tired (darren/stephen)

[orphan]

Jezebel wandered the corridors at night, happy for the opportunity to be relatively alone. The Head Girl badge gleamed brightly on her robes as she wandered through the dimly lit corridor. Jezebel yawned, then reached up to tighten her ponytail. The color was dull, instead of her normally shiny golden hair. Her eyes were dulled too, an obvious sign of her sleepiness. Jezebel yawned again, and didn't hear the footsteps coming behind her.

[forgetmenot]

Darren flexed his fingers in anticipation. He had placed his eye on Jezebel a while back. It had been a while since he had been able to "seduce" a female his age. Most of his morsels had been prisoners from Isabelle that she had allowed him to... play with. He was rather excited that he could do this, since he was a prefect. Plus, it was late. All the teachers and students were asleep. And almost no one would notice they were disappearing. It was a big castle afterall. He stepped from the shadows and, within a few strides, had caught Jezebel around the waist. "Hey beautiful," he hissed, bringing his lips to her neck. "Wanna play?"

((OOC: I was bored and figured that Darren could show his digustingly dark side, then Stephen could show up and either antagonize Jez more or help her out. Darkness is fun.... ))

[orphan]

Jezebel was caught off-guard as someone came up behind her and hissed menacingly into her ear. Her eyes widened, turning red with rage. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she hissed back, trying to push her captor away. She managed to turn around and see none other than the handsome devil Darren Richter. Jezebel frowned at him, placing her hands on his chest and trying to push herself away, but his grip around her waist was tight. "Let go Darren," she growled. Jezebel was used to boys giving her adoring glances. But she wasn't enjoying the look Darren was giving her. Like an animal devouring it's prey with it's eyes...

[forgetmenot]

Darren grinned, just holding Jezebel tighter as she squirmed. She managed to turn around in his arms and he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Come one now, honey, be nice," he replied, pulling her close and placing his lips upon hers to shut her up. There was an empty classroom close, if he could just distract her long enough to drag her in their, lock to door, and soundproof the room. He had done this plenty of times. And most of the time, he was able to either scare them into not telling anyone about his deeds, or, if that failed, Darren was an expert at memory charms. Darren began to slowly inch his way towards the empty classroom, one arm locked around Jezebel's waist, the other holding her wrists to keep her from fighting back too much.

[flint]

Stephen had seen enough, he had only ambled down the corridor a few seconds ago, but as it was his habit, had stopped to watch the scene unfolding. Two fellow seventh years, a Slytherin called Darren, and a Gryffindor, the Head Girl, Jezebel. Without thinking twice he walked straight up to them. Even with his views he didn't think it right for Darren to be practically throwing himself onto Jezebel, when she obviously wasn't appreciating it. "Leave her be," said Stephen, his tone quiet, but firm.

((OOC: Stephen will be nice for now, chivalrous young lad he is. Perhaps we should do some more Darren and Julie threading? I'm just bubbling with ideas, we could probably drag Seamus and Hyperion into it, lots of fighting and such, haha.))

[forgetmenot]

Darren turned, keeping his arms around Jezebel. He snickered as Stephen stepped from the shadows. "Well, well, if it isn't Flint," he sneered. He was a bit peeved that he couldn't have his fun. He leaned in close to Jezebel, his lips brushing against her ear. "Breath a word of this to anyone, and I will... finish this," he threatened. Sure, there were lots of things he could do. Maybe Isabelle would want to have her. With that, Darren released Jezebel, then walked towards Stephen. "Fine. Have it your way Flint. But, need I remind you who's side you are supposed to be on? Isabelle knows your father well, and I'm sure your little damsel over there would have delicious blood. I suggest you stay quiet," he whispered. And, with that, Darren fled.

((OOC: Sure, sounds fun))

[orphan]

Jezebel found herself being dragged away by Darren, but somehow her muffled cries for help were heard. Darren pulled himself away from her, and she turned her head to see none other than Stephen Flint. She was eternally grateful to him, and silently prayed that Darren wouldn't try to harm him to get his way. Jezebel cringed as she felt Darren's lips against her ear, and felt herself pale at his threat. For some reason, she knew he was not joking. Jezebel was released, and she sank to her knees, eyes staring blankly ahead. In her struggle, her ponytail had come undone, and her lifeless golden hair cascaded down around her face.

