching his back it was one of Albus’ many nervous habits, something he did to try and calm himself. His heart was racing as he looked for Isolde wanting to just be with her and nothing else. Al would give up anything for the girl; they just had this chemistry despite being from two complete different households. She completed him; something about the girl just filled the void within Al’s heart that once stripped when his parents died. With her, Albus just felt like everything was alright within the world and nothing else mattered.

[Isolde lisette Flint]

The rush of warm water ran down Isolde's back as she stepped into the shower. Her long dark brown hair nearly almost soaked from only standing there for that brief second. Reaching to the other side, she quickly grabbed the shampoo and conditioner. Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing night, somewhat like a getaway with a good friend. Albus Potter. It had been weeks since the two had actually gotten the time to interact alone and without anyone bothering them. Quidditch time didn't really seem to do the trick either. It was either the they had been playing against Ravenclaw, or they happened to be on the side watching. There was really no time with the two.- Rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, Isolde began to later and rinse. She realized there had been no time to waste. The clock hadn't seemed to slow, and she wasn't about to hear it from Albus for being late. She really didn't like to keep anyone waiting.

Reaching for a towel, she quickly wrapped it around her body drying every spot that she could get to. There on the side of the room sat her clothes perfectly placed just how she had liked them to be- Dropping her towel, Isolde picked up her clothes and put them on one by one. Her hair dripping wet from the water. "Oh well." She spoke softly to herself, not caring too much about her hair. She knew sooner or later it would dry into some massively round curls. That was the joy of having her type of hair; Finally, everything had seemed pretty well done. Her clothes had altered her figure just nicely, and her hair was starting to dry the way she had predicted. With a few quick touches she was done and ready to head out. Oh the fear of getting caught had lingered in her mind. She knew she shouldn't be worrying, but if it were possible for her to get caught, her parent's would definitely have her hind end. And her father was no peach. Isolde knew better than to cross his path.

Slipping from the common room and out through the hall, Isolde found her way up to the third floor. Her heart racing with adrenaline as soon as she had stepped off the revolving stairwell. Her eyes more focused on who had been standing before her. Albus. A small smile appeared on her lips as she slowly began to make her way towards him, trying her best to sneak up on him and surprise him. But, knowing Albus, that wasn't about to happen. Nothing had seemed to scare the boy. After the death of his parent's, he had looked to be stronger but she was never to sure; Gently, she placed her hand on his shoulder giving him a slight tug. "No need to worry, I'm here aren't I?" Stepping in front of him, Isolde couldn't seem to let her smile fade. She was more than happy to see him. More like excited. The thought of meeting up with him all day still filled her stomach with butterflies. "I'm sorry for being a little late. Had to revive myself, just for you." Gently, she placed her finger on his chest and poked it lightly. "So, how about we head on up there and smoke some of that." With a small wink, Isolde grabbed his hand.

[albus severus potter]

As the minutes continued to drag on, Albus wanted to smoke his blunts already. It was a bit of a chaotic mess for the Ravenclaw as he bit his bottom lip in anticipation. Isolde really made the middle Potter feel as if he lived within the clouds. That he could be stabbed, and with her in his presence everything would just be okay. ”Where the hell is he?” a bit peeved Al just wanted to be within her gaze. It was a bit cheesy but Albus was definitely in love with Isolde, or rather, at least it was lust. Her small agile frame, the way her hair lightly fell a bit lower then her shoulders. Smiling at just the simple thought of his Slytherin princess, he looked over to the stairs as the feisty female lioness strutted her way up to the nonchalant boy Albus, who stood leaning on the stairs with his arms crossed.

”Fashionably late as always?” laughing at Isolde, Al smirked as he sneakily handed Isolde one of the two blunts in his hand. ”Let’s go.” as his hand was grabbed at and they headed their way up the many flights of stairs to the top of the astronomy tower. Their walk was quick with Albus’ heart beating tremendously fast with every step he took smelling the intoxicating aroma of the very girl he wanted to be with. Soon enough they were at the top of the tower sitting on one of the open-spaced windows with their feet dangling off the side. ”Have you done this before?“ the Ravenclaw looked over at Isolde and lit his blunt and inhaled letting the smoke sit in his mouth filling up his lungs and killing the brain cells to give him a momentary high. Releasing it out slowly, Albus blew it into the night sky and tried to pass the joint over to Isolde. ”It’s easy.” Al choked up a little bit as he tried to speak through the coughing. His lungs and throat began to burn almost instantly. It was the worst part about smoking, as it filled his lungs the smoke burned his throat. ”Just take a nice hit. Breathe it in slowly and take it easy. As you let it in, hold it in your mouth for just a little bit. Let the smoke take you higher.” not a very good speech to make the poor girl feel better, he could only try to tell her what to do but, only through experience would she be able to learn what and how they had to do.

