A Better Way To [ Calm ] Down;;

[Charlie Ross]

Charlie Ross!

Charlie Ross entered the school from the outside,cold,and numb.He hurt and words were floating around his head.He let out a sigh and miserably started to wards the main place he wanted.Almost needed to be.He pulled his cigarette case out of his pocket,not caring that he was inside.Not caring that it was bad for his health.He pulled one of the small slender white sticks out and placed it in his mouth as he walked.He placed the package back into his back pocket and slipped out his thing lighter and quickly lit his cigarette aflame.He made a sharp turn as he placed his lighter back into his back pocket next to his package of cigarettes.He walked down a hall as if he was in a hurry.When really he wasn't.Just mad.Well not mad,really.More like upset.And he had to fix it fast.Because if he didn't something could happen.Something that would remind anyone of his mother,if they knew his mother,that is.Ilia,his mother is quite the insane woman.And each day Charlie grew more and more insane like his mother.And perhaps,more and more sick in other such ways.He inhaled on his cigarette and pulled it out of his mouth to exhale.Inhale.Exhale.Inhale.Exhale.He continued to walk,his pace slowing,a cigarette was always one thing that could calm him down.But there were other things that calmed him down completely.That could keep his temper under control.That could make him forget it all.Forget his mother,who's in a mental institute.Forget his illness.Forget his fathers death.Forget everything.Halfway down the hall he turned again,and took the cigarette out of his mouth.He moved closer to the wall as he walked.He held the cigarette out to wards the wall and pushed it into the wall,continuing his slower,yet still somewhat fast pace walked on the Ground Floor.The ashes fell from cigarette to the floor,near the end of the hallway he threw the cigarette to the ground,and crunched it completely under his foot.Not caring if this was against school rules.Not caring about anyone watching him.Just not caring.He never really cared,anyhow.

He turned once more until he saw what he was looking for.Near he end of the hall he was standing in there was a door open with a bright light shining out.He walked to wards it at a hurried pace.His tight black skinny jeans making that swishy noise that jeans sometimes do,as he walked.His Vans clomping against the floor.His shirt,a plain old Escape the Fate band tee shirt.To tight to pull behind him at his brisk pace.But the zip up jacket over it,plain and black,he zipped up as far as he could as he walked.His hair today just black,and not done well.For he had just run his hands through it a few times.He had on his rectangular,black framed glasses,over his gray-blue eyes.He had been reading outside.Which was all he needed his glasses for.Reading.He ran his fingers through his hair just remembering that he had forgotten his book.He had been reading Romeo and Juliet when a few people had walked by pointing at him and laughing.Well,I guess few would be an understatement.It was more a group of people.Fifteen really.Mostly Slytherins.Some people just couldn't get along with him.Thinking him to be too girly.Which at times he could be.But it was just one of those many things he couldn't help.He sighed,stupid him,always forgetting things.He mentally scolded himself.Turning into the room he had been heading to wards.The bright light blinded him a bit,once he entered so he instantly backed out again,raising his hand over his head.The hallways were rather dark.And a bit chilly,honestly.He blinked a few times,and stepped back into the room,blinking some more.

Once his eyes had finally adjusted to the light he walked across the room,ignoring all the looks from people around him.There actually weren't that many people.A girl near the fire place.And a boy near the bookshelf.'Welcome to the Main Common Room.' Charlie thought to himself.Nobody was ever really in there and everything always seemed so dead.Which was one of the main reasons he loved it so much.The other reason was the piano in the far corner of the room.It was dusty,and nobody ever used it.Nobody except Charlie.Or at least he though so.He sat down on the bench in front of the piano once he had reached it.He ran his hands threw his hair one more time,tugging on it a bit before letting it fall back down around his pale face.He placed his hands on the piano,and stared at his fingers for a few minutes.His hands had been tattoo'd to look like skeleton hands.He had drawn it and everything and had a friend tattoo it there.After a few minutes had passed he looked up and stared at the paper in front of him.It had all the songs he knew how to play.Some he had even memorized.It was already on the page he needed.The book was his.He had just left it here.He let out a long puff of air.Finally he started to play and sing the song on the page.It's Not Over by Secondhand Serenade.

"My tears run down like razorblades.
And no, I'm not the one to blame.
It's you.Or is it me?

And all the words we never say,
Come out and now we're all ashamed,
And there's no sense in playing games,
When you've done all you can do."

Singing and playing had always been one of Charlie's strong points.He could play many instruments.And he was a rather good singer.And he was smart and remembered things.He could remember most of the parts in this song,but on occasion he had to look at the book and read from it.

"But now it's over,
It's over.
Why is it over?
We had the chance to make it.
Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over.
I wish that I could take it back."

