[astraea demitria malfoy]

The Common Rooms, if they weren’t so incredibly depressing she might’ve stayed there. But seeing as they were, no matter the warmth the green fire may have let off, it was dreary, and dreary was just not Astraea’s style. Plus she wasn’t keen on spending her free period, one of the few she received, in the Common Rooms staring at the walls. Walls were very uninteresting; therefore they went under the category of dreary.

Her shirt was loose, and her tie undone (not to mention a few buttons following suit), she gave off a reckless impression; and that was the look she was going for. Even if she wasn’t reckless she could still attempt to look so… well, sometimes she’s reckless but that’s far from the point. Normally she was with her girlfriends, all of whom were Slytherins, and the group would waste their time chattering mindlessly in the Entrance Hall. But today, it seemed Astraea could do without some female company. At incredibly slow speeds, she found herself near the Library doors, of course, Trey didn’t waste her nights reading, but she had to check out a book for Herbology anyway, stupid essays. And if she didn't this would effect her grade substantially, and father would be furious. So she might as well step inside. It also appeared that Astraea was a complete foreigner to the library; she hadn’t even a clue of the Librarian’s name.

Naturally she didn’t know it, but she had a completely dense expression on her face as she walked up and down the aisles of book-filled shelves. Unknowingly she twirled a bit of her long blonde hair, it was a habit she had. Her face giving the aura of almost complete innocence couldn’t be more inaccurate about her. “Where in the devil’s name is it?” she muttered to herself, followed by a string of unnecessary curse words. Trey vaguely noticed a shadow also pacing on the other side of the book shelf, but she didn’t think much of it.

Alas! There it was! It’s large, black binding about the length of a Wizard Card in thickness. Its loopy emerald letters read the words, ‘World of Magic and the Plants Involved,’ the book she spent a great deal of time looking for, for her homework. That book also happened to be roughly five inches out of her reach. Astraea’s eyes flickered back to the shadow behind the bookcase, a smile spread across her face, a rather tall shadow. Slyly Astraea removed three books from the shelf so she was peering out on the other side; hopefully this figure wouldn’t find Trey a stalker. That was far from her persona actually.

“Oi love, care to help me retrieve a book?” she innocently bit her lip. And for a bonus it also appeared this shadow was male, how fortunate.

[ira edvard bludd]

From one of the windows overlooking the grounds of the school, Ira watched as the sun begun sinking into the horizon. His lips tugged up at the corners as he stretched his legs. It would be dark soon and that meant he could walk on outside freely. He wasn’t a stranger to concealing his true identity from muggles and mortals alike but to be surrounded by living, breathing humans was almost unbearable if he didn’t take a sip from the potion that was designed to curb their savage instincts. He patted one of the pockets of his robe, where he kept a bottle-full of that very potion handy. It wasn’t exactly his fault that his sense of smell was acutely sensitive to the scent of blood, was it? He’d blame Blodwyn for that. Ira chuckled at the thought. He never resented the fact that Blodwyn turned him into a vampire. Sure, he grimaced at the prospect of bursting into a pile of ashes if directly exposed to sunlight without the potion or if his head was chopped off but things like that were inconsequential compared to being given a second chance at life—or something like it.

Ira’s gaze swung to the grandfather clock on the other side of the room. A frown marred his pale brow when he saw the time. He supposed he should work on his Transfiguration essay, which was due tomorrow. He hated homework but Mila would never let him hear the end of it if he didn’t submit his homework on time so working on it now would be the better option. Ira unfolded his frame from the window ledge and loosened his tie and popping the top button of his shirt as he trudged out of the Common Room. He wondered, as he made his way to the library, what his ‘siblings’ were up to. None of them were in Ravenclaw with him and though he knew they could take care of themselves, he couldn’t help but worry that they might get into trouble one way or another. Ha! That was ironic, considering HE was the one who loved mischief the most. He stepped into the role of the elder brother as soon as Mila joined their family. It was like he’d suddenly gained a baby sister (well, ‘baby’ isn’t entirely accurate since Mila looked to be about the same age as he was but he was older nonetheless).

For a few minutes, Ira wandered around the library aimlessly. It wasn’t that he hated studying. He really did love learning, and being a vampire gave him the ability to stick around for eternity if he wanted to, so he could go on observing the changes that took place in the world as time passed as much as he liked. So many new things were invented; even a potion that enabled vampires to mingle with humans without revealing their feral side. Ira just hated being forced to take tests, doing homework and anything that required him to make an effort in school. Being judged through test scores is just wrong. Oh, come on, he has to sort through things he has filed into his memory for nearly two hundred years! That isn’t an easy task, he’d assure you. He almost always feels like he knows all the answers to a test and yet nothing comes to him. He hated that.

