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Feet prominently laid out on a desk, dead eyes staring at nothing... Razzy Chancelier was a rather predictable fellow. He leaned back in his seat, one hand on the back of his neck, the other resting on his outstretched stomach. This was something that Razzy every day for hours at a time. It wasn't meditating, it was more like... Blocking out all thoughts and turning into stone for as long as possible. This was a common activity for people like him. People who suffered from Anti-Social disorder (and Schizophrenia... But Razzy currently lacked that moniker on his list of "Things that are wrong with me") tended to do this particular nothingness. He never really needed to think, anyways. He thoughts were rather haunting and bothersome.

However, the Hufflepuff had been having some trouble participating in his lonely activity. His mind kept distracting him. Razzy's thoughts flickered from what classes he was supposed to be attending the next day, to having dirty, raunchy sex with the ditsy blonde girl that sat across from him in Transfiguration, to... Obviously, Erin Harper. Despite his constant denial that he was head over heels for the Slytherin, Razzy knew that he shouldn't still be thinking of Erin so much. It was ever since they had that kiss... Razzy didn't only want to bang Erin senseless, as he did with most attractive people he met. He felt sick... No, not sick... It was something different. Something he never felt before.

But Razzy wasn't supposed to be able to feel.

The Hufflepuff recalled the day when Erin came sulking into that very same room and sat at that very same desk Razzy's feet now occupied. His chest ached for a second, remembering how bitter and nasty Erin was towards Razzy. It was adorable. Erin was always trying to fight against Razzy's flirting, but in the end... Razzy nearly won. The kiss was definitely an accomplishment for the Hufflepuff. If it weren't for that fact that Erin was still fighting a bit, he would be eternally happy.

He had considered taking a break from Erin, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his word. He would go through withdrawal. Razzy could have all the snogging and shagging he wanted, but it wasn't the same as sitting around and speaking about pointless things with Erin. Something was wrong with him. The boy still had the full capabilty of stealing kisses from numerous amounts of students, however, and that kept him at ease. As long as Razzy had people to be physically "loved" by, his mind was at ease.

However, Razzy hadn't had a proper kiss since Valentine's Day. Which definitely wouldn't do in Razzy's eyes. It wasn't that he was planning on snogging the next person he saw... He just wished he was getting more action than he did. He was merely sixteen years old and had yet to acquire any sexually transmitted diseases. How embarrassing. While Razzy really had loose lips, he was a bit quiet with how many people he had actually shagged. Which was a mere three, out of the hundreds of tongues he shared. He remember every single time quite vividly. One was with some chick at a party, another time with a rather attractive French bloke that was probably in his early twenties, and then the inevitable Eli... On multiple occasions.

But he never mentioned this to anyone. Heaven's no. He was prideful, but he wasn't a complete sleaze.

Razzy's head shook away his thoughts once more. He was being silly. He had to stop thinking so much. He settled down again and began staring up at the dusty ceiling when he heard the door open. His green eyes flicked to the door, which blocked the view of his newfound company. Razzy stared back up at the ceiling, "Sorry... I wasn't aware I was having visitors today." Almost as if this was his classroom. Technically, he did mentally claim it after he spent time with Erin in there. But he wouldn't expect other people to know what he was thinking.

Christopher had been having a really bad day. He had barely been able to get through his homework, and while he was not some book nerd like a Ravenclaw, he made grades that would allow him to be on the Quidditch team the day he was accepted. Besides maintaining those grades the only things important to Christopher was whether or not he could one day train or learn to be n animagus and being able to keep his secret well a secret.

He was new to the issue that he was undergoing, and yet while he wanted desperately to have someone he could talk to about it. Well Chris truly didn't know who he could trust not to judge him for being what it was starting to look like he was. Oh sure he had dated girls and while many of the girls he had been dating had told people that he was a great snogger and shagger. Well the truth of the matter was with a girl he could never make himself go beyond the snogging. And even that was a little difficult for him.

Wanting to find some where quiet so he could think about his current issue. That and he didn't want anyone finding him while he was taking care of his problem. Having wondered around the castle he finally found a place that looked to be empty. An old empty classroom. He couldn't remember what kind of class had been held there once, or even if it had ever been an open classroom during his years at the school. Either way it would do for what he wanted to be alone for.

Pushing the door open he looked inside. And was happy to see it was empty, well until someone's voice rung out from the side hidden by the door. Looking around the door, Chris was a bit shocked to see someone so casually sitting or laying on the desks that were still in part of the classroom. “Sorry, thought it was empty. Seems the empty classrooms aren't as empty as the Professors thinks eh?” He smiled at the other young man and then started to leave.

