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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 1, 2007 21:06:50 GMT -5
Johnathan began to play his cello, with passsion and grace: The opening notes flowing from the insturment as easy as wind blows through trees.
Johnathan did this anytime he needed to get away and think, by keeping his hands busy... well, keeping them from getting busy with boys...his mind could be free. When he played the music it always allowed him to think clearer.
I can't believe what Tristan did to me. Did I deserve that? I was only doing what he obviously wanted me to do, judging by his initial reaction to my flirting. I need to find a way to make him mine. No Hufflepuff deserves to be with him. He is too...wicked, to ever be with a Hufflepuff. I want him more than I have ever wanted anything...Please be mine, Tristan. Please...
I have to find a boyfriend even if it isn't Tristan. It's just too uncool to be seen as single. A great boy, big, strong, hot... Not that looks are that important. I just prefer him to be beautiful beyond compare.
Johnathan smiled at this, because he was reminded of one of his only friends in the orphanage where he grew up, the nurse. They were good friends, because she was the only person in the whole place that knew his parents.
"Johnny, someday you will find the man of your dreams, and he'll be just like your father, sweet, thoughtful, and HOT!", his friend had giggled...Johnny felt like giggling too, rembering the good times he had had with him, but became too involved in his music and other thoughts... |
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 21:19:14 GMT -5
Thought's flowed through Tristan's head as he tossed and turned on the Slytherin couch. One of the Slytherin girl's looked at him. "Why don't you go do something to take off you're mind on whatever it is you've been worrying about lately Tris..." she said trailling off. He sighed and sat up.
"Like what exactly?" he asked in a spout of irritation. She glared at him. "Go hex the pants off a Gryffindor or something...something interesting...fun," she said. He couldn't help it, he laughed. If she only knew that he didn't have to hex the pants off other students. They would do so willingly. Which brought his thoughts back to Johnathan. He twitched in amusement when he remembered leaving him out there.
Tristan grabbed his robes and put them over his pants and shirt and whipped out of the common room. He walked around the castle for a bit before deciding to go up to one of the towers and look outside for a bit.
Once on the fifth floor he froze, here's something positively beautiful. It was a melody that called to him. He moved around the corner only to see Johnathan playing some kind of insturment. He just had to run into him at this time. He took a step back to turn around but ended up tripping over his robes. It seemed he'd gotten the wrong ones. These were definitely not his.
He landed in a heap on the floor.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 1, 2007 21:58:48 GMT -5
Johnathan didn't see the boy fall or even notice his prescence because he was so absorbed in his music....
I don't want to have anyone else other than Tristan, but Casseus looks so similar that maybe that would be good enough. No, you know it wouldn't be. What is so mesmerizing about him? He isn't particularly intersting or smart. He isn't even really that beautiful. No, that's a lie, he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I just don't get it
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 22:04:47 GMT -5
Tristan looked over his shoulder, but the music didn't stop. Wait a second. How the hell did the little boy get out of that hex he'd put on him? Had a professor come across him? No, he'd be in trouble if that happened. Another student must have got him out of it. Who the hell would do that?
He got up, pulled out his wand, went over to the playing boy and pressed the tip of his want to the boy's cheek.
"What are you doing here, Wright?" he asked.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 1, 2007 22:14:24 GMT -5
Johnathan had heard what the boy had said, but he'd be damned if he was going to respond with that sort of attitude...He began to play more rapidly and with more sharp and flat notes, creating a more vivid peice. He was already getting angry and the music showed it. He was really wishing that the boy with his wand placed on his cheek would go away.
Not there, not there, not there...
He chanted that as his mantra as he played even louder and with more anger showing through. His music becoming a cacophony of notes that filled the room and the hall beyond it.
His bow snapped with the pressure he was exerting on it...
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!? Can't you see I'm a litte busy...?"
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 22:31:10 GMT -5
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!? Can't you see I'm a litte busy...?"
Someone had anger issues today. He grinned thinking he was pissed off about the other day.
"Are you going to answer my question, Wright?" he asked softly. "I'm a bit curious as to how you got out of the perdicament."
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 1, 2007 22:53:00 GMT -5
Johnathan pulled another bow out of the messenger bag at his feet and resumed playing...
"If you must know, Miss Nosy...It was your brother who happened upon me. At first I thought you were crazy and had multiple personalities, but he eased my mind a bit... He's much cuter than you by the way... The subtle difference was everything..."
