rolling in the deep;;landon

[dahlia]

the scars of your love
remind me of us

they leave me thinking
that we almost had it all

Dahlia Nott was not extremely happy about going to the ministry gala. However, as both her mother and Landon had told her, anyone who was anyone would be there. If she ever wanted a job anywhere when she was older, this is where she could start. She looked at her self in the mirror. She eyed the sparkly green dress, and she knew Landon was right, the shoulders needed to be altered.

She had only asked Landon as friends, because she knew the boy was gay, which is why he had known the proper way the dress should be worn. She was happy to have him as a date, because she felt he was up to her standards, which is hard to achieve. Looking at the clock, she realized she needed to be down in the common room in a short amount of time, but not quite yet.

Closing her eyes, she sat down onto her bed and closed her eyes to think for a moment. How did she feel about any of this with the Death Pack? Of course she supported it, there was no contest. But with her father working for the death squadron, she was starting to get a little worried. It was dangerous work he was doing. Her older sister Delilah had told her many times it was all for the best, and she believed her, but she didn't know if her father should be risking his life for it.

She opened her eyes and realized she was no running late. Standing and adjusting her dress, and grabbing her dress, she walked down into the almost empty common room. There were a few younger years sitting working on the couches, and she spotted Landon working in the corner, getting out his things to make the alterations.

"Landon!" she called, waving and walking toward where he was setting up.

[landon]

Of all the events that had gone on that year, the gala was probably the one that was most suited towards Landon's tastes. Sure, he liked the fun stuff like parties and all that, but this is the sort of place where he could shine. Of course, there would be all different kinds of important people in attendance and Landon was more than ready to start meeting them all. He was quite certain that a few rather famous wizarding designers would be there and that was who he would be aiming to meet in particular. Obviously, it would be the perfect time for him to show off his work and start getting recognized by the people that actually mattered. Not to mention, most of the designers were absolutely amazing and he would fanboy out to meet them.

When Dahlia had asked him to come down to alter the dress, Landon was absolutely more than willing to do so. He quite liked the girl and obviously helping make her look good was something he had no qualms about doing. Grabbing up his things, Landon had started to lug them up to the commons room to set up for when Dahlia came down with the dress. While he was quite fond of the colours and the materials of it, the shoulders just bothered him. No aspiring fashion designer could let his date go out in something that wasn't absolutely stunning, anyways, so he was more than willing to make a few alterations. Besides, it had been far too long since he'd gotten to work on something worth his time.

His mannequin ready to stick the dress on and his other materials at the ready, Landon was quite pleased when he turned around to see Dahlia with the dress. Shooting her a quick grin. Landon hurried forward to take the dress from her arms. "Dahlia, darling. How are you?" he asked before beginning to get the dress ready. Unfolding it, he slipped it onto the mannequin, pinning it so that it was in the proper position for him to start working on it. Landon turned to his kit and took out a needle, starting to quickly take the stitches out from the shoulders. "Been to any good parties lately?" he asked, looking over with a sly grin. He didn't doubt for a moment that she had, but it was always something that he didn't mind hearing about.

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[dahlia]

the scars of your love
remind me of us

they leave me thinking
that we almost had it all

Dahlia kissed Landon quickly on the cheek, handing over the dress to him. She helped him fix the dress onto the mannequin and sat down in a chair close to where he was working, as not to get in his way. "Dahlia darling, how are you? Been to any good parties lately?" he asked her. She smiled but rolled her eyes; of course she'd been to some good parties, she was Dahlia!

She nodded at him. "Of course I have! Is my name not Dahlia Nott?" she said, smiling. "Oh, and get this! I've woken up three times this week with different guys in my bed. I have no idea what their names are, but I know two were slytherins, and one was a Ravenclaw, all seventh years." It surprised even Dahlia herself she did not yet have an STD, or had never been pregnant. She was proud of who she was, but even she had to admit she way have been a little too wild. She was a much prettier version of her mother.

She smiled proudly as she finished her thought. She looked back at Landon who was still finishing with his alterations. "Hey Landon, can I ask you a serious question?" She had again heard from her sister everything with the Death Squadron would be okay in the end, but she wanted to hear it again, to be reassured everything would be alright. She knew Landon's father would be on the same side, having been a good friend of both her mother and father.

