Sneaking Like A Champ

Sneaking Like A Champ

Sebastian Mikos
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July 8th, 2014, 5:16 am #1

Sebastian had gone out with some friends to celebrate on of their birthdays. What was meant to be a small gathering had turned into a bit of a late night drinking escapade. When they got kicked out of their second bar after Sebastian used force to stop one of his drunken friends from using magic, and they were deemed violent drunks, they found themselves stumbling down the streets of London. Most of them were tired, but Sebastian wasn’t. No. He had had a single person on his mind the entire time and that was Athena Clark. And he was perfectly inherited enough to do something about it. He convinced his friend to let him use his owl, one he knew to be quite persistent and timely, and get a letter to Athena. One that told him he was going to get into Hogwarts that night.

Which was exactly what he did. After getting to Hogsmeade it wasn’t all that difficult to get into the castle. He knew the secrets and he knew enough people that of the exceedingly few people he ran into no one gave him trouble. That and he was determined. Since kissing her, giving in, he had thought about it. He wasn’t sure what he should do, how he should carry on, but some alcohol in his system seemed to sway that decision. He found himself wandering the library hoping the librarian, who scared him a bit, wasn’t about. Although he seemed to be lucky and found no one. It did occur to him that he had given Athena no direction as to where he might be, but he hoped she’d find him. He had not been in the mind state at the time to think of these things.

So he sat on a table off to the side of the massive library. The time it took to formulate this plan and to carry it out did sober him up a bit, but he was still tipsy. When he finally caught Athena he sprinted towards her, “Athena!” He whisper yelled. Locking his arms around her. He was usually a classy drunk. He drank slowly or low alcohol content drinks, but not this night. This night he was a bit over the top. He hoped she wouldn’t mind, but he didn’t think she would.

He had realized he did really care for Athena. There was nothing not to care about. She was beautiful and vibrant. The only problem was her age. Which he was still stuck on, but not nearly as much as before. The kiss seemed to get his gears turning into a more productive fashion.
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Athena Clark
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July 9th, 2014, 11:33 am #2

Athena had been about to go find her brother. She'd heard through the grapevine that he'd seemed a little down lately and she wanted to do her best to cheer him up. He'd always been there for her through the years and she wanted to return the favor. She had been prepared for anything. Drinking, cuddling or yelling; she'd been prepared for them all. But just as she was about to make her way out of the common room, she'd heard some mindless third years chattering on about how some man had snuck into the castle rather horribly. He'd stank of alcohol and had wandered over to the library, where she'd heard he was now holding the vampire librarian hostage according to one student. But the other one had said that it wasn't the case at all, because the librarian had a hot date with the Care of Magical Creatures Professor again.

It wasn't until an owl knocked against the window that she really started to wonder what this whole person in the castle thing was about anyway. And when the owl had drifted over to her (after someone finally let it in) and had started hooting rather obnoxiously at her until she took the rolled up parchment that had been tied to it's leg. Then it hooted again, more pleasantly this time before flying off, not even waiting for a response. A quick scan of the parchment told her all she needed to know about the so called drunken intruder and she wasn't sure if she should start laughing or sighing at the news. So she did a mix between the two, put her alcohol away in her dorm room before making her way over to the library.

She found him sitting on a table looking a bit like a lost child and grinned despite herself at the cuteness of it all. And the look on his face as he spotted her was almost more than she could handle. She honestly couldn't recall ever seeing such a look of childlike glee on someone's face before. "Merlin, you'd think you were a little kid who'd just found his mother," she muttered, slowly returning his hug. She had to admit that aside from the obvious drunkenness, the hug felt nice. It felt different somehow, then she remembered how he'd been drinking again.

"Lowering your inhibitions I see," she quipped, pushing herself up onto the table. "Tell me Sebby, is alcohol the only thing that could bring us together? Because if it is, then I've gotta say that I'm not interested." No one should need 'liquid courage' to be with her; not when she didn't need it to be with them.

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Sebastian Mikos
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July 9th, 2014, 2:15 pm #3

Sebastian understood that he was a weird fellow. He was nerdy at heart, and a total Mama’s boy, but he also had a habit of waking up with strangers. He didn’t mind this, not in the least bit. He appreciated beauty and wanted to soak it in for all it was worth. But he had stopped himself with Athena. She was beautiful and fun and he didn’t want her to be a stranger, that and she was so young. She didn’t act young, not at all. and in this situation even drunk Sebastian knew he was being the child. But this had been a special occasion right?

He liked her hug. He genuinely liked it. He continued to grin even after it was over and he watched her jump up on the table and he resumed sitting there. “I found something better.” He laughed and lowered his head when she commented on his inhibitions. That was true. But his grin disappeared when she said she wasn’t interested and he pouted. “No that’s not it at all...”

Although that wasn’t true either. He was so caught up in trying not to be with her. He had kissed her, but that had been after some beers and now there was this. And he actually felt bad. So he grabbed her hand up in his. “Of course that isn’t it.” He reiterated himself. He had definitely calmed down since he originally had stepped on the grounds. A decision that was becoming ever more so clearly in his mind a bad one. He had wanted to see Athena though.

“You should be honored, that you’re the person I think of.” He grinned again, childishly. He was teasing her. He didn’t want to admit that this was the way he could get out of his head. He wanted to be with her, but he got so caught up that he couldn’t. He frowned again. Thinking maybe she was right. The irony was terrible. Stone cold sober he could approach anyone with no problem. Now there was a girl he actually liked being around for more than just a bit and he had to drink to express that.