“Sorry, thought it was empty. Seems the empty classrooms aren't as empty as the Professors thinks eh?”

Razzy perked up a bit when the person answered him. They seemed decent enough considering they actually answered him. What he said could have been taken rather dickishly. It was just like Razzy to come off as an asshat even around the most decent of people. Not saying that this bloke was decent, Razzy just appreciated the effort. It was rather sad if he was finding a simple sorry a nice thing. Perhaps Razzy was just used to being around jerks... Which wasn't doubtful since he preferred rowdier company to the quiet and mundane.

He turned his head, making eye contact with his reluctant visitor. He didn't exactly know what to think at first... Christopher Collins had always seemed like a rather proper boy. But there was always doubt in his mind. After all, his last name was Collins. And Razzy wasn't likely to forgive the Coward Collins any time soon. He could still remember the smug little first year's face... "They're your cousins, you deal with them." Even Razzy would be able to stun the Dark girls if they had their backs turned. And Razzy sometimes doubted if he was even a wizard! However, his hatred wasn't for the whole Collins family. Just the two moronic Hufflepuff girls.

Plus, there was always the chance that Chris wasn't actually related to them. How common was the last name "Collins"?

The Hufflepuff considered Christopher for a moment. He could always ask him to join Razzy and converse with him... Considering he wasn't getting any non-thinking done, it wouldn't hurt to have a little company. Normally, Razzy didn't care for people. They were basically just tools for him to play with and be amused. The more risky the situation he put them in, the happier Razzy was. It was then that Razzy could become unpredictable. It wasn't his fault that he constantly needed to be amused... When Razzy was bored, he became dangerous. Lacking a conscience does that to a person.

Christopher turned to leave and Razzy finally decided that, yes, he would like the Collins boy to join him. He pulled his feet off the desk and nearly rose to his feet, "Wait..." he told Chris, maintaining a pleasant tone. He stretched out his hand and beckoned the boy to come back in.

"You can sit in here, I don't mind..." he told him. Razzy's face remained blank, but slightly stricken with curiosity... As it always was. The boy knew fully well that his permanently straight expression was never really all too welcoming. It was moments like that he knew to at least smile a tad. But there was one habit Razzy had that hardly anyone had caught onto... Razzy only smiled if he fancied a good snogging from a person... Or if he was around someone he loved, like Eveline. It was basically in his subconscious now. It was either he loved the person, or he wanted to abuse their face with his.

Razzy considered Christopher again, green eyes dissecting the Gryffindor's body mercilessly. While Chris's stature was definitely pleasing to the eye, and his hair was prim and proper... Razzy wasn't totally impressed, but he would definitely steal a snog or two from that boy if he could. But that was possibly all he would try to get from the Collins boy. He was afraid he would hurt him in some way if he took it any farther... People could be so touchy if someone they were intimate with doesn't want to continue a relationship. Chris reminded Razzy slightly of Peyton... He wasn't really sure what it was about him, but the two seemed alike somehow.

Finally, a charming smile cracked on Razzy's face. "I'm in need for some company, anyhow..." he told him, leaning forward in his seat, towards his guest. Razzy believed Chris to be straight. He saw him with plenty of girls, anyhow... But that always sparked the Hufflepuff's interest even more. Razzy was infamously bisexual around the school, too. It wasn't uncommon for a boy to become uneasy in his presence. Most homosexuals would find this highly offense. They weren't all common sluts, after all. But being uncomfortable around Razzy was actually perfectly reasonable.

The boy liked physical affection. And if saw an opening, he would take it. However, he knew when he should lay off of someone if they didn't want Razzy mouth all over theirs. Consensual snogging was the best snogging. It was hard to get feeling out of a horrified slag that refuses to kiss back.

"I'm guessing you're looking for a private place to study? I can help you if you like," his head tilted, fake smile still planted on his lips, "Studying, I mean." Razzy was amazing at deceiving people. However, he always thought his fake smirks were... well... fake. But it was rare for someone to see Razzy genuinely smile, so they really had nothing to compare it to. His eyes bored into Chris's. Razzy wasn't about to let him go... The more he analyzed Chris, the more he wanted him to stay and "keep him company".

Chris stopped when he heard the other guy call out. Turning back he looked at the guy and tried hard to remember where the guy was from. Well besides being a Hogwarts student. And then he remembered having seen this guy in a few of his classes so that meant he was a fifth year.  Now if only Chris could remember what house. He was guessing it wasn't Gryffindor or Ravenclaw cause Chris was good at remembering the faces of those people given they were pretty much on the same floor. That left Hufflepuff or Slytherin. And Chris was really hoping he wasn't a Slytherin.

