Taunting

Nothing. How was that even possible? Growling, Julian slammed the book shut, sliding it across the table to join the others that hadn't helped. He'd tracked down every single vampire book the Beauxbatons library had. And yet every single one of them either told him the exact same information that Brock had, or it'd totally glossed over the topic of Marking.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced down at the next book, eyes glazing over. He was going to have to tell the rest of his Angels eventually. Harmonie already knew and he had this sneaking suspicion that if he didn't tell them himself, she would.

Signing, he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a minute as he wondered what exactly he could - and what he should - do.

Ondrea was wandering the library, not really in search of anything, in particular. She was, literally, just prowling, amber eyes shifting casually back and forth as she crossed the various aisles. Two more days until the full moon! was the cheerful refrain at the back of her mind. In the meantime, the girl was... restless, among other things.

Breathing in, a smirk crossed her face as she caught a familiar scent. Perfect.

The girl found the boy, walking up behind him and proceeding to give him a shoulder massage. "So much tension," Ondrea purred sympathetically after a moment. "Honestly, Jully. Whatever has got you so wound up? It can't be good for you."

Judging from the selection of books on the table, Ondrea thought she knew exactly what it was. Not that she cared.

Flickering his eyes open at the sound of advancing footsteps, Julian rolled his eyes, ready to verbally attack the poor cretin who found him. But as the footsteps were accompanied by a voice and touch, he relaxed, allowing the girl to give him a massage.

"It isn't, trust me," he said, the very edge of a growl to his voice as he glared down at the collection of books around him as if he was blaming them for all his misfortune. But in a way, weren't they? If they'd just offered an alternate - more realistic approach to getting unMarked, then he'd be on his merry way. But no, it was like the universe was out to get him.

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, peering up at Ondrea, "What brings you to the library anyway? Got bored of being Skydancer's pet?"

Ondrea tsked at him. "Jealous that I'm Skydander's pet, Jully?" she laughed, continuing to rub his shoulders. "Please. He is much too old. Besides, I am not above being a professor's favorite.

"I am a bit... bored, though," Ondrea's tone dropped to an alluring murmur as she leaned forward, her lips drawing close to his ear. "I was most glad to have come across you."

"Please," he said with a roll of his eyes, "Being jealous would mean I care." knocking over his heart, he smirked slightly, though there was a noticeable lack of a glint in his eyes, "And I'm known for my heart of stone."

Raising an eyebrow at her, he tilted his head at her, staring at her for a moment, "Well then," he began, "I'm glad to be of service."

"Ah, yes. Heart of stone. I do remember." She gave his shoulders a final squeeze before letting go.

Grabbing the back of his chair, she tugged him back so he was no longer sitting so close to the table. Moving around him, Ondrea stepped over his legs and sat so she was straddling his lap, encircling her arms loosely about his neck. Her amber eyes slowly moved over his face, starting rather obviously at his lips before moving up, eventually meeting his gaze.

"Y'know," Ondrea stated lightly, the fingers of one hand gently running through the hair at the back of his neck. "You aren't the only one who can be of service. You can amuse me and I..." She leaned closer so that her torso was flush against his, bringing her face closer until her nose nearly touched his, her breath light against his lips as she spoke. "Well, I know some wonderful ways to relieve tension."

Grinning at her as she sat down on him, he resisted the urge to let that grin slide off his face as she put her arms around his neck. Suddenly reminded of what had happened with Harmonie, he reached behind him, pulling her arms away from his neck.

Returning his gaze back to her eyes, Julian smirked slightly. Though he couldn't help but admit that it was kind of weird how she'd barely spoken to him all month, he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste, even if it did make him seem almost desperate.

"Well, Ondrea," he tilted his head, his eyes sparkling, "Show me."

Ondrea shifted closer, the movement itself looking innocent enough, though the way she rotated her hips against his certainly wasn't. Smirk pulling at her lips, she nipped the corner of his jaw.

"Oh, Julian," she spoke his name with a soft moan, grinding her pelvis into his once more. "Have you forgotten, already?" Ondrea trailed slow kisses down the side of his neck, hands moving caressingly down his sides to halt just short of the hem of his pants.

Scala was walkking around the library when she saw two fifth year students getting off. She folded her arms and coughed.

"Well well well. Look what we have here. This litttle show is very amusing. Miss Montgomery this is not very lady like at all and Mr Rousseau you are a Prefect Start acting like one and take this," Scala waved her hand at te both.

"Some where more private. 10 Points each from Prideux and Angélique and detention for acting out of term in a library. Oh and Mr Rousseau, this can cost you your prefect badge. I'll both send you a note for when your detention date is." Scala warned them.

Moaning softly, Julian smirked, moving his hands up to caress the back of her neck, pulling himself up higher to trace kisses up to her earlobe, muttering in her ear, "You have to be pretty special not to be forgotten. Think you have what it takes?" Though she'd been subpar at best last time, she was quickly making up for it now.

His breath hitching in the back of his throat as her hands found their way to his hemline, he growled softly, pulling her away from his neck to attack her lips hungrily.

Squeaking softly at the sound of Professor Del Ray's voice, he pulled away from the girl on his lap, his blue eyes wide. Frowning slighty at the loss of house points, his mouth fell open at the suggestion that he could lose his badge. Rubbing the badge absentmindedly, he slammed his mouth shut, nodding furiously, "It won't happen again," he croaked out. If the Minister ever found out about this - well it wasn't going to happen, he decided firmly, because he was going to keep his badge. At all costs.

Ondrea had heard the professor approach, of course. And smelled her, for that matter. Vampires were gross that way, though, it was possible that frequent re-exposure was beginning to make them seem a little less so. Unsurprised or not, Ondrea found that the rather superb kiss she was enjoying - and Julian could really kiss when he wanted to, if nothing else - of far greater importance than trying to avoid getting into trouble.

Julian pulled away first, to Ondrea's amusement. She resettled herself atop the table, ducking her head respectfully while the professor admonished them. 'Not lady-like'? A little snogging and making out - only the very old would be so very uptight about it, the girl thought.

"Of course not, professor. I apologize," the girl murmured politely, amber eyes diverted. "Yes, ma'am. I understand."

Her bowed head kept the faint smirk that pulled briefly at her lips from being seen by the professor, though, from his position in the chair, Julian could have seen it just fine. To all over appearances duly chastened, Ondrea patiently waited for the woman to leave, again.

"Well what you both waiting for? Get out of the Library and do this some where more private." Scala warned them.