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Post by Shava on Apr 10, 2016 3:54:28 GMT -5
Warning: Mildly suggestive bordering far too much on real life truths 
It started in History class, certainly one of the easiest classes to get distracted in. By the time class had been going only three minutes, most of the class was struggling to stay awake and he was no exception to this. A distraction of any kind was welcome, but this one was more distracting then most. Cecily, a fourth year Slytherin (which should have been his first hint of trouble really, but Lions were emotional thinkers really), was spending her time on her nails which were certainly sharp enough and a wary weapon for guys to be aware of. The way she was doing it now however was more attention getting then he would have thought. She had already inspected them for cracks and chips and spent a little time with an emry board by the time he spotted her moving fifteen minutes into class.
Assured she had them pretty perfect, she had her wand out on her desk and was preparing to work with a color charm. Professor Binks of course ignored everything except his droning tones in which only three of the twenty students in class were able to struggle along with making notes on. Mind you, one of those students was making money charging a knut for every copy he printed off for students in class at which he was doing pretty well. Clever of course even if done on the sly since it wasn't really cheating to pass notes around during non test times. That was beside the point and went out the window from his conscious when she licked her finger!
Instantly alert and frozen, he watched with fascination as she explored this spot on her finger for whatever reason! It was a sort of torture but he couldn't look away somehow, his mind going a million miles a minute before she stopped and picked up her wand. He put his head down in time to miss her glance around, but she maybe glanced at him a second longer having seen the movement. Delmar was thinking too much, something which made a sweat break out on his forehead and a light flush to infuse his features very shortly. He escaped that class a bit later feeling like he had narrowly avoided getting caught at something everyone would have gasped about!
A few minutes in the bathroom to regain his composure and he was able to go to lunch.
Normally a rowdy, conversation filled meal, lunch today was a distraction from a distraction for him, throwing himself into making a big Bocadillo Pascuala sandwich from the fixings even if on the wrong bread. He was deep into that filler when his eyes caught movement across the table from him of two housemates who had opened one girl's package from home and now had out muggle candy bracelets. He bit into his sandwich as the girl with the package (Suzi with an 'i') showed the other how to run it over her lips. Again his attention was arrested mid-bite (an awesome statement for any teenage boy to stop mid eating) and as two girls began giggling and playing with them with their mouths more then one boy at the table stopped to watch!
Now quite thrown off kilter, Delmar ran off to the library for a few minutes both to grab a book he would need for a report that evening as well as to get away from girls for surely he could avoid them in the stacks! Straightening himself before he got there, he remembered to walk slow into the actual room so the Librarian wouldn't accuse him of horseplay as in the past and made his way to the stacks, turning down the Herbology aisle. A few moments to scan the titles and he pulled down South American Plant Species and flipped inside to the index to the Ns. Nasturiums were in there and the section was larger written then the school book he had so he put that one under his arm.
A glance around the rest and he choose one other as a possible, pulling it down and soon determining it was about the same as his school book. However as he put it back up carefully (not afraid of the Librarian of course, just being respectful) he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Bending down slightly, he saw between two rows of books another student looking down into a book for off a shelf. As he glanced, she began using her tongue to play with the corner of her mouth and while he would never have thought it before, it suddenly seemed quite sexy! Closing his eyes and leaning back against the shelves, Delmar tried to not think about what he had just seen but it was too late.
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Post by Shava on Apr 10, 2016 3:55:11 GMT -5
Warning: Mildly suggestive bordering far too much on real life truths
DO NOT READ if easily embarrassed
Lying on the beds, Del, appreciate the fact that the curtains on the beds in the baddest dorm in the school closed so completely. Even more so, people actually respected the privacy of that which to him was a bit surprising. Currently he was in his shorts and a tee, turned on his side with a book under his fingers which was not too surprising in the dorm, but rarely seen outside of it. He had not a reputation for studying hard for classes, but those in his year knew in the dorm he read a lot on a variety of subjects, few class related. Del by no means skipped out on his work, he just didn't aim for the highest grades in what the government had assigned him as goals.
He had his own and in those he excelled.
In this particular case it was a book about maritime mysteries of which there were several magical sinkings or tie-ins to muggle disasters. While his goal was not to go ship-wreck hunting, the idea he might stumble across one in his interests meant he needed to have some knowledge of the subject and how to deal with it. It was actually quite interesting stuff, something he had not contemplated much of before, being far more focused on magic use and magic creatures in the sea. The wizarding world had been as lax, if not more so, in the exploration of this element despite nearly the majority of the earth being covered in it. Several books on the subject resided in his locker that would have raised some eyebrows had his Professor's had known about them.