He stared at the ground, his hand still locked in hers. He didn’t quite realize it, but as he ran what he might say through his mind he began to vocalize his thoughts. “I like you. A lot. Like a metric fuck load.” Liquor certainly wasn’t his drink in mass quantities, “I just get so fucking worried.” He really wasn’t into using a huge amount of curse words on a regular basis, but he was now. He shifted a bit. He was slowly realizing what he had said out loud and now he looked up at her, “Don’t be uninterested. Please.” He had actually never had to say that to anyone. Not that he wasn’t rejected, but it had never been a situation where he cared if he was or not. Maia hadn’t liked him, but he understood and they were friends. Things had always worked out that way for him. But he didn’t want to know he had fucked up with Athena.
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Athena Clark
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July 9th, 2014, 8:41 pm #4

Athena felt her frustration growing. Frustration with him and frustration with herself. She'd spent so much time dwelling on her feelings for him and her need to get them out that she hadn't even thought about how they were being reciprocated. And the fact that he only seemed able to reciprocate those feelings when he was intoxicated, well it was disheartening to say the least. And at the most, it was pretty fucked up. "How exactly is it not it Sebastian?", she asked more than a tiny bit annoyed.

"If I'm really something better then why do you have to drink in order to act on your feelings for me?" She couldn't understand it. How could he actually like her if he only showed it when he was drinking? What sort of relationship would they have if he could only show affection towards her by drinking? "I just don't understand you. You say that you like me yet your morals prevent you from actually showing your feelings unless you've been drinking and that's just not fair."

She wanted to believe that he'd grow out of this but she didn't know if he really could. Not when his morals had prevented them from becoming something more than friends for so long. Time had shown that to her. Nothing had changed before, so why would things change now? But she still felt bad. He was drunk and didn't deserve to be lectured right now. Maybe after he'd sobered up a bit. But then he'd said something that hurt her more than the simple fact that he couldn't show his feelings without intoxication. He told her that she should be honored that she was the person he thought of. "That's bullshit!", she exclaimed. "That is complete and utter bullshit. Do you really expect me to feel honored that you think of me? Boy are you barking up the wrong tree. If anything you should feel honored that I'm still talking to you right now."

She stared at their entwined hands and honestly considered dropping it and leaving. Her brother needed her more than she needed this. But there was something that kept her there. Her feelings for him were too serious for her to just drop right then. "I like you too Sebastian but I don't know if I can deal with this. You need to be able to act on your feelings without drinking. Or else I'm just not sure how we could work." She pulled his hand into her lap and stared at it for a few seconds. "I don't think I can be uninterested in you, at least not right away. But if something doesn't give soon..." She might be forced to.

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Sebastian Mikos
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July 9th, 2014, 9:54 pm #5

“It’s just...” Except the truth was that that was it. He couldn’t get over his shit unless he had been drinking. Which was ridiculous. Athena was amazing. Everything about her. He found himself staring at her. She didn’t seem like a child, not at all. She was technically younger than him, but he had never had a problem being around younger people. And personality wise, if he was being completely honest, he thought she might act older than him. He played at adult, but he basically did whatever he wanted. He got what he wanted. And that was exceedingly childish. The one time he was actually faced with a decision he had to grapple with he was too proud to actually think about anything past his first idea. Childish.

Sebastian wanted to argue with her. Tell her that he could totally tell her his feelings sober, but he hadn’t. There had been no proof of that. And the more upset she got the more he realized how much he must have been bothering her. And he hated that. He hated being lectured, but more so it was the fact that he couldn’t stand to know he had hurt her. He was going to say something, but then she got angry. He cringed a little. “I do feel honored.” His voice was quiet, like a pouting child. He was lucky she was still talking to him. He silently cursed himself for doing this.

He couldn’t talk for a moment and just stared at their hands as she pulled them into her lap. He looked down again. He didn’t like when people saw him sad. He put a lot of effort into how he looked, how he was perceived, and this was certainly not how he wanted this to go. When she trailed off he found himself just listening to his breathing.

“Athena. I don’t know what to tell you. I honestly don’t.” He wasn’t sure if it was the lecture or the sheer amount of time he had been intoxicated but he was quickly shifting from blissful drunk to sickening realism. Leave it up to him that he would get caught up in how much younger someone is only to have her be the mature one. He laid back on the table, still holding her hand for dear life. He couldn’t look at her, instead he stared at the ceiling. Wishing he hadn’t come back. But that wasn’t right either. Because then he wouldn’t have understood the way she felt. And he didn’t want that. “I don’t want to have to drink to feel like I can be with you.” He was afraid that with every word he was digging a deeper grave for himself, but he had to be honest. Even if he was drunk, she deserved that. “And for obvious reasons I can’t show you now that that’s the truth.”

And he let go of her hand. Placing it on his own stomach. Sebastian never expressed himself. His Mother knew a lot about him, but she was his Mother. Maia knew some things. He was himself with his siblings, but they were young and that simply meant having fun with them. He liked friends and he liked to be personable, but he kept to himself when it came to his feelings. He didn’t show his hand. And despite the fact that he really liked her, really truly liked her, holding her hand and trying to tell her how he felt was too much for him. It was reflex, and for the first time in his life something he saw as a flaw. “I don’t care that you’re sixteen. I just care about you. You are one of the best friends that I have known for a long time.” But his heart sank because even though that was the truth, he could smell the alcohol on his own breathe. And anything he said was null and void as long as that was the case.

He looked at her and wanted to kiss her, but didn’t. He just stayed laying the table, looking at her. But then he stood up and jumped off the table. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.” He took a few more steps, “I’ve wasted your time.” He left. Every step made him grimace. But he didn’t want to bother her more. He wouldn’t do it. He realized how much he cared so much for her. And even if he couldn’t express himself fully to her, he wasn’t going to subject her to any more of this.
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