Be of interest to me or shove off.

[irritus]

The darkly ominous beast of a boy sat in one of the plush couches in the middle of the common room with his legs up on one arm and his head resting on the other. The imposing form of the tall slytherin was seemingly lost in thought. The only reason this was apparent was his twiddling the thick solid black rod in his hands. The diamond of pitch black glimmered and glittered as he twirled in in his right hand. His skillfully agile fingers flashing about as the rod spun faster and faster, growing close to magically rapid. The boy was not wearing his sash, nor his shades over his black eyes. The fire had been snuffed out so that he could relax in the darkness he was most accustomed to. His gaze firmly on the ceiling without an ounce of true emotion on his face.

The image of an unreadable and unapproachable brute had kept him fairly isolated among the others. Even his own house was weary of his presence, as if they sensed the danger in his blood. The savage blood lust that threatened to consume him, and the uncanny chaos that resided in his soul. The fervent wishes left in his most twisted heart were all but destroyed, and he was more cynical and vicious after the year of his sisters eleventh year had passed. She should be in this school, but he was yet to locate her. Irritus had no idea what house she may have been sorted in and apparently her name was not that which she had been given at birth. It seemed to him his job was a fair bit bothersome and he was slowly growing impatient. The anger in his heart was already at the brink and it took little to over blow his furry.

"Where are you my dear little sister..."

The muttered comment had the hot hiss of a sickening annoyance that caused him to tighten his grip on the cursed scythe. There was no reason to be so hard to find, and her loss of her true name meant only that he would be forced to teach her that as well. In his short burst of temper he threw the black rod at the wall and watched as it bashed the into various people sleeping in the paintings. The unseeing occupants woke with a pained start and the sound of Irritus' bitter amusement. the rod moved with a malevolent intent against the occupants of the paintings before finally returning to the right hand of the now sated beast. The animal in disguise awaiting his chance to feed the hunger for blood that he shared with his pet master. The rod that dominated his soul and fed his hateful heart. It had been far to long since he'd been fed an ample meal.

[elizabethknightley]

Elizabeth had been out the night with friends, even when she should have been studying. It was either pile on the books or fail the year; if only her social life wasn't in the way. They thought it would be funny to lead some poor first year on, claiming that they wanted to be friends with the fellow. Needless to say, things didn't end as well as he hoped. They literally tortured him in ways that just had to be illegal. She was sure of it, just by the look in his eyes. They were the ones she had to call her friends; sick, sadistic kids with a knack for evil doing. She hated every second of it, and yet she had always been too afraid to speak up for herself.

This was one of the many reasons that she questioned her place in Slytherin. Sure, she made a few mistakes in her academic career. Who doesn't? But it really made her think. Could it be that deep down inside she was evil herself, a truly awful person? She shuttered at the very thought, wrapping Jake's jacket tighter around herself as she approached the portrait entrance. What was that password again? Oh yes. She whispered it aloud, careful not to wake up any of the other portraits. If one woke another it would soon travel to the main floor where she'd get in trouble for sneaking out again.

She was dressed in a plain black dress, sleeveless with a pair of matching black leggings. To top it off, a black knit cap rested against the back of her head. Elizabeth was tired as Hell, and she had planned to collapse on the common room couch the entire way over. She removed Jake's jacket and left it on the coffee table for him to pick up when he arrived later that night, about to fall back against the couch when she saw a figure nearby. "Sorry. Didn't..uh..didn't see you there," she said shakily, nearly jumping out of her skin when she noticed the other.

Liz had heard of this one before; Irritus Arcanum. A lot of the girls claimed to be creeped out by his very presence, but she didn't see what was so scary about him. Maybe it was just because she was use to the frightening, lurking type. Either way, she found herself somewhat jealous of him. Jealous of everyone like him as well. How could they do such questionable deeds without feeling bad about it afterwards? She could be so easily manipulated and she cursed herself for that.

"Couldn't get to sleep either?," she tried so hard to smile, moving to a chair on the opposite side of the room. There she began to curl up, knees hugging tight to her chest.

[irritus]

Irritus was surprised to see the portal open and his eyes shied away from the slightly brighter light that came from the outside of the portal. He was not at all hurt by the dim lights of nightly prowls but they tended to twinge a bit when he first caught the extra light. Irritus was massively effected by every change in light without the protection of his usual gear to hide his eyes. It wasn't very often that he was interrupted in his private moments of reflexion, and he didn't much like it. His eyes remained averted until he was given a sudden apology. He had heard her approach but sure she wasn't going to sit on him. Irritus' annoyance with this little airhead was growing already. The glare in his black eyes as she moved away was obvious for only as long as a glimmer. His unfathomable eyes held the emotions he didn't feel necessary to show, nor to acknowledge. In reality he wasn't as hard to get along with as many thought, you just had to understand when to shut up and sit on the other side of the room. Irritus saw her curl up and a mild amount of attraction crossed behind his retina's at the sight of her, she seemed out of place, a feeling he understood well.

