Slytherins Attempt to Unpack

[Roddy Lestrange]

Throwing himself on top of the freshly made four poster bed, Rodolph's Le strange let out a funny groan as his head smacked into the soft comforter. Today had already not been a good day, and it was only the first day back. His hair, usually sleek and beautiful was thrown into a ponytail and just a hair frizzy. Roddy hated, more than anything in world, when his hair refused to cooperate. It was the one thing that needed to be perfect at all times to the boy, now seventeen, could truly be happy. Not to mention he had actually pulled off a good seven hours of sleep the previous night, which helped the dark circles under his eyes but did nothing for his mood. And too top of his frizzy, uncooperative hair and his sleeping...

Rodolphus Lestrange had not smoked today.

Not anything. Not cigarettes, not... well, anything! Bad hair, sleep and no smoking would put any boy like him in a bitchy, groaning mood. Rather unbecoming, but in his opinion completely justified. Sliding the black hair tie off his waist-length red hair, he shifted on the bed so one: his hair wouldn't touch the floor and two: he would no longer be lying across something a little sharp and amazingly painful. Wrapping his fingers around the foreign and back-stabbing [to be taken literally, of course] object, he brought it about an inch away from his face to discover it was his fancy little comb that he took everywhere, in case there was ever a minor emergency.

"Well hello." Running his thumb over the sleek surface of the comb, he slid it back into his pants pocket as well as readjusted said pants around his hips. He had already been reprimanded at the feast for not wearing his uniform, but personally he found them stuffy and terrible for his figure, another perfection he rather enjoyed. Instead it was jeans and nice shirts that would give everyone the proper idea of his form [and maybe a little peak at his hips] no matter how many points it lost their house each year.

[Evan Rosier]

Unpacking. What a mundane task that should be left for house elves to do since that's what house elves were for...unpacking, you know? And other such things like laundry, your breakfast, and homework. Naturally, Hogwarts House Elves were only good for making your meals and cleaning the common room each night. It was all Dumbledore's doing. If they had a proper Headmaster then Evan could get drunk every night with no problem and have a house elf to mop his vomit on command. Sadly, his mates were left with that task. (Evan couldn't do it himself as he would have promptly passed out at that point) But at this point, Evan was sober and no mates of his would want to clean his vomit OR unpack his things. Unpacking. Such an evil task bestowed onto him. Thank Merlin that this could be the last year at Hogwarts then he's gone, baby. Just like that.

Evan dragged his trunk up the stairs with little difficulty (Beater arms y'know) and breathed the sigh of ultimate relief when he finally reached the door with the affectionately placed engraving on it.

Seventh Years

"Here we are." He muttered and kicked open the door, creating a loud BANG causing a few already-disgruntled-students in the common room to become even MORE disgruntled. Evan merely grinned stupidly to himself and waltzed into his dorm, but...hello? What's this? A certain, gorgeous red head seemed to have already been sleeping on his lovely bed. An evil idea popped into Evan's head.

He didn't even care if Rodolphus was sleeping, passed out cold, awake, or high. All he knew was that he was pouncing on the slender form, his trunk forgotten in the doorway. "MONSIEUR LESTRANGE!" Evan yelled, probably causing more students to be disgruntled in the common room and perhaps a bit bewildered. As if they weren't use to Evan's behaviour right now. "Sleeping on me already?" Evan said, as he pushed back hair from Rodolphus's ear. There, he could almost see his whole face.

[Roddy Lestrange]

Usually, when a loud bang echoed through a room, one would get up to look. But Rodolphus, assuming it was just another student using too much force to open a door let it go and paid no attention. A few seconds later, however, he was regretting this decision [maybe] as Even Rosier was mounting him and playing with, in his opinion, not so perfect hair. Opening one eye, Roddy observed the goings on above his head for a moment before rolling into a more comfortable position, flat on his back rather than twisted a little to the left.

“It’s good to see you and everything...” Rodolphus began slowly, and softly, due entirely to his bad hair mood. “But really, must you pounce?” A small smile flickered on his face the moment he took a deep breath though his nose. He could smell it. Cigarette smoke had a certain way of lingering on those who had them, and Roddy could just barely make out the scent. “However, I will allow it because you are my savior.” Sliding his fingers into Evan’s front pockets, he was a little put out when he found nothing that could be smoked, but there were still too pockets to go! Reaching around behind his fellow seventh year [making sure fingers lightly razed everything] he shoved his hands into the boys back pocket, content when his right hand stuck gold.

