Sevvy Time!

cecilia's outfit

Cecilia woke up around noon. She put on a purple shirt with a panda that said ‘I Heart Nerds’ and a panda on it. She also where a pair or long jean shorts. Her sandals matched her shirt. She had a peace sine on a purple rope like string. Her earrings where purple, she wore a matching ring and bracelet. He had her hair back in a pony tail.
Cecil walked out of the dorm going down to the common room then out into the hallway. She walked down to the ground floor and wondered where she would go. “what to do what to do?” she said to her self as she stood in the entrance hall.

It was still cold in the dungeons in the morning. A breeze that had no doubt seeped through the walls from the Black Lake danced across Sevastian’s bare back that morning. The buttercup and coal covers had fallen down around his waist leaving his pale back exposed and so when the air cut across his skin, he began to stir. It was a slow process at first; he gave a small moan and rolled over onto his back. His hand reached up and he scratched a patch of skin underneath his breast bone before falling back into slumber land once more; where he was unreachable until another bout of air tickled his skin. This time, Sevastian gave a louder moan and rolled over once more; though the difference this time was that his eyes flickered open.

He heard the chatter of his dorm mates and he looked over to see Eric, Liam, Ricky and Graham playing cards. It looked as if Eric and Liam were on the same team from the way Liam was slumped against the former’s chest. He was the first one to see Sevastian awake and he smiled and waved lightly before reaching forward and flipping a few chips onto the pile in the middle of the boys.

Sevastian rose soon after and took a shower after giving a few pointers to Ricky who had set himself up to lose the hand. Sevastian emerged some ten minutes later to find that Ricky had lost the last hand and the one before that when Sevastian had left him. With a smile, Sevastian gathered up his books, his runes and his wand before pushing his feet into his shoes and wishing the boys a good day.

Sevastian was on course for the Entrance Hall. He had decided he’d skip lunch today. He was intent on finding a good place to study out on the grounds and maybe even peruse the newspapers he’d picked up in the Common Room. However, when he got down into the Entrance Hall, he found his cousin – Cecilia.

Now, Sevastian’s opinion of Cecilia had always been better than his opinion of Elijah who, from Sevastian’s point of view, seemed far too self-serving for his own good. Sev liked Cecilia because she was a little more pure of heart than her brother – and she was far more innocent. Thankfully they were the same age – a rare feat considering many of his first cousins were either older or younger than him. To think that he had a third cousin the same age was something of a relief. It was also a relief to see her and he stopped before her, a light smile on his face. Perhaps, he thought, I’ll bid her good morning before I enter the grounds.

“Good Morning, Cecilia.” Sevastian cried happily, his smile widening. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked at her happily, mirth lighting up his face. “I’m just heading out into the grounds,” He informed her. “Are you heading to breakfast?” He inquired, quirking an eyebrow at her.

Sevastian's Outfit

"Sevvy!" Cecilia said a smile appearing on her face upon seeing her cousin, "good morning." she gave him a quick hug. it have been a while since she had seen Sevastian. it had been so long that she couldn't remember the last time. "breakfast?" she asked ," no i don't normally eat. I was just trying to figure out where to go. The grounds must be beautiful this morning." she crossed her arms over her stomach. "How have you been?" she asked still smiling.

Cecilia always liked Sevvy. she just seemed to get along with him than some of the other Krum’s. he wasn't like the rest of their cousins.

It was customary for one to return a greeting so it wasn't surprising when Cecilia's face lit up and she exclaimed 'Good Morning' back to him. Sevastian hadn't however been braced for the hug that she gave him. Sevastian fumbled with the books in his arms and he gave a squeak but managed to embrace Cecilia - even if it was only with a single arm. Sevastian giggled and ducked out of Cecilia's embrace, taking a couple of steps back to get his bearings once more. He cleared his throat and smiled before running a hand through the front of his white-blonde hair. He swallowed and looked about his self before his eyes came back to Cecilia – just as she started speaking.

Sevastian took in her words and he was unsure whether or not he was supposed to be concerned by her lack of nourishment. He frowned a little but accepted it all the same as he hugged his books back to his chest. He cleared his throat again and reached up to grasp his throat. He frowned again and probed the skin, deciding he was going to get a cold soon – or at the very least a cough. He dropped his hand and wound his arm back around his books with the other before cocking his head towards the doors that lead out into the Entrance Courtyard.

“I’m heading out into the grounds; do you want to accompany me?” He asked before adding. “Me? I’ve been fine – and yourself?”

"Would you mind?" Cecilia asked it was her odd way of saying she would like to join him I’m going out into the grounds. "You ever thought about getting a knapsack or something to carry all of those?" she asked pointing at books for a second. she her self didn't go anywhere with out her own bag full of stuff. "I've been okay i guess." she said shrugging "I mean it hasn't been any different than normal." she looked at the door and smiled a little more. She pulled her pony tail over her shoulder well tried but it didn’t work to well.

