strangers make the best confidants.

You do the crime, you do the time. The place where you can find the bad kids all the time and the good ones when they slip up- or feel like having a little fun.

strangers make the best confidants.

Landon Hastings
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Feb 3 2012, 07:52 PM #1

  • Balthazar Harkonen was a terrible person. Well, that's not entirely true. He was just doing what he was supposed to be doing as Head Boy, and that was enforcing the rules. Not that Landon had broken any rules, of course. No, Landon was a good boy. He didn't break rules and sneak out to have a night time walk to clear his head. No… he simply bent the rules and had stayed out past curfew. He went walking right after dinner and had spent the evening out on the grounds, walking through the deep valleys that pockmarked the land around the castle. He didn't have a watch, so losing track of time was something that could easily be a viable excuse if anyone had asked him about his late return. But then, Balthazar Harkonen wasn't just anybody. After being chewed out extensively by the Head Boy, Landon had been assigned a detention with the Head Boy alone. Great. That's what he wanted. Landon had heard a lot about the snake's detentions. He'd heard rumors that Harkonen tied students up with chains and threatened to attack them with curses and hexes that were surely banned within the castle. All that had led Landon to be quite excited about the prospect of having all the time in the world to spend with him. It would be downright cheery.

    As stated before, the Hufflepuff wasn't one to outright defy authority and arrived in the detention hall right at 7:30, just as Harkonen had told him to. The Badger entered the room, looking around. It was empty. Of course. He'd heard a rumor that a Gryffindor, Wesley Cotter, had rebelled in class somehow and caused quite an uprising. Kieran had told him about it a while back. Since then, Landon assumed, Balthazar must be doing detentions individually in order to quell any rebellions that may arise. The badger dropped his backpack next to the only desk in the room and sat, waiting for the Head Boy to appear and tell him what his detention was. Hopefully it would be something interesting, at least. Lines were so boring and made it hard to play guitar or piano the next day because his fingers got so sore. Maybe he would just get to sit here, thinking of ways to talk to Wyatt about the letter from Serefino.

    That was another thing. He didn't know what to do about that. Kieran told him he should just hand Wyatt the letter and let Wyatt do whatever he would do with it and hope for the best. In all reality, this was the best plan and that's what he would probably end up doing. Sighing, Landon crossed his arms and stretched his feet out in front of him, slouching slightly in the seat. Maybe Balthazar forgot about the detention and wouldn't show.</li>
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Feb 3 2012, 10:54 PM #2

Landon wouldn’t have to wonder if Balthazar would show up; he was already there. Seated at the professor’s desk, he was busy writing a paper for Defense Against the Dark Arts—NEWT level, of course. His quill was scribbling away in the night, hand pulling his words across the page. His mind seemed wholly invested in his work, making him uncharacteristically oblivious to his surroundings. He remembered he had given someone detention, and he remembered he told them to be in the room by 7:30, but he neither remembered who specifically he’d given detention to, nor what time it currently was. He was more concerned with his thoughts on some counter curses to some very nasty spells; spells Zar likely had already learned to use; some even non-verbally. Balthazar was very glad his teacher never asked him why his papers tended to go into deep detail about the practice of certain dark arts, like necromancy, when he hadn’t any experience with them. If this idea, that he was a naive student playing with forces he didn’t understand, was dispelled, he was sometimes concerned he might not be a student at Hogwarts any longer. Luckily this was not the case, and his papers were filled with just enough admiration for their counter measures that he didn’t come off as the mad scientist type. He wasn’t mad, and not quite a scientist unless he was in potions, which was an entirely different can of worms. God forbid his potions professor ever ask him how he’d learned half the horrible draughts he knew.

His attention on his paper was broken when the shuffling of feet actually ended, and a flash of blond entered his peripherals. He turned his eyes upwards from his paper, looking over the edge of the desk at the face in the empty classroom. “Oh, is it that time already?” He lifted his head and gazed at the clock on the wall. “…You can leave at 9:30.” A two hour detention session with nothing in mind for the detained to do. He could sit there and be silent for all Zar cared; actually, the Head Boy preferred it. He pulled at the collar of his black sweater, showing the white shirt beneath it; apparently writing intensely by the dim light of a few candles was a hated task, causing the snake to get hot around the collar. He went back to focusing on his work, finding that the word he needed for the sentence he had in mind to be absent from his brain, which was horrible for someone like Zar who prided himself on being one smart cookie. His quill seemed to just sit in place for a moment, Balthazar’s bottom lip pulled into his mouth for his teeth to nibble at while he brain worked hard to pull the words he needed from the recesses of his memory.
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Feb 4 2012, 07:00 PM #3

  • Landon hadn't even seen the Head Boy practically laying down on the desk in the front of the room. In his defense, it was a large hall, and the desk he currently occupied was about fifteen feet from the desk Harkonen sat at. Zar's head poked from around the book pile and glanced at the clock, informing Landon that he had until 9:30 to sit and apparently do nothing. Well, that was a nice change. He'd expected lines or something of that sort. Still, sitting for two hours and not doing anything was going to drive him nuts. Instead of sitting idle, Landon reached down and pulled out a sheet of paper and a quill. He began scribbling across the page, writing words in short phrases that could potentially become the lyrics to the next melody he wrote. The silence of the room was broken only by the scratching of both student's quills and the occasional sniff from Landon or cough from Balthazar. After about five minutes of overwhelming boredom, Landon put his quill down lightly and simply stared at the Head Boy across the room.

