Post by colton on May 14, 2011 13:07:24 GMT
Most of the Hogwart's population would have preferred the school grounds by day, when they were free to frolic and run across the soft, green grass. However the school at night had always intrigued Colton. Not because he was more at the risk of running into a shady character, but because the seventh year appreciated how captivating and quiet the school could be at night. Masses of crowds filled the school grounds during the day, soaking up the warm sunlight and breathing in the brisk, cool air. First years would run around, occupying themselves in the ways that only kids could. There delightful laughter filled the air in a expected, almost natural way. Sure, one could say Colton Bastiene had a soft spot for kids. No idea would have guessed with the image he had built of himself. In the general public’s eye he was a seemingly arrogant, party-animal with a daring, troublemaking mind.
If you were a social creature who could not spend five minutes without humming to themselves, the school grounds at night was not the place for you. The atmosphere was serene and welcoming when it wasn’t being constantly shattered by the sound of screaming children, or disturbed by mindless chatter. For some, getting used to the tranquil atmosphere of what is mostly a noisy school may be difficult. Not to Colton. If he ever felt something remotely close to feeling at home, feeling at peace, it was here, at this point in time, at this spot. Though most of his days were spent in bars and clubs, he always tried to keep one night open for a wandering of the school.
The blue eyed boy realised he was breaking at least five school rules by being out here. But Colton was never very good with rules or authority. He never seemed to understand that anyone other than himself could have control of himself. He was his own person and would do what he liked. Colton was what one would call a 'free-spirit'. He felt sorry for all those teenagers. Those who were too afraid to break a rule. To take a chance. He pitied them, knowing they would never experience what he was currently feeling. The feeling of being perfectly content from the innocence of the school grounds at night.
Colton may have been a jerk but saying it to his face would mean losing something you originally had. But only a jerk to those who clearly deserved being treated in that regard. The dark haired boy was a heartbreaker, and took joy in building them up, just to knock them down. It wasn’t that the seventeen year old loved his ‘one-night-stands’, it was just he simply hadn’t found someone that kept her intrigued for long enough.
A smile grace his full lips, loving the feel of the wind against his pale cheeks. Colton finally sat down, his long body hunched over as he sat on the marble bench. Unconsciously his hand moved to his pants pocket, feeling for what his mind desired most at this moment. Upon pulling the packet out, he lit a cigarette with the tip of his wand. And slowly brought the fag to his lips. Inhaling. Then exhaling. God, he loved the night.
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