Cause I do the same things//Peirre

[Letitia Parker]

Letitia sat on her bed in the Ravenclaw Common Room. A guitar in her hand, and playing with random chords. Nothing new was coming to her as she played, everything was going wrong, and she knew that. The war, her in the dark mark, and Order of Merlin...it was just like she asked for, a little of action in her life, but not like this, not this extreme. Just a relationship, some love triangle...something little that couldn't take the worst turn.

Letitia decided to get out and get some fresh air, even though it was way past the curfew. It didn't really matter, she was prefect., she was meant to stay out to make sure other's were not out after hours

Letitia hide the guitar behind her back as she walked out into the Courtyard, then down to the lake, her third favourite place of all Hogwarts.

She sat down with partchment on the floor, and begin to sing..


When I look at that it kinda makes me feel guilty
Cause the world that I’m living in only seems to care about having enough money
To buy luxurious things that we don’t even need
I'm not trying to be the good girl to save the world cause I do the same d**n thing

Lyrics are not mine. And proerty of Esmee denters

[Pierre Bonnacord]

The late September night breeze was ever-present in the hallways as Pierre Bonnacord left the library, having spent the better half of his dinner time to tutor some failing kid in Ravenclaw. Fancy that, a dumb kid in a house that prides itself for its thirst for knowledge and intelligence. Smiling, he looked at the watch which had been a gift from his father during his sixth year for his outstanding OWLs. It was clearly late but he’d risk having to take a carefree stroll across the empty school grounds.

Often, he found himself wondering a moment that allowed for students to venture amongst the school ground; without the traffic of students filling the hallways to the brim. Making his way down from the fourth floor, he chuckled at the mere thought of having to sneak out from his dark common room at the dead of the night during his early years at Hogwarts. The thrill of avoiding detection by both Mrs. Norris and the grumpy caretaker Argus Filch certainly intrigued the young Bonnacord. However, times changed as he soon got bored of his own little games which had served as a form of amusement in the otherwise boring castle.

Ignoring the dull throb of an impending headache, Pierre decided to take the risk of losing his house some valuable house points and take in the night air as he reached the ground floor. Looking around, he realised that he was probably one of few students that are out of the warm confines of their dormitories. Shaking his head, he readjusted the strap that held his books before making his way out towards the courtyard. Taking a deep breath, he found the night breeze altogether refreshing and decided to head towards one of his preferred hang-outs.

The lake at Hogwarts often held fond memories for Bonnacord as he spent a fair share of time at the tranquil shores of the lake. As he neared the lake, he couldn’t help but listen to the melodious voice of an unmistakable young lady. Looking around for the source, he soon located it amongst the numerous trees that grew at Hogwarts. Recognising her from Ravenclaw, he decided it were best to maintain his distance and not scare her. After all, a night out with a Prefect certainly wasn’t the best way to end the day for the Slytherin lad.

[Letitia Parker]

Letitia continued to sing, it was what she did tend to do best, or one of the things she did best. Finally, things where coming to her, just a few words,

Isn't it a shame, but we only have ourselves to blame
But love is the most beautiful thing
But its a lost somewhere along the way to money and fame ( to money and fame)
Isn’t the world a crazy place…


She contineud to sing when she heard someone coming. It wasn't the best idea to stand out here at this time, but then again, she was apart of the dark Mark & the Order of Merlin, so things were sure to work themself out.

Just to be ready, Tia took out her wand after putting the quitar on the ground. "Hello? Who's there. Reviel yourself. I'm not kidding....Who is it?" She said, in control and standing up. Her wand pointing in the correct angle, at the Slytherin she couldn't see. ^The tree's stood in their way. "I'm not afraid to use a wand" she added.

In times like this, you needed to be a bit paranoid, a bit over the top...otherwise you could get yourself killed

[Pierre Bonnacord]

Listening to the melodious melody play as it danced across his ears, Pierre didn’t quite have the heart to shake her from her thoughts. It was evident that many people that are found out by the lake during after-hours came out with the purpose of being alone or needing to clear their thoughts. Having been one of the many, Pierre just didn’t feel right having to move her from her comfort zone. As he moved to leave, he could curse himself as he rustled the fallen leaves that lay by his feet.

