#Ⅲ. “nice for what” / LAUREL.

[silaszabini]

WHO: @laurelacosta WHERE: classroom 3c WHEN: mid-morning

There was an almost maddening sense of boredom than ran through Silas’ veins, a thrum that physically manifested itself in persistent eye rolls and shoulder shrugs. Of course it wasn’t logical, Silas was buried under enough work to send them to an early grave, yet the hollowness still persisted. It had only been a few days, was their rational originally, so of course they’d felt stifled. That was until they brushed shoulders with Laurel entering their morning Defense class, a subject that despite Silas piss-poor wandmanship and inability to caste a Patronus charm they were still able to pull O’s in. They greeted the Slytherin with a smile, though in all the years Silas had attended Hogwarts, they’d never sent a genuine one. It hadn’t changed that morning. 

Lecture was filled with scribbling of quills and ballpoint pens (which despite superior quality, Silas could simply not bring themself to use), typical of the theory-heavy intros to most N.E.W.T.S. Though once Professor Damsell called a break for partner work and student demonstration, that was when it could become interesting. Locking eyes with Laurel, Silas strode towards her, back straight and eyes ice cold. “Let’s say we work together,” they said once they were within reach, leaning against the adjacent desk. “I’ll play nice.”

The truth is Silas would never be caught dead playing nice and Laurel knew it. It was like playing with fire, something dangerous and destructive yet enrapturing all the same. At one point Silas was more likely to avoid her that seek out her company, the way she tore piece after piece of their construction should have been a reason to ditch, not to cling. Yet, here they were. Seeking one another out. “It’s been dull since I got back. Nothing interesting’s happened yet. Though, considering you’re you, maybe it’s not the same.” 

#ok this is something #Ⅰ. “pray for me” / THREADS. #Ⅲ. “nice for what” / LAUREL.