    Zar was attractive, there was no denying that. Not as good looking as Wyatt was, but then nobody was as good looking as Wyatt was in Landon's eyes. Still, the badger could appreciate the classic handsome the snake possessed. A strong jaw line, bright blue eyes, the perfect, chocolate shade of his hair… yes, the boy was attractive. It was too bad, really, that someone as attractive as Zar could have such an unattractive personality. While Landon didn't know Zar on any sort of personal level, he did know quite a bit about the reputation the boy held. If Zar was a bit nicer, Landon could easily see himself getting along with and even possibly liking the Head Boy. As it were, however, the Badger knew better and was perfectly content to sit by and let Balthazar be his attractively pompous self.

    The Head Boy stopped writing for a second, seeming to be at a loss for words on whatever paper he was writing at the moment. Landon couldn't help but smile as the snake nibbled on his bottom lip, almost exactly like Landon himself did while trying to write a piece of music and hitting a block. Well, if he had to sit here for two hours he could at least have someone to talk to.

    "Lost for words?" the badger's musical voice echoed through the hall. The hard stone walls of the room bounced the sound back on him and for a second Landon heard himself again. "I know that look. That lip biting. Try going back and reading the last words you wrote, sometimes that helps me."</li>
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Feb 5 2012, 01:17 AM #4

Balthazar had a patience issue, something he was something that had been getting better, but nothing he was actively working on. His patience wasn’t a problem for him; it wasn’t something he had to adjust. Instead, people adjusted to him, or they ended up suffering the consequences. It was very simple. But, his patience had been getting better, perhaps as a result of age and wisdom, and Landon had the opportunity to reap the benefits of his more enduring disposition. If he didn’t, Zar might have thrown a silencing charm by now. His concentration was broken, and his eyes lifted to Landon, mind remembering the sweetness of the silence as if it were a lost lover. Another stint of silence took over as Zar simply paused and looked at the Hufflepuff. Offering advice to Zar as if the Head Boy wouldn’t solve his own problem in time—this guy must be some kind of stupid, or so bored that he was willing to subject himself to the uncivil reputation of the so called “Slytherin Prince”. “Prince of Darkness” had slipped into his reputation at one point as one of his many monikers, but that one was simply laughable. It was so corny and cheesy Zar was likely to give a kiss and a tender hug to a mudblood before he accepted that one. So, Zar took in a deep breath, blue eyes still fixed on Landon, and then resumed writing.

He didn’t say anything about following Landon’s suggestions, though he did. He read over his sentence again, and suddenly the word he needed appeared to him. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, though the sentiment was quickly suppressed, and Zar checked on Landon to make sure the Badger hadn’t noticed. Landon Hastings. Zar knew him. They were in the same year. They both played quidditch. They were both beaters. However, as far as Zar could tell, he had no amazing academic record to speak of, he wasn’t the most talented wizard, and he apparently was a musician. Zar played the cello out of some misguided desire to make his father proud. That was years ago. Zar still played, but he would never be a concert cellist, and he had no desire to be. It simply…was. That in mind, the two had a number of things in common—a number of things they could use to begin building some kind of nauseating friendship, but Zar had no interest in that. Their differences, superfluous as they were, were enough to keep them apart in terms of any kind of camaraderie. That in mind, it would be rude of him to simply start lashing out at the badger, and so he held his tongue. His blue eyes broke from their point on Landon and went back to his paper, ignoring whatever inclination he had to be a real git. Landon should have counted his blessings; Zar was being uncharacteristically cordial.
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Feb 5 2012, 01:51 AM #5

  • It seemed that Balthazar was just going to ignore Landon. The Head Boy simply looked at Landon for a moment, acknowledging that he'd spoken. That was a start, Landon guessed. The Head Boy didn't respond, though, and for a second Landon didn't think he'd actually take the badger's advice and try. To his surprise, the Head Boy hesitated a second and then a look of surprise came to his face. A small grin came to Landon's lips as he recognized that look. The moment when you find the perfect word you were looking for. Landon couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at the sight. Zar glanced again, as if to make sure Landon hadn't noticed he'd taken the advice. The grin on Landon's face was sure to inform Harkonen that he'd noticed. The badger simply shook his head and picked his quill back up, letting the nib scratch the paper gently, leaving small scribbles along the margins.

    "Told you." he muttered, eyebrows raising as he accentuated a random scribble and dipped his quill again. His tone wasn't really condescending, but had an air of superiority in it. It wasn't meant that way, of course. Landon didn't think himself better than nearly anybody. It was hard for him to come across as pompous, but somehow he had. Maybe it was Zar's personality permitting the room. The sense of superiority that Balthazar Harkonen gave off was almost intoxicating. It was like a double edged sword. On one hand, it simply boosted Landon's interest in the boy. Made him hard to reach, almost hard to get. On the other hand, it made him almost detestable. The badger brought his gaze back up to Balthazar, trying to decide which was a stronger feeling. It was hard to hate him without knowing him. It was hard for Landon to hate people he did know. No, Landon couldn't hate Balthazar. He may be a jerk to people, but he'd yet to show that side of himself to Landon.

