Saturdays [Nyx]

[Isaiah Henderson]

Saturdays.
In this castle, Saturdays were probably the most boring day of the week. Everyone was either out on the grounds, swimming in the lake trying to see the giant squid, challenging the whomping willow risking injuries of all kinds while a bunch of students would watch being amazed. Isaiah didn't see the point of getting injured just to get a girl's attention or anyone's attention for that matter.

Sitting on a huge red couch, Isaiah had a handful of darts aiming at a huge white canvas with a hundred or so balloons filled with multiple colors of paint. A few were already popped, smiling slightly at the paint falling down the surface and pouring onto the floor into the pull of colors. He lets out a sigh before tossing another dart and pops a yellow balloon as it oozed out dark blue paint now falling down the formerly white canvas as well.

"I wish I had something else to do besides sit here and throwing darts at paint balloons. Maybe I should just go bother the whomping willow like the other Slytherins and Gryffindors." he mutters, wincing slightly as he heard the doors to the room creak open slowly, but he doesn't bother to check over his shoulder to see if he knew who it was or not and throws another dart at the wall.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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Her eyes fluttered around the grounds as she saw sunshine poured onto the grassy spots. Students flocked to seperate areas: some by the whomping willow, others trying to out-swim the giant squid in the lake. Pushing herself away from the window, Nyx shook her head in dismay. All of it was so... repetitive, wasn't it? Really, how many guys were going to put themselves through casts, punctures, and bruises trying to 'defy' the whomping willow, just to get a girl to go out with them? How desperate were people these days?

Shaking her head, Nyxie looked around the Owlry, patted her owl on the head and began to head down the steps, wondering where to go. Sure, it was a nice day out, but there really wasn't that much to do outside. She really didn't feel like getting flagged down by rambunctious Slytherin boys who wanted to 'show her a good time' or be bothered by those 'brave' Gryffindor girls who wanted to see how long it took to piss off the squid. Really, was it bravery or stupidity that they had?

Making her way 'round the corners of the castle, she found herself staring at the door to the Room of Requirement. A smile lit up her face as she reached out for the doorknob. Surely she could find something to do in here, right? As she walked in, Nyx began looking around and was sad to see that the room was already occupied. Balloons decorated a wall, along with a semi-white canvas that was now dripping all the different colors of the rainbow. "You know, I should have figured you were hiding out in here." Nyx walked over to a couch that was occupied by her good friend Isaiah Henderson. Plopping down in the seat next to him, she shot him a grin and asked, "So lemme guess, you're mad at the wall and are going to paint it to death?"

[Isaiah Henderson]

Looking over, Isaiah smiles lightly at Nyx. That girl always was trouble growing up through school but he didn't mind it. She was one of his few friends and even though the only time he ever got detention was due to her, it was rather interesting when they spent time together or breaking out of the room when the teacher fell asleep.

"What do you mean by that? You make me sound predictable and bland." Isaiah mumbles with a smile still on his face as he tossed a dart and missed a smaller red balloon. Parting the darts in half, he offers her a handful. "Here be useful and help me paint it to death as you say I am, since you must have nothing better to do than to bother me in the room of requirement. I'm guessing the Slytherins and Gryffindors weren't entertaining you like all the other girls in our school?" he asks sarcastically. Isaiah knew that Nyx was nowhere near close to being a typical girl. That's what he always liked about her.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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"Aww, you know I just mean that you're smart enough not to go where you'll get mauled by annoying people." Nyx chuckles back to him, holding out a hand for her own small handful of darts. "So why are you mad at the wall, anyway?" Rhetorical question there. Actually, she was sort of expecting him to punch her in the arm or something for even asking. Nyx had quite the little thing for asking annoying questions, but she knew Isaiah found it sort of funny. Hey, her annoyingness could be amusing at times, even she had to admit that.

