Never Been Here, But Oh Well

[ankit]

<sup>Classroom Eleven? Hm, Ankit had never been into the room before in his whole 6 years prier to this year at Hogwarts. Though, he had heard that it was just a room that students went into to hang out at between classes. Or just during their own free periods. He personally didn't like going anywhere but the Common Room or the Boys Dormitory. Since it was always quiet. Typical Hufflepuffs, so go figure. Walking down the Ground floor, he wore his robes this time at school. Well, everything but the actual thing. Just his plain white dress shirt, and dress pants. His fingers undid the tie to allow himself to have some air.

Finally making it to the Empty Classroom, he noticed it had some furniture in it. Like some couches and chairs. Lame. And sadly no one was there today. Well, not really sadly since he liked being alone. Especially lately since it gave him enough time to think and stuff. Eyes searching over the decorations in the actually large room, he sat down on a couch and stared around still. Until his eyes fell on a muggle magazine. "Eh,</sup>[/i]" he said, picking it up, and flipping passed the pages before tossing it back and leaning into the cushion of the couch. It was comfortable, but he had things he still needed to think about. Like... Tristan, and when exactly would the second day be coming back to memory....

[[lame post, but oh well! Tristan only]][/sup]

[James Blackblood]

Tristan rolled his arms. His thought's were on Alucard and the fact that he was a vampire and had actually bitten him. Weren't they friends? He almost had killed him if it weren't for him snapping out of it. Most likely he would have died. It was a scary thought. Dying without telling Ankit he loved him. Eh?

He froze in the Entrance Hall and blinked. It had been up to about a week since he'd last seen Ankit. He thought he might feel guilty but he didn't. He didn't love Wright anymore. His eyes widened. It had been a spell!

He wanted to find Ankit but that was easier said then done. He had no idea where to look besides the girls bathroom, which he had a feeling he wasn't there. People were passing him right and left. He closed his eyes needing a place to think. He was in love with a stripper boy who was in the Hufflepuff house.

Tristan mored to a door and entered it. It was classroom eleven, an empty classroom. He looked up only to find the boy himself laying on a couch, looking innocent and snexy. He found himself in front of the couch before you could say cheeze. "Ankit," he breathed.

[ankit]

^{Ankit blinked because one second there wasn't anyone infront of him, and now he was staring at a pair of legs. Furrowing his brow, and about to look up to make a rude comment to whom ever it had been, but found that he was staring at Tristan. He sat up from laying down, still looking up at Tristan. "Hey.. you allright? You look tired,}[/i]" he commented. Since the boy was breathing heavily. Obviously from running or something like that.[/sup]

[James Blackblood]

Instead, Tristan crawlled up on Ankit and straddled him. He hugged Ankit. "You were telling the truth. I don't love Wright, you were right," he said. He pulled back thinking about that for a second. "Not that you are Wright, but you're right right," he said. "No that didn't sound right either," he said frowning. "What the hell is with all the damn right words?" he cried out, but he ended up laughing instead.

His eyes glittered with amusement as he hugged Ankit and kiss his lips tenderly. "Sorry about this whole damn mess," he said finally.

[ankit]

^{Ankit couldn't help but to laugh himself as Tristan stumbled with words. Had it really been that long already? Now that he thought twice about it, it actually had. And he was surprised at how fast the time had went by. The next thing he knew, Tristan was stradling him, and hugging him, and then kissed him. His hand came up and messed with Tristan's long hair slightly as he smiled at the smaller boy. "It's okay,}[/i]" he said, before leaning forward and kissing Tristan on the lips gently.[/sup]