His father would actually also have been surprised at the depth of effort his son put into this study, having seen his grades and frowned more then once at him for them. While willing to make some effort, Del thought his own work was more important then what others thought and although he learned, he didn't find other subjects nearly as interesting. After all, he could buy potions, who needed a magical creature when others bred them, and biggest danger he would meet in the depths were actually the crushing pressure and the already mundane creatures man knew so little about! He hoped to expand on that when he got out of school, of course, mostly for a deep desire to comprehend how magic worked underwater and what advantages could be gotten from it.
A sound across the room of someone coughing caught his attention and he waited a moment before going back to the reading, listening for any sound of approach but there was none.
No, Del had big desires when it came to the future and he sought every opportunity to progress outside of class, but he had no wish for most people to see him as studious nor as hard working. He enjoyed being able to do as he liked free from being controlled mostly. Maybe it was a tad bit like having a super-hero identity as one of his yearmates collected comics, but he didn't think the parallel was much worth. Reading about such stories as the USS Cyclops or the Baltic Sea UFO were rather intriguing and he fell deep into the reading. Enough so he missed the return of the bed's owner until he felt a hand lift up his shirt and slide around his middle, pulling him snug against another boy's chest as the other slipped up behind him..
As he smiled he felt warm breath on his ear as a very familiar voice said "Ah, now why would you read about buried treasure, Del, when you can go find some?" Relaxing against one of his closest friends Del let out a soundless chuckle. "I didn't know you knew anything about shipwrecks, o ye of hidden talents." An amused chuckle in his ear precede the words "No, but I am quite skilled at exploration..."
The book remained lying on the bed for the next half hour unnoticed.
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Post by Shava on Apr 10, 2016 3:55:34 GMT -5
Warning: Mildly suggestive bordering far too much on real life truths
DO NOT READ if easily embarrassed
It was rather amazing how little there was on the deep ocean in the Hogwarts Library.
Which when you thought about it was a shame. With all the generations of witches and wizards writing books from all over the world, many of them with copies here in this place there should be tons of them. Instead, only three shelves seemed to cover the subject. It was last year that the Librarian had explained to him that instead of being gathered in a single space, most of the ocean magic was mentioned in footnotes and in other obscure mentions amongst works quite outside the subject. Her memory had given him a list of nearly twenty other books to search through and had proven better then most of the specific tomes as they concentrated entirely on coastlines.
And while Madcap Magic for Wacky Warlocks and Saucy Tricks for Saucy Sorts were very entertaining books (and had explained where that sixth year had learned how to dangle people upside down), there was little in them about the undersea world which disappointed him. The handbook of the Scuba-Spells school had proven to be far more interesting (he had found it in a bookstore while getting textbooks), but most of the information was above his skill level yet. A few gems had emerged however, including one for dealing with pressures, another for eyesight as deep depths of the ocean messed with one's eyes quite a bit beyond what a pair of goggles could deal with. He'd filled a notebook of his own hidden deep in his things of all the sorts of magic and the methods for learning them when he was older.
Really at this point one of his deepest hopes was that if he could manage an animagus form next year it might turn out to be a sea form.
Two spells he was working on mastering now were not so complicated and he had used one of them to good use so far in the black lake which could be quite murky sometimes. Scintillans created a magical effect similar to a glowing algae found in the oceans which formed around high stress areas. The magic version didn't give enough to read by, but it promised light that wouldn't hurt one's eyes even down in the deepest depths which seemed to him a very good thing to know. So far he had only cast it in the shallows however. Because it was magical in nature, it didn't deplete the oxygen around one so it was a lot safer then the real thing which could drive life away in the water. The other however was trickier.
The spell was meant to obscure one underwater, presumably when being tracked by a shark or nasty eel. Obscurum Scintillans did such a good job of it however one couldn't find their way anywhere at all. The one time he had managed to cast it it had so unnerved him so much he had gotten out of the water at once, rinsing himself off with cleaner water. The notes on it said a bubble head charm or other magic was mandatory before casting it as it did remove oxygen from the surrounding area, but that drove the majority of predators away as well. Purely for an emergency, he was promising himself he would practice it more, but not as much as the other. He didn't want to feel scared of magic, but that one had created in him an uneasy feeling which had slipped into slight panic. He wasn't about to admit he was scared, of course.
That wasn't acceptable.
Currently he was sitting on the end of his bed, quill busy copying out of another book, a charm for causing a cloak to move like a giant manta ray. It only worked when you were moving your arms with it, but from the description, anyone above you would think you were a manta in looks, anyone who got closer would see you for what you were. The propulsion was one of the few he had seen mentioned and while this one was a tricky spell, he might be able to manage it by next year. That interested him a lot, for he doubted too many creatures messed around with mantas. From what he had read, the giant manta rays were absolutely huge and most creatures left them alone or avoided them entirely. They sounded and looked totally cool to Del, despite their not being aggressive or with large teeth.
