Peak a boo (Markus)

[nicolas]

With nothing to do and no classes to teach, Nicolas thought it was time for some wandering around, and he knows just the place. He walked up to the Fat Lady who was standing in her portrait and waited until she could sing her song. Then she sang a bit of her song but didn't like the sound of it. She tilted her head to the left. "How's that? Do you think I should do it higher?"
"No."
"Or maybe I should go lower?"
"Could you just sing please?" he asked. Besides he only has time to wander around for an hour or two before the next class starts unfortunately.
"Oh alright." She sighed and instantly the door opened. "But next time just be patient. After all I've been training my voice for a while now." Nicolas chuckled and entered the corridor connecting to the dorms and the common room. He's used to it actually. He used to wait and wait until she would sing. Next, after looking at the common room, memories flooded to his head, he walked on to the dorms. In fact the one Zeke and Markus shares was in fact HIS dorm back in the day. He had shared it with one of Harry, Ron, and Hermoine's friends. He just forgot who he was actually. Oh yes, the father of Amanda. He walked up to the door but suddenly he smelled something coming from under the door. Is that weed? Hm. He knocked on the door and opened it then stuck his head in. "Knock knock, may I enter?" he asked.

[Markus O'Neil]

Music. Loud. Blaring. It was screaming from the dormitory of Sherwood Forest, and why was that? Well why the fuck not! It was a Friday afternoon, Markus had no more classes the rest of the day, well he did, but none that he planned to attend. Zeke would be gone till later that night; he had the room to himself. So what was it he planned on doing. Well as he sat at the desk, the green herb in a small buddha statue. Rolling out a small white paper, he opened the buddha statue and took a generous pinch of it, dropping it to the paper. Using his pinky, he gently pushed it around, adding abit more before he was satisfide with his creation. Placing the buddha statue under his bed, he began tightly rolling the paper into itself, closing off one end with a twist. Raising the hand-rolled creation to his lips, he used the top of his tongue to wet the very edge of the paper, causing it to tightly stick to the paper. Placing the joint down upon the desk, he pulled another rolling paper out and rolled it into a second paper, he wanted it to burn slow. Repeating the process again, he now had two perfectly rolled joints.

Raising one to his lips, he took the zippo from his pocket, the one Morgan had given to him for his birthday last year, and flicking his wrist, the lip flipped open and the flame burst to life. Holding the tip of the hand-rolled smoke up to it, he sucked in lightly, the ember taking. Flicking his wrist a second time, the lighter snapped shut with a loud click. Dropping the zippo back into the pocket of his slacks, he slid the second joint behind his left ear, a safe place. Taking a large hit from the joint, he breathed it into his lungs with a satisfide shiver. He loved the feelig of that first hit, when the smoke slammed right into you and everything but the feeling of numbness. When you could feel everything and nothing all at once. Letting the smoke out slowly, he closed his eyes as he felt his mind drifting. Sure, it probably would have been smart to open one of his windows, or maybe even turn on a fan, but nope, that wasn't living on the edge. That was being a coward!

Then he heard it. The light knock on his door. Fuck it, they could already smell the smoke, what was the point of trying to hide it? Standing up to go answer the door, he was shocked to see the person just poke their head in. Oh shit! It was a fucking professor! Starring in shock for a fraction of a second, Markus took a deep breath and got control of himself. "Well why not, you already have your fucking head stuck in here." Taking another hit from the joint he walked over to his window, and pushing it open, blew the smoke out of it before turning around, the hand-rolled smoke tucked neatly between two fingers while it's twin sat nestled against his ear. He really didn't care if he got in trouble, infact he cared so little that he took another drag infront of the Professor and blew it in his face. "So, what the fuck do you want? Or did you just drop by to say hi? Because if that's true the people who give a shit are down the hall."

[nicolas]

Not only was the weed going on but music. He forgot about the music though it was something HE liked to listen to. Rock music. Awesome. When the Professor had his head in the doorway after he knocked on the door, he watched Markus heading up to him asking him what he want and also blew the smoke in front of his face. Well for one he's not like other professors. In fact he admired this guy for doing this. Its so different from Harry and them and he's glad he's not back in that time. "Yeah well better than staying home," he first said. "Thanks." He walked in and closed the door behind him. That was before the guy blew the smoke in front of his face though. Heck he's used to it. Its not the first time.

"Well I came to remember my times here at Hogwarts and ironically this dorm was my dorm. I shared it with Nevelle, who of course is related to Amanda. Anyway, I also wanted to get away if I can from the fucking classes I have to teach." He rolled his eyes. Sure teaching can be fun but there are those in the classes he can't stand-the goody two shoes gotta get their work done or else-types. "Well fuck it. I can always just say i can do the fucking class tomorrow. I mean hell I need some time off. Anyway awesome music. I love that type."

While he waited for him to answer he noticed the bloody hand on the young man and instantly he wondered what the heck happened? How did he get that? Then his eyes traveled up to the man's face. "By the way, give me one. I fucking need a drag right now," he said, and boy does he need it. See if this guy can deal with those twirps. "Aren't you going to or you'll smoke all of the weed? And fuck what the headmaster or mistress or whatever they are says. I can care less. They don't know the pressure we go through especially me." He sat down on a nearby chair to wait until he could get one. Boy he needs one.