So, that last part was a lie... I STILL THINK YOU ARE GORGEOUS...Where's your charm when you need it...
"Dear, please don't think you're not attractive to me... Quite the contrary... Sit down, we need to talk...."
Johnathan played for a few minutes before he allowed Tristan to speak again and every time he tried, Johnny shushed him.
Speaking over his playing, he said, "I love you Tristan... Don't ask how I know. I've only known you for a day, but you are exactly the person I have been looking for. The way I'm sure you were drawn here by the music, your own song has drawn me to you... Where most people hear silence I hear people's music. The original tune that defines everyone..."
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:04:40 GMT -5
He froze when Johnathan said his brother had freed him. He hadn't told anyone he had a brother. What the hell was going on? His eyes narrowed on the other boy. Before he could say anything the fool continued to speak.
"And what was this supposed boys name?" he asked after John stopped speaking. He pressed his wand to the boys throat. His eyes turned redder as he looked at him. "Damn it, if you are lying about this to me. I promise you, you'll wish you were dead," he said clearly pissed off.
His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Since when was his brother back at Hogwarts? Casseus had disappeared hadn't he?
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 1, 2007 23:15:09 GMT -5
"Casseus...I believe...", he said with a flourish of notes, "Yes, it was Casseus..."
Johnathan played more beautifully, letting his body get into it a bit too, his head bobbing with the fast tune he was playing now.
"Why would I lie to you?", Johnathan said, "Have I ever lied to you before? Besides, as I have just told you, I love you. And lying is not the way to win over a fair Princess is it?"
OOC: Ha! Another Princess *Score one more for Greg...lol*
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:23:25 GMT -5
Being called Princess by a third person made his twitch. "Don't ever call me that again. Only one person may call me that and it isn't you," he said angerly.
When the hell had Casseus gotten back? How? Why hadn't he contacted Tristan? Damn him!
Tristan pulled himself away from the other boy glaring. He moved to a wall and laid his head against it. When? Why? How? Thos questions filled his mind.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 1, 2007 23:30:58 GMT -5
Hmmm. There must be something between the brothers...
Johnny watched as Tristan went to face the wall.
I guess I could play something to help him calm down... What was that tune my friend used to play... Oh yeah, Iberian Notebook Suite...
Johnathan began to play the sad and calming tune and midway couldn't take the grief that the song was causing to stir up in him. It was as though Tristan's stress was causing him to stress.
He threw his bow down and ran to Tristan. He put his arms around him and told him again that he loved him.
"Tristan, whatever it is that is eating you away inside. It's killing me too, I can feel your energy all the way over there", he said pointing to the chair he was sitting in and his prized cello. "I don't want you to feel this way. What can I do to help?"
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 1, 2007 23:47:45 GMT -5
The sadest tun he'd ever heard filled the room until silence soon came. Arms went around him. He was even sure anymore who was with him. His thoughts were on his brother whom he thought was dead.
Tears streamed down his face. "Why didn't he contact me?" he whispered.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 2, 2007 0:02:23 GMT -5
He's in so much pain... I won't have it!
Johnathan Wright released Tristan from his grip and rushed back to the cello. He played it quickly and harshly. He grabbed his wand while he continued to play continuing to get louder. When he reached the loudest he could get he yelled, "Obliviate!" The last few notes ofmusic faded away, as did the last few memories Tristan had of Ankit's love and hearing that his brother had returned...
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 0:10:26 GMT -5
The arms around him faded away. Harsh music played in the back ground. He shook his head feeling a little annoyed until the someone yelled something...and then nothing.
Tristan frowned and looked around the area. He touched his eyes which were wet and hurting. It felt like he'd been crying. What the hell? He frowned and whipped them away. He looked around and saw a boy over by and insturment he'd never seen before.
He looked at the boy. A picture of the boy naked filled his mind and he stared. He was good looking. Who was he? He looked around a realised he was somewhere. "Who are you?" he asked the Ravenclaw.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 2, 2007 0:28:08 GMT -5
"I'm Johnathan Wright. Ravenclaw 7th year", Johnny said, beginning to play his cello again, this time a romantic and sweet melody.
"I found you in here and you were sleeping there, standing up... and I played a tune to wake you up", Johnathan lied. "I was a bit concerned for you really... You didn't seem to be doing too well. You were crying. I hate when people cry, it seems to make me want to too..."
