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[right][sub][color=gray]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=black]nightsbane dormitory room[/color]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=black]a certain someone[/color] [/color]
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The two dormitories were far enough apart for the powers that be to feel comfortable in their belief that vampires and werewolves would not mix. Or at the very least be discouraged from doing so. When it had come to the twins, they had not known where to put them. Whatever they did, they would be in the wrong place. But eventually it was decided that they felt and looked like vampires, and seemed to have little in common with the wolves, so Nightshade would have to do. The dormitory reserved for bloodsuckers and anyone unfortunate enough to have to cohabit with them was atop a tall winding tower, dotted with large gothic style windows, framed by curtains of deep purple and black draping lazily to the floor. Everything was gilded with intricate but subtly carved designs and although every year several students attempted to carve their names alongside these, they were promptly magic'ed away at the end of each term. It was home. Or at least a sort of home. 

Caleb stood against one of the grand windows. It had been slung wide open and he paid little heed to the wind and rain that lashed against him, dampening his soft curls and wetting his cheeks. Taking a slow drag from his cigarette, he leaned over the sill to breathe out a leisurely stream of smoke, his eyes flitting to the familiar [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e7/81/bb/e781bbf50301bc136f9fad714366259d.jpg]gargoyle[/url] that sat in pride of place below. Ugly thing. The fingers of his free hand reached up to subconsciously brush over the new, but already fully healed scar that marked a vertical line over his right eye. It had not hurt for long but he still imagined he could feel the wound as if fresh. He could barely remember what had happened. It was always difficult to recall those times but that night...

A jean clad pair of legs suddenly appeared from above, dragging him back to the present. The figure deftly swung itself through the window to land inside the dorm room, shaking its sodden head to send water droplets cascading onto the polished, and in all likelihood recently cleaned, ebony floor. Casting a final glance outside, Caleb slammed the window shut, causing a couple of first years to jump in surprise. He turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at his twin, who responded by swiping his palms across one another, a self-satisfied grin stretching across his face. [color=899EB7]"Done and done."[/color] Charlie chimed happily, moving to sling an arm around his brothers shoulders only to be promptly shrugged off. He frowned for a moment but such expressions never settled. Caleb was always moody, even if things [i]had[/i] been a little more tense between them recently. It would be okay, it always was. 

Ignoring the sullen air radiating off his brother, he moved closer to a fire that was already crackling contentedly in its black hearth, pulling off his sodden tshirt. The shock of the cold against his bare skin caused him to shiver involuntary and he quickly grabbed his hoody. It was from some museum Jupiter had dragged them to and insisted that they wear matching hoodies for - Caleb had quickly lost his after the first exhibit. But even despite the cold, he knew it would totally be worth it. Plus, he'd missed climbing on the rooftops here; he hadn't found anywhere better yet. Relishing the much needed warmth of his hoody, Charlie draped himself across one of the couches, letting out a small sigh of pleasure as he sank back into the aged leather. [color=899EB7]"It's grand to be back. Don't you think so Cal?"[/color]

Caleb took another drag from his cigarette, taking a seat in one of the plush vintage armchairs, far away enough from Charlie that he wouldn't get soaking wet. [color=A63346]"I think you grabbed too many suitcases."[/color] Caleb noted pointedly. He closed his eyes, trying not to let the smile pull at the edges of his lips. It wouldn't do to let him know he thought his idea was mildly amusing, if not completely idiotic. Jupiter had thankfully overheard and veto'd at least half of Charlies schemes. 

[color=899EB7]"Ha! I knew you thought it'd be funny!"[/color] Charlie responded excitedly, an air of smugness taking over him. The clothing from the suitcases had been tossed across the rooftops, where they were undoubtedly now getting thoroughly soaked. After a few moments  he tilted his head back to look at where the luggage had been gathered, pondering on what Caleb had said. [color=899EB7]"Did I? My bad..."[/color] He shrugged nonchalantly. [color=899EB7]"I kind of assumed the git just had [i]that[/i] many clothes. Have you seen how he dresses?"[/color] Despite his posturing, the hybrid did a quick scan to make sure the object of their discussion was not in the room. Thankfully, he was not. Maybe he'd realised what a tosspot he was and scarified himself to the wolves. 

[color=A63346]"No, I can't say I have."[/color] Caleb muttered, throwing the remnants of his cigarette into the fire. [color=A63346]"Though I think we both know which of us has thought about taking said clothes [I]off[/I]."[/color] 

Charlies face flushed red at his twins taunt, though whether from embarassment or irritation it wasnt clear. [color=899EB7]"I don't want to--"[/color] He snapped back, sliding further down the couch, his face half buried in his hoody. [color=899EB7]"That's the last thing I want to do! I-I'd rather have to sit through a full day of ol' Volkovs torture sessions. Or have to eat garlic everyday!"[/color] Charlie picked up his wet t-shirt, throwing it at Caleb. [color=899EB7]"Anyway, at least I know how to have fun."[/color] He muttered, frowning when the t-shirt was deftly caught and tossed back. 

[color=A63346]"You smell like wet dog you know. Maybe you should transfer to Wolfsbane."[/color] Caleb smiled wryly. [color=A63346]"Apparently they sleep in one giant pile, bet you'd love that. Imagine if..."[/color] 

Caleb didn't have time to finish his sentence before his brother leapt from the couch and began to charge towards him, a mischievous grin darting across his face. [color=899EB7]"Die Valentine! [i]Dieeeeeee![/I]"[/color] Charlie yelled out his war cry as he landed on the armchair and began to pummel his brother with a cushion, ignoring any and all protests. [color=899EB7]"I'll never stop! Not until you admit that I am the strongest, smartest and coolest hybrid in this room. Do it! Do it now!"[/color] He laughed, too caught up in his delight to notice as the cushion split open nor the foot that came slamming into his leg, tripping him up and causing him to fall back onto the hardwood floor. He groaned as he landed hard on the wooden surface, for a moment too winded to do anything but lay there. After a a minute he was able to catch his breath and he sat up, brushing away some of the duck feathers that had floated down to land atop his body. [color=899EB7]"Dude, not fair."[/color] He pouted, rubbing his back where he had landed. 

Caleb stood up, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips before he reached a hand down to help him up. [color=A63346]"Nothing's fair for us Charlie."[/color][/color]