Rolling her eyes, she merely shook her head at Isaiah and shifted on the couch, throwing a dart and having it pop a paint-filled balloon. "Nope. I don't call trying to get me in the sack entertainment." She flashed him a grin and laughed lightly under her breath. If anybody understood that, it was Isaiah. Nyx knew girls practically threw themselves at him. He was always such a gentleman though, and never succumbed to being the manwhore all the girls wanted him to be. His insatiable ability to rise above what everyone else wanted him to be astounded Nyx; that's why it was so easy to be best friends with him.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah flashes her a smile, just laughing a bit at what she said. "Alright you gave me a compliement. Are you feeling okay Nyx?" he asks teasingly ruffling her hair a little before placing the darts in her hands carefully. Making a face, he nudges her, but lightly and shakes his head laughing again. "I'm not attacking it. I'm making art." he nods, throwing a dart and watching the yellow paint fall down now as well. Isaiah knew that Nyx always liked to be well... nicely put annoying, but she did it on purpose and so he didn't mind.

He watches her for a second and glances at the dart board, nailing one of the orange filled balloons. "Nice shot for a hufflepuff." he grins, just looking at her for a second before adjusting himself on the couch so that he was leaning againt the arm with his right leg half dangling off the edge. He just lets out a deep sigh. "Hell, I haven't been kissed yet, you know that. So, I guess you've come to the right place." he sarcastically says knowing exactly what she meant. Isaiah planned on waiting until he was seventeen to even think about having that fun that she was talking about, not that it would happen that soon. He couldn't stand the fact that his teammates would try to set him up with girls that wanted more than a kiss. Isaiah just wasn't like that.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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"Actually," She replies to him, sticking her tongue out childishly before grabbing the darts from him, "I was sort of stating the obvious. I mean of course you're smart. Mister Ravenclaw Pride." She scrambled off the couch with a laugh, knowing she was teasing him, and would probably end up provoking him to attack her or something. Nyx threw a dart at the wall and watched the paint splatter all over the place. "If this is classified as art, I'm not as untalented as I think I am."

Another light bout of laughter followed her statement. Seriously, Nyxie always thought art involved some kind of intricate handy work that looked like only miracle workers could make. If throwing darts at a wall dangling with paint-filled balloons was art, then Nyx didn't feel so... well, like she was a kid who was proud of drawing stick figures. Of course she knew that art was more than merely drawing, though. But the fact was, she couldn't draw, paint (with a paintbrush, anyway), sketch, or just jumble a bunch of dots together like some artists could, and make them look like an actual picture. "Thank youuuu." Nyx retorted in a sing-song voice, grinning as she watched Isaiah make his own shot. She shrugged at his next statement though. "Yeah well, neither have I. So we're equally matched on that." Isaiah was the only guy she had ever told that to, and Nyxie was going to keep it that way.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah laughs and shakes his at her a bit. "Well, I still say it's a compliement from you of all people Miss Hufflepuff Pride." he grins at her just standing up and walking over to her with a straight face. "You know I always forget how short you are whenever I do stand next to you." Isaiah laughs again, pulling her into a hug and tickles her sides before walking off to the couch watching her throw the dart splattering more paint. "Well it might not be classified as art anymore if you can do this."

Isaiah nods as a way to say your welcome and glances up at the ceiling for a bit before looking back at Nyx with a look of shock somewhat written on his face. "I could have sworn you kissed some guy last year, that Gryffindor guy with the gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes." he asks with a smirk on his face as he waits for her response. Isaiah knew that was only a dare and it was only on the kiss and then afterwards she smacked Isaiah... hard across the face for it. But he still thought it was hilarious even now. "Well we can arrange for the both us that it's not true anymore." he teases, but he says in a serious tone moving closer to her on the couch with a raised eyebrow and a light smile.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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"Hey," Nyx begins, poking a finger into his chest, "They only put me in Hufflepuff because I was too badass for Gryffindor, too friendly for Slytherin, and not smart enough to be in Ravenclaw. It was like, some type of conspiracy." She explains to him in a completely serious tone of voice. Honestly, that was kind of how it felt sometimes. Nyx obviously didn't carry all of the characteristics that Hufflepuffs supposedly had. Not that Isaiah was ever the 'perfect' Ravenclaw. She took care of that with getting him in trouble all the time. Laughing, Nyxie wrapped her arms around Isaiah, hugging him back. "You're to tall for your own good." She jumps slightly as he tickles her and then walks away. Shaking her head, she threw another dart at the wall and said, "Aww, don't diminish my newly-found artistic talents."