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 0:32:25 GMT -5
Now that's the oddest thing he'd ever heard. Him standing in his sleep? Crying? Why the hell would he be crying? He shrugged it off as the Wright boy began playing a melody that seemed like it should be reserved for two lovers. He snickered as he looked at the other boy.
"I dunno why I did that, but thanks for waking me up," he said and flipped his hair back. "Where are we at anyways?" he asked looking around.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 2, 2007 1:16:26 GMT -5
"An empty classroom... On the Fifth Floor...", Johnathan replied, "Are you in any particular hurry? I was just about to play my favorite peice... Would you be my audience? I've been told it's quite spellbinding..."
If I can only play this song, he'll love me forever, and never want to be with anyone else...
"It was written just for you... I often use people as my muse when it comes to composing... I've admired you from a far for a long time... This is the first time I've even spoken to you."
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 1:35:22 GMT -5
The tuned that floated out made Tristan freeze. It's as if his entire thought process had been changed by the melody. His puples disappeared. It was like he was in a trance. He was captivated by the melody, it was like he said...spellbinding. Binding him ever closer to the one who'd stolen him from Ankit.
Tristan moved closer and sat in front of the boy who was playing the cello. His heart rate sped up as he watched the other boy.
He licked his lips that had turned dry. He sat there, the melody drumming into him, taking away his freedom, his choice and his heart.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 2, 2007 1:45:57 GMT -5
Spellbinding indeed... You have really outdone yourself this time... You make things really difficult though. You should have just left well enough alone... He was a good match for Ankit...
Johnathan stopped thinking about it, he was after all thinking about a Hufflepuff, something he wasn't used to doing.
Johnathan let the last few notes fly out of the cello with extreme grace and beauty...Breaking his heart... But the thing to peice it back together was sitting on the floor in front of him. He gently placed the cello on the ground and kissed Tristan for the second time... Well, Tristans first now...
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 1:51:49 GMT -5
Tristan watched as the other boy set his cello down and came in front of him. John's lips touched his and it's as if something spellbinding went through him. He grabbed a hold of his neck and kissed back passionately.
He climbed up onto John's lap still kissing him, not getting enough. It was almost to much to bare.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 2, 2007 2:18:11 GMT -5
Johnathan pushed Tristan back ever so gently, looking into his eyes that had lost all signs of the minor trance Tristan had just gotten out of. He hovered over the other boy, lust in his eyes. After running his hands through Tristan's long, beautiful hair, Johnny took his mouth off of Tristan's long enough to say. "I love you." Before diving back in again... He quit the game of tounge wrestling a few minutes later and began to kiss Tristan's neck. He nibbled and bit a bit, constanly working his way down to Tristan's chest. He unbuttoned the shirt skillfully and began to lick his way down futher... "I love you", he muttered barely able to speak...
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Post by James Blackblood on Aug 2, 2007 2:29:13 GMT -5
Tristan's breathing almost stopped when his shirt was unbuttoned and John's tongue found it's way down his chest. "I love you." Yes, it was those words. He'd never had the chance to tell him those three words.
Wait...who was he thinking about. He frowned and couldn't remember. His mind was jolted back to the present where he was with the love of his life.
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About an hour later, Tristan brushed off his robes and looked it his watch. It'd gotten a bit late. He rubbed the back of his neck which was aching just a bit and looked over at John. He smiled brightly.
"I wanna hear more of your lovely music John," he whispered.
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Post by Johnathan Wright on Aug 2, 2007 2:38:28 GMT -5
"But I don't wanna move", Johnny said for the first time not wanting to play the cello, "I wanna stay here and.. have round two..." He chuckled a bit at his joke... "I'll play you something...", he said standing up to get into the chair. "Maybe, I'll play a score I learned back in grade school, it's still my favorite..." He played for hours on end, playing anything he thought Tristan would like. And it appeared that Tristan did love everything he played, because he listened patiently and intently hanging on every note... * finisimo*
OOC: The song he plays is this...http://magnatune.com/artists/music/Classical/Phoebe%20Carrai/Bach%20Cello%20Suites%20CD2/07-Suite%20no.%205%20in%20C%20Minor_%20BWV%201011-Phoebe%20Carrai.mp3 |
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