    "So. Quidditch." Landon said, breaking the silence again. His arms somehow were at his chest now, crossed in a bored fashion. At some point he'd stopped scribbling mindlessly and just stared at the other seventh year. His blue eyes searched for the Head Boy's own, trying to catch any sort of reaction, even a flicker of acknowledgement that the badger was there. After all, this was detention. Shouldn't the Head Boy be watching his detainees?</li>
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Feb 5 2012, 02:20 AM #6

Zar was a superior wizard by all accounts; his wand was on the desk, and he was more than ready to grab it and react to anything Landon did in a timely fashion, so that was one reason he didn’t have to keep his eyes fixed on him. Furthermore, Landon didn’t appear like a complete idiot, so trying anything with the Head Boy should have been the farthest thought from his mind. Zar was writing a paper for Defense Against the Dark Arts—he would love an opportunity to test some of the dark arts mentioned on Landon; surely the Hufflepuff could guess that the Slytherin was the kind of person to do something like that, and hopefully that would be all the deterring Zar would have to do. Zar’s reputation was all the insurance he needed. But, his reputation didn’t appear to be enough to keep the Badger silent. Once again he spoke, dredging up the topic of quidditch, something Zar hadn’t thought about in months, and breaking the precious, precious silence. He turned his head and glanced towards the clock, expecting to see that an hour or something had passed, because it hadn’t been long enough before Landon was talking again. Zar’s eyes sat transfixed there until disappointment set in, and then they fell back down to his paper, and he closed his eyelids, hoping that when he next opened them, Landon might be petrified or something. There was a very clear look of irritation on his face, and it was just enough to make him want to jinx the Badger. But, patience remained, and he suppressed the desire, instead glancing towards the badger for all of a second with something like a lazy “are you serious” expression. It lasted a second, and then it was placed squarely back on the paper.

Zar thought that would be the end of that. Landon did not want to piss Balthazar Harkonen off. Surely the badger was devoid of social cues, and surely he could recognize the obvious one that had been pasted onto Zar’s face for that fleeting moment. Furrowed eyebrows began to rise, and his face softened again. His mind was back to the task of analyzing his current subject of study. A hand lifted off its place on the edge of the paper and scratched at the back of his head, sliding down till it was cupping the nape of his neck. There was no problem with stress, save for the stress of Head Boy, which was once again beginning to get to him. He should have liked this job a whole lot more. Perhaps it was the fact that he wasn’t tormenting anyone, just letting them sit there while he worked. That was probably it. Still, his focus shouldn’t have been so easily broken. He’d had problems with worse in the past, like when he is actually dealing with unbearably annoying people, like Wesley Cotter. He’d survived that; this should be a walk in the park. He needed to remember that spark he felt the first time when he took the job. It wasn't out of sight; it was well within reach. For whatever reason, these thoughts started him on Blyssenor. Random.
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Feb 5 2012, 02:42 AM #7

  • It was apparent to Landon that Balthazar Harkonen was incredibly skilled at remaining silent. This was strange, because from what Landon knew about the Head Boy, he was quick with his tongue and wit, always with something to say to shoot someone down. It was strange to think of how much of the boy's reputation was outright fabrication. Maybe if there had been other people here, there would have been some snappy retort on Zar's tongue, but alone, one on one, he was silent. Landon continued to survey the Head Boy as he glanced at the clock. It was useless, it was barely even 7:45 at this point. The time seemed to be crawling at a monumentally slow pace, inching along without a care in the world. Landon's eyes were finally met, but he didn't get the sense that Harkonen wanted to talk about Quidditch. The look Zar gave him was one of utter boredom. Landon pursed his lips and dropped his gaze, looking around the room while Balthazar simply went back to his paper. They fell into silence again.

    From this distance, Landon could barely make out the title on one of the spines of the books sitting in front of Zar: "Defensive Magic and it's Counterparts". So Zar was writing some sort of Defense Against the Dark Arts paper. The subject was interesting enough, but Landon had a feeling that someone like Zar was probably more interested in the Dark Arts side of the topic. Still, knowledge was knowledge and Landon could value that. Landon looked at the clock again: 7:50. He let out a loud sigh, accenting it with a throaty groan and stretched his arms up over his head. He watched as the Snake rubbed the back of his neck. He seemed stressed out about something. Probably Head Boy duties on top of school. Merlin knew that Landon was dealing with his own school and it was hard enough not having to sit here and do this every night.

    "I don't know how you do this every night." he said, once again cutting the silence in the room. "I mean, even when I was Prefect, I never gave a detention. It seems like too much work. Almost stupid, really, because the person who gets to sit and watch the offenders is in a sort of detention too." He was rambling now. Landon didn't like silence; his musical mind was always running with some sort of song and that's how he liked his surroundings too. That's why he liked just about everyone. Usually, someone had something to say to break silence. He assumed Zar would just sit there again, so he continued. "Defense Against the Dark Arts?" he said, leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk. He clasped his hands together and brought them to his mouth, surveying the Head Boy over his entwined fingers. "Girls like smart guys. Guys do too." Almost offhandedly. How could he be so easy to talk to? Zar had showed little to no interest in him and Landon could easily talk for the remaining hour and a half; Wyatt was dating him and they had issues talking for any extended period of time. He supposed it was part of dating someone who wasn't comfortable with themselves. Balthazar seemed more than comfortable with himself.</li>
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Feb 15 2012, 07:55 PM #8

Balthazar was utilizing his ability to focus while also using his ability to be calm and patient; the focus was for the sake of of his work, while the calm and the patience were for Landon’s sake. He was entirely too close to getting his lips cemented shut. It seemed his glacial gaze was all that it took for the Badger to shut up, and for a moment longer Zar was once again happy, his mind refocused on his paper and his work; work that was note nearly as important to him as he made it out to be, but his impeccable work ethic and grades were promising, and it would be a shame to see all his work suddenly go down the drain because he couldn’t focus during a decidedly quiet evening. Yes, Zar knew Landon Hastings to be a relatively popular individual, but he didn’t know him to be a chatty Cathy. Hopefully he’d learn to control himself for the duration of the detention session, yawning, stretching, and groaning aside. Zar had to resist the urge to yawn himself. It was a fact that yawning was contagious.