Her jaw nearly dropped at even the mere mention of that time. "You swore you would never ever bring that up again!" She frowns at his smirk and folds her arms across her chest. "And by the way you're describing him, I'd say you were the one kissing on him." A smirk of her own curled up onto her face. Yeah, she knew she gave Iggy a good smack across the face for that dare, though she knew she probably shouldn't have. Nyx knew a dare like that was bound to come up at some point. His next words threw her off though, "What do you mean? Last time I checked you weren't looking to kiss on anybody" Her eyebrows arched slightly, sort of wondering what he was talking about. 'Isaiah? Kissing somebody? What kind of weird reality am I in?' Nyx wondered to herself.

[Isaiah Henderson]

He merely laughs when she pokes him in the chest, seeing as it really didn't do anything to him. "Yes, I know I know. You're a special case where the sorting hat didn't know where to exactly put you cause you don't fit into a specific house. I know the story. But I still say you should have been a Gryffindor." he nods crossing his arms over his chest lightly. It was obviously that he was going to get into Ravenclaw. Both of his parents were in Ravenclaw along with half of his family. "Wait, how can I diminsh something that you never had?" he asks with a smirk on his face again.

"I had my fingers crossed. So, that means it's still mentionable. Sorry that you don't pay attention to my actions well Nyx." he shrugs with a big grin on his face, or at least until her next comment. "Excuse you. I'm sorry if I remember things more than you." he lies, crossing his arms again and looking to the side with a scowl. In all honesty, the only reason why he remembered that is that he was down right jealous of him. But she was his bestest friend, there's no way anything like that would happen between them. "Well you're not anybody, you're Nyx." he nods, scooting closer to her on the couch. "It's just a kiss between friends right?" still with a straight face on his face.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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Part of the reason the sorting hat put her in Hufflepuff was because she didn't even know what house she wanted to be in. Most people were already so dead-set on who they were and what their personality traits were. They told the sorting hat, and bam, they were in the house. That was half the problem with her. Her characteristics were too... well rounded, one could say. The other half was the fact that she could just never make up her mind. "Well, your opinion is your opinion, I suppose." A shrug bounced across her shoulders, making her dark brown hair bounce up and down. "Newly-found." Nyx reminded him, "I just acquired it. It was obvious that I never had it before I found out throwing darts at a wall could be art." A grin split her lips.

"When you cross your fingers, you do it behind your back. I don't have x-ray vision, you know." Nyxie argued with him, keeping her arms firmly planted in the criss-cross pattern across her upper torso. His scowl made her laugh though. She wasn't going to say anymore about it though, because her thoughts drifted away for a moment. Nyx was watching him curiously, seeing him get closer and closer to her on the couch. "...And you're Isaiah." Her reply came quietly, her eyebrow staying precariously arched above her eye. There was something... weird about where this was going. Nyxie could feel herself moving side-ways towards him. "I-It could be." She said slowly, leaning her face in near his.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah shakes his head, and looks at her for a moment before tossing another dart. "What, you're brave, confidant when you need to be and you do have a bit of an egotistic side to you. See Gryffindor. Even they tend to get into trouble often. So there you go. But I suppose the hat sees something that you or I don't." he shrugs laughing at her next comment. "Nah, you already lost that talent. When people find out that you of all people can do this as well, they won't consider it art anymore."

