((I really do hate making them so nice...Well they will be back to normal sooner or later.))
"Get out." Draco snapped bitterly, his wand pointed at the tall, muscular figure in front of him. "Now Aiden(Jordath...I changed his name)" Aiden's eyes glowed dangerously under his long black hair. He had recently changed the length and colour.
"I was only saying hi." Aiden smirked. Draco's anger only made him stronger.
Naomi emerged from her bathroom. Colour had returned to her cheeks and her eyes sparkled lively. Little droplets of water dripped from her hair, plopping on the floor loudly. "Oh joy!" She muttered, throwing her towel down and pointing her wand at her head. Before she could mutter a drying spell, Aiden had grabbed her wrist.
"So you're a cutter now love?" Aiden whispered seductively, his face was inches from her own.
Naomi backed away slowly, her eyes were piercing as she looked directly at him. Rolling her eyes she hissed, "Well seeing as, thanks to you and the precious atrox, I cannot feel as much as a normal human, then yes I am a cutter now."
"Of course you can feel princess. Now the matter of dying--" A sly smile crossed his face. "Well that is a different story." He was trying to provoke her. He looked away from Naomi, moving his gaze to Draco. The boy had taken a few steps back and was now leaning against the wall. "Tough man you've got there love."
"Tougher than you'll ever be." Naomi said icly, pushing away from Aiden.
Aiden's fingers searched hungrily for her skin. Grabbing ahold of his waist, he growled lowly. "I'll warn you once Aiden...Once...Get out of here, or there will be consequences. Seeing as we both cannot die, we are in the same boat. I may be more then half your age, but that doesn't mean I'm not powerful enough to inflict some kind of bodily harm on you."
"Bold dear. Very Bold." With that, he was gone.
Naomi cursed under her breath. "Bloody killjoy."
Draco looked peeved as he made his way to the common room. "How did he become like that?" He asked curiously. "Did he choose?"
"I never really asked. I suspect that he was forced just as I was. It's just been so long for him that he's lost all innocence. I doubt he even remembers what he was like before they took him. I'm starting to forget my younger life. I fear they are trying to take my memories away. If so...Well I best not dweel on it until it happens." She said, opening a bottle of pop and taking a long sip.
"It's nice to see that you've fully recovered. I suspect you should get back to teaching sooner or later."
"Yeah, I believe I will soon. I haven't the energy to fight right now. That infamous attitude will return with time. Teaching will be a nice distract--."
Naomi rambled, running a hand through her hair.
"When did you begin to cut yourself?" Draco interrupted, standing up and walking towards her. He slipped the robe off of her and observerd the designs cut around her body. "My, aren't you the artist."
"I started before I was immortal." She muttered. "I attempted to cut that blasted dark mark out. I only managed to outline it. Over the past week I've added a few designs. I can't feel it, and I don't bleed much. I don't even plan to do it again, so don't question any more. I think I'll go get some fresh air. I'll see you later."
((She's outside now.))