[flint]

Stephen rolled his eyes after Darren had left. His alliance was a murky territory, he wanted to join the Death Eaters, but scum like Darren kept him away. Conquering could happen without having to rape and pillage along the way. Of course, he wouldn't tell, he didn't have any friends to speak of, and he didn't want any ties of him to the Death Eaters, if only through his father, to leak out. No, he would stay on the good side of the ministry. He tentatively approached Jezebel. "Did he hurt you?" Stephen asked quietly.

[orphan]

Jezebel looked up at Stephen, her eyes cloudy. Tears were falling slowly down her cheeks. A lump had formed in her throat and she could only shrug in response. He would have hurt her a lot more, had Stephen not miraculously shown up at that precise moment. If Darren had managed to get her into that room, she would have been a goner. Jezebel opened her mouth to say something, and then immediately shut it after omitting a harsh, choking sound. She lowered her gaze to her lap, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Thank you," she whispered tearfully after regaining a bit of her voice.

[flint]

Stephen nodded, then held out his hand to help Jezebel off the floor. The gall of some people, doing an attack like that within the Hogwarts grounds? He had thought that the Slytherin had a bit more brains to him than that, but something about people comitting fully to being a Death Eater turned them stupid. Or at least far over confident. "Come to me if he ever touches you again, shit like him shouldn't be allowed anywhere near women," said Stephen, frowning.

[orphan]

Jezebel took Stephen's hand as he helped her up. Without really thinking much about the fact that she barely knew her rescuer, Jezebel leaned on him for support. She felt physically and emotionally exhausted, like the danger had sapped her of life. Her normally curly hair was lying flater on her head, it's glossy color dulled into an almost brown color, while her eyes were a deep blue from her tears. At Stephen's proposal that she come to him, she met his gaze and burst into heavier tears. "Thank you," she sobbed, leaning against him even more and throwing her hands to her face to cover her embarassment.

[flint]

As Jezebel started crying even harder, Stephen felt extraordinarily awkward, he never knew what to do when girls cried. He was only roughly acquainted with the Gryffindor, and he felt it would be odd for him to give her a hug, although she was obivously in need of some comfort. Finally deciding to stop being like a wall she was leaning on, Stephen loosley put his arm around her shoulders. "You look like you could do with some tea," Stephen commented after a moment. He would probably escort her to the kitchens, then walk with her back to her commons, just to be sure Darren wouldn't turn up again while she was alone.

[orphan]

Jezebel swallowed and flushed. "Sorry," she croaked, attempting to clear her throat. She was vaguely aware of Stephen's arm around her shoulder as the pair walked the long ways towards the kitchen. "Thank you," she mumbled again, trying to catch her breath. Jezebel sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes. Any sane person would be shaken after something like that, but she felt overly so. It was rather embarassing. "I pretty much owe you my life," Jezebel whispered, eyes traveling to the floor.

[flint]

Stephen nodded, keeping quiet as they paced down the basement hallway together. He could not help but think of Jezebel as fragile, he didn't think that most girls would be half as shaken as she was, especially since Darren hadn't gotten anywhere close to what could have happened. "You don't owe me anything, I only did what a decent person should do," said Stephen as he reached out and tickled the pear of the painting of a bowl of fruit. It chuckled and turned into the door handle, which he seized and allowed Jezebel to go in ahead of him. Immediately four house elves rushed forward. "Some strong tea for us," Stephen said.

[orphan]

Jezebel looked up and frowned at Stephen. Obviously, he thought of her as fragile. There was a doubting look on his face. She swallowed nervously, knowing that she needed to be stronger. She took a deep breath and managed a smile down at the four house elves as they scurried off to find some tea. Moments later, they had come back with two cups, and a rather large tea pot, and they proceeded to escort the pair to a table in the corner of the vast kitchens.