"Oh, well I thought you did. But I did cross my fingers so I can still tease you about that Gryffindor boy." he grins a bit, mocking her posure on the couch, by crossing his arms over his chest as well. He laughs again dropping his left arm over the couch and his right one on top of her thigh, drawing even closer to her. "Glad you know my name still Nyx." he whispers softly before realizing that they was only an inch or two between their faces.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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"I'm also annoying, stubborn, shy as hell and can be such a party girl." Another grin was slowly creeping up on her face. "So, I guess you're right. That raggedy old hat must have seen something that wanted me to be in Hufflepuff. I've yet to find out what, though." Nyx explained to him, not that she saw it as exactly a big deal. Honestly, Nyxie didn't give two shits what house she was in, as long as she came out as the same person on the other side. She had known kids who had let the stereotypes of their house overrule their lives. It was always such a pity. "Pfft, well then I'll just have to find something else easy to call art. Like fingerpainting." Her head shook in comical dismay as she scoffed.

"Well then who have you kissed that I don't know about?" The question was serious, even though she laughed after stating it. Nyxie had always known Isaiah to be one that had pretty much pushed all PDA's aside. But this... this was new information to her. And it was kind of hard to believe. Though not that hard, because she felt his fingertips brush up against her thigh, and it left little tingly marks shooting up into her spine. "How could I forget it?" She replied in the same, whispery sort of voice. Their faces were practically touching and her head was spinning. There was some awkward sort of attraction going on, and she just went with it, pressing her face closer, pressing her lips to his.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah shrugs lightly, just rolling his eyes. "It's just a house anyway. Somewhere where that hat thinks that we'll belong in for seven years. I don't know." he shrugs again, staring off at the dart board, still with some paint oozing out of the balloons and down the canvas. Fingerpainting isn't an art. My little brother can do it. Doesn't say much for your talent there."

"Wouldn't you like to know." he smiles lightly, moving his arm that was on the back of the couch around the small of her back, pushing her gently towards him a bit. Isaiah looks into her eyes for a second before kissing her back just as soft as she was. He moves his hand that was gliding over her thigh a bit higher but not so much to make her nervous.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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"True that, man." Nxyie nodded strongly at him. He was very much indeed, right. Crazily right. It was a house... nothing more than that. A place to spend time, sleep, and possibly make friends if you were sociable enough. Then again, she was in Hufflepuff, so she was probably sociable enough for everyone. She looked back to the once white canvas of wall. When she had walked in, the thing had at least been halfway clean. Now tons of multicolored splatters lay splotched all over it. "Well fine, then I just don't have any talent."

Her heart was racing. Seriously, like, to the point where it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. "I-I would." She stuttered. More prickling, white-hot sensations shot through her system as he placed his other hand on the small of her back. Her head was spinning. She felt dizzy and awkward and... in some sort of weird sense, wonderful. Nxyie slowly moved one of her arms and gently wrapped it around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. She kissed back, trying to keep the same, even pace. After all, it was only the second kiss of her life, and somehow it felt a hundred times better than the one she had during that dare.

[Isaiah Henderson]

He simply shrugs, before glancing over at Nyx again. "Do you even remember how we met in the first place?" he asks randomly with a small smile forming on his lips as he threw the last remaining darts in his hands at the board randomly breaking the last few balloons. "So, what do you think of it? I like it. Maybe we should put it in the hufflepuff commonroom." he nods, waiting for her response. Most likely it would be some smart witty comment, but he loved them anyway.

He sighs lightly, putting a hand through his dark hair before looking at her again. "Molly Vassler, but that's it." he nods lightly knowing he never told her of that. He didn't even kiss her, she kissed him first and it was only for a second. He smiles lightly against her lips, only deepening the kiss a little when Isaiah felt Nyx pull him closer to her. He smiles a little more, pulling her backwards gently with him so she could lay on top of him if she wanted.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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A small smile touches her lips as she tries to answer his question in her mind. Nyx and Isaiah met way back in their first year at Hogwarts, she remembered. It was on the train ride there, as a matter of fact. Isaiah had left his frog in his compartment when he went to go change into his robes, and Nyx had taken it and hid it, thinking it funny as a practical joke. Even though Isaiah didn't find it funny at first, they eventually laughed about it later. "Yeah, you were so mad about your frog." Nyxie grinned at him, "And pfft, it's going right above my bed. Proof of my artistic abilities."