If Balthazar knew Landon was sitting in his seat watching him and profiling him, he might actually test him to see what he’d learned. If he discovered a little too much, he might think he was a legilimens or an empathy, both of which were easily dealt with but… who would think Landon Hastings would make Zar split his attention to protecting his mind? Certainly not the Head Boy. Still, it was readily apparent that the Slytherin was thinking hard, seemingly about his paper, but as human nature tended to dictate, the mind wandered, and thoughts of homework often mixed with thoughts of other problems, and points of stress. Balthazar’s stress related problems were surprisingly few but what they lacked in numbers, they made up for in magnitude. His head and his heart were at odds with each other, and while he wouldn’t admit it, the power of Head Boy was starting to get to him, and not in ways one would expect. “Responsibility” and “duty” were starting to affect his judgment. He felt he could, in some part, blame Lydia Elderwood for this, but the majority of his blame could go to Blyssenor Wright, who continued to plague his days after their outing in Hogsmeade. Even now, with his eyes on his paper, he couldn’t help but think about that day. He’d read the same sentence five times, and by now he was starting to get frustrated with himself. But Zar was the kind of guy who turned his frustrations on other people as opposed to taking responsibility for his actions. Landon’s decision to open his mouth again made him the prime target.

“I don’t usually have any problems,” he said, his Irish brogue running from his lips and echoing into Landon’s ears, eyes closing before setting themselves on Landon, “students are usually silent, making my job a lot easier.” It seemed that Balthazar had finally given into Landon’s incessant need for human interaction. Zar was clearly upset about it, but now Landon had his attention, and whether or not he would like it… well, that depended on whether Zar’s reputation decided to make an appearance. Zar closed the book in front of him loudly, and then set his quill down inside its ink well. He adjusted the book and his papers so that they were perfectly aligned. Icy irises turned onto the clock on the wall; it was only 8:00. They still had an hour and 30 minutes left. Landon had that hard a time. Time had barely elapsed. This too irked Zar. But he didn’t show it. His face, albeit contorted with an unpleasant look of irritation, didn’t show anger. Landon’s off –handed comment about girls and boys liking “smart boys” got a glance; out of the corner of his eye Zar looked at the fellow seventh year as if he were not another seventh year boy, but some inappropriately sexual teacher smacking themselves on the ass with a meter stick. The look, however, was not one of disgust; if Zar was disturbed, he kept that well hidden as well. Instead, his sideward glance was completely blank; stoic; void of all emotion, and in his mind there was no question that Landon had just passively hit on him.

“Is that right? Is that a confession, Hastings?”
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Feb 19 2012, 04:25 AM #9

  • Landon wasn't quite sure why he kept pushing Balthazar to talk. It was pretty clear that the Head Boy didn't care about what Landon was doing and didn't want to talk. Still, the badger pushed on, prodding the snake with questions and attempts to start a conversation. He was running out of ideas, though. He was good at talking to people, but normally they spoke back to him. Zar's unwillingness to answer was quickly forcing Landon to consider asking about the weather, the most cliché topic anyone could talk about ever.

    Finally, the Head Boy's steely demeanor broke, and he answered one of Landon's multiple questions. His voice was quite soothing, and Landon's expert ears picked up the rises and falls in the Irish accent. It made him feel at ease, even though the Head Boy was clearly becoming annoyed with him. The Snake's words brought a small smile to Landon's lips, knowing full and well that he had hooked Balthazar. He would talk now. Even if it was just to berate Landon for talking so much, he would speak. Maybe that would make the time go faster, and he could get out of here already. He wanted to go find Wyatt, to hear the Lion's deep voice and feel his warm, rough hands. Sure, Landon thought that Wyatt was cheating on him. Or had cheated on him. But he still loved the boy. Yes, after this session with Balthazar he'd go find Wyatt and they would do things that could be considered illegal in some places and then they would just lay together and relax. But for now, Landon needed to focus on Zar.

    "I'm not the usual student. I mean, I didn't even really do anything wrong, but I came to detention anyway. I'm sure I could have gotten out of it if I'd just explained myself to the Head of Hufflepuff, but I chose to come here." Landon said, meeting Harkonen's blank stare with his own. "Some would call that masochistic, given your reputation, but I saw it as a chance to get to know the real Balthazar Harkonen. Not many people can say that they broke the Head Boy's attention long enough to have a conversation, let alone a civil one." Landon grinned again, tapping his fingers lightly on the desk in a quick rhythm.

    "Confession? I have nothing to confess, Balthazar. It's not really a secret that I prefer men to women. You're attractive enough, but sadly I'm taken at the moment. You'll have to wait your turn." What was this cocky, charismatic guy that had taken control of Landon's lips? He wasn't that type of person in the least. Sure, he was proud of himself, but nobody had ever called him arrogant or anything. Yet, here he was, flirting dangerously with the Head Boy of Hogwarts. Deep down, you might find that this was his simple way of getting back at Wyatt. Even if he hadn't cheated on Landon, the Lion wasn't willing to openly admit to a relationship with him and it was quite frustrating. So instead of fighting with Wyatt, he flirted with Balthazar. Wyatt would feel guilty about the way he'd treated Landon and things could only get better from there. Flawed logic, yes, but logic nonetheless.</li>
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Feb 24 2012, 11:32 PM #10

Having a conversation with Landon Hastings was somehow grating on Balthazar’s nerves more than when the slytherin was trying desperately to ignore him. It was likely in the tone of his voice and the way he took Zar’s reputation lightly. If anything the Hufflepuff had heard about Zar held any actual water, then the conversation they were having wouldn’t have come up. People who knew things about Basalisks, for example, wouldn’t stand around poking it with a stick. On the contrary, they would be running as fast as humanly possible. Landon was playing with fire, poking and prodding at Zar to get him to do something like he wanted to test out everything he’d heard about him. He was hard headed, and needed to witness Zar’s unsavory personality first hand. The Slytherin was very tempted to just let him have it, and for a moment that showed in his face. Why not just throw caution to the wind and give Landon what he was begging for? Had he mentioned masochism? This was definitely along the lines of it; he was purposefully putting himself in harms way just to see what happened. He was like a child playing with fire; he was like the child who put their hand over the flame just to see if what they’d heard was true; the fire actually burned.