“Brilliant.” He had completed his goal, but what was the use in removing his hands? This certainly wasn’t the most uncomfortable predicament he could have found himself in the first day back to school.

[Antonin Dolohov]

The sorting and the feast was just as miserable as every other year he had attended. Nothing but the same old, same old, he was even tired of the ritual before the hat had been placed on his pretty little chestnut brown head (not that he had to wait that long, Dolohov was at the beginning of the alphabet). But the continuous nonsense of clapping and cheering when someone was sorted with just so irritating. Hell, he wouldn’t have cared at all if anyone praised him for being sorted into Slytherin when he was a first year. Plus, you had to wait through all of that just to eat. Sure, the food was good if you were used to getting it out of a dumpster. Antonin could have gotten just the same meal, only most defiantly better at his own manor. Never one to complain (yeah right), he usually just ended up nibbling on this and that. He never exactly was too keen on eating, only certain foods seemed to stir his taste buds, maybe the lack of protein was the cause of his height. For being a seventeen year old, he was roughly around 5’5”, as all the other boys hunched over him. Perhaps being shorter than most accommodated for his ego?

It didn’t really help that after the feast was over and all was said the done, the mob of people swooped up leaving Antonin alone and rather pissed off. Where the hell did Evan and Rodolphus run off to? The common room, no guess.

As he stomped down into the underground passages towards the Slytherin commons, one thought crossed his mind. He needed to have something to drink, or slap one of the two boys for running off without him. Rodolphus was probably grooming himself, a nightly ritual he had done since they were first years (and he swore to hex anyone that told other’s about his little process as well). And knowing Evan he was probably having a few swings of whatever, as long as he was drink and throwing up by the end of the night. He cared deeply about these boys very much, but coming into the dorm room late at night to find Rodolphus passed out with a comb in his hand and Evan passed out by the toilet wasn’t always the greatest way to end one’s evening.

Fingers clutched the door, pushing the wooden frame to enter in as it creaked. No, no one was drunk (yet) or combing their hair. His eye twitched. More like both eyes. Evan was on top of Rodolphus. Whatever. Not that it fazed him (yeah right), he learned to ignore these things. Muttering a good night he crawled into his own bed, (not bothering to unpack, that could always be done later) and promptly closed the hanging curtains shut around his bed.

[Evan Rosier]

"Yes. I must pounce. Pouncing is good." And just for emphasis, Evan jumped a bit in his spot. This jump was followed by another wide-spread grin. His best mates sleeping already? As if he'dlet that happen. He looked down at the oh-so-wonderful Rodolphus and finally noticed something was awry. Rodolphus's hair, his mot prized possession that he could practically marry if he wanted to, was slightly dishevelled. Well...this was odd. Maybe Rodolphus was drunk or high already. It could explain why he's all mopey and not-caring-about hair...ish. Evan decided to go ahead and ask. "You aren't drunk already, are you?" And he leaned in to smell any trace of liquor in Rodolphus's breath. No. Cue leaning away. "High? Something? You're - Oh!"

It wasn't a bad Oh or a twelve-year old girl Oh. It was a Oh somewhere between surprised and pleased as Rodolphus was suddenly randomnly putting his hands in Evan's pockets. "Now, I'm not that drunk, darling." Evan snorted, but it seemed Rodolphus found the prize in one of Evan's pockets. His left, back pocket to be more specific. A pack of fags ready to be smoked and had. "Oh, I see. Haven't had your fair share of nicotine, then?" He said. "Poor, poor dear. Good thing, Nurse Evan was here with his medicine, hm? What would you blokes do without me, I swear."

Stop. Breath. Nervous glances. Someone walked into the room.

It wasn't that Evan was ashamed of being affectionate. Most students knew that, but being particularly affection with a best male friend, on a bed, alone in a dormitory wasn't something that should be seen at all. Evan liked his place in the dorm very much and didn't feel like being lynched for being a 'poof'. (And Evan was not a poof. He was just affectionate and extremely affectionate. At least...that's what he kept telling himself) Evan wasn't really sure if he should just slide of Rodolphus at that moment or punch him in the nose, so whoever walked in could assume they were involved in a fight to the death over a packet of fags. However, in the end Evan decided to wait.

Then this someone decided to go to bed. Evan glanced to the side. Wait. He knew that behaviour and that bed. Could it be? "ANTONIN?" And again, just like that Evan was flying off of Rodolphus, sliding aside bed curtains and tackling Antonin. So affectionately in fact that both Antonin and Evan were now a messy pile on the floor.