‘d**nit!’ he cursed himself inwardly as he reshuffled his books and proceeded to stop breathing. Just as she had stopped singing and the sound of a dull thud on the ground, he reckoned that she had placed her guitar onto the ground. Not quite the best thing to do, Pierre decided against having to run for it. How bad would it look had he been stunned by a student, a Ravenclaw no less. Sighing, he admitted defeat as he decided to turn around and reveal himself. He couldn’t help but to chuckle at her last sentence prior to he revealing himself.

“You’re afraid to use a wand?” he queried as he raised both his hands, a signature white flag move. He gave her a smile as he hoped she wouldn’t be tempted to take a shot at him for being a Slytherin.

[Letitia Parker]

Letitia didn't put her wand down even when the Slytherin showed himself. She kept her wand faced at him until Tia was finally right infront of Pierre. "May I ask you who are you? And why are you out this late...Do you no how dangerous it is, even if you are a Slytherin?" Letitia asked. Finally she put her wand down, looking right at Pierre. "Whats you name?" she asked casually, but suspicously. And what were you doing listening to me and my guitar?"

Letitia walked back a bit, giving them both some room. He was kinda cute for a Slytherin, and looked as though he was an alright guy, and with a good sense of humour, hard to find in any guy these days, and that's why Letitia had stayed single for all 17 years of her life, just because a} Way too busy with music and studying and b} She just wasn't impressed with most guys her age.

{{EEK..Short..Sorry}}

[Pierre Bonnacord]

((No worries. Not impressed huh? Let's see what we can do about that))

There comes a moment that wizards often get scared as they stare death in the eye, especially in the case of innocent wizards being massacred by the countless Death Eaters vying to enforce Lord Voldermort’s bidding; as reported amongst the various magical dailies. Yet, Pierre just didn’t feel uncomfortable or scared with the Ravenclaw aiming her wand at him. Having spent the past two years honing his skills and reflexes with duelling, he was fairly confident about his ability to disarm or even block an impending hex. However, he decided to remain in her good books with the best of interests; albeit being an attractive girl despite hell hath no fury like a woman enraged.

Smiling, he couldn’t help but lose track of the numerous questions which she had shot at him; deciding to only focus on her graceful features. Come what may, Pierre Bonnacord was only human after all. It was certainly not a fallacy in which the Ravenclaw that stood before him was an attractive young lady. However, he finally managed to comprehend the questions which she had quite brutally shot at him. “Well, as you can probably tell…I am a Slytherin wandering the school grounds like the delinquent which I am, ignoring the consequence of my actions; brutally aware that Lord Voldermort is somewhere out there lurking behind every shadow.”

Having said that, he hoped in every sense she would not decide to take his humour in a bad way and hex him across the school grounds. Noticing her relaxed stance as he laid down her wand and requested his name, Pierre heaved a sigh of relief as he dropped the books to the ground beside him. “Thank God. For a moment there, I figured you might decide to hex me. Name’s Bonnacord. Pierre Bonnacord. And you might be Miss?”

He could’ve kicked himself for using the classic Bond line, probably spawned from his natural interest in Muggle England. He would most definitely have to stop portraying that 00 agent in meeting girls.

[Letitia Parker]

((I'm starting to get impressed with your character......I kinda like the celeb too, not as much as Jared Padelicki ofcourse.....And have you got an eye for her Pierre? Oohh....interesting.))

"you never know, I might just change my mind Pierre. And, watch bond much? It's one of my favourite lines, aswell as one of my favourite movies. What are you? A mind reader or, better yet, Seer? Letitia asked, looking at Pierre right in the eyes. He was kinda cute, but a Slytherin, who knew what could happen, ofcourse, she was pretending to be best friends with Draco, who never really let her out of his site, it was kinda creepy really. She had an older brother, she didn't need another one.

"And, my face is here, not on my cur...." Letitia stopped there, not wanting to sound like some Slytherin stuck-up witch, who doesn't know a thing she's talking about when she says she's got the looks...and deffinately not when they say they've got the brains..."Just, look at my face alright, or I will hex you. And, it'll be so unpredictable, even if you're a Death Eater, you wouldn't be able to block it....I should know, my father taught me who to perfeorm it before he was killed by a Death Eater, and it worked, the Death Eater couldn't say anything again" she threatened.

[Pierre Bonnacord]

((Impression matters. Jared huh? Sammy boy feels guilty looking at porn. ;D An eye for an eye? Who knows?))