Merely nodding at his statement, she just lets the thought drift away. She didn't know Molly Vassler all that well, besides the fact that she knew she was a third year. At least, she thought so. Her thoughts drifted away though, as she feels him deepen the kiss. A smile of her own shone through as she felt him gently pulling her backward. Nyxie just went with the flow, softly falling on top of him without breaking the kiss. To be honest, she didn't even know where all of this was coming from. But it felt... comfortable, and strangely right.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah nods lightly, just with a light smile on his lips. "I wasn't that mad. I'm used to being pushed and teased around with by my older and younger sisters. Remember I have years experience of that department already inflicted on me before you stole the frog, so I didn't mind much. Much worse has been done to me." he laughs, thinking of when Jenny put a mixture of honey, glue and hair cement into his shampoo bottle when he was nine. He hair was stuck like that for a month.

Isaiah nods, relieved that it didn't bother her, or so it seemed. After all, Molly was a third year and his feelings for Nyx were stronger. After all they were graduating next year and he had to think of the future and everything else. Molly still had four more years of school and she was sorta related to him even though they were fourth cousins. Isaiah smiles as well, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter when she falls on top of him. He lets out a soft moan before deeping the kiss a little more. To Isaiah, this just felt right. It was nothing like when he kissed Molly it was much better and it seemed as if Nyx and him were dating ever since they met on the train ride to Hogwarts.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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Nyxie listened to him talk about his siblings. Gosh, could she ever relate to that. Both of her sisters were such pains in her ass. Her older and younger brother, she could handle (considering they weren't stuck up pretentious snobs) but she fought with her sisters all the time. "I get that. I mean, my sisters only spend half their live trying to make mine as miserable as possible. At least, they do when my father isn't busy doing it for them." She replied grimly, not really intending to make the conversation sound rough. Nyx just about hated her family though, except for a few select members of it. A memory sprung up in her mind about how cataclysmically devastated her father was about her not getting into Slytherin house.

To be frank, Nyx didn't really care about Molly. She hadn't ever met the girl, so it really didn't phase her. Plus, she saw herself as more close to Isaiah than a third year could have been anyway, not to make herself sound like a envious freak, because that wasn't it at all. Nyxie tossed the thoughs aside though, not really caring about any sort of kiss Isaiah had shared with Molly anyway. She felt good just being in his arms, her smile growing distinctively wider as she heard a soft moan come from his mouth. Hearing this, she put more pressure on the kiss, and moved her other hand so it was laying against his chest. This was way much better than that dare could have ever been. Not to mention the fact that Isaiah and her had been friends for so long; people had occasionally teased them about dating anyway.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah nods, frowning a bit though. His sisters only did it to him for the fun of it, they never met anything by it. Isaiah was just a pushover and they took advantage of it. Of course he had his fair share of pranks against them as well, but not as drastic when Zoe took all his clothes out of his drawers and throwing them into the mud when he was in the shower. He was stuck wearing girl clothes when his mum was washing his clothes and worse of all, they took pictures of it and posted them around Hogwarts.

Tightening the hold around her waist, he smiles as well when he feels Nyx lay her hand on his chest, thinking of an idea that he wasn't too sure about. Isaiah didn't want to rush anything between them. They've been best friends for years and everyone did tease him and Nyx about dating for how much time they spent together, some claiming they went past kissing... enough said. Deciding against his thoughts, he bites down her lower lip gently, opening his eyes slightly to see what she was going to do. Isaiah had a feeling that she was going to smack him but again he wasn't too sure about what she was exactly thinking at this point. Hell, he thought the moment their lips touched, she'd shove him away, but obviously not.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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Letting a small sigh follow her previous statement, she let the conversation drift away. Isaiah's family was great, for sure. He had siblings that, well, had friendly sibling rivalry. Both of her sisters just down right hated her, even as people constantly told her that wasn't true. Those people didn't see how Nyx got treated by them when there were no witnesses, though. Which, Nyxie really didn't care. She was a tough cookie who could hold her own, that was for damn certain. Isaiah was the only person she had ever told her whole family situation to, however. "Siblings suck, end of story." Nyx shoot him a small grin though, know his probably weren't as bad as Nyx's were.