There are also a hint of cockiness in his voice. That was nothing new, and yet it annoyed Balthazar nonetheless. Every student who thought themselves brave or bold thought that putting on some arrogance and some bravado might give them a fighting chance with him. It did the exact opposite; if they wanted to survive the encounter, they got on their knees. Challenging him in a contest of arrogance? Not the smartest move. And Landon was using it poorly anyways. The Badger probably got by making macho heterosexuals feel uncomfortable. When they lashed out, it was a sign of latent homosexual desires, and then he made himself the center of those likely fabricated desires. Well..perhaps it worked with most, but the badger was reading Zar all wrong. Zar wasn’t most, and this ploy of his wouldn’t work. Not in the slightest. But, Landon wanted to play, and with half-hearted chuckle, Zar decided to indulge him.

The Sytherin stood up in his seat and grabbed his wand. He put it in the back pocket of his grey jeans before he slipped from behind the desk and towards Landon. He turned his head from side to side, loosening the muscles in his neck before extending his arms up and out, the bottom of his shirt and sweater rising up just enough to show the forest green waistband of his boxer-briefs, and a glimpse of his treasure trail just before it disappeared behind his shirt again when he put his arms down. Landon had already admitted he thought the Head Boy was attractive, which, in Zar’s experience, was watered down for the sake of being faithful to whoever he was seeing and not coming off needy or losing this game they were playing. Flirting was a game of subtly, and Balthazar knew he could get away with his revealing stretch without any problems. His eyes eventually reset themselves on Landon, a different kind if intent behind his glacial irises. And then he sat down at the desk next to Landon. Turned to face him, he laced his fingers in front of his chest and settled in.

“I never wait my turn,” he started with a cocky smirk on his lips that lasted all of a second before he went straight-faced again. One moment it looked like he might actually find Landon interesting, and the next he was bored again. “You get two questions, and then I get one. You two, me one. I’m giving you two questions because you’ll need the handicap.” Balthazar, being the manipulator he was, knew how to ask the right questions. He doubted Landon even knew where to start. “So, what do you wanna know, aye?”
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Feb 27 2012, 07:04 PM #11

  • It was quickly becoming clear to Landon that Balthazar's reputation as a arrogant, holier-than-thou individual was all just rumor. Sure, he wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but he seemed like he could actually be a pretty cool guy if you got past his outward corse demeanor. Of course, all of this nice guy stuff that Harkonen was displaying could just be a ruse that could come back to bite Landon in the ass later, but he wasn't thinking about that. No, Landon wasn't the type of person that focused on the negatives of somebody. You could call him an optimist, really. He sought out the good in people and focused on that instead. Sometimes, that ended badly for him, like with Seth all those months ago; other times it turned out great, like Wyatt. It was those people that it turned out well with that became his closest friends, and those people that he loved the most. But Balthazar… he could go either way. The reputation the boy had didn't sound very promising, but the boy was being so… kind? Was that the word? No… tolerant. He was being tolerant, despite his reputation of being a pompous prat. And that was what Landon was focused on.

    Of course, focusing on Balthazar's personality when his face was right there, staring at Landon. Add to that his legs, arms, and chest and the Hufflepuff could barely manage to keep his attention focused on the boy's face. The Head Boy stood and moved around the desk, popping his neck from side to side. Somehow, Landon had a feeling that Zar was doing this on purpose, playing up the fact that Landon already admitted he thought the snake was attractive. Whatever. Landon liked the show he was getting. The raised arms and brief exposure of the area just below Balthazar's navel shot endorphins through Landon's brain. The green boxer-briefs, the small amount of hair leading below… it all excited Landon and brought a grin to his lips. And now he was sitting next to Landon, cutting into him with those blue eyes quite unlike any Landon had seen before. Balthazar spoke, his voice seemingly deeper and more seductive now that he was so close to Landon. It was probably that way because Zar was trying to make it that way, but again, Landon didn't care. He liked it.

    "Two questions. Hmm. Let me think." Landon said, mind kicking into overdrive. There were a thousand things he wanted to ask the Head Boy. Was he gay? Was he single? What was his favorite subject? Did he have any siblings? Home life? Hobbies? He felt like he had the better side of the bargain because he got two questions, but now he had to limit himself to just two. He took a breath, calming his mind and focusing on two.

    "Okay. You seem rather… ambiguous with regards to interest in people. So my questions both pertain to that. First, what interests you about people? To be more clear, why do you chose to be friends with the people you are?" Landon asked. "My second is a bit more personal. Again, regarding people, what interests you… romantically? What draws you to a person in that way?" The questions were simple enough, Landon supposed. If he knew what sort of people Zar liked, he would know a bit more about the type of person Zar was himself. People tended to befriend people like themselves, common interests and whatnot. Asking indirect personal questions like those could potentially tell Landon quite a bit about someone. Well, we'll see.</li>
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Feb 28 2012, 10:34 PM #12