Well, it certainly came as a surprise to the Slytherin senior as he realised that the Ravenclaw witch that stood before him probably knew a little about Muggle films. Smiling sheepishly, he would never have guessed; having gotten used to the display of ignorance by Slytherins for all Muggle-related issues. Nodding, he assumed there were not going to be many more surprises installed for him during the night. “Well, I’d take my chances and say I’ll live to die another day.”

Another Bond reference. Seriously, he’s really had got to stop watching the Bond re-runs during the summer holidays. “Well, I can be either…Then again, I’d probably disappoint you as you have yet to tell me your name,” he replied with a smirk. Meeting her eyes with his green flecked ones, he felt amused having to flirt out by the lake. It did seem likely that they were re-enacting a scene from some romantic film.

Nodding in acknowledgement to her words, Pierre merely shrugged off her tone with mild amusement. “Certainly…I know your face is there. Wouldn’t want to get hexed out here by the lake, would we?” he queried. Watching her actions, it amused Bonnacord enough to avoid having to test both their reflexes. “Well, that Death Eater must’ve wandering eyes, admiring that figure of yours,” he added with a grin before settling down by one of the tree stems.

[Hermione Granger]

"Parker, Letitia Parker. And seriously, please, you Slytherins are meant to be arragent and stuck-up towards muggles, including the hot ones" Did she really just say that, she was so close to hitting her self then, hard...then submit herself to a psychiatric hospital for his own good...and hers.

"And do you mind. It's wierd to hear that from any other Slytherin besides Draco. But continue on if you must" she added with a smile, sitting next to the Slytherin. A big hug grin on her face. "Anyway, what are you doing out here? Not to sound like some control freak..." she added again

[Pierre Bonnacord]

The classic Bond phrase certainly did take its effect onto the seventh year Slytherin student as his eyes went wide with amazement. Well, appearances were more often than not deceiving; leading some to believe fiction rather than reality. “And here I thought you said Bond was cliché,” he stated with a smirk, before leaning back against the tree stem. Honestly, he couldn’t find a better way to spend the night being outside by the Great Lake; flirting with a Ravenclaw student, pretty one at that. Smiling at her compliments, he proceeded to pat the spot next to him; indicating for her to take a seat next to him. In truth, he did find it awkward having someone standing and talking to him at the same time.

“Well, flattery often gets people far. I just assumed that most girls would love to be flattered, especially by a hot one at that,” he replied with a smile as she took a seat next to him. Putting an arm around her, drawing her near; he proceeded to lean closer to her. “I’ll tell you a secret…” he began to whisper. Meeting her soft eyes with his, he then continued, “I am looking for Death Eaters.” With that, he pulled away with a chuckle as he folded his arms and once more leaned back against the tree stump.

[Letitia Parker]

Letitia wanted to jump out of his grip as Pierre pulled her near, but it was a cold night, frezzing cold at that, and his arms were compforting if anything else. As he leaned in closer, she tenced up a bit. As soon as he finished, as soon as he said 'Death Eaters' she stopped, whipped her hair, looked at him. "Why? You do know the best way to do that, is to sign up for something called the Dark Mark, and at the same time, you get on the good side of Lengstrange...not that that matters" she said, pulled her knees up to her ches, relaxing her head on them, when really all she wanted to do was relax it on somebody, someone....anyone

"You on good or bad? Looking to sign up, or to fight?" Letitia asked

[Pierre Bonnacord]

The mention of the word Death Eaters would’ve brought shivers to most students located within the safe confines of the ancient castle that housed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After all, it was admittedly one of the safest places located within the United Kingdom and possibly the world. With the impending threat that Lord Voldermort and the group of wizards that have pledged their support for him, it was inevitable for fear to take over the general community. As he watched her tense up during his statement with regards of Death Eaters, he raised his eyebrow and listened intently to her introduction of a select group of students that have formed the Dark Mark. Smiling, he realised that she probably forgotten the little fact that he cohabited with those select group of students that were loyal to the Dark Mark and their agendas.