Maybe it was just her, but she kind of felt a small tension created as she placed a hand upon his chest. Perhaps she was being too suggestive? Nyx definitely did not want to rush into anything. After all, this was only her second kiss, but it was her best one for sure. The thoughts brewing inside her head kind of shifted aside though, as she felt him tug onto her lower lip. A soft moan came out of her mouth. Wow. She liked that. A lot. There was still something so awkward about all of this, but it was more in the weirdly amazing kind of sense. Nyxie had never thought about Isaiah like that before, but currently her head was entertaining ideas of it.

[Isaiah Henderson]

"I agree, but they're the closest friends I got minus you of course. They may pick and tease me constantly but it's out of love." he nods laughing a bit at what he said which now seemed rather corny in his mind. "So what now Miss Monroe?" he asks tilting his head to the side as he loosens his tie some and unbuttoning the top button. "I hate this thing. My mum catches me without it all the time and I get in trouble." he mutters, rolling his eyes even though he was still a mama's boy. Isaiah knew Nyx knew this, but the older he got the more he started to hate and love it.

Isaiah moves his hands to the lower part of her back, sliding his thumbs just along the hem of her skirt but not actually inside though. Many thoughts starting running through his head that he never even dreamed about. Not in a million years he ever would have thought of Nyx that way but his imagination had different plans. Smirking lightly, he bites a little on her lower lip, tucking it slightly before breaking the kiss. "We're not going too fast now are we?" he asks taking a deep breath before opening his eyes again with a light smile on his face as he took one hand and placed it on top of the hand that was on his chest.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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She had to laugh at that. "Yeah well, you are all I got. My sisters are such pains in the ass. They definitely do not torment me out of love. The love of the sport, yes, but that's all." Nyx replied, a little more bitterly than she had intended. Amazingly, it was only her sisters that gave her a hard time. Her older brother was already moved out, and her younger brother was only five. Not to mention, most of her cousins were a bunch of bitches as well. "I don't know. We could sit and watch a movie, or something?" Nyx suggested, shrugging her shoulders. She laughed a little, watching him fiddle with his tie. "I think it looks handsome." Nyxie teases, knowing good and well his mom had absolute freak attacks on him for not wearing it. His whole mama's boy attitude was somehow... cute, in a way.

Nyxie nearly gasps into his mouth, feeling his hands travel lower and lower until they were at the very hem of her skirt. Everything was just moving with flying colors. Her head was spinning, and she still felt hot and dizzy, but it was a good sensation nonetheless. She felt him beginning to pull away, and she pulled back too, nearly gasping for air as she did so. "I-I hope not." She sort of stuttered, a stupid smile plastered on her face. Nyx laughed a little, and then leaned her face back into his to give him a quick peck on the lips. Sure, her mind was entertaining ideas, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for that level of committment yet.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah shakes his head lightly at that. "You can have half of my siblings, but I'm keeping my only brother." he says with a laugh. He knew that James well, an accident baby but hey he was glad anyway seeing as James was his only brother out of ten. Isaiah shrugs as well, just glacing at the mural again. "Movies are boring though. You just sit there and stare at a screen." he sighs, trying to think of something else they could possibly do. "And I think it should be thrown into the whomping willow." he mutters, shaking his head as she laughed at him.