[Roddy Lestrange]

"I would have time to get drunk when, exactly?" hands still in back pockets, Rodolphus smiled, possibly in a happy way as Evan went on about being a nurse [he could just picture his best mate in a nurses outfit, traipsing around like a fool] but it could have also been a grimace as an effect of Even jumping on him twice. "Oh indeed." He mumbled as Evan went on, latching his hand around the cigarettes. It was a good idea that he had done so, because two seconds later Evan was flying off his body and lunging himself at where Antonin had just hidden himself.

"Not the only one in a bad mood, am I?" Roddy asked, breaking a fag out of the package he had managed to pull out of Evan's pocket when he jumped away, and tossing it aside. He observed for a moment, the mess of boy on the floor before him, and then decided to join it by using some part of Antonin as a head rest. Pulling a lighter out of nowhere [his front pocket] he lit up the fag and inhaled the deep, smoky substance. Nicotine would let him survive, until it killed him anyway, and he was already loads more pleased now that he had the cigarette in his hand.

"Cheer up there." He said to Antonin, holding the cigarette where he thought his friends head might be. It wasn't often that he shared, so hopefully Ant would grasp the opportunity and not go hide in his bed again. If he did, well, they'd just have to join and make him happy. However daunting the task.

[Antonin Dolohov]

Sleep. That’s what he needed right now after such a long and stressful day. But certainly with those two in the room, on the same bed together, his relaxing sleep seemed years away. Did he just hear a moan? Oh no. Not tonight, defiantly not right now, he needed these precious few hours, REM, rest, sleep cycles, whatever else there was, he wanted! After a few more seconds of silence there was another noise and maybe a giggle, he wasn’t sure, it could have even been a manly belch but in the next few moments he threw open his curtains, ready to hex whatever was in front of him. But, alas there would be no need to search for someone to hex as the object of his menace was thrown or rather pounced on top of him, both of them falling shortly afterwards to the floor. “Get off of me.” Clutched teeth hissed out in annoyance, too little to actually push the heaving mess on top of him. “I said get off! I don’t want to deal with your behavior tonight!” Whenever he was getting seriously upset, the tips of Mister Dolohov’s ears would start to turn a particular tone of red, which seemed to happening at that exact moment.

Something sharp, there was most defiantly something stabbing right into his thigh and it was not very pleasant at all. Maneuvering his hand somehow, if only he could reach, then he would find out that the ‘sharp-pointy-thing’ was a hairbrush. His fingers brushed the fine bristles, finally yanking out the comb beneath his poor leg. Ears turned another unattractive red color, spreading onto his face as well. “Rod… I swear…” Okay, breathe, he just needed to breathe in and out and try not to go completely Avada Kedavra on them.

The smell of nicotine, sweet glorious addiction that they all seemed to share, and it was being wavered in front of his face. It was no use now, he was trapped, Mister Lestrange had decided to join in along with the act and was currently perched rather contently on possibly Antonin’s right arm (he wasn’t sure anymore as any feeling he had left in his boy was gone, no thanks to Evan of course). And if he could move properly he would have taken a hit off of the cigarette in front of him, but all mobility was sadly taken away. Once again, his efforts were fruitless, he would just have to be teased by the lit cigarette a few inches away and just be happy with the company of two friends (who were certainly suffocating and crushing his ribs), and of course joyful to know what their ceiling really did look like now as he tried to relaxed his head as comfortable as possible on the hard floor.

So this is what death felt like? Had he known he would have grabbed a pillow along for the trip.

[Evan Rosier]

Antonin? Unhappy to see him? Whoever would have thought? And here Evan was thinking that everyone was happy to see him. Oh well. That didn't stop Evan from giving Antonin an appropriate greeting via tackling to the hard floor. He sat, straddling the other unfortunate boy's hips in a similar fashion as the position he was in before with Rodolphus before Antonin decided to come into his life again. Evan also made sure to pin down Antonin's arms in case they started to wander, oho. "My behaviour? Why, whatever do you mean?" He asked innocently while attempting to hold back a bark of laughter. "I'm sorry Mr. Dolohov, but you have to deal with me, every day and every night until we graduate whether you like it not."

Thank the gods that Rodolphus decided to get out of his hole and join in on the fun. A fag was really all the redhead needed and he was dandy. Rodolphus decided to join the two by lovingly sitting on Antonin's head. "Lovely," commented Evan as Rodolphus waved a tempting cigarette in front of Antonin's face. "You really can't escape us now." Finally, he did break into laughing. Ahhh, back again. Three good mates since their first year at Hogwarts. Sure it took a while before they warmed up to eachother, but still - if someone allowed you to sit on their head and pin you down, then you know that their rather fond of you.

