Relaxing in the Common Room;; Open

Sterling's face reddened as Catalina smiled at him. His feet tingled and he felt as if he would lift off and start to fly. His insides did a small backflip and he felt his temple start to throb. Sterling scooted closer to Catalina.

Sterling was about to tell Catalina everything. He remembered Chase... the fact that she had taken a Muggleborn seriously could get her mother fired... but Chase hated him. She didn't care. Why should Sterling? Yet it still hurt to say out loud.

"Well, me and Chase... er, Chastity Moor. Do you know her? Well, we met on the grounds and met eachother again in an empty classroom. I fell in love with her... and she... well she said she loved me too. We started meeting frequently alone in the Room of Requirements... she didn't want to go public because of her parents," he began, the words spilling out one after the other.

"Well, one day I saw her on the grounds being attacked by two Death Eaters... I rushed at the one that was performing the Cruciatus Curse on her..." Sterling started, a surge of hate for that Slytherin enveloping him [[OOC: lol, how ironic]]. "I got hit by Sectumsempra, and I passed out, I..." his voice faltered. "Failed her. Then Thomas twisted my emotions and made me... made me want to be stronger by using the Dark Arts. I went into a coma for a few days. I woke up, and Chastity had found somebody else. After that short of a time." Sterling said.

"So now, I'm training with Thomas. And the Dark Lord knows of me... and now if I left..." he started.

"How can you help me?" Sterling whispered, edging even closer to her, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe how open he was being with this stranger so soon after St. Mungo's.

Sterling smiled and drew his attention to his hand. His stomach flipped, his hand tingled and heart accelerated.

"Yeah, well, Chase has a habit of leading people to think untrue things about her." Sterling said coldly. Sterling frowned at the second question.

"I'm not entirely sure... I think it was a Slytherin girl," a surge of loathing welled within him. "But I never got a good look at her, I couldn't tell you." he said.

Sterling thought of the cold, merciless, ugly cackle. He shuddered at the thought. "Not if she was talking... but I would recognize her laugh," he said. "Evil." he managed to mutter in description.

Her eyes seemed to draw him in. He felt himself wanting to lean closer, to gaze deeper and more intently into the eyes... there was something tantalizing about them... Sterling could quite tell. Unconsciously, he got closer, squinting toward them. Her eyes seemed to beckon him inward... his stomach frothed and boiled. Butterflies started batting their wings against the size of his stomach. He tried to stop them but they kept coming.

Sterling backed away a little. "I don't think almost insane is the right word. I would go with absolutely and completely insane." Sterling said, laughing a little, although it wasn't a laughing matter.

"Do you know who all the Death Eaters are?" Sterling asked her.

Sterling smiled at her. "That really does make sense. Very smart." Sterling said. He continued smiling his usual uneven smile. "I don't really feel threatened by her anymore," Sterling said. "As long as I have," he lowered his voice and whispered in her ear. "The Order's protection,".