She looked back at Landon, pulling herself out of her thoughts.

[landon]

Landon couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her comment. As expected, she definitely had been hitting up a few parties around the school. He'd been at a number of them, for sure, but he was generally too caught up with his own business to really pay attention to who all else was there. "Well, it certainly wouldn't be a party without you in attendance now, would it?" Landon asked, a jesting tone to his voice. It was this trait that he found most fun amongst the majority of his housemates. They knew how to have a good time, how to party and they damn well knew how to be classy while the did it. Obviously, that set them far apart from the rest of the school and made them much more superior.

Though he wasn't exactly the model of virtue, Landon nevertheless shook his head a bit at Dahlia's antics. He didn't have an issue with it, of course, he couldn't help but act quite superior. Though, it wasn't as if he didn't sleep around when he could. "Dahlia, Dahlia, whatever will we do with you, you little whore," he chided, though the amused grin on his face showed that he was simply joking around with her. He certainly wouldn't have changed her at all, since she was quite fine the way she was. Landon liked the excitement of hearing about her exploits, since he himself didn't always get to slut around as much as he'd have liked. Too many of the guys were unfortunately straight.

Starting to restitch the shoulders in a much more fashionable manner, Landon lifted his eyes for a moment when Dahlia started to get serious. It wasn't all that often that he heard her tone change into something like that, so he paused from his work to really give her his attention. "Well, of course. What's on your mind, love?" he asked, a slightly concerned look passing his face as leaned back against the wall to get comfortable. Landon, while not exactly the most emotive at times, was a fantastic listener. He could be quite understanding when the need arose and his advice generally was something that was able to calm peoples nerves. Of course, only certain special people were able to get that out of him, but he was more than happy to do so for Dahlia.

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[dahlia]

the scars of your love
remind me of us

they leave me thinking
that we almost had it all

Dahlia laughed as Landon said, "Dahlia, Dahlia, whatever will we do with you, you little whore." She saw the smile and knew he was joking, because that's the way Landon and Dahlia worked. "What can I say, I may be a little slut, but I'm a sexy litle slut." She looked at him as he leaned against the wall, a concerned look settling over his face. She looked at him with what she knew was fear in her eyes. She, like Landon, didn't usually open up to others. But, she looked at Landon like an older brother, and didn't really mind it with him. She couldn't help but take a deep breath before speaking, knowing she was her most vulnerable right now.

Dahlia looked up at him. "O-okay. Lately I've been thinking alot about the Death Squadron. From what they've told me, I know my dad's doing dangerous work, and I'm really scared for him. Delilah tells me all the time, not to worry, he'll be okay but... I can't help but to worry. I know that we'll win in the end but.. I don't want my dad to be gone before that happens. And of course I'll always be on our side, the right side, but I just... how do I know he'll be okay?"

She looked back up at him, her eyes forming tears while she was talking. She blinked them back, not wanting to cry in front of him.

She wondered what it was like to be them in the death squadron. She knew that some of them were even assassins, and she imagined that had to be one of the scariest things ever. She knew that anyone who was part of it was extremely devoted, like she and her family were, but she wondered if anyone else had doubts about it.

That's why she had asked Landon. She needed to know if he thought she should be worrying, or if it was stupid for her to even doubt their success, or any of them being hurt or killed.

[landon]

Landon found that he tended to be most at ease when joking around with his mates. Sarcasm and witty retorts came naturally to him and it was just easy to slip into that role with people, especially when he was close to them like he was with Dahlia. "A sexy slut you are. It's too bad I'm gay," he replied with a laugh. He'd been know to sleep with the occasional girl when he was particularly bored, but he tended to shy away from just sleeping with friends, since that mucked up relationships far too much. It was easiest for Landon to just hold back from that and keep his actual friends as just friends instead. Besides, he really only did that when he was feeling particularly angsty and that didn't happy far too often.

