orbital point | Gracie & Simon

[simon sixten svendsen]

Two hours. Simon had been staring at the ceiling of his dorm for two hours in the dark, listening to his roommate snore so loudly he was two seconds away from smothering the ungodly mouth breather with a pillow...

As the clock struck midnight, Simon felt a strong urge to smoke as he continued to toss and turn in bed. After staring at the ceiling for so long, he was feening for a spliff. Hell, these were the times he missed being home the most. He could smoke in the comfort of his bed, no problem. At Hogwarts, it was impossible and a little inconsiderate.

Pushing himself out of bed, he kept his pajama bottoms on and threw a Gryffindor quidditch hoodie over his head as he ruffled his messy hair. Simon quietly reached for the tin of pre-rolled spliffs in his bedside table and carefully fetched one, tucking it behind his ear. Simon's golden rule while sneaking out past curfew was to never bring his entire stash on him. Only to prevent having all of his goods confiscated if he were to get caught. Most days he was confident in his ability to talk his way out of it - as long as a Professor wasn't the one to catch him.

Simon slowly crept past the portrait of the fat lady who was currently sleeping upon exiting the Gryffindor Common room. He scurried down the corridor toward the Astronomy Tower, which happened to be one of his favorite places to sneak late at night. Though it was a risky place to hide considering it was a location couples liked to frequent for alone time. It was the highest point of the castle so also his favorite smoke spot since smoke would always rise...

Poking his head into the room first to make sure the coast was clear, he walked toward the railing so he could look out into the night sky. The quidditch Captain lit the end of the spliff and took a large inhale, allowing the herbal essence to fill his lungs and diaphragm, hold, and exhale. Ahhh...that was exactly what he needed. 


@grace



   

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always second guess before i jump

Last year, whilst patrolling the corridors with Aiden, it was like... a dream. He'd helped her out immensely, often taking over the behaviour management side of things when they'd caught people breaking the rules. It had been somewhat easy and bonus points: she'd gotten to spend time with him, chatting about all sorts of things from Italian coffee to the fattigman cookies her bestemor made during Christmas holidays and liked to send to her. It was nice, and Grace was always left with a warm, tingling sensation in her stomach.

But... fast forward to this year, and things were totally different. Of course, she expected them to be with what transpired over the summer holidays but... now, she dreaded being on patrol with him. She no longer got to duck out of having to scold people for breaking the rules, and most of their time spent patroling was in complete and utter awlward silence. He didn't walk her back to her common room when patrols were over, and now he just said a short 'bye' to mark the end of the patrol before disappearing down the corridor. It stung, but Grace knew she was to blame. It was her fault they were like this. She couldn't expect him to be kind to her when she'd hurt him the way she had.

As the clock struck midnight, Grace was left with the same familiar cold, stinging feeling as she watched Aiden flee into the night like some sort of... almighty, speedy bat, no doubt heading towards his common room. Normally, Grace would do the same after awkwardly waving goodbye at his back, but tonight was different. She was wound up tight, and she needed to relax before going to her dormitory or else she had no chance at getting a single bit of shut-eye.

Feeling a pang of guilty for breaking... or bending? the rules, Grace headed in the opposite direction of the Hufflepuff common rooms, instead beelining for the Astronomy Tower. It was nice up there, provided there weren't people... uh, getting busy... Merlin, she hoped nobody had decided to do that tonight. Last time she'd walked in on that, she'd shrieked out in surprise, 'Please go fornicate elsewhere' whilst shielding her eyes. Luckily, the embarrassed couple had hightailed it out of there after but it had been scarring.

Climbing the steps, Grace listened to make sure that there were no... peculiar sounds coming from the tower, before the scent hit her. Strong. There was someone smoking up there, on the... Grace pushed open the door to the tower to find Simon up there, holding a suspicious looking cigarette in his hand. "You'll... that's not fresh night air. How are you supposed to get fresh, relaxing, night time air if you're..." Grace waved at the cigarette, shaking her head. "And... and... there's owls that live near here, you know. You might be - your second hand smoke might be hurting their lungs, you know."

Grace wasn't normally so, uh, proactive in her efforts to try and stop people from smoking, instead usually reminding them gently that it was against the rules, but tonight... she was high-strung, on the verge of something. It was evident in the way her body was drawn tight, and fingers kept curling and uncurling. All she'd wanted to do when coming to the tower was calm down, and now she had to try and deal with this because that was her job. She couldn't just let people... think they could step all over her, like they so often did.

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[simon sixten svendsen]

Simon stood frozen at the sound of the female voice, slowly turning his body to face Grace in the doorway of the Astronomy Tower. Shit. The reality of being discovered was an instant buzzkill. Well, he was relieved to see it was the Puff. Since he knew this Prefect, he was confident in his ability to talk his way out of any disciplinary actions. The lion stepped back, pinching the smoking cone with a guilty smile, and a shrug when she told him that he wouldn't be getting any fresh air with the herbal goodness dangling from his lips. The blonde continued by defending the owls that lived up in the beams, causing the lion the chuckle out loud, spitting out a bit of remaining smoke in his throat.

His icy blue eyes attempted to meet hers, "C'mon, Grace...there's no need to be dramatic about it. If the owls don't like the free smoke sesh, they have the freedom of flying their feathery lil arses out of here." he commented with jest, before tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. "Unlike me. I have to stay here." he told her, a bit dramatic. Damn, owls had more freedom than him. This revelation sucked.

Simon leaned against the stone wall, holding the spliff out over the window edge nonchalantly, "Also, Greetings..on this fine evening..." he greeted awkwardly, gesturing to the moon, eyes dropping to the spliff as he ashed it with a gentle flick out the window. The lion was guilty of constantly testing his luck and pushing the limits. His parents, 'authority figures', and professors were well aware of his 'rebel without a cause' mentality.

With a small smile he hit it again before asking, "So...is it rude if I continue, or--" he was more than happy to share but he was waiting to see her reaction first as he exhaled.

@grace