Isaiah couldn't help but laugh a bit when he heard Nyxie gasp slightly. When he broke the kiss he took a deep breath as well, breathing hard but still managing a smile though. He nods lightly, "Okay then. If you say so Nyxie." Isaiah whispers softly leaning up and kissing her again this time deeper though, letting his fingers linger to the side her skirt slightly playing with the zipper by pulling it down slightly but not all the way.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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If Nyx had the option of trading siblings for real, she'd certainly trade her sisters in a heartbeat, no matter how mean that sounded. Nyx and her sisters were seriously mortal enemies, or at least that's what it felt like. "By all means, I would trade but I think it would be to cruel to ship my sisters off with you. I'm to good of a friend to make you suffer in such agony." Nyxie tried to throw in some humor into the conversation, adding a weak smile. Glad he was changing the subject though, she sighs a little. "Well what would you like to do, mister brilliant?" Nyx asked him, smirking a little, then automatically frowned. "No. You can't destroy our masterpiece."

A weak smile appeared on her face as she heard him laugh a little. She didn't know exactly why he was laughing, but it didn't bother her. Nyx bit down on her lip for a minute, unsure of what to do, but feeling him kiss her again brought that same weird spark back. Nyxie kissed back, matching his pressure and force he was putting into it. This time, she felt Isaiah's hand trailing along her skirt, playing with it and unzipping it a bit. She gasped slightly into his mouth again, seriously liking whatever kind of effect he was having on her. The skirt thing wasn't a bother right now, after all, she knew Isaiah wouldn't go that far. This was only the second kiss for the both of them.

[Isaiah Henderson]

Isaiah shrugs lightly, but he knew they had to be horrible. Nyx would complain and talk about them if they really got on her nerves that day and how much of a pain in the ass they were when they were trying to make her life even more horrible than it had to be. "Maybe we can sell them to a traveling muggle circus, if they'll pay that is. Or we can just give your sisters for free to them. Sure they need people to sweep after the elephants and camels." he grins, knowing that had to make her laugh. "How about a game of wizard's chess or I guess we can watch a movie. I just don't know what I wanna watch unless you have an idea already." he shrugs again but laughs soon after. "Oh alright. You may put it in your dorm room I suppose, but I won't be able to see it though."

Isaiah smiles lightly when she did, deciding to test another thing instead. He runs his tongue lightly on her bottom lip, feeling her biting it as well. It made him curious about why she was doing this, but he wasn't going to break the kiss again. He moves his hands from her skirt to the under part of her shirt, slowly letting his fingers run up her back until they reached her bra strap. Isaiah wasn't sure if he was teasing or doing this for his own entertainment at the moment, but he fumbles with the strap finally getting undone and lets his hands take hold her shirt pulling it up to her stomach and almost past her chest.

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[Nyx Monroe]

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A small sigh escaped her lungs; all of this was so repetative. Honestly, she didn't know how Isaiah put up with all her ranting and raving. Every time he turned around, Nyx was complaining about her siblings again. She just couldn't help it though. Her siblings, her father, an entired half of her family all hated her, just because she was in Hufflepuff House. There was a giant gratitude she felt for Isaiah for allowing him to fill his ears with nothing but her aggrivations for certain periods of time. His circus comment made her laugh however, and rolling her eyes she responded, "They were practically born in a circus. I swear, for as stuck up as they both are, they sure as hell could use some etiquette lessons." It was the truth, too. Her two sisters practically acted like they were born in a freaking barn. "Eh, a movie sounds alright, though I really can't think of one to watch." Nyxie shrugged, and slightly smiled at the fact that she could keep the painting in her dorm room.

'...Whoa.' Nyxie thought to herself. Her skin was tingling, it pushing against his seeing as they were both so close together. This was starting to get pretty intense, if she did say so herself. Nyxie was only sixteen and had never had a boyfriend before. She hadn't done anything, well, sexually at all. Last time she knew, Isaiah hadn't either, but now she was beginning to think otherwise. Then again, he was a sixteen year-old boy with hormones, that much she knew. "Whoa, Isaiah..." She mumbled against his lips, picking her hands up to push lightly against his shoulders. Nyx didn't want to seem like she didn't like him kissing her, but him lifting her shirt up made it feel like it was already going to far.

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{rofl, shush, you love me XD}