Knowing full well that the conversation was about to turn into something far more serious than he was used to dealing with, Landon moved from his position next to the mannequin to sit down next on the nearest couch. He wanted to make sure that Dahlia had his full attention, especially if it were something particularly serious. Landon raised his gaze to hers, the concern apparent in his eyes. The fears that she voiced were completely legitimate, though Landon liked to think that they were baseless. It was dangerous work and he damn well knew that. He had enough family members wrapped up in it to know that it was something that deserved worry. However, he had to choose his words carefully and ensure that Dahlia felt comfortable enough to relax.

Breathing in for a moment, he motioned for Dahlia to come sit next to him. He didn't have younger siblings himself and he thought of Dahlia as something akin to a younger sister, so this was a role that he slipped into fairly easily. "I understand completely how the worry could get to you. Honestly, it's a crazy situation and it's hard to put so much trust in it. But, your dad is a great man. He knows what he's doing and I have full confidence that he'll be fine," Landon nodded, giving her a rather assured smile. He couldn't promise her anything, but he could do his best to make her feel better about it all. It was his intention to continue with the Death Squadron upon his graduation and hopefully to take a position up as an investigator. He felt it was something he could do, even if it were a dangerous undertaking.

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[dahlia]

the scars of your love
remind me of us

they leave me thinking
that we almost had it all

Dahlia choked out a laugh at his comment on being gay and got up off the chair, moving next to Landon quietly. She sat on the comfortable couch and curled into Landon's side. She didn't want to cry, but she did. She knew by the tone of his voice Landon was worried too, and she knew then her fears were very rational. "I understand completely how the worry could get to you. Honestly, it's a crazy situation and it's hard to put so much trust in it. But, your dad is a great man. He knows what he's doing and I have full confidence that he'll be fine."

As soon as Landon said the words, she believed him. She knew he was being honest with her, not treating her like a little kid, because he always was. He never baby-ed her, he was always straight up with her. She loved that about him. She knew it was dangerous, but she wanted to be a recruiter or an assassin for them one day. She knew Landon wanted to do something.. investigator, was it? She had other dreams too, namely to become a socialite, of course, but she wanted to do something she felt was important to the cause.

She felt a tear stream down her face, but she ignored it. "Landon... what happens if they don't make it out alive? What happens then? Are we supposed to just get over it and say it was taking one for the team?' Can you imagine me living with just my mother?" Dahlia thought about what life with her and her sister. She loved her mother but... she really didn't want that to happen.

She curled further into Landon, using him as her security blanket.

[landon]

Although the subject matter at hand was rather tense, Landon took pride in the fact that he was able to make her laugh, if just a bit. Anything he could do to help put a smile on his ladies faces was something he was more than happy to take part in. He knew that he could be an absolute ass to most people, but no one messed with his girls and got away with it. Landon had a real protective streak that most people didn't really recognize, but he definitely was the type to get fired up if anyone did anything to hurt the people that he genuinely cared for. Even th girls that he wasn't exactly the closest to, he was always willing to lend a shoulder to cry on and a good bit of advice. He could definitely have taken on the role of big brother to the majority of the girls in the school.

As Dahlia snuggled in closer to his body, Landon draped an arm around her in a secure hug, holding her just tight enough to be comforting. He was a very affectionate sort of guy and it wasn't rare to see him snuggled up against some girl, listening to her cry or what have you. It was something that a good bunch of the guys in the school were quite jealous of and one of the many perks of being an out gay. His face tightened slightly at her question and he bit his lip slightly as he thought about it. "Then we renew our efforts even more and make sure that we don't let it happen again," he said simply. It wasn't sugarcoated and it wasn't the easiest of answers, but it was the best that he could think to do. No use crying over the past when you could do something to change the future.

A soft smile graced his face at her last question and he gave a light chuckle in response. "Don't be ridiculous. If that were to happen you'd come live with me where it's safe. I wouldn't be letting you out of my sight," Landon promised. He knew that given the recent increase in activity in both the Death Squadron and the Marauders that that it would be a rather tense few weeks as they waited for news as to what was really going on. The number of deaths, at first, had been rather minimal, but it seemed like things were taking a turn for the worse. In what was once a crusade for justice, it was turning out to be rather more akin to a plain old blood bath. At least, that was Landon's take on the matter.

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