“Oi love, care to help me retrieve a book?”

He stopped mid-step and turned to the owner of the voice. There was a pair of pretty blue eyes staring at him through the vacant space between the shelves. He recognized her as one of the Malfoy girls when she moved her head slightly. They’d been in a few classes, together, had they not? She would have to be in the same year as he was… Ira flashed a half-smile before placing a hand on the rows of books above the small window, bending his frame a little bit so he could talk to the girl on the other side of the shelf. “At your service, beautiful. Which book do you want?” The Transfiguration essay was temporarily forgotten. It could wait a few more minutes, he shrugged dismissively. He never could resist flirting with pretty girls. And how could he ever say no to a lady who’d requested his help? No, it wouldn’t be very gentleman-like of him to refuse to help her.

[astraea demitria malfoy]

When he lowered his person she couldn’t place a name with a face, a first name at least. Blud…right? Or was it double-D? Bludd, yes that sounded right, in fact she believed they shared a few classes together. Oh yes, Ravenclaw, well not the best house - but runner up at least. She wondered silently if he knew her brother, but she didn’t voice anything. Why bring up one’s brother in such a possibly interesting conversation? She smiled delicately back, resting her hands on the ledge of their window.

“At your service, beautiful. Which book do you want?”

”Well, handsome, the book I require is on this side, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” she shrugged; a few formal words and flirting never harmed anyone. And she returned the compliment he had given her, it was only common courtesy. If that were so, if flirting was truly harmful, Trey would be dying in the Hospital Wing. Astraea blushed at his charm, it was so unlike her, being a Malfoy and all, but she was a softy for sweet guys. Not quite something she was particularly proud of, nor did she care to share with anyone else. Her blue eyes delicately looked him over, well from what she could through the small hole, he had a nice figure. And her eyes might’ve lingered over him for a moment longer than she had intended.

Everything about him was so old ages, had she known he was who he was she’d have avoided him most likely. But Trey was oblivious to most rumors that uprooted around school, seeing that a fair few of them were about her. But she vaguely listened to some about lesbians, a break ups, and the what not. Even when her friends spoke about other people incessantly she never showed interest in other people’s lives, Trey was normally too absorbed with herself… and other males about the school. She pushed a few of blonde strands out of her face so she could stare into his lovely eyes.

“It has large, cursive, green writing,” she pointed up to it, above her head. “Unfortunately my height doesn’t quite get me where I want it too.” she told him. Of course, why keep the innocence act going? He was a Ravenclaw, and probably knew her somewhat, and would know, or realize, she was far from innocent - miles away from that in fact. “I am in debt to your tallness.” She would have curtsied, but that would have been far over the top.

[ira edvard bludd]

He caught a glimpse of slender white fingers through the makeshift window. Ira knew it was rude to stare but she was scrutinizing him as much as he was so he looked his fill—or rather, as much as the small space allowed him to look at her. He often preferred brunettes because he found it a bit strange to be with a blond such as himself but pretty blond girls were still girls and setting up a flirtation was fun. His gaze flicked from her fingers to her face. Lovely, he thought with a smile. Too bad he wasn’t in the habit of getting involved with human girls, no matter how beautiful they were. Temptation, that’s what human girls were. That he should be keeping his true identity a secret was one of the reasons he should avoid romantic relationships with humans. Oh, there were rumors about them. His acute sense of hearing could pick that up even if he didn’t want to eavesdrop on such conversations. None of the other vampires had confirmed anything.

”Well, handsome, the book I require is on this side, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

Ira straightened and shook his head. “Never an inconvenience if I am of assistance to a lovely girl,” he assured her as he made his way around the shelf to stand a couple of steps from her. He’d have been faster if he wanted to. He rather liked being able to move as fast as he was capable of moving, almost like lightning if Giuseppi would say so. But it’d be very suspicious if he disappeared from the other side of the shelf and appeared on the other even if students here saw all sorts of magic acts all the time. Ira realized it was a mistake to breathe in the moment he did because a light flowery scent filled his nostrils. He resisted the urge to flinch not because he didn’t like the scent but because it was, mixed with the scent of blood running through her veins, a potent aroma. He figured it should be about time to have another sip at the vampire potion he carried around. He fisted his hands and shoved them into his robes before he reached out and touched her hair.

