A Chance Encounter (Deon/Vin)

[shava]

Leaving the Great Hall, Vincent made his way across the dungeons headed for the common room. In his hand he held the first letter he had gotten from his mother in several weeks as she was off in Brazil somewhere or other with Darius, the little runt having been dragged along. Apparently his parents thought dragging him out in public was going to make him more sociable but Vin had a feeling they were wrong, though he couldn't say why exactly. Still, mom letters were sufficiently rare he wanted the time to read it for himself before he shared it -- IF he did with his sisters. His mother had sent more then a few embarrassing comments through the mail before.

He was nearly there when he heard a sound which made him freeze in his tracks and huddle up against the wall suddenly, head swiveling around to find a hiding spot. Peeve's cackle. Choosing his place he darted across the hall and into the doorway of Dungeon number Five ducking in behind the door and leaving it standing partly open. In a second he heard the cackling growing louder and come whipping past as Peeves chased someone, the footsteps of frantic running probably belonging to a second year or so. When it sounded safe, he poked his head out of the doorway and glanced around, hearing the sound now at the far end of the Dungeons.

"Flipping Peeves..." he muttered, wondering what house it had been or just another Hufflewhimp. Hoping it hadn't been a snake, he turned and began to walk on towards his dorm, sliding the letter into his inner pocket for safe keeping cursing himself for simply carrying it when he had been hiding from Peeves' attention, a creature who would have gladly ripped it to pieces in a heartbeat.

[Deon LeBeau]

Deon emerged from one of his more frequently visited little corners of the Dungeons, pressing his hands over his clothes and fixing his hair. He stopped momentarily when catching his reflection in that of a suit of armor where he checked himself as thoroughly as he could before decided he was well enough until he made would find himself in his dorm room, where he was sure to nearly jump out of his clothes and straight into bed...after a shower, of course. He had a thing about getting into bed before showering. It was ritual. It had to be done. He wouldn't allow the day's filth to follow him into bed, no way no how.

Bed sounds wonderful right now, he find himself thinking as he sauntered through the corridor and in no particular rush. He didn't really expect to see many people wandering around the dungeons so soon after breakfast. He believed he had at least fifteen more minutes or so before class, giving himself and the guy he left behind to ready themselves for class (nothing like a quick snogging in a dark dungeon to start the day).

However, when Deon noticed that brilliant red hair, he knew exactly who it was and his very French words cascaded through the air with ease. "Ah, Vince! Garçon chéri! Venir ici!" He swept over, all but cupped the boys face before pressing his lips to either cheek fondly in a customary faire la bise. It wasn't hard to tell Deon quite liked Vincent and had a soft spot for the kid like one would their most beloved little sibling.

When he pulled back, he was all smiles, even going as far as to peck the very corner of the boy's lips in the softest of contact before ruffling his amazingly soft, red hair. "Where are you headed off to, mon chéri?"



OUTFIT

[shava]

Vincent didn't make it four more steps towards the dorm when he heard an exclamation and his name in the same sound. Even as he started to turn he smiled knowing who it was; no one's syllables were so carefully chosen nor rolled so well off the tongue. Deon was one of the more interesting characters in the house and his accent was always a give away. As he turned he said automatically "Hey Deon..."

He didn't know Deon thought his fire-orange hair was still red which he would have corrected, but was distracted by the kisses to begin with. Osiris had once told him about the different countries which did that as a greeting; he didn't flip out as most boys might have. He had nothing against guys who liked guys; after all it left more girls for him to take and he was working already on more then his fair share. A sigh escaped him as the other ruffled through his hair. "Deon... Why do you like playing with hair so much?"

It was an amused sound and his grin as he shook his head was of one chuckling inside behind his eyes.

"Was just headed back to the dorm to grab a few moments before class, grab my stuff. Why? You have gossip about whoever you've been stashing under your bed?" His eyes glinted with humor; poking fun at Deon's habits was all in good fun and the other knew he never meant any harm by it. Deon often acted like a big sis-- brother he had never had. Especially as Char was far more his twin. "What mess are you up to today?"

[Deon LeBeau]

"Its because your hair is so brilliant and playful," Deon responded with another pass made through the boy's hair with his fingers. A laugh, jubilant and light-hearted like chimes on the wind, followed after Vincent's comment and Deon simply patted his head.

"No, no, mon chéri. Why stash them underneath my bed when I could cuddle up with them right there underneath my bed sheets?" He winked. "No, Vince, I was simply passing by, and then I saw your wonderfully bright hair and knew exactly who it was. I couldn't possibly help myself! You are being a good boy, no? How are your brothers and sisters? The lot of you could be your own quidditch team!...Well," he chuckled. "You practically are the Slytherin quidditch team, now, aren't you?"

He took Vincent's hand and began leading him down the hall. "What have you been up to as of late? How has your parent's been?" He asked about both, but he truly meant Professor Silver, as the gorgeous man was first to come to mind at the thought of Vincent's family. The things he would do to that man...

[shava]

"It's more orange really and yeah, I know it's eye catching. I've tried to do something about it, but it's magic so no dice. But I wasn't just talking about my hair cause I've seen you play with other people's too. What do you find so fascinating?" In fact, he was fairly sure Deon already knew about his hair being magical. Every year at the beginning of a term there were a few who would spread the rumor around the new first years who would end up staring at him in the common room.

It was beginning to occur to him that people mis-believing it was his real color was something which must have driven his mother insane when she was in school. Course, hers was layered in two different colors which was even more wild. And each of the kids had inherited some form of the same magic which was why his sisters could dye theirs, but he could not. Waterproof hair was frustrating, though his mother had found a color her hair could deal with, but they hadn't found anything which worked on his at all yet.

He chuckled softly; the idea that Deon would try to hide whoever he had in his bed was truthfully not believable. He had been foolish to say it that way. The boy was not known for subtly when it came to other boys. He grinned instead at the Quidditch reference. "Actually when my cousins come over during the summer we have two full Quidditch teams. No one House team could ever hold all of us." Neither of his youngest sibs played actually, but they were too young to be at Hogwarts yet anyway.

He shrugged. "Mom's off in the Americas somewhere researching," which translated to those in the know as 'causing havoc in other lands so we're safe for the moment' "and Dad's here trying to keep us in line." He suspected what Deon would like to do to his father and added with a grin "And sorry, Deon, he's still happily married. They're kinda disgustingly forward about it too. Home is never safe to walk into rooms without knocking first."