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[Dominique Longbottom]

Dominique's feet skimmed the stone flagstones gently as she walked through the corridors. She had been doing a great deal of thinking lately, it was something she was quite good at really. She was able to forget the rest of the world if she wanted and just think. It wasn't as if anyone interrupted her thoughts. Maybe if she had been somewhere else someone would have disturbed her. Dominique was sitting on her bed in her dorm though, all of her room mates avoided her. It never really bothered Dominique. She loved the peace and quiet that was brought to her though a few people was nice to talk to every once in awhile.
Finally coming to a decision Dominique stood up from her bed. A good thing about quiet is you can think more clear and keep your thoughts straight. Dom loved that. She could always keep her mind on track and away from disruptions. Smiling she walked from the dorm, out the common room, and to the corridors. It was a fun day for Dominique. No homework to bother her no classes. It was a nice day. She giggled to herself quietly and started skipping. She wasn't skipping because she wanted to but more because she was used to it. Dominique's mother, Luna Longbottom, would always take Dom and her younger sister skipping around the lake and places just to skip. It had become a habit to Dominique.

She smiled as she drew near another student, and nodded to her. The girl was in Slytherin so Dominique didn't except her to talk to her. She was right, the girl turned from Ms. Longbottom and laughed at her.

Dom's smile remained in place though and she continued skipping ignoring all the students whom chuckled at her. Finally she reached where she wanted to go. The main common room.

She walked in slowly looking around. Her blonde hair looking rather wind blown and her bright blue eyes shined. Dominique's robes were somewhat wrinkly and messy . She didn't care though. She never really cared what she looked like as long as she had on clean clothes.

A singing voice came to Dominique's ears and she walked farther in. She smiled a bright smile to the boy who was at the piano, and clapped her hands lightly. She was behind him and hoped she didn't scare the Ravenclaw. Dominique knew he was a Ravenclaw because she has seen him around before; but never really spoken to him. He was a pretty good singer though.

[Charlie Ross]

Charlie Ross!

"But it's over.

I lose myself in all these fights.
I lose my sense of wrong and right.
I cry, I cry.
It's shaking from the pain that's in my head.
I just wanna crawl into my bed,
And throw away the life I led.
But I won't let it die,
but I won't let it die."

Charlie continued to sing.Continued to play the piano.Continued to ignore the world around him.Playing an instrument could always make him do that.It could make him forget about the world,and all his troubles.Atleast for a while.Losing himself in the music was what it was all about.And what it would always be about.It was something he needed and longed for.It was something he could never give up.With his mother in a Mental Institute.With his father dead.With having cancer before.And being sick,since he was born,and now getting worse again.It was something he needed and couldn't give up.Not now.Not ever.He had learned how to play all the instruments he can now,when he was younger.

"But now it's over,
It's over.
Why is it over?
We had the chance to make it.
Now it's over, it's over, it can't be over.
I wish that I could take it back."

"I'm falling apart, I'm falling apart.
Don't say this won't last forever.
You're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart.
Don't tell me that we will never be together."

A light clapping noise came from behind Charlie.Something he hadn't expected.And it scared him,a bit.He jumped in the air,his heart beating fast.He hated when people did that.Came up behind him and did something.Or said,'Boo.' from behind him or jumped out at him.Nobody knew why of course.But he did.It had been that way since his father's tragic death.He didn't kow why,but it was like a side effect or something.He turned slowly to find a girl behind him.Watching,listening.If the other two people in the room where listening they weren't making it apparent by hovering behind him,unlike this girl.It made Charlie smile.Dare to be different.It's what Charlie was.Different.And this girl seemed to be in a way too.He could sense it.See it in her eyes even.In her deep blue eyes."Uhmm.Hello."Charlie said to her,turning all the way around on the bench now to face the girl.He knew her from somewhere.Dominique Longbottom.He didn't know her,know her.But he had heard someone say her name before.And he had seen her around before.He could tell she was in Gryffindor,because of her robes.And he knew she was either in her seventh year or a year below him.Because Charlie was a sixth year.And this girl was in none of his mixed House classes.And she would have been in atleast one,had she been a sixth year.

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[Dominique Longbottom]

Dominique watched as her as he jumped up. She must have startled him abit. Dominique kept her smile though and she stood up straight putting her hands infront of her. She laced her fingers together and said "Hello Charlie" In her natural high tone. Just like her mothers. "You are a very good singer as well as piano player." She giggled lightly and tilted her head.

Her head tilting was another habit. She did it alot when meeting people, being confused, or just at any random time her head tiled off to one side. "I am Dominique" She added with a bright smile.

"Hmm, yes I have seen you before. You are a Ravenclaw." Dominique nodded her head lightly and straighted it again. "I do remember my mother telling she was a Ravenclaw. I wish I was but I am a Gryffindor and quiet happy with it."

Dominique shut her mouth a moment. She was talking to much again and people didn't like it when she did. Sighing happily she waited for him to talk so she could respond again.