“It has large, cursive, green writing. Unfortunately my height doesn’t quite get me where I want it too.”

Ira tipped his head, searching for the book she described while he pondered her words. What was height when you could use your appearance to convince people to do your bidding? He’d seen the younger Bludd vampires employ that very technique when they wanted to lure someone into a trap. Hell, he’d even joined them on occasion. It wasn’t difficult when you were visually appealing to the human eye. No, he wasn’t bragging. While he didn’t have the allure that a Veela possessed, they had all the beauty they needed. Giuseppi wouldn’t like it if he knew Ira used the word beauty to describe vampires but even he couldn’t deny the fact that his appearance was like a rose petal: soft, smooth and striking.

“I am in debt to your tallness.”

“Ah, there it is.” He spotted the book moments later and reached up to pluck it from the shelf. He was taller than she was so it was much easier for him to get a hold of the book. Ira held the book out for her and couldn’t resist the impulse to bring his face closer to hers and touch a clump of hair hanging over her shoulder. “I normally ask for a kiss as compensation from beautiful girls but I’m mindful of my manners today so I will settle for a personal introduction for now.” He wasn’t really kidding when he said he normally asked for kisses but it would be improper for him to kiss a Malfoy right then and there. He’d probably receive a red mark on his cheek if he did so. He'd rather start this meeting off on a pleasant note. He knew enough to know that you don't upset a Malfoy without getting hurt.

Ira stepped back and smiled as he held out a hand, “My name is Ira Bludd. I’m in Ravenclaw.”

[astraea demitria malfoy]

When he arrived around the corner from the other side of the shelf, Astraea realized just how beautiful he truly was. Normally, men in her eyes were neither beautiful nor pretty, but for him it wasn't so. She usually viewed males as hot, sexy, or handsome; but Ira Bludd was plain ole’ beautiful. Had she been of lower self-esteem she would have felt jealous of the boy. Ira’s deathly pale skin was actually radiating, and his blue-grey eyes were just stunning. Wasn’t she awfully lucky? Such an amazing figure as well, truthfully, Trey wouldn’t guess he was a day over seventeen, not that she suspected anything of the sort. She removed her eyes more swiftly from his person this time and fixed her blue ones on his eyes, breath-taking, really.

“Never an inconvenience if I am of assistance to a lovely girl,”

“The girl you’ve assisted isn’t necessarily so lovely.” She stated, of course that was complete and total shit. She knew she was pretty, well Trey thought so at least, and she usually expressed this as well. However, from such a handsome man, she was almost fishing for compliments, which could be quite like her. Like all girls, she loved flattery, especially from the opposite gender. ‘Necessarily so lovely’ could also be the fact of her personality, she wasn’t exactly the greatest person on Earth, her persona was far, light-years away from lovely. But like she believed, Astraea had killer first impressions.

“I normally ask for a kiss as compensation from beautiful girls but I’m mindful of my manners today so I will settle for a personal introduction for now.” “My name is Ira Bludd. I’m in Ravenclaw.”

Astraea could have sworn Ira looked uncomfortable for a moment, but the next his uncomfortable-ness disappeared as quickly as she had thought it. She didn’t know it, but perhaps she shouldn’t wear body spray… She raised her eyebrow when he said his comment about kisses, how interesting; it wouldn’t have shocked her if he had actually received them from other damsels in distress. But a proper introduction was in order; it was the least she could offer it seemed. “Astraea Malfoy.” she shook his hand kindly while she had properly enunciated her last name. She figured he knew who she was, after all, she was Astraea Malfoy, and to a number of people she was notorious. Normally, one isn’t proud of their notoriety, but Trey was particularly pleased with it. “It’s a pleasure to make your … acquaintance Ira.” It took her a fair moment to find the words she was searching for; someone like herself wasn’t one to use formal language everyday. “Malfoy, of Slytherin.”

When he bent over and came close to her face, something about him made her want to kiss him. Well, besides his looks, it was like she was under some twisted spell, as if his aroma was personally entrancing her. Had it been any other stranger making jokes about kissing she would have stormed out abruptly… but something about him… Astraea bit her lip and sighed, whatever he was radiating off she didn’t like one bit. Well, she liked it so much; she just didn’t like it at all. Astraea took the book from his hands, “It’s a pleasure to make your … acquaintance Ira.” It took her a fair moment to find the words she was searching for; someone like herself wasn’t one to use formal language everyday.