x_ but that's just the way we r o l l (Kyden)

[Jonathan Markel]

The first question one might ask when entering upon the scene before you is, what is Jonathan Markel doing in the library? The second, huh. I didn't even know he could read. Well,t hat wasn't really a question, but you get the idea. The library is not a place one would expect to see Jon Markel. But this boy does like to defy expectations. Its his... signature if you will. But at the same time, why, on a Friday night, was he curled up in the library with a copy of Shakespeare's Hamlet, rather than with friends, or Melrose. Find out, we will (caddy just went all yoda... wtf?)

Jon's eyes glanced over the text of the book. Call him a nerd, but he loved Shakespeare. Of course, not that he'd ever admit that little fact to anyone. He had just wanted a bit of time to himself tonight and it looked like it had befallen that way. He was content in his Pittsburgh Penguins Hockey hoodie and grey sweatpants. Yes, Jonathan Markel looked as if he were set up for the perfect night in.

He was secluded in an almost forgotten section of the library, where it was almost certain no one would ever find him. Ha. Like his friends would ever search the library for him. Like we said, it's not exactly his typical hang out. He glanced up as he heard footsteps nearby, but his gaze returned to Hamlet after he saw no one there.

[Kyden Sorrell]

Kyden was bored, and Jon was hiding. What good was it that Kyden Sorrell had nothing to do on a Friday night and his friend was nowhere to be found? No good—exactly. As usual, the boy twirled one drumstick between the fingers of his right hand, the other held loosely and somewhat forgotten in his left. He was walking around the castle quite bored, some green Aéropostale t-shirt covering his lean chest, and worn light jeans on his lower half. His dark brown hair was mussed—again, as usual—and a leather-band watch was clasped around his right wrist. Yup … Ky is easy to describe alright!

The Gryffindor paused outside the entrance to the library, catching the twirling drumstick in his fingers before shrugging and deciding to enter. Maybe he’d find something about that stupid Transfiguration essay that he still had to do. He shot an innocent, bright smile in the librarian’s direction—considering he wasn’t well liked by her—and turned to start meandering down the aisles. And that’s when he spotted Jon. With a book. Heh. Heheh… Ducking behind a shelf as his friend seemed to notice his presence, Kyden sneaked around, beginning to twirl his drumstick again.

Grinning devilishly, the teen strode out from where he hid, tossing the drumstick deftly at the floor right before Jon, snatching the book from his hands and catching the stick as it rebounded into the air again. He began twirling it again effortlessly, as if he rebound drumsticks off of the floor in his spare time … which he did sometimes. “And what do we have here?” he asked no one in particular, leaning against the wall and gazing mock-thoughtfully at the book he’d snatched from Jon.

“And in part him—but, you may say, not well ; but if’t—” Kyden spoke dramatically, raising an eyebrow as he handed the book back to the other Gryffindor. He’d grown bored of it already. “What the hell kind of name is ‘Pol’?” he asked instead, chuckling. He wasn’t really teasing Jon; Kyden was just bored. In actuality, it was more likely that he was teasing himself—in a good-natured way—considering he’d never really gotten such literature.

[Jonathan Markel]

Jon jumped slightly as a drumstick hit the floor near his feet. And before he could react, Hamlet slid off his lap and into the hands of his best friend. Ky... Jon said, trying to look stressed and failing. He grinned at Kyden as the other spoke. It's a book, Ky. Ever seen one before? He said with a smirk.

Jon grinned and reached for the book but Kyden held it out of his reach. He laughed as the other boy began to speak the words of the book. Standing up, he raised an eyebrow at his friend. He took the book back from Kyden and shelved it. He wouldn't get anymore reading done with his best friend around, that much was for certain. At Kyden's question, he laughed. I don't know. Maybe it was popular circa 1530? Jon grinned.

He looked over at Kyden. But what brings you to the library on a Friday night? Don't you have, like, five girlfriends that need attention? Jon said jokingly. His eyes remained fixed on Kyden, almost demanding an answer for his actions. But the other would know that he was only joking.

[Kyden Sorrell]

Kyden’s face grew shocked, and he took in a dramatic breath of air. “Ohh, those terribly annoying things that we get forced to flip though each class period, eh?” he grinned, teasing Jon right back. Alas, as joking as Ky could be about such things, books would be the death of him. I mean, he got average marks and all, he just got bored of classes so damn quickly.

“But who would name their kid Pol, of all things?” Kyden chuckled, making a disgusted face. “It’s like a porn-star name, eh?” he grinned before breaking off into laughter. And this is what Kyden inherited from drumline. The ability to have his mind in the gutter and still appear normal. W00t. ^^

Kyden raised an eyebrow, looking jokingly curious. “Well isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” He broke into a grin, shaking his head as he thought about it. “Oh, wait … nevermind,” well,duh he was referring to Jon’s sudden lack of … well, “pimp”ness, but it wasn’t like he minded. After all, since Jon finally had a girlfriend … heh, that just left more girls for himself.

He grinned again, tossing one of his drumsticks in the air, catching it once more as it fell back down. “I’m attempting to not do my Transfiguration essay,” he grinned, just before catching the glare the librarian sent him. He grabbed both drumsticks in his right hand, reaching his arm out and dropping them as far away from his body as he could without throwing them again, sending the librarian an innocent smile and holding up his now-empty hands as if he hadn’t done anything.