The dormitory room was soon being filled up with the sweet smell of nicotine and other assorted chemicals. Oh...how tempting. He hadn't had one since Platform 9 and 3/4. A fag would certainly be good right now. "Hey, Rodolphus. Be a good bloke and pass one over, right?" He said, already reaching over for the pack. Evan stopped for a moment though as he slipped out one of the small, little deathsticks. "Hmmm...I know exactly what we need to complete this." and he finally released Antonin from his prison and stood up. (Who would honestly be complaining if Evan Rosier were on top of you?) Evan practically skipped to his trunk and opened it, rummaging through piles of clothes and books falling apart. There were a couple of swears, mumbling, and laughing coming from his head in the trunk and finally his treasure was found.

Evan emerged from a deep search in his trunk holding two bottles of the drinker's drink, firewhiskey. "A little welcoming present, if I do say so myself, boys." Evan said, handing one out to Rodolphus. "There's more, so don't fret."

[Roddy Lestrange]

While it was all fun and games, eventually someone was going to lose an eye, possibly via head sitting, and how exactly would the three of them explain that to the inquiring medics who came to take their dear friend away. 'Sorry, we were having a death match over the cigarettes we aren't supposed to have, and my hair got in his eyes so he couldn't see and we accidentally squashed Evan so badly his eye... fell out.' For some reason, Rodolphus thought some part of that was likely to get the lot of them in trouble. Rolling off his dear friend who had just succumbed to their behavior, he tossed his lighter to wand while sticking his cigarette in Antonin's mouth. He needed it a little more.

"See? What did I say... savior." Crawling over Antonin's bed, a slight hint of seduction in his hips, he reached for one of the bottles, pouting for the substance inside. Cigarettes were one thing, but alcohol was better, but still paled in comparison to weed, which they had none of at the moment. The first trip to Hogsmeade and the back of the Hogs Head would certainly serve to cure that misfortune. That's how is went. Fags, alcohol, weed... but in a pinch anything would do.

"Please... the firewhisky, right here. In my hand." Wiggling his fingers he was more than overjoyed when Evan handed the beautiful bottle over. Cracking the top off her laid back on Antonin’s bed got back about a third of the bottle before the need for air overpowered his need for drink. Sighing heavily, he wiggled a little on the bed and managed to remove his shirt without too much fuss. Years of practice had given him to remove shirts, even his own, with anything in his hands. It was a good thing to be able to do, and definitely helped in the getting comfortable aspect of things.

"So, Evan... come here often?" Rodolphus asked silkily, drinking a little more and smiling with the bottle at his lips. The three were known for being a little on the ridiculous side of things, and even Rodolphus, the normally calm, hair obsessed insomniac was no exception to the generalization.

[Evan Rosier]

"Damn fucking right, Mr. Lestrange. Firewhiskey for you." And Rodolphus grabbed it right out of his hand. It was like watching zombie reaching out for brains. Hehe. Rodolphus as a zombie. Hishair would STILL be better than the rest of them. Sighing, Evan unscrewed the lone bottle in his hand and probably swallowed down what probably should be five or six sips. When he came up for air, Rodolphus seemed to have situated himself contently on his bed. He was still drinking until soon, oxygen called and Rodolphus came up for air. But what's this? Stripping already? Evan grinned to himself.

"Everynight and a little in the morning too." He responded, taking a seat at Rodolphus's side. My, what a comfourtable bed Mr. Dolohov had claimed. Perhaps Evan really should've cared about what bed he wound up with in first year. He took a couple of more swigs.

"You know." A certain tipsy, seventh year said as he turned to look at Rodolphus - bare chest and all. "Seeing you naked really has changed my life." Salazar Slytherin bless public showers.

[Roddy Lestrange]

Shifting to the side a few inches, Rodolphus gave Evan a good amount of room on the bed that belonged to neither of them, firewhisky still to his lips even though he wasn't drinking it. He was watching Evan through his brown eyes, smirking. They really were best friends who did everything together, the three of them. And by everything he meant well... everything. There was no need to delve.

"Beautiful sight, wasn't it?" Rodolphus was not even going to pretend to be modest about his looks and his body. He was pale, yes, but he found his physique to be absolutely perfect, and he would not be entirely happy until everyone on earth agreed. Smirking against his bottle of firewhisky he took another swig, feeling a little buzz in the head. What a glorious feeling.