Landon couldn’t yet say for sure what was and was not true about Balthazar; he couldn’t yet differentiate what was rumor and what was not. Some of the rumors that circulated around Hogwarts were that Balthazar functioned just like a snake; patiently waiting till it was time strike; fast and lethal; vicious and with fangs packing potent venom. As far as Landon knew, Balthazar was just playing nice for the time being; biding his time till it was most opportune for him to strike. This was undoubtedly the case in Balthazar’s mind. The Slytherin was simply waiting for an opportunity, or maybe even a reason to strike. Of course, the sudden manifestation of Landon’s bravado was more than enough to make Zar want to drop him down a peg, it wasn’t yet a really amusing offer. Balthazar did it all the time to other people, so now he was just waiting for Landon to make things interesting. He wouldn’t have much of a choice in the matter once Zar got to ask his questions, and lying to the Slytherin was a pointless venture. Still, while Landon had the stirring wheel, or at least thought he did, he imagined he would work hard to try and get to the bottom of Balthazar Harkonen’s personality; find out as much as he wanted. Amusingly enough, he did exactly what Balthazar thought he would. His questions weren’t particularly difficult to answer, and yet they weren’t difficult to avoid either. That was the game, after all. Zar intended to learn more about Landon in this time than Landon was likely to ever learn about him.

“What interests me about people? You could ask me anything and at all, and you want to know what kind of people I find interesting.” He laughed. After a moment spent composing himself and formulating an answer, he finally spoke, eyes locked on Landon’s. “People with minds I don’t easily crack interest me. People who see past the need to use bravado as some kind of method of dealing with me interest me.” Both responses were truthful, and yet more than telling of how he currently felt about Landon. If it wasn’t obvious, Balthazar saw through the ruse he was using; that confidence used to bolster defenses and prepare him for the conversation. He knew Landon well enough to know it wasn’t natural for him. While he may not have been weak minded, or easily bullied, he didn’t through his confidence around like he currently was; it was unnatural for him to lose control of his confidence and watch it creep into that dark area called “arrogance”. “Arrogance” didn’t quite suit Landon, and perhaps Zar was working off some preconceived notions that Landon was a “nice boy” who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he felt his assessment was spot on. Right now Zar wasn’t talking to Landon—he was talking to the character Landon had made to deal with Balthazar, and he saw that clear as day. “Now romance? I thought you said you were taken.”

While he used humor and sarcasm as a means stall while he thought, it didn’t take a lot for him to think about what really attracted him. What was unnerving was who he thought about. Blyssenor. He thought of her and he saw someone strong willed; someone who made him try his hardest, and at the same time didn’t make him try at all. With her things became natural, and he couldn’t tell at what point things stopped being a game and became authentic. When he thought of Blysse, and what interested him, and what he found attractive, he thought of: “someone who won’t take my shit.” His admission was surprisingly genuine. It didn’t derail his plans to manipulate Landon, and it didn’t necessarily open the doors to the core of who he was. It was just an honest answer that Landon would have to decipher by himself. He could take it a number of ways. For him to know the true meaning, he’d have to know exactly what Balthazar’s “shit” was.

“My turn,” he said, leaning forward slightly, pulling his wand from behind him and placing it on the desk before resting elbows on his knees. He played like he was mulling over a question, eyes searching Landon’s while making some kind of connection; searching his face, and, on some level, searching his mind. “…What does it take to make you happy?”
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Feb 29 2012, 01:40 AM #13

  • Landon was surprised at the Head Boy's reaction to his question. He'd thought it was pretty insightful and interesting enough. Clearly the Head Boy thought there were more important questions that should have been asked first, but Landon disagreed. He would get to know Zar… somehow. He listened as the boy seemed to speak genuinely enough, but part of Landon felt like it was a jab at him personally. Was this Balthazar's way of attacking him? Calling him simple minded and chipping away at his confidence? Sure, Landon was putting on a bit of a show for the Head Boy, but simple minded was a bit off base. Landon was smart, level headed… but Zar didn't think so. That simple fact nagged at him, sat in his mind festering away like some sick tumor. Why did he think Landon was easy to crack? Harkonen didn't know anything about him. He didn't know about Wyatt and he didn't know anything about what kind of person Landon was, other than whatever rumors he'd heard around the castle. Those tended to be on the good side, so even those couldn't possibly tell Zar about any issues he was having. No, the Head Boy knew nothing about him, and his offhanded accusation that Landon had an easy to crack mind was ridiculous. Zar's next words angered Landon a little bit. Of course he was taken. Did that mean that he couldn't ask? The Head Boy said that he'd answer whatever questions Landon asked. His commentary and snide remarks could be omitted.

    "I am taken." Landon said curtly. The Snake had managed to frustrate him with just a few quick words. To imply that Landon would even consider doing something like that to hurt Wyatt… wait… wasn't he sitting here, working against his urge to jump on the Head Boy and start taking his clothes off? Maybe Zar was right… maybe he did, subconsciously, want to do something that would make Wyatt feel the way Landon was feeling. No. This was a natural urge and Landon was controlling it. Wyatt had acted on it, and that was the difference. He took a moment to think over Zar's response. What did he mean 'take my shit.'? Maybe the way Zar got under your skin and made you angry with a few words was the shit he was referring to. Either way, the snake's words answered the question, albeit rather ambiguously. This left Landon just about in the same position he was in before his questions - absolutely clueless about the Head Boy. He'd managed to answer and avoid the questions altogether. Now it was Landon's turn to answer, and he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to avoid answering quite as tactfully as Zar had. He just didn't have all that much to hide. He was okay with himself and willing to let people know him.

    "Happiness comes in a lot of forms for me, I guess." Landon said, meeting the Head Boy's eyes. There was something about that blue that just… did things to him. He blinked and looked back to the front of the room, avoiding Zar's gaze as much as he could. "A good piece of music is always appreciated. Good food, too. That smell right after a good rain, when the grass is just damp. A good horse ride on the grounds. But if you want things pertaining to people, I'd say someone who cares about me enough to really make things good between us, you know? Someone who wants the best for themselves and doesn't just sit around, waiting for life to give it to them."

