Let The Lights Drop, Make My World Stop ** (IGGY)

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Artemis sat in the corner of the Slytherin Common Room, green surrounding her every movement. Some silver was scattered throughout, but for the most part, she enjoyed the darker sight. It kept her calm, and when it was pouring outside, it made the room even cozier than you'd expect. It was late afternoon, about seven, and a few of her housemates lingered in the main area. A few had separated to their bedrooms, but Lyla enjoyed the company even if she wasn't speaking to anyone. Her long legs hung over the arm chair of a leather black couch she currently sat upon, snuggling into the side.

A window was next to her, and she was watching the sun set. The mixture of the pinks, oranges and blues ran across the sky, bringing a sense of happiness to the blonde. Lyla sighed quietly, blinking slow. Her attention was interrupted however, by the door to the common room swinging open. One more blink, and she turned her head to look, the striking blonde curl around her ear falling in front of her. To her enjoyment, it was Ichabod Nash, or as he likes, Iggy. In fact, it was her best friend. Lyla smiled, waving her fingers.

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Ichabod wasn't feeling very cheery this evening as he descended the main floor area to the dungeons to the Slytherin common room. He had just done fairly poor at an Ancient Runes quiz and afterwards, when he had snuck around the corner to sneak a smoke, Madame Blacksmith had confiscated his cigarettes. So to say that Iggy was cranky would be an understatement. He was absolutely ready to bury his head in his pillow and call it a night as he walked through the door of the common room.

Iggy planned to head straight to the boys' dormitory until he saw a familiar head of bright blonde hair turn his way. When he saw the blonde on the couch wave at him, a smirk spread across his face. "Well, would ye look what the cat dragged in," Iggy joked as he moved and sat down directly across from his best friend, Lyla, in a black leather arm chair.

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Iggy made his way over to Lyla and she chuckled quietly. In the four years she had known him, he'd always had that same smirk. It never changed, not from eleven to sixteen and it probably would continue to stay the same as they got even older. Iggy sat across from her and Lyla scoffed at his comment. "Cat? I hate cats." Lyla rolled her eyes at Iggy. She'd rather have a real snake than a cat any day, and he may or may not know that by now.

"Why the sad face, Igs? I'm sure nothing too crazy has happened." Then again, she could also be wrong. Either way, she expected an explanation. He was never like this...okay, well, nevermind. Everyone had their moments, even Lyla. She sat forward in the chair, swinging her legs back in front of her and crossing them. Grabbing her hair and throwing it behind the chair, Artemis crossed her arms and grinned at Iggy. "Tell me how that makes you feel, Mr. Nash."

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Iggy's smirked widened in spite of himself when he saw Lyla roll her eyes at him. They'd been friends for years, but he still loved seeing her roll her eyes at him. It reminded him that he did sometimes succeed in getting under her skin. And boy, did he love when he annoyed her.

Leave it to Lyla to ask about his "long face." Now it was Iggy's turn to roll his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and his bottom lip sort of fell into a pout. "Blacksmith took me cigs," he mumbled, quite frustrated with having to repeat it aloud. This was the norm for Iggy, always getting his cigarettes confiscated. You would think he would have learned by now.

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This boy had quite the facial expressions. They never seemed to annoy Lyla to the point of not wanting to be his friend, however. That's why she always stuck around. Iggy was truly a great friend; he'd always been there for her, especially during her realization of her power. Iggy was the only one who knew other than family, and he also was her go to about all things Emile. Even though Emile and everything else about him angered Iggy, Lyla didn't stop talking about him.

And then Iggy pouted his lip, and Lyla rose her eyebrows. Once he spoke and told her what was actually wrong, Lyla burst out laughing. Was that all? She shook her head, smiling. "Oh mon, Iggy. I thought something was actually wrong!" Lyla tended to speak French on occasion at school. It was really only to close friends and family so Iggy was probably used to it by now. "Those aren't good for you anyways."

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Ichabod slouched more into the armchair and his face grew more pouty when Lyla burst into laughter. Of course she would, he shouldn't have been surprised. Iggy was no stranger to the reigns when it came to people telling him that cigarettes weren't good for him, but that never stopped him. At this point, he wasn't sure it would. "Yeah, yeah," Iggy waved a dismissive hand at Lyla; he had heard it all before. "Death sticks, give ye cancer, and all that." Even though he knew they were bad, he couldn't help that he had sort of developed a habit of smoking them regularly.

The Slytherin sat up more straight in his chair now, trying to forget about the pouting display he had just put on and instead began tapping his left foot, something he often did when he didn't have a cigarette to smoke. A nervous tick. "So, what? Did ye decide to turn in early for the night?" He asked his blonde friend.

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Iggy seemed to have no interest in discussing how bad cigarettes are for you, and Lyla didn't blame him. He enjoyed them, tons of people at the castle did so it wasn't like it was a shocking discovery to behold. But Lyla knew it was best for him if he didn't have them, so she silently thanked the Professor that took the cigarettes. She cared for her friend, even if it was difficult for her to show. "Yeah, yeah, all that. C'est La Vie, Ichabod." She laughed.

Did Lyla mention Iggy also doesn't like being called Ichabod? Oh well. She wasn't afraid of him, and she also enjoyed doing as she pleased. Like teasing Iggy. Either way, he'd most likely tell her how much he didn't enjoy the name. Lyla flung her legs back over the arm chair, turning to look at the other Slytherin as he sat up more. "Yeah, I ate dinner and just came up here, watching the sun set out the window there." Lyla pointed to the glass next to her, the sky now mostly dark. "What about you?"