His unwanted companion in this night's wonderings would either prove entertaining willfully or with his added touch to make it so. Irritus was a rather morbid fellow in many ways, and tormenting a silenced victim in the common room for the crime of starting a drab conversation was not beneath him in any way. In fact he was wondering if he should skip the attempt to find interest in her and start now. His mind wrapped the thought in an added rush of excitement as his fingers held tightly the length of magically enhanced stone. His eyes flashed malice for a moment, but then her voice whipped his evil intent into place. He had nearly lost himself there, and the chance that he'd make a mess here was too likely. Irritus berated himself for his idiocy and instead took in the words that she said. She was at least a smooth talker, after all, she'd made it into this house. Maybe she would be more interesting to him then he thought, or maybe her blood would be a proper feed to his starved Carmen.

"I don't sleep much. The weekends usually offer enough rest for me. Otherwise I roam the night. I don't really fit in here, so the only time I feel safe is during the pitch dark of night."

He offered his best attempt at a caring look, which began and ended at his eyes. He really didn't have the muscle receptors to make a proper smile. He could do the sadistic satisfaction look, but a genuine smile was beyond his limits. The strange thing that lead farther into his mind then anything was the word safe. In an honest way the animal that many feared for his ruthlessness and detached rage was uneasy around people. He was not only uneasy but felt unsafe in a place where he could not see anything. In the night he was comfortable and untouchable. He could not only see more then any living human he had the senses of an animal as well. Irritus was bred and trained for the night, and it was his home. The sun was a foe he couldn't so much as see. His uneasiness was deeper then the people that were so very different then himself, but that his ability was diminished in the light. He felt naked under the sun, that orb in the sky he'd waited so long to see. As he looked at the girl across from him he sensed the same uneasiness and a hint of insecurity. Though, he had no idea if those sensed feelings were real or his hopeful imagination.

[elizabethknightley]

There was something strange about this guy, she just couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was those dark eyes, or his pale skin.. Although others saw him as frightening she saw more mystery within those black eyes, a story waiting to be told. Perhaps they were right and he was some kind of savage, but a misunderstood savage if any. Elizabeth never trusted the rumors that roamed around Hogwarts, half of them didn't show much sense in those that created them. She was dearly hoping she hadn't interrupted something, but in a matter of seconds her eyes had wandered over to the flustered portraits on the wall diagonal to him. What was that, a rod of some sort? She didn't begin her discovery with accusations because for some reason she didn't see the monster within, the threatening presence that everyone else had claimed to see. She saw heartache though, the yearning for something.. But most of all, emptiness.

Elizabeth herself was empty, bound to the idea that no one in her house would ever be quite like her. They were only there for manipulative purposes, and she was the only one with a conscience. She hadn't asked for such a fate, the only thing she truly wanted was a real friend. Someone that she could show her true colors around without the constant journey for acceptance. She grew to hate everything about them, and yet she loved them all the same. She loved the feeling of being wanted, the center of attention at every social gathering. They could offer her that, and so much more. But was it what she truly wanted? Not even she could answer that.

His words hit her like an arrow to the heart and she soon felt bad for the poor guy. Seeking acceptance, wanting to be a part of "everyone else". There were some pretty rotten rumors going on about him, ones she couldn't bring herself to believe. "I know what you mean," she whispered aloud, taking a deep breath before she continued. "I'm never going to get accepted in this place, I'm just not..Slytherin enough. I can't talk to my," she made air quotations, "'real friends' about anything."

[irritus]

Irritus was an empty creation made to break things and shatter the lives of those in his way. It was a fairly reasonable thing to believe him dangerous, though this female didn't. Irritus suspected that all his fellow slytherins had a conscious awareness of others with corrupt or vicious hearts. Many of the haughty bastards simply had the sense to stay away from there social and physical betters. Irritus himself didn't mind the absence of others, it wasn't like his reputation was unearned. His anger and his need to draw blood were in fact pure feelings, it was simply that he had little to do to offset it. He was always weary of others around him, and as such was never safe. His consuming darkness enveloped him and rejected others.

The look he caught from her was a new one indeed, and Irritus found it curious. He was used to the look of various levels of fear, respect and disgust. He was hated, despised, and he was even worshiped by certain less the desired elements of the school. Irritus was many things, but he had not been under those eyes in a very long time, if ever. His own orbs travels across the features of her face and took in her expression. The unbiased and seemingly distant eyes devoured everything he saw. He felt a mild kinship with her, as if she fit a mold that worked well with his.

"Why are you talking to me?"

He just couldn't accept her words however, she represented one thing that he both wanted and feared. He could not feel companionship and he could not understand having a friend. He didn't understand why she spoke to him and he didn't see why she would have actually said more then one line. She had actually responded, it was more then any one person had said to him in this castle.

"You don't fit in here but you can deceive them and make them think you do? You're just as much a Slytherin as the rest. Cunning and sly, evil doesn't fall into this house, just the elusive and the adaptable. You thirst for something and you get it. You want to fit in, so you do. You're just hiding, and you do it in the middle of the sunlight. To me, you are an amazing individual. I can't even open my eyes in the sunlight."

Irritus stood and slid the rod into a kind of holster at his side. As he rose the heavy black and green robes that symbolized his house billowed around him. His disheveled black hair fell into place and he tied his black sash to the rod at his side. He looked over to the female that had come in and spoke to him. He wouldn't be satisfied in leaving her, he hadn't spoken to anyone much in his life. He'd had simulated conversations, but never actually talked to anyone. He was a caged creature, and he was a frightening creature on top of that. His eyes glimmered a glossy depth as he caught her features again. He seemed to give a beckoning gesture with his head, his expression just as blank and unassuming as ever.

"Walk with me Ms. Outcast."