    Shit. Now he had to come up with two more questions. He thought fast, blurting out the first things that came to his mind.

    "What's your family life at home like?" and "Do you fancy anyone at the moment?"</li>
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Feb 29 2012, 08:34 PM #14

If Zar was getting underneath Landon’s skin, then he was being himself, and he was doing it well. The way Landon responded with a touch of irritation was a giveaway and when he averted his gaze to avoid staring Zar in the eye, that too was a sign the Slytherin’s magic was working. And it was working well. They hadn’t been talking long at all, and Zar could see it in Landon’s face—see the questioning thoughts circling about his head, see him doubting himself, and see him struggle with controlling himself. There may or may not have been Legilimency at play here. The eye contact was Zar’s window in, and when Landon broke it he made seeing more difficult, and yet the legilimens had seen what he needed to see to be able to move forward with his ploys. Again, Landon had broken eye contact, but Zar moved his head to try and keep it, face and eyes focused on keeping Landon looking right at him. It helped that Balthazar’s face was very easy to look at; it helped even more that Landon was attracted to him and he wanted to look at his face…and perhaps some other things, but the position of the snake’s body purposefully limited what Landon could see. What was in his face was Zar’s face, and what was captivating were his eyes.

It was an amazing cliché Zar was playing on. Using his already alluring eyes to increase the likelihood of eye contact with people. It brought whole new meaning to trope; “windows to the soul”. But what the Head Boy was doing with his eyes and doing to Landon was unknown to the badger, and all he could do was try and fight as best he could. Time would tell how effective that was. It was almost unfair the game they were playing. Landon thought they were on an even playing field. The situation was quite the opposite; Balthazar held all the cards and of course Landon didn’t know it. His answer to Balthazar’s question brought images to mind, and told volumes where Zar’s answers had only offered more questions. It occurred to Zar that dominance was something Landon liked in others; he said ‘someone who wants the best for themselves and doesn't just sit around, waiting for life to give it to them’ which Zar simply took to mean “assertive”. Wasn’t Balthazar all those things and more? His answer brought a small smirk to his lips, a devious element brought to the playing field of Zar’s numerous expressions, and it lasted until Landon began asking him questions again. It didn’t appear that Landon had learned from his last go around, though the second question admittedly stirred some concern in the snake. He did not break eye contact, and yet his mind did.

Zar broke from the conversation for just a moment as his thoughts roamed to Blysse. Zar could have strangled Landon for asking that question. But, as opposed to giving any ground, Zar responded quickly, making it clear that Landon wasn’t making this very difficult for him. “I’m the poster boy for “daddy issues,” he replied jokingly, though he failed to elaborate further. That answer was more than befitting, he thought, and he even gave up a little information. More than he’d wanted to, but it was far from a game changer. “Yes.” Balthazar’s choice to answer simply ‘yes’ to the second question was nothing without the slightly lustful gaze he was giving Landon at the moment.

“What would you do right now if you were going to die tomorrow?” The questions Zar was asking were purposefully designed to make Landon think. Hard. Any answer he gave without sighing or inserting a series of ‘ums’ was ineffective. Zar thought he was very successful here. He found himself enjoying this. It was likely because he foresaw this ending badly for the badger. But, he couldn’t tell the future, so he would leave it all up to his whims.
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Feb 29 2012, 10:00 PM #15

  • Balthazar's question hung on the air for a split second before Landon's replies filled his ears. It was a simple answer, one that took no effort whatsoever to respond to, the words coming to his lips effortlessly. "I'd take the guy I'm with home with me, introduce him to my parents, and spend the time I had left with the people I love the most. My parents, my little brothers, my boyfriend…" A list quickly formed in his mind, the major people he'd bring with him for his last night alive. The names came from his mouth like a flood. "Kieran Sawyer, Lydia Elderwood, Schuyler Sutherland, Brydon Wilkins, and Blyssenor Wright. The five people, save my boyfriend, who mean the most to me. Those people would stay with me and make sure I was comfortable and happy until I went." This was no answer that needed thinking about, no sighs or ums. Landon was sure he would want that, no questions asked. If Balthazar was playing the same game Landon was, that answer would tell him a billion things about the badger. The importance of family, of friends, of love. Everything he had come to know as himself revolved around those relationships.

    As he thought about Balthazar's replies, Landon realized that the Head Boy was simply playing a game, baiting Landon with the idea that he had any sort of control over the situation and then throwing it in his face. He sat back in his chair, pondering Zar's replies. By comparison, the words from the snake's lips were barely a thought against Landon's tirade of emotional eloquence. Still, though, the simple answers Landon was receiving were more than enough to get things rolling. If Balthazar thought that a simple 'yes' was going to get him out of answering more about it, he was wrong. Landon had firepower now, something to pick away at and question. He may not be an accomplished ligillimens like the Head Boy, but he damn sure knew how to pinpoint things and pull them out for his use. He knew exactly what he wanted to ask next.

    "My turn, again. First, tell me about your father. And none of this one word bull. Why do you have issues with him?" He said, picking his next words carefully. He decided to go simple, a question that couldn't be played off by some one worded answer. "And two: Who?"</li>
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Mar 5 2012, 07:13 AM #16

Zar had been throwing things back in Landon’s face for some time now. Zar was making it clear that he saw straight through Landon’s bravado, though as time passed, the badger seemed to realize this slowly, and his fake hubris slowly dissipated. The deeper Zar’s questions, the deeper Landon’s answers; the deeper his answers, the more sincere he became. Balthazar may not have been the easiest person to like, or even the most reasonable, and his virtues may have been odd at best, but he valued honesty in others. His life required he spin lies, but when honesty counted, especially when he’d made the deal to be perfectly honest with Landon, he expected the same. Zar was candid despite his evasiveness towards questions; while he didn’t give full disclosure, he gave complete honesty. Landon should take advantage of that and appreciate it by not trying to combat Balthazar with Balthazar. Still, this didn’t mean the Head Boy liked Landon Hastings; it meant the Head Boy appreciated him being Landon Hastings and not some boy working his machismo in an attempt to stand on equal footing with his current opponent. Hastings would never be on equal footing to begin with, but the bravado was the worst possible angle to play.