[Jonathan Markel]

Jon grinned cheekily as Kyden answered him. Yes, Ky. It's one of those. He spoke with a frustrated sigh, pretending to have his patients exhausted. But it was clear it was only a joke. Jon grinned again as the other male went off on another rant about "Pol". Well, its my first child's name, that's for sure. He laughed and continued. 'Cause that's exactly the line of work I want my child in. Porn. I hear it makes good money though.

Jon grinned cheekily. Of course he would never want any child of his in the porn industry, and Kyden probably knew it. At Kyden's words, his smirk deepened. Not anymore. I've settled down. It was true. However remarkable it was. Jon had settled down with none other than Melrose Charmont. Yet another person most would have never thought would have settled down. That, my friends, is what we call sheer irony.

Jon jerked back to reality as Kyden spoke again. Hmmm. Yeah you accomplished that one. Jon grinned at the librarian. For some odd reason, the woman loved him, even though he got in trouble for pranks at school. She hated Kyden though. Jon's smirk deepened at Kyden's innocent look. You know she knows you're not innocent, right? He asked through his own innocent smile.Like the least innocent person in this room

[Kyden Sorrell]

Kyden grinned and shook his head as Jon went on about naming his child “Pol.” “You’d make a great father, Jon.” He spoke sarcastically, rolling his eyes for added affect; oh, but yeah, he really did think Jon would make a great father … just … well you get it, riiiight?...

“Yes, and my heart goes out to you,” Kyden pointed out solemnly, pouting in mock-sorrow. Yeah right, Ky was more happy for Jon than anything else. Though, you have to admit … the irony was funny at first. Kyden grinned boyishly as Jon spoke about his accomplishments. “I’m beating the system, mann..” Kyden pointed out, somehow managing a fake hippie tone over his Canadian accent. “Who would have expected me to not do my homework in the library?” he chuckled again.

Kyden glared teasingly in Jon’s direction. “Shh … maybe she won’t notice…” He brushed a hand through his brown hair, smiling again in the librarian’s direction before taking a side-step away from his drumsticks as if to prove a point. Inching over again, he successfully blocked the librarian’s view by putting a bookshelf between them. Haha. So there.

“I wonder what she’d do if I started walking on the ceiling …” Kyden thought out loud, turning and pressing a hand to the wall. Oh, how he loved being a fish animagus… He could make himself sticky. What? Think fish + no water … sticky … right?... maybe >.>

[Jonathan Markel]

Jon grinned. You're damn right I'm gonna be a great father. Heck, he knew he would make a great dad. Possibly not this very moment at seventeen, but someday. He looked back to Kyden as the other went on about Jon being settled. What? It's kind of nice not having to worry about which of my 3 girls I'm sleeping with that night and how to keep the other two from finding out. It was like an odd sense of fresh air.

Jon had to roll his eyes at his friend's next statement. Maybe if you stop acting like you're high instead of from Canada, you'd get more accomplished in life. Jon chuckled and turned his attention back to the librarian.

Jon looked over at the librarian a sweet smile plastered onto his face. He suppressed a laugh as Kyden spoke once more. Yeah. And I've never touched a hockey puck in my life Jon watched for a moment as the librarian turned and walked away. He looked over to hear Kyden ask about walking on the ceiling. Probably shoot you down and then make you clean up the mess. Jon said with a shrug. And besides, you know you wouldn't have any fun unless I were up there with you. He said with a grin.

[Kyden Sorrell]

Kyden nodded, smirking slightly. “Exactly. I’m sure you’ll have fun chasing every single kid around the ice rink too, eh?

[/color]” he snickered, turning the conversation into a joke once more. That was Ky; that was how he’d become, hanging out with the kids in drum line back in Canada. “Eh, true..” he shrugged, agreeing.

Not to mention Jon was going out with Melrose. Not that Kyden thought Melrose was bad or anything, she was just rather … ahm … friendly. When she wanted to be. But in the end, Kyden still thought Mel was a cool girl; perfect for Jon, actually. They’d keep each other company. He snickered, not letting Jon in on his thoughts.

“Hey, I am accomplished in life,” Kyden put in, acting as if he were offended. Ky knew it, too. He just … er … wasn’t as accomplished as a Ravenclaw, but still, he was talented in his own right. Kyden could drum his way through any pro’s head if he wanted, and if that career didn’t work out? Hell, he’d take up swimming again. Besides, the Olympics sounded rather fun; just think of all that TV-time.

“Shut up, man,” Kyden chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your hockey…” He shook his head again, a teasing grin plastered on his face. Nah, Ky didn’t care when Jon mentioned the sport. “Eh … good point,” he agreed with Jon’s prediction, pulling his hand back from the stone once more and tucking it into his jeans pocket. “And of course I would,” he spoke like the fact were obvious. “You’d go back to reading Hamlet and I could throw things at you,” he grinned. Sure, that situation would be close enough to Jon being on the ceiling as well—they would still be interacting—but … oh well.[/size][/blockquote]