<div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i57.tinypic.com/2hgvc3r.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://kittykazoo.com/img/page_separator.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/>A brow arched upon his features, hues of darkness casting over the reflection returning the size-up from foot to head in a steady, calculating gaze. Both limp limbs flexed to life in the instance, moving so hands could pinch at the fabric around his neck, tightening like a nose till it was to match the rest of his meticulous wardrobe of black and accenting green.  While the palm of his hands now set out to pet out any wrinkles, his eyes seemed to have lifted and looked through his own reflection then – His dorm mates on the tail end of dressing and chattering on amongst themselves, not so much as a word passed in his direction, an occurrence Kieran had come all too accustomed towards during his six years at the <span style="font-style: italic"> Wonderful </span> wizardly school.  He scoffed lightly to himself as their laughter drew to a silence as the door shut behind them as they, no doubt, made their way to the great hall to grab a bite to eat before shuttering off to class, a routine Kie often tended not to partake in.  Now alone, he shrugged off his robe and tossed it onto his bed, walking over towards the window of the room while patting down the pockets of his pants to find the small box stashed away. By the time he had reached the window, a sigh of disappointment had then broken the silence as he found his secret pack of cigarettes had been empty.  Chucking the garbage onto the nearest table out of frustration he ran a hand over his featured and made a mental note to send Zeiro, his owl, on a mission to smuggle him some more that evening.  Typically, his morning would make up of waking early, dressing more rugged than expected of the student body – Often with his button up untucked and sleeves rolled to exposed the dark markings painting his flesh permanently that often was the source to scare people away, even some of the teachers allowed his attire to be for so long because of them, the marking of his story in ways similar to the infamous Harry Potter, but on the polar opposite of the spectrum. Where the Potter’s had been seen as saintly and hero’s, it was the Bellator family that had been out-casted. All thanks to his father, may he rest in peace. <br/><br/>However, today he was spoken to by the headmaster in regards to his wardrobe – The Ministry of Magic would be lolling about the halls and there was need for all students, including Kieran, to be properly dressed and on their best behavior for whatever reason they had need of being there. Kie normally wouldn’t care, but out of respect to the headmaster who still allowed him to event attend school after what his father had done, he simply agreed, which led him to this morning, shrugging the cloak back on after skipping his morning smoke, which often took up most of his time before he was needed to head off to class. Holding no desire or need to drop by to grab anything for breakfast, his appetite never really needing attention in the morning, he collected up his books and tossed them into his bag in which he slung over his shoulder, making his way towards his first class of the day, Defense against the dark arts. A heavy, lingering, feeling of dread hung over him as he climbed down the stairs from the dorms out into the common room of house Slytherin, Kie unable to place his finger on if it had been his body rejecting the neglect of nicotine in his system or was it the nerves he often got when forced into classes which had anything to do with the dark arts of any form. Each year, time and time again, he could feel the heavy gaze of everyone turning to stare at him in the middle of the lesson, whispering their rumors about his family name - but more importantly the black stripes of skin that around his arms in what appeared to be tattoos to the average individual who didn't know better. It had been one of the things he and his father shared, these disfigurations to blotch the flesh. It came when you began messing with a certain area of these dark arts, his father more infected by it than himself due to his young age at the time....<br/><br/>He pressed open the door to exit the common room which was lively with students, gossiping about the other houses or whatever drama they can conjure up to make life a living hell for everyone who wasn't them. It was the Slytherin way, it had seemed. A trait Kie had no use for. Instead, he was more of the lone wolf type. Didn't have any friends to hang out with, mostly due to everyone being afraid of him and his past and the hard demeanor he carried himself with as a shield to protect himself from it all, even if it did still get to him in the end.  And so, he walked alone. Every so often people would give him a double take, a rarity to see him proper school attire, while the underclass men did their best to walk on the opposite side of the hall, away from him. His fingers curled around the strap on his shoulder, knuckles turning a light shade of white before he reached the stair case and he climbed them in silence. He was no alone with his thoughts, not counting the paintings lining the walls which eyed him as he climbed. He would be very early to class, another rare thing for him, but he had nothing better to do. Entering the class, it would seem as if he had even beaten the teacher there. He took this opportunity to claim a seat he most desired, all the way in the back and closest to the door. Slipping his pack off his shoulder he began removing the needed books for this particular class and preparing his quill and parchment for notes - He was a great student above anything else. While he didn't look like he was taking anything in, he was actually a lot like a sponge. He absorbed his learning, was actually very interested with how things work... he just learned to hide it as to not frighten others by their wild imagination, saving him a lot of drama in the long run. So, to everyone else he appeared to be this big bad boy that got by enough in classes and just didn't care. Little did they know...<br/><br/>Class must have been starting soon, after some time had passed with Kie staring off at nothing in particular for a good length of time, students began ushering into the class. Each of them took a moment, paused, and stared at him with a little surprise before rushing off to take up a seat furthest from him as possible. Especially in this class. One by one each of the seats had been taken up, and thankfully the teacher entered loudly enough with his introduction to take some of the lingering gazes off him and their attention to the front of the class which signaled the class going to begin there shortly. Kie looked around him, the table he had selected completely neglected by the rest of the class, the corners of his lips dare twitch upward in a smirk. His arms reached out, stretching out himself as the teacher began to go over roll-call, when she walked in... His head turned towards the door.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://kittykazoo.com/img/page_separator.png">[ img ]</a></div></div>