At a sound, several of his yearmates entered, lugging broomsticks and tossing them on trunks, though one of them met his eyes directly giving him a delighted feeling inside. They showed nothing in front of the others, of course, and Del let them interrupt him to talk about a couple of sweet moves they had performed, though that generally broke down into admittance it had been accidentally cool. As typical boys they harassed each other and bragged, showing off and being generally excited about it. Few would have noticed significant touches and looks that happened amidst it, but Delmar had practiced with charm for awhile now, learning how to manipulate situations like that. It had drawn him the attention of a few who were curious about other guys which had led to some simple but heart pounding moments he rather thought pretty awesome.
Despite a vast interest in girls, he hadn't made as much progress with them despite being practically betrothed, something which he found personally frustrating. And while he hadn't been trying to necessarily stay true to her, he had been accidentally that way which he suspected she would say was not the same, if she believed him at all. Since most of their conversations had involved swimming, other classmates, and their personal situation (though neither of the had talked a ton about their mutual futures, her probably out of irritation with him and him trying to avoid her getting angrier at him), they did spend a good amount of time together in the out-of-school time. Like most boys, Del was very interested in the idea of sex and physical contact, something he had soon discovered she was not nearly the same intense about.
In his own defense, it was the reason he had never defined her future in their marriage either in his head, assuming she was going to be resistant to anything he put forth. In that, he showed more understanding then in most things that involved the fairer sex.
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Post by Shava on Apr 10, 2016 5:46:40 GMT -5
Suddenly awake with his childish voice ringing in his own ears, Del found himself on the floor, facing the glass door. With a groan he pushed himself up, wiping his eyes with the back of one arm. The moonlight on the carpet left a shine where his face had just been and he reached over, rubbing his hand across it til the carpet didn't show his tears anymore. The old nightmare back again. He hit the floor with a fist, hard enough it hurt despite the carpet and used his feet to push himself back against the glass, facing into a dark and hidden room. Death. Promises. What a joke. The darkness of the door to the hall suited his mood like the door to Hades.
Once after a nightmare he had yanked it open and screamed through it how much he hated her and hoped she was damned for eternity. That had gotten him far more attention the he had wanted and his refusal to explain his screams in the middle of the night hadn't helped. Del had learned to be more introspective after that, though he still felt the same. Deserted. Left behind. One dad dad would break his promises too, though he had long ago stopped saying the word after that day. A vivid grimace of anger and frustration crossed his face before he banged a hand down on the floor again.
He loathed that memory.
Sure, in later years he had learned how infantile his side had been nor did he have any pride in it, but his father had not been able to assauge any of his feelings either, still torn up himself about it. Del had picked up the hidden message, or what he had gotten from it in jist. Women left you. And seeing his father broken hadn't done anything but underline it several times for young Delmar, seeing that a broken heart was a very painful thing. No, he had become adamant about it after that. His sisters had been too young to see it, but they too were female if inexperienced and young.
And when his father had finally found someone else, she also left deserting him with their new baby, Del's latest sibling only two years ago. No. Never trust. It wasn't worth it and the pain never really left one alone completely, just scabbed over to be picked at afresh whenever it was most inconvenient with someone's careless words. Giving up on sleep, Del stood and forced himself to the door, leaning his forehead on it, almost as if he could imagine her on the other side doing the same. Why? Why did you leave? What could possibly be on the other side that was so much more important then us?
No answer.
His wistful imagination could hear breathing, hear his own heart beating rapidly as he frowned, listening intently. Suddenly even knowing it was fruitless, Del whipped open the doorway and stepped into the darkness whispering barely audible "Leave me alone. Stop torturing me with you." It was heartfelt and pained those words, etched like glass in his skin almost. After nearly a minute of just cold silence, Del turned and walked wearing only his shorts down the hall to the living room and out the glass doors out under the moonlight. Sitting down on the side of the pool despite his father's rules, he plunged both feet in and felt the cold run straight through him.
Here was safe. Water always felt right even when it made him shiver like now, that cold unending mass of darkness reflecting the light off it. Delmar could understand water, unlike air which he required. Water held in secrets, hid the world from sight and held most of the planet in it's depths. Air you couldn't see, couldn't tell was there except when you breathed. Air held gasses, dangerous and friendly though the most deadly ones you couldn't see either. No wonder water rejected it, reacted to throw it out and keep it from entering. He could understand and get a grasp mentally on water at least. It made sense.
Shivering now he still stubbornly refused to withdraw, refused to give in. He needed this, needed the mystery and depth of it even in a small swimming pool. The moon flashed upon his skin and he gasped slightly under his breath, not wanting to give into heat or comfort. He didn't deserve it, clearly. Even his own mother had rejected him and his screams. Somewhere inside his family slept dead to the world and he was the only one aware of the importance of the night, sitting in the moonlight and seething at the injustice of the world above the waves.
It should have been him.
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It's the only way I can distract myself from the real world issues I have to deal with daily so I NEED to.