“I can’t tell you about my father because I don’t know enough to tell, and “who” isn’t a proper question. My turn again.” Zar was quick witted; quick to respond; words flew out of his mouth like machine gun fire. There was barely a second elapsed after Landon got out his final word before Balthazar was relaying a calculated answer to him; one he’d had in his head for mere milliseconds. His next question was just as quick to leave his mouth, as had been the analyzing of information to come to it. “You’ve mentioned your boyfriend three times; four if I count when you mentioned being taken, but never his name. You only say “my guy” or “boyfriend”. That says you don’t want to say his name, or can’t, which means he’s either imaginary or in the closet, and seeing as you don’t seem the type to be pathetic enough to make up imaginary people, I’m going to assume he is in the closet; deep in the closet. You’re attracted to masculine guys; guys with confidence who are also ambitious. A guy like that would either be out and proud, or closeted and extremely careful about that information getting out. This is the cliché part where I ask “am I warm?”, but I’m not gonna waste a question on that because I know I’m hot.” Balthazar’s hubris was pouring through in full now. There was no filter or gate to hold it back. One inference after another shot like curses from his wand. Landon had no idea what he’d gotten himself into, and yet he wanted to know. Zar was showing him.

“Now, I could probably run down a list of names and cross reference acquaintances in my head, but I don’t really want to guess who it is you’re dating. Too many variables, and I don’t have that kind of patience. What I can say is that your relationship is strained. I can see it in your face. What gets me is, if you want someone who cares about you enough to really make things good between you, AND someone who wants the best for themselves, why are you dating this closet case and not someone like—I don’t know—me?” It was at this point that Zar’s mischievous smile, an expression few got to see, reared itself and tugged at the corners of his lips. He leaned forward, the distance between himself and Landon lessened in one motion, and simply stared into the badger’s face, icy irises forcing eye contact if possible. Balthazar didn’t want Landon to turn away; he wanted him to look straight into his face, and tell him exactly what he wanted to here. Zar had posed his question after a lengthy analysis, and all he wanted now were to see the fruits of his labor, and to see Landon recognize those fruits, and instead of resist them, see Zar’s skills and tactics as wholly superior, and simply give into it. He didn’t want Landon to just give in; he wanted Landon to feel like he had no choice but to give in, and then do so.
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Mar 6 2012, 04:00 AM #17

  • Landon's face contorted into a frown at Balthazar's response. It was half assed and not even a real reply, to be honest. He tilted his head slightly and crossed his arms over his chest, pursing his lips as Zar's question reached his ears. If Zar wanted to be sneaky about this, Landon could be sneaky. He could show Balthazar that he wasn't just some dunce who answered things honestly when asked. He had tact too. "Not so fast, Harkonen. You didn't answer my questions. Not knowing enough means you know at least something about him. So tell me that. And if it wasn't a proper question, I get to rephrase it and ask again. So, Who is it you're interested in? Because if you're going to dodge all my questions like that, I can dodge yours too. I don't have to tell you anything, I'm choosing to because I enjoy learning about people and you seem like a decent guy, despite your hideously repulsive reputation." Landon said, turning his entire body to Zar. He was getting frustrated now, talking and not really hearing his own words as they flowed from his mouth. "Maybe this is why people talk about so badly about you. You're unwilling to even let anyone remotely close to you." He huffed and shook his head, dispelling the anger that was building up behind his words.

    He didn't know why he was so angry about Zar's inability to answer questions fully. Maybe it had something to do with Wyatt's inability to commit to anything serious - and public. Both boys were incredibly attractive, and seeming great guys, but had a major flaw that caused them to disguise themselves and discourage people from getting close. Normally Landon could work around this sort of thing, because he was relentless and overly friendly. He was an optimist, always searching for the good things in people. But Harkonen and Rowle were causing him issues that he didn't like. He sighed, uncrossing his arms and scratching at the desktop in front of him. Zar was staring at him now, he'd said a lot about figuring out who Landon was dating. The badger turned his head, meeting Zar's icy gaze with his own blue eyes and spoke.

    "I respect his privacy. That's why I haven't named him. He's asked me not to openly say he's with me to allow him time to come to terms with everything he's going though. I understand that and respect that." Landon said, his jaw still tight from clenching his teeth in frustration at Zar. "What I have with him isn't strained as much as it is just difficult. Not being able to say the things I'd like to him in public or hold his hand or whatever is frustrating. But I know that it's worth it, because I know the real him. I know what he's really like and that's enough for me. He's on his way to becoming the person he needs to be, and I'm willing to wait for that." He contemplated his words as he scratched away, bits of old wood chipping away under his fingernail. "And I'm not dating someone like you for multiple reasons. First, you're not gay. At least, not by public opinion. So even if I was interested, I wouldn't have a shot. Second is exactly what I just said - you don't let people close to you. I doubt you have any true, honest friends that know who you really are. I couldn't be with someone who couldn't be honest about themselves with me." He broke the gaze, looking down at the groove his finger was causing in the desk. "Besides, you said you were interested in someone. I highly doubt that person is me. So again, even if I was interested, you're a lost cause."</li>
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