Broken hearts and Like Minds (Christy and Marco)

Marco climbed the spiral stairwell to teh Ravenclaw towers. He was heavy hearted as he thought about the events since his arrival. The ministry was after his families fortune....which was massive, and he was basically trapped here at Hogwarts. At least the Headmaster had a good reputation as a fair man; even if a lot of the policies weren't quite understandable. Werewolves and Vampyre in the castle with the humans... he actually found something to grin about; a chance to battle with no holds barred... well that and that boy he'd met, Godric. His God.

He recited the answer to the riddle posed at this entrance and pushed through the portrait covered entrance. He climbed up and let the "door" slam back into place not really caring what anyone thought. He was disgruntled and confused. He did take a moment to look around sheepishly, turquoise eyes taking in the forlorn girl sitting in the chair, lambasted.

A diversion! He recognized her from the encounter in the Kitchens when NaLa had decided to escape and he had met God. Christabelle he said her name softly as he approached. He needed no explanation, his emapathy was on high alert; but he knew she needed someone to listen; who would listen and not judge or try even to fix, just hear her.

He pulled his red canvas converse off his feet and tossed them beside the fireplace where he would find them replaced by his bed in the morning by the disgusting if not efficient House Elves. He ran his hands down over his black skinny jeans and set on the floor near her feet. He tilted his head to the side and tugged at his body hugging red t-shirt, it had an emblem on the front of a Japanese charicter which said Seme, if anyone could read it. Talk to me, I'm here to listen.

Marco looked at her calmly, his face only concerned; that he was cold anc calculating was not an issue for the moment, he had a heart and he chose his moments to use it. All the same I offered to listen and you need to talk. Your aura is fifty colors of grey and black. Do you know what that means for you? Talking can clear a lot of the negativity, you might even find you enjoy the release. I promise I am capable of anything you have to share, and though I know you only have just met me, I assure you what you say will go no further than my ears, unless you directly tell me otherwise. A bit of fire crossed his eyes as he spoke, and his face revealed his honesty and fealty of his words. He would never give up another of his circle, and by some miracle she too had won favor from NaLa.

If she refused he would be foreced to share his own dilemma, for perhaps that would be the tradeoff, she could help him understand God... and he would be her confidant for the moment.

Marco watched transfixed as she spoke; first everything congealed darker black, but then he saw it shift...concern, love, connections; but protection overall. He would not want to know about their doings? They would never guess what he was capable of. He let it go for now, to interrupt even to interject would stop the paltry flowing of her thoughts. He could see how deeply she needed this, and he would take asll the time necessary to allow her to speak. Her words and emotions were sad, remorseful, yet still desperate with love. There was hope for the relationship, she just didn't know it yet. He softened his features appropriately for her to continue. He was almost sorry to hear the strain of her voice when she admitted the coarseness of the relationship he most was interested in.

He knew not to press for anything about Godric, instead he would be sowing seeds of comraderie and friendship. He never had many friends, but he felt she would play a part in his future. He composed his thoughts to address her direct question. He knew that any answer but honesty was a problem, so he answered with the truth. Usually I am one to find a weakness to exploit it, I am not one known for taking in acquaintences that do not benefit me. I see you as a powerful entity, as well as someone who could be a firm ally. I won't lie or try to placate you, I have found your plight truely intriguing. I do have a heart, and I know sometimes you give, because it will come back upon you. Karma, Kizmit, Fate... call it what you will, but I know that my being your confidant is a good thing. In my future I will look back and see this as a defining moment. I know not what the future holds, nor why, I just know this is truth. Also I am a man who follows what he sets his mind to do. I have vowed to listen to your story and offer you the solace of confidances shared. I will follow through.

To him it really was as simple as that. He had promised to listen and he would honor the promise made only to himself.

Marco's grin was the hundred watt variety, I wasn't very stealthy then, I shall have to work on that. But as for our pairing, it will be decided by Fate and nothing less. He interests me, and I know he is open minded to the option, but does he favor me? Time will tell. I apologize for sounding haughty, but to get into your good graces is not a counter measure to ensure his acceptance of me. Being your friend has it's own benefits, you have your own strengths and I would never overstep my bounds as anything more than a friend. I am truely Homosexual, you would have no truer friend. I sense a kindred spirit within you, but I remain your servant, of a sorts. I am nothing more for you than an ear to listen, and a voice of honesty. I would never lie to you, nor decieve you. NaLa already approves of you, and he has a better judge of person than any other being I know. I accept you as an equal, nothing more nothing less.

He looked at her poise and balance and he saw other options open with accepting her as a comrade, she would be a deft sparring partner. Stealthy and agile, truely a good choice. He said nothing further knowing that truths need be spoken only when necessary, otherwise they become flatteries and deviances. Instead he waited for her to resume a normal posture weighing just what her words meant to him. How did he feel about this Godric... that was a comraderie he would need to think long and hard about. With her it was easy and fluid. He accepted her as an equal. With Godric, an equal might not be enough, and it may be more than the other was truely willing to give.

Marco weighed her avoidance, she had not fully said what she had meant to just now but he decided that to point this out would be counter productive. She would say what she had meant when she was ready. Bodyguard,?He smiled at t he word, it was a joke surely, I might suggest you for mine, I think you rather unseemly to need one; daughter of a Prime Minister or not. I rather think you could hold your own againnst me or any other you chose to trifle with. His words were not meant to be rude, nor flattering. He merely spoke the truth to her, he knew that to do otherwise was wrong. He was no servant, and he wished her to understand this.

He paused for a moment before continuing, I will stand beside you to fight if need be, do not get me wrong, but I am not a man who fights needlessly as wasted energy is pointless. Depleting yourself in trivialties leads to lack of strength when needed. Whatever you might need protection from, you are not so weak as you make yourself to be; adn I full well know the dangers lurking in this castle. Creatures who roam at night, and not for mere sport but to hunt; and beings controlled by the cycle of the lunar orb. Mingled with the humans to turn at will. Kill or be killed, a pity this establishment has come to. His words grew dark and his tone deadly. He had revealed too much of his own animosities... too late to rebuke it. He had told her where he stood, now would she the same, or would she hide behind her "status." What was her real motivation, why was she conceeding to be his comrade? She knew he was Gay, she had just learned he would not subserviate himself to her, but would ally with her, and she now knew his views on the greater population of Hogwarts. Now to wait for her reply. He smiled in spite of himself, he had meant to only calm her, get her to talk adn now he had befriended her. What was becoming of him indeed!