that's coming from me [nicole]

[BEN APOLLO D'EATH]

Frankly, Ben was not known for having many friends. Just a few Ravenclaws here and there, all of whom were cooler than him and went to parties and stuck out. Unlike Malachi, he could never quite figure out how to use his vampire qualities for partying purposes. Most students would jump at the ability to never get a hangover or ever pass out and throw up and die, but Ben was content studying material that he would never possibly have to know, even if he became a member of the Wizengamot. Of course, as a closeted vampire, it was impossible to be in the public eye, because he would never show signs of aging. Closing his book, he lifted himself wearily from his armchair. It was a Friday night, and while most people were celebrating the end of the week and the end of the school term, he was alone in the common room. He had things to do, apparently, but he was bored, and started to meander around the circular, breezy room. It was always chilly in here. Not that Ben minded.

His legs were starting to feel weird, restless, not surprising as he had spent all afternoon curled up in the chair. Stumbling down the stairs two at a time, he found himself heading to the arithmancy room. He was just really pathetic, pulling himself away from studying to do more studying. Pulling his blue and bronze robes closer to him, he strode down the hall. As expected, it was empty, but he thought that he could hear pulsing and yelling through the stone walls. He wondered idly if Tori was among them. She was quite the party animal, and though he had tried to get into it for her sake, there was just nothing very appealing to him about cheap alcohol, cheap dresses, and cheap grinding. He’d rather have a glass of scotch on ice and drink like the gentleman he was raised to be, instead of sweating through douche-baggy polos.

Feeling rather defeated and sorry for himself, he stopped in the middle of the hallway instead of walking all the way to the arithmancy classroom. Sliding down the length of stone wall, he sat, knees bent in front of him, looking down at his feet. He was hungry, he realized. That was why he was so crabby. He knew he should have gotten up and got his ass to the hospital wing, but he was already starting to feel a bit dizzy, and he might as well have been glued to the marble floor. Resigning himself, he rested his head on his own shoulder, combing his fingers through his brown hair.

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