Crash and Burn. [Open]

[collins]

Ah, the simplicities in jogging. One could go on for beyond an hour or so, keeping a simple, pleasant jog with themselves. To prove the task harder, one could also rival another with jogging, trying to keep your own pace above theirs. This could be quite the task, when the period of jogging last more than an hour. But this wasn't the first time Seth had jogged along side his best friend, and that was a challenge in itself. Ryan was allot stronger and faster than Seth on land, and that made jogging with him a very difficult task. He enjoyed it allot, considering it kept him very fit, but it was a hard task at that. The two boys had been at it again, for the third time this week-day. It was late afternoon, the sun was setting, and dinner would was farther away than Seth had hoped. The boy had just departed from the Courtyard with Ryan considering it had started raining halfway through their jog, and made his way slowly to his Common Room. Sure, it wasn't the brightest place on Earth, but it was cool, and dark, and Seth felt very appropriate for these matters.

The Slytherin coughed out the password, and entered the room. His brown eyes were thankful when they searched, and found no one else in the Common Room lounging area. Well, thats what he thought anyway. The teenager wiped the sweat from his brow, before pulling off his tee-shirt, to reveal a white singlet; which wasn't as soaked from the rain as his shirt was. Seth walked over to the rug, and instead of collapsing on the comfy couch, he dropped to the rugged surface, finding the covered ground cooler than that couch would have been. He slid the shirt under his head for support, and shut his eyes properly for the first time in a few hours. His muscles ached. His chest throbbed. His heart was still pumping. His clothes and body looked glazed because of the water. The teen felt tired, and didn't bother to even open his eyes when he heard footsteps on the stone floor.

Jogging was silly anyway.

[dragos]

The Slytherin prefect descended the stairs into what seemed like an empty common room. The only time Dragos ever appeared was when no one was around, it seemed. At least, these days that's how it was. Since becoming a prefect, Dragos had surprisingly become less sociable than he had been before and simply did his duties and his homework and that was that. But now, Dragos realized he'd stumbled upon another student and for a brief second, the Croatian boy panicked.

With a deep breath, Dragos reminded himself that it wasn't the end of the world if the civilized population actually spotted him. Walking around the edge of the couch, Dragos looked down at the boy lying in front of the fire, apparently soaked. He was breathing, which was good because Dragos didn't really want to deal with a body right now. He did, however, seem extremely exhausted. Reaching out his foot, the prefect nudged the younger boy softly in the back, hoping to roll him over, or at least bring him back into reality.

"You," the boy mumbled, "You alright?"

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The Slytherin teenager groaned slightly as he heard the footsteps come closer, probably falling somewhere around the edge of the couch. Seth honestly hoped that the person was just passing by, as he really wasn't in a 'socializing' mood this very moment. But thus, after another few moments passed, the boy felt a small push on his back. A second after this, the words 'You alright?' reached his ears. He sighed slightly, before answering. "Mhm, I'm 'right thanks," the boy opened his brown eyes to see an older boy, probably a sixth or seventh year, standing behind his head. "Just tired." he added, pushing himself up on his elbows, and scooting across so his back was leaning on the lounge. "Um, I'm Seth, by the way. I guess I'm sorta new," he shrugged, wiping some drops of water away from his fore-head.

[dragos]

Dragos simply looked down at the boy with a raised eyebrow. He listened to him talk, wondering what the boy had been doing outside. The boy started to move and leaned against the couch, but Dragos didn't move at all.
"Dragos," the prefect answered as Seth introduced himself, "Prefect." He felt somewhat superior adding that last part on the end there. Dragos extended his hand for a proper introduction with the boy.

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Seth nodded to him. The younger boy wiped his hand on his singlet in case there was any moister on it, before firmly shaking it with the older boy. "Nice to meetcha," he stated, the boys brown eyes glancing up at the Prefect, as he returned his hand. Seth knew he didn't really have a chance at becoming Prefect, as he knew that his school record was a bit messier, okay, maybe allot messier, than the average student. And with past experience, he wasn't really the smartest kid in the class, nor the most responsible leader anyway. Not that he cared so much, but it would just be one of those things that went un-achieved in his life. "I'm a Fourth year, you?" the boy asked, trying to make friendly conversation.

[dragos]

Dragos shook the boy's hand, noticing his firm grip. Dragos nodded at him as the boy said it was nice to meet him. When they let go of their hands, the Prefect's went right back into his pocket where it tended to live. He had planned on just leaving the boy there, but apparently the younger Slytherin was keen on a conversation.
"Seventh," he answered simply, dropping himself onto the couch and throwing his feet up, shoes and all, "When did you get here?" The Croatian boy hadn't noticed him around before, so he figured he was pretty new to the school.