More often than not, Pierre had found himself wondering the blind cause in which various students had enlisted themselves to serve under the Dark Lord with Draco Malfoy at the helm. Having maintained neutral for the whole of his wizarding education, he had felt it was best to adopt the Swiss stance in the Muggle wars which he had read about during his time in Muggle schools. After all, he had maintained sight of his objective of graduation and staying alive; keeping clear from the mess that had divided most students in the school to two factions since the death of their beloved Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Noticing her shivering as she pulled herself closed to her knees, he smiled as he held her gently by her shoulders and leads her to lean back into him. “Well, I already know of the Dark Mark…without having most Slytherin students proclaim it unashamedly inside our common room. However, I do believe in either side preferring to maintain neutral in this. This fight is not one that I belong to but I am confident if forced, I know how to retaliate.”

[Letitia Parker]

Letitia let Pierre pull her in closer..why she had to wear a normal white shirt with a loose tie, and with the most smallest skirt that you can ever imagine. She hated the skirt, but her younger sister said it looked better on Letitia than anyone else, and Letitia was the 2nd tallest in her family.

Looking for a change in conversation, she found one quickly, hoping not to defend the Slytherin who held her close, and hoping e would respond. "Tell me, what do you think of most Slytherins...to tell you the truth, I can't imagine you there...unless you're a really good actor" the ravenclaw stated.

She looked up at Pierre, then back down, her head finally on Pierre's shoulder. It was quite comfy, once she squated down a bit, not sitting up straight for once. The Slytherin's features wee enough to blow you away. He was muscular, but comfortable, his eyes could draw you in, he had a sense of humour, and ofcourse, he seemed smart.

"I mean, you seem more..no offence like a Gryffindor, or a fellow Ravenclaw" she added.

God, let's hope he doesn't take this the wrong way[/i]

{{OOC:; And sadly, now Letitia is scedueled to have a romance relationship with Snape...too bad..but you never know.........}}

[Pierre Bonnacord]

((Too bad indeed. Well, there are always other fishes out there in the sea. Besides, one can always get the Potions master fired...))

Sighing, Pierre took the opportunity to attempt and study the new acquaintance whom he had met for so briefly a time since eavesdropping on her melodious singing at the Great Lake. She most certainly didn’t quite fit the stereotypical studious type which Ravenclaw were most renowned for. However, he felt almost certain that times certainly have changed since the founding days of the school. Whilst Rowena Ravenclaw may have been the studious type, he had read that she certainly didn’t lack in the looks department. Guess it was probably why the house was also filled to the brim with lookers. As he allowed both of them to settle in their current pose in the tranquil night, Pierre’s train of thought was broken when he realised that she was talking to him once more.

Smiling inwardly, it was a question that he had posed himself time and time again during his seven year tenure in the house famed for being loyal to the Dark Arts and the Dark Lord himself. After all, most Slytherin students grew up to be Death Eaters, as he was informed of during his first year at Hogwarts. Clearing his throat, he scanned his brain for a response; despite having not truly discovering the solution himself. “I think…Slytherins in general, are often over-looked because of a select few as menacing figures that torment the student population. Frankly, I can't imagine myself in there and yet…I have spent seven years mixing with various students that aspire to join the Dark Lord’s legions once they graduate. There is no acting involved, probably some mix-up during my Sorting ceremony. I reckon the Hat must’ve been drunk when he sorted me there,” he replied, hoping that’ll provide some insight for Letitia to his own thoughts.

If he had thought the first question was going to be mind-blowing, he wasn’t surprise with the follow up. The statement had been one that had passed through countless of students whom he allowed them to get to know the usually sole outcast from the Slytherin house. “Well, you have no idea how many students have told me that. Like I said, I can’t quite believe or understand why I belong in Slytherin…yet, we’re all here with a purpose. I guess mine was to mingle around a pack of power-hungry students that want a piece of the world when the Dark Lord takes over,” he replied, before looking pensively at the moon’s reflection on the lake’s tranquil surface.

[Letitia Parker]

((Yep, and to tell you the truth, it would be kinda cool for a love triangle, or then again, I can't imagine snape and Parker together...so keep the girlfriend department free as long as need be))

"You really choose your words carefully huh?" Letitia said, after listening to what had to say. "Tell me a little more about yourself, and why we're here now, together, alone, midnight, blue moon, stars shining, and in this position?" Letitia asked, this was way too confusing for her, she started to feel guilty, I mean, almost kissing Draco Malfoy, then out here just two days after, in the arms of another Slytherin, after 7 years of no boyfriends, and only dancing with guys for fun, and to boost up the wild parties, but othr than that, she had never felt so comfortable around a complete stranger.

((Quick post..It's midnight here, and I only get 4 hours sleep now! SO night}}