”So just try your best,” Al shrugged as he hoped that she would be able to do it. It was only his first hit but Albus knew he’d be in his stoned bliss soon. That he would be able to spew his poetic bullshit and talk to Isolde about the stars for days and just enjoy each other’s company the way that Albus had always wanted to. Albus gave Isolde a magical smile, wanting to just implore the gorgeous Isolde in any and every way possible.

[Isolde lisette Flint]

Isolde brushed her hair back from her eyes as she glanced up at the rather tall sixth year Ravenclaw. Her heart skipping a few beats as he placed the blunt gently into the palm of her hand. Indeed, this had been her very first time ever smoking anything of any sort. She had seen a few of her fathers friend smoke and occasional cigar which had raised her curiosity of smoking even more. It had seemed relaxing. But, what she had been handed would relax her much more than a damn worthless cigar or cigarette. It had been a bit more potent than any of that. Clasping it tightly, she followed Albus up the stairs keeping close by. The random shading from the moon happened to seep its way in as soon as they had gotten closer to the top. Her stomach flip-flopping randomly as she placed her foot on the last and final step. "I am really sorry about the hold up. Damn near thought I was going to wake one of the girls. That would be the last thing I needed." Isolde kept a cool, and small smile.

Placing herself on the ledge of a windowsill, Isolde pushed her hair back over her shoulder, tilting her head just enough so she could actually see what she had held. But, before she could ask any questions, Albus quickly lit up taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment. Her curiosity rose as she watched closely. The fear of coughing was stuck in the back of her mind, but she couldn't let that stop her. She was there to spend time with Al and enjoy themselves. After all, she did need the relief. Practice had just begun to get a little more hectic and out of control thanks to a few new players. "First time." A small chuckle slipped through her luscious glossed lips followed by an eager grin. "But, I'm sure I can handle this with no problem." There it was. The fearless Isolde everyone had known. Willing and able to do anything and at least try it once.- Raising the small rolled paper, Isolde placed it to her lips and reached for the lighter. Her hands as sturdy as they could get.

A quick and easy inhale was all that she had put forth bringing in a massive cloud of smoke. Closing her eyes, Issy held it for a few seconds and let it loose just like he had instructed her. Of course, what she had feared had happened. She was now coughing slightly but was more than able to contain it. "Like that?" She questioned taking another hit, gradually making them bigger. She could begin to feel her world turning in a whole different direction. She was more, relaxed and worry free. In fact, she felt unstoppable. Reaching out, she grabbed Albus's hand and held it firmly. With the other hand, she kept hold of the blunt and took another small hit before dying it out to safe some. For her first time, she had felt she did rather well. Hopefully.- Moving closer to him, Isolde placed the other hand on his leg now. Her eyes practically drowning in his. Was this how it had always felt? She hoped for damn sure it was. This had been the best feeling ever. "I'm glad you invited me for this-" She paused, turning her glance towards the sky. The stars seeming as if they had been dancing. "Lovely night." Turning back to him, Issy dropped her hold on him and practically fell back onto the trim.

This had been one of the best nights of her life. Why her parents had been so eager to keep her away from things like this had been beyond her. And why they had wanted her away from the Potters was ridiculous. She enjoyed Albus. Hell, she enjoyed everything about him at that moment. His beautiful smile was keeping her more and more interested. And she hated to admit the fact that she had taken a liking to him long before this very moment. But at that time admitting it would ruin her. Now, she was willing to yell it across the world and tell everyone about her feelings. Maybe it had been the lovely THC, but who knew. It was also a strong possibility that her true feelings were really seeping through. "Albus, Do you think your parents would have liked the thought of you hanging around with me? I mean, Do you think they would have even given me the time of day, since I come from your fathers enemy and all?" Maybe that hadn't been the best way to start a conversation, but she was very curious.