Well that was just great, so this guy wanted company and for some reason had decided that Chris should be the one to give it to him. And here Chris was sort of needing some private time. 'Just my luck' He thought but he shrugged as he stepped into the room a little more. He then even closed the door though he didn't actually remember moving to do so. Odd oh well now they were alone in a room with the door shut. Yeah like Chris's mind didn't start heading for the gutter right as soon as it realized this. That didn't help the fifth year with his issue one bit.

“Um you could say that.” Studying wasn't in his top most ideas at that moment but when Razzy told him that he could help him. Chris nearly swallowed his tongue and wondered if the evidence of his situation was more clear then he had thought it would be in the jeans he was wearing at that moment. Stuffing his hands in his pockets. Trying to hide the issue as best he could, Chris walked a little closer to where Razzy was sitting. Taking a seat in the chair beside the wild hair guy, Christopher then held out one hand to the fellow student.

“Christopher Collins. Though if you are a fifth year I'm guessing you'd know that given we have classes together. Though I'm afraid I never caught yours. And studying wasn't really on my top five list of things to do in private. Cause as you can see.... no books.” He held his arms out as if to show Razzy that he hadn't anything with him, well his wand that was hanging from the belt holder on his pants. “So mind if I ask what house you're in?”

“Um you could say that.”

One of the Hufflepuff's sculpted eyebrows curved upwards. The boy had a strange air about him. What exactly had he planned on doing? Razzy felt like a bit of a hypocrite for wondering what Chris was up to. He wasn't being so natural himself. But if he wasn't studying, what was he doing? This oddly interested Razzy. It was like a mystery... That revolved around a sweet looking Gryffindor. The way it was with Razzy was that, if they weren't in his own house, he would most likely find them a bit interesting. Even then, it was generally hard to spark his interest.

The boy sat down next to Razzy and he leaned back in his chair again. He was insufferably awkward, it seemed. Else... He simply gave off that vibe. Perhaps he was uncomfortable around Razzy. An easy fix, it was... Razzy had a way with words. He also gave soothing massages. A smirk still lingered on Razzy's lips. He didn't want to make the boy feel uneasy. But the idea of it seemed like so much fun. There was nothing a person like Razzy enjoyed more than making the cute, awkward students feel like they were put into a situation. However, he decided against it as the boy stuck out his for Razzy to shake. He would take it easy with this one... for now.

“Christopher Collins. Though if you are a fifth year I'm guessing you'd know that given we have classes together. Though I'm afraid I never caught yours. And studying wasn't really on my top five list of things to do in private. Cause as you can see.... no books.”

Razzy wasn't sure what he found more perplexing... The fact that Christopher didn't think Razzy knew who he was... Or the fact that Chris didn't know who he was. Obviously, they had plenty of classes together. He was starting to think that Chris was slow. As much as Razzy liked slow people (since he could be as witty and awful as much as he liked), it was a bit disappointing. And it made Razzy think about how on Earth he knew who this boy was, and yet he didn't know him. It was almost a stab to his ego... But it would take a lot more than a strange face to make Razzy feel insulted.

Despite his confusion, Razzy smiled smoothly. He gracefully took the boy's hand (his grip appropriately tight) and shook it lightly. "My name's Reynaud Chancelier... But you may call me Razzy. I know it's a weird nickname, but..." the Frenchman simply chuckled lightly. Razzmatazz was the most ridiculous nickname he had ever heard of. And yet, he thought of it more as his actual first name... Rather than Reynaud. Mainly because he was named after his father and his father's father, and so on. He hated his dad. He hated his family. But at least he had Eveline.

The Hufflepuff looked the boy over when he pointed out that he had no books. His eyebrow lifted up once more. He was still wondering what the boy was up to. Razzy pulled his legs around so he faced the Gryffindor, a smile still faintly curving his lips. He was strangely enjoying the light conversation. He had never met someone who didn't know who he was. His name and face got around the school quite a lot. It was almost like a fresh start...

“So mind if I ask what house you're in?”

Razzy bit his lip. No, I do mind you asking! he thought to himself, wanting to tease the boy so badly. Why would he mind telling the boy his house? Of course, it was just the weird English way of speaking. He held his tongue and smirked again, "Hufflepuff," he told him. The thing about Gryffindors was that they usually only had beef with the Slytherins. The Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had a weird unspoken bond about being friendly with each other. Gryffies guarded the Huffles, and the Huffles shared their knowledge of... What...? Plants? What did they know?

"So if you weren't planning on studying..." Razzy asked, his voice rather intimate as he leaned closer towards the boy, "What were you planning on doing?" He was simply interested. Perhaps he was looking for a place to wank? Or to cry? Razzy could help him with either of those situations.