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[ette2]

It was a good thing that one Oliver Heart had no shame. Most people would have died off or at least hidden themselfs for the rest of the day after being chewed out in a howler from home, but not him. Oh god no. He wasn't ashames of his actions even if his parents were. Plus most of the students in the school were just as bad or knew what he had done already. He knew that maybe he had taken things a step to far but it was all in his nature to tarnish the family name and it wasn't like he was the only one doing it. His brother and sister were just like him, except maybe less wild and had a sense of shame. They were also a little more accepting of people than he was. Oliver was known to cut people off by just getting up and walking away. His siblings had better manners than that.


It was his lack of any shame that was currently letting him attend the few classes he went to on any basis and walk around the hallways without be bothered if anyone stared or talked behind their hands. It was also known that you did not congradulate him on getting yet another howler from home . Oliver wasn't in it for that, he was in the buisness of being a pain in his parents neck for the fact they kept trying to change him. They wanted an uptight, sober, drug-free, straight, Pureblood prince but instead were getting a trouble making, party loving, drink and drug taking , bi-sexual Playboy. Not the sort of person you could use to make contacts or show off at special events. He was more the sort of person you tried to hide or sent away so no-one would find out about him. Oliver knew that most of his parents friends would know all about him from either gossip on the grape vine or from their own degenerate children. So it all didn't really matter.


Making his way along one of the corridors on the upper floors Oliver or Ollie as he liked to be called, headed towards the bathrooms. Well the boys bathroom but he knew there would be more than just boys in their and finding a stall where people weren't puking or have a quick screw would be hard. Pushing open the door he walked in and was surprised not hear the moans of anyone for a change or the sounds of liquid being projected from someone. There could have been a silencing charm on them but he didn't care to think about it all that much. Trying a few doors he found one that was open and had a lock. He reappeared to wash his hands and made his way towards the sinks.

[lev mikel irving]

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you're only happy when i'm WASTED
i'd point my finger but i JUST CAN'T PLACE IT - - -

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oh dear merlin. what the hell happened to him? lev tried to organize his jumbled mind, but his brain didn't seem to work. he wasn't exactly sure where he was, or even who he was, and it was all he could do to lay there ( at least he thought he was lying down ) until he could think coherent thoughts. it didn't help the things kept poking in his back. several minutes passed, and lev began getting the strength to groan and blink. he pushed himself up, and his head began spinning at the sudden movement. lev brought his hands up to rest his palms on his temples. memories of the previous night came flooding back to him in a rush. there were lots tequila shots. drunken laughter. dancing. making out with a nameless girl whose face he couldn't remember. hitting on a very tall, very hot guy. didn't talk much. oddly white and marble-looking. going into an empty classroom. puking in said classroom. and then... lev blinked several times, and found himself lying across a teacher's desk. the things poking his back, he realized, were quills. he wasn't even sure which classroom he was in. but the good thing was that class was not in session at the moment. lev thanked merlin and his star-sprinkled hat before throwing his legs over the teachers desk and on to the floor. he picked the quills out of his clothes, ignoring the ink stains they left on his shirt, and stumbled his way out of the room.

every sound was magnified with his pounding headache, and lev swore up and down he was never going to drink again. there were only so many hangovers he could handle a week. he staggered the halls, looking like death, and stumbled into the closest bathroom. only a few seconds in there made him realize it was a broom closet. he was too fucking hungover for this! where the fuck where the fucking bathrooms when you fucking... lev finally found the bathrooms, making sure it was indeed a bathroom, and the boys' bathrooms at that. "fucking.. closets," lev mumbled, as staggered in to a stall and began emptying his stomach messily. after a few minutes of retching, he pulled away from the toilet, wiping his mouth with sleeve of his hoodie. "ugh," he groaned, though feeling fractionally better. he was such a light-weight drinker. he knew that. yet every party he goes to he manages to drink more than his share of vodka. lev pushed himself out his stall, and was startled to find he wasn't alone. his eyes met a boy he didn't know, probably his age. pretty cute, he also noted. and lev suddenly became acutely aware of himself. he had, he discovered, no shoes, socks, shirt, and, of course, no pants. his open hoodie displayed his bare chest, thankfully puke-free, and only slightly covered his boxers. nice. "uh, hey," lev greeted with a small smile, an attempt at nonchalance. he walked unsteadily to the sink and washed his face with cold water. what with his good grace, as he backed off to the towel rack, he managed to slip, fall, and bang his head quite painfully against another sink. "fuck!" he cried out as stars popped up behind his eyelids.

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[ette2]

School uniforms were so redundant thought Ollie as he looked at himself in the spotted and cracked bathroom mirror that hung over the sinks and washed his hands. To most of the school populace they were a mystery. It seemed that people bent the rule on uniforms in anyway they could. For example girls wore skirts so short half the time you saw there butts more than you did you own. School ties were used in all manners as ribbons for putting back your hair to belts. As long as they were on you it was that matter. Of course there were the few who just simply didn't bother at all. Ollie Heart wasn't one, okay his trousers weren't trousers but tight black skinny jeans and his shirt was also tight and had rolled up sleeves and he wore his scarf loosely around his neck instead of a tie. But it was more of a uniform than most.

It was he looked at himself in the mirror he heard someone bang into the bathroom and disappear into a stall. Paying no attention he finished his task of washing his hands and went to dry them. Leaving his bag under the sink. A few seconds later as he was returning to pick it up. The person who had entered the bathroom only minutes before reappeared. Ollie not one for masking his emotions had to cock and eyebrow and bite his lip to prevent himself from saying anything about the boys attire. It was safe to say that someone in the room had had a rough night and it wasn't Ollie for a change. "Hey" Ollie replied as the guy uttered a greating before washing his hands and heading off to dry them. Ollie couldn't help but watch. It wasn't in him to ignore what was going on not if it included a semi-naked person. He winced as the boy fell and hit his head. Evidently it wasn't going to be someones day.

Leaving his bag where it was and walking over he asked "You alright?". It was taking Ollie all of himself not to laugh. He couldn't help but find it funny. It was always funny when it was someone else in this mess but it wasn't so funny when it was him. It was good luck he had a brass neck and bare-faced cheek to get away with such things but did this guy he guessed so. Pretty much everyone in the school, in the upper years were like that.