(the spell she had cast on it to make it blonde wore off but its still shoulder length.)

The Pureblood dance was something that both Sevastian and Cecilia were well versed in. To passers by that had not been brought up in similar households to theirs, their language was outdated and entirely too formal for their relationship. This though, was just how they communicated. Her response was what was to be expected and Sevastian shot a sideways look at her, mirth shining in his eyes. He chuckled, his bell-like laughter filling the Entrance Hall, and readjusted the books in his arms. He blew a strand of his white-blonde hair out of his eyes and bounced a little on the balls of his feet. He shot another look in Cecilia’s direction and this time he paused to take her in.

“You’ve done something with your hair.” He stated, a confused little smile lighting up his face. Sev moved his books again and this time flicked his head to the side, sending his hair back over his shoulder. He jumped some more and bounced past Cecilia, excitement welling up within him just a little too much. He pushed open one of the grand doors with his shoulder, the hinges giving a full audible groan, and gestured for her to follow. “Don’t worry about bags! We haven’t got all day, Cec! The wind is just right and animals must be everywhere! Come on!”

And with that, Sevastian ran out into the open air; the fresh Scottish air.

“Yeah for a while it was blonde..” Cecilia said quietly, “though not quiet as blonde as yours.” she giggled as he bounced around. Soon he was headed out the door and towards the grounds. “Sevvy!,” she called after him running slightly to catch up with him, “Mind waiting for me?” she asked rolling her eyes. She didn’t mind the way he was acting it was nice to be around him. She spun around her arms spread out and her face turned up to the sun. “such a beautiful day!.” she exclaimed almost falling down though she quickly regained her balance.

As if to prove a point, to show Cecilia just how blonde his hair really was, Sevastian focused his magic and made one half of his hair a rich chocolate brown – the same colour her hair was. He grinned playfully at her, the smile lighting up his pale face. He laughed and whirled around before catching Cecilia’s hand and drawing her to him. He smiled cheekily and caught her lips with his, his slightly smaller, thinner lips moving gently against hers. He broke apart gently and leaned forward, nudging her lips with his once more before winking and springing away, hopping down the path towards the covered bridge that would take them out into the grounds. From there, Sevastian broke into a run, his laughter flying out behind him with his hair.

“Catch me if you can, Cec!” He shouted behind.

“Hey!,” Cecilia called running after Sevastian, “you can’t just run off like that! Again!.” she fallowed him wards the covered bridge and out into the grounds. Catching up to her cousin she put a hand on his shoulder. “Can we please stop running now, Sevvy?” she asked, “pretty please with a cherry on top?” her hand slipped off his shoulder as she stumbled to a stop. “I’m going to stay here then!” she called to him and sat down crossing her legs like a little kid would in what their teachers would call criss-cross-apple-sauce or Indian style. While she sat there she lifted her hands to her lips. After a few minutes she was up again fallowing Sevvy to where ever he was headed.
The whole time Cecilia was chasing Sevastian one thought was running though her mind. Sevvy had kissed her. “Oh my God,” she thought over and over again. He hadn’t done anything like that in a long time. Not since the first time. There was a burning tingling sensation where Sevvy’s lips had been.

Perhaps Sevastian had been wrong to kiss Cecilia. In fact, he knew it had been wrong of him to have done so. Krum Family Politics shouldn’t have extended to her; or any of the females for that matter. Sevastian wasn’t sure when that rule had changed. It had always been alright for the males to pursue and bed the female cousins but it could never be the other way around. Suddenly though, word had been passed through about the Spanish side getting frisky with some of the Germans and the Danish getting touchy-feely with the Swiss. It was truly amazing just how diverse their family was. What intrigued Sevastian was just how careful the head of the family, Cecilia’s father, was with the politics. His rules generally were to not let the paps (paparazzi) find out and to not get the girls pregnant. Other than that they had to make sure they got checked out for viruses every so often and they were free to do whatever.

Sevastian had always been consciously aware of his cousin, and the effect the girl had on him. However, it wasn’t his place to take her as his. Their dynamic didn’t work the same way Elijah and Harry’s did. Elijah and Harry’s was about need, about lust, with undercurrents of love. In fact, Sevastian would have put money on the idea that it was all love; that they were in love with each other – but with their lives separating the way they were, no one had the right.

Guilt coursed through Sevastian – as well as fear. What if Elijah found out?

Blanching, Sevastian whirled around and looked at Cecilia. He watched the way she ran her fingers across her lips and although the urge was there, he did not go to her. He’d kissed her. It had been all together a bad move and he now regretted it. Their encounters in the past had been much of the same. Stolen kisses usually at Cecilia’s request. She was the diamond; the apple of Viktor Krum’s eye. Sevastian wasn’t to have her. There was a reason the girls weren’t meant to be the pursuers – because they were meant to be pure on their wedding nights.