"Mmmmm." Simone, a Seventh Year Ravenclaw girl, had lost herself in Kendall's eyes. Or so it seemed. The boy was merely satisfying his taste for intelligent girls. This one had helped with his homework, like all the other Ravenclaw girls that were rewarded with his loving after that. Intelligence, power, they were major boners for him, so were pain in other people. The first two were easier to look for, though. After all, to have the third one was to be allowed to someone's private party, or to be the perpetrator of the pain, of which he would have to go to the trouble to cover his tracks. It was certainly not as easy as just looking for pleasure with witty girls. He liked, above all, to render them into a speechless mass for him, to watch intelligent conversations falter in the haze of pleasure. Such power came from that. Simone was his latest pet from Ravenclaw. She was decent-looking, very intelligent, and she was obsessed with him. What could be better? Unlike the lack of privacy in the library, the classroom for Muggle Studies was much better. Not many people would wander into a classroom after class hours. Besides, Simone had suggested it, muttering about how the Professor was not in her office.
It had all began as a conventional session of doing some homework together. Kendall had got some readings done, while Simone had told him the answers to his Divination homework, a subject he could care less about. Besides, he cared more about her, not her as a person, but her as an instrument for his pleasure. Of course, she was not privy to his thoughts. She was duped, like the others, into believing that he cared. After all, Kendall liked to have his toys love him before he played with them. It was not fun when they had less attachment to him. There was no art in that. Unless, he was the one with the emotions instead, which never happened. He had bigger things on his mind. They were merely tools to lay off the stress that came with being a Rookwood, poised to become someone even more effective than Augustus himself.
The deed was done, leaving both boy and girl happy, for very different reasons. Kendall had whispered the sweet-nothings that were needed, but which were already as familiar to him as his own name. Simone was very pleased. She had ruffled his hair, played with it, and hugged his face against her chest, as if he were some precious little puppy of hers. Kendall relished the affections, and merely grinned and smiled, as if for a camera. And then she had left, returning to the safety of her dormitory, while he remained in the classroom, lazy to make the trip back down to the Slytherin Dungeons. Kendall reached for his knapsack, brought a pack out, and lit a cigarette. He was still lying on the tables that they had joined together to lie down on. His robes were strewn on a chair near him, so were his pants, and then the shoes, on the floor, just below him. For decency's sake, Kendall had swivelled so that he was sitting up, with his legs dangling a little from the side of the tables. They did not have to dangle however, since they were long. Soon, Kendall had slipped on his briefs and aligned a chair in front of him to rest his feet on. He continued to smoke, lazily.
Suddenly, the door of the classroom flew open, but Kendall did not jump to cover his nakedness. He was used to such situations. He stared, calmly, at the intrusion. The door had swung to a close, and Kendall eyed the girl who had slipped into the class, literally. When he realised who it was, he smirked in amusement, trying to hold back the laughters at the way she had entered. After all, with the way she looked, laughter did not seem to be a good thing to effect in the room. Despite his presence, she had not noticed him. Instead, Roxi had snuck into a corner, not as if she hid from his view, but she went to the corner at the end of the classroom, and was ... crying? Kendall took a drag of his cigarette, a habit he merely did socially, and allowed the exhale to come out slowly, enjoying it.
"You look like you need some of these," He broke the silence, and waved the packet of cigarettes that he had, before grinning at Roxi. While he had only known her briefly, Kendall never really saw the girl around. That one time that they had spent alone was a short one, and nothing happened besides some flirtation. She was, after all, a Gryffindor. Everyone knew a Weasley, too. His membership in the popular Slytherin group was always something to be considered before he let himself loose on anyone. Then again, it was all a contradiction. Kendall had known people in the group to do things absolutely not expected of them. He had kept those knowledge like pawns on a chess, waiting for the calculated moment of revelation. Besides, he had done so many things that they would not approve either. It was, really, all a ball of contradictions.
Kendall was not embarrassed about the little clothes he had on. He got off the table and stood on the ground comfortably. He threw Roxi a wink, before putting the cigarette between his lips. Then, he reached for his pants and slipped them on. Once that was done, Kendall reached for the white uniform-shirt, and donned it lazily too. He made no explanation of why he was undressed, not that he would need to since Roxi had a bit of a reputation herself. Besides, he did not have to account anything to her. Too lazy to button up, Kendall brought the cigarettes away from his lips and exhaled. He began to walk to where Roxi was, and ran his hand through his hair, as if it was any effort to take away what Simone had ruffled up. Soon, he had sat himself down beside the Gryffindor girl. Kendall turned to her and grinned.
"If you're looking for trouble, you came to the right place." He teased, and then he offered the pack to her, a lighter ready in his other hand.
by Roxanne Avery Weasley Tue Sep 06, 2011 2:28 am