"This is never good." He said, setting the now empty bottle on Antonin's nightstand. Sliding his hands under his head he looked at Evan, attempting innocence and probably failing miserably. "Getting drunk, shirtless on beds has never really gone well, has it?" Of course, that statement was all relative, depending on who you were and what these boys were to you at the time of their drunk state. For the other dorm boys, it probably wasn't that good, but for the three of them... SPEAKING of other roommates, where WERE they? Considering this further, it was probably the case that Snape had learned to steer clear of the dormitory he had shared with Roddy, Evan and Ant for six years. And Macnair was probably off screwing some Ravenclaw girl... or guy for that matter, as was his custom every night. Luckily, they would have no interruptions while they drank and carried on in celebration of the beginning of their last year.

[Evan Rosier]

Evan shifted over on the bed and perhaps shifted over more than necessary. Such a lovely night it was going to be. Lying on his bed on a bed that wasn't his, he took another long drink from the bottle of bliss. Rodolphus kept speaking and Evan listened as if hearing a lullaby. "And beautiful evenings too." As if any part of this conversation required detailed explanation. He raised his nearly empty bottle into the air. Sadly, he held it horizontally and a small amount of the firewhiskey spilled out. "Woops," and he proceeded to hold it a bit more correctly. "A toast my friend! To another year, yes?" Toast made and bottle finished off. Evan disposed of the bottle by leaning over Rodolphus (not being careful to avoid touching skin.) and placed the bottle next to Rodolphus's. Unbeknownst to most however, Evan was a clumsy creature and one of the bottles fell over. Oh well. His problem later.

"You know, I'm quite comfourtable like this actually." Evan said. He was still lying over Rodolphus, hand barely touching the small table next to Antonin's bed. He frowned only slightly. "Since when was it ever good. The night is still young. Plenty of antics to be committed." Evan half-pondered locking the door at this point.

[Roddy Lestrange]

"Another year, and a final year." Rodolphus said, holding up his empty bottle, probably because Evan did not know it was empty just yet. Being a little tipsy made you overlook certain details like people not having anything to toast with. But Roddy supposed it was the thought that counted. Now that his bottle situation was over, he could clearly focus on the Evan boy who was currently leaning and rubbing on him to set a bottle down. No accident on Evan's part.

"You would be." Roddy said, letting his long, slender arm drape over Evan's waist, and tug him down a little. "Antics already? Getting a little ahead of yourself, I think. You haven't even unpacked yet." Like that would ever stop them. By the end of the night someone would most likely puke in Severus' bed, and that would probably be good enough for the day. At this point, Roddy leaned forward a little and took a deep breath around Evans collar bone.

"Well, you still smell the same as you did last time I saw you. A little more musty, if anything." Flopping his head back onto Antonin's pillow he smiled at Evan, whose face was hovering above his own. "Been spending too much time in closets, haven't you?" Even though it was meant as a joke, half the humor of his statement was that it was probably true... of all of them.

[Evan Rosier]

"Unpacking is for house elves and the weak." Evan stated matter-of-factly. He was comfourtable. He always thought leaning against someone was. Then they would wrap your arms around you and make you feel all warm. It was a good thing to fall asleep to. If only Evan really had many chances to fall asleep in someone's embrace. It was affection. Fucking people these days honestly jumped to conclusions. Since when the fuck was it their business what Evan did with his friends? Was it going to affect them? "No, those fucking people. Just leave me alone." Evan had not realized he had mumbled that bit through clenched teeth into Rodolphus's neck. He shut his eyes tightly, opened them, blinked a few times and rolled off Rodolphus.

"Last time was...first week of August right? Or something like that." Evan said, suddenly coming back to that world. He rubbed his eyes. (Vision was getting a bit blury) and got off the bed. "And not in closets yet." Only one bottle and already Evan felt a bit buzzed? Oh no, he needed to be straight out plastered and laying on a bed wasn't going to help anything at all. So, Evan paid another visit to his trunk, bringing out four more firewhiskeys; one for Antonin, one for Rodolphus, and two for Evan. He whistled no tune in particular as he set one on the floor next to Antonin, handed another to zombie!Rodolphus, and placed one of his on the table. The last in his hand was currently being unscrewed until a second thought entered his brain. He stopped whistling and eyebrows furrowed in thought. Evan went back to his beloved trunk, rummaged a bit more with colorful words attached and pulled out the item no wizard should leave home without; his wand. "I, for one," Evan started as he went to the door and closed. "Don't want Snape or Macnair or some eager little firstie bothering me." And he locked the door just like that. The wand was then disposed of by means of being tossed into a random corner.

"Enjoying yourselves, mates?" He asked after the first lengthy drink of the new bottle.