I'm not going to write you a love song, Thad

Ahh, the life of Thaddeus Lestrange. How to place it simply… a massive mess. There had been things going on in Thaddeus’ life that he wasn’t even sure of lately. His father, the DE, Theodore Nott. It was all just a little too much to handle. And, he wasn’t quite sure on how to take this all in. Although, he was finding an alternative that very moment. Smoke. - Lighting up the glass bowl, he took in a deep breath and twisted it slightly to get every last bit of taste out of it. He needed the high and he needed to relax. He wasn’t emotionally of mentally stable for anything his father had decided to toss in his direction. The notes.. Everything. Being pulled form his sixth year all because of a small issue that had happened - well, not that small being as he almost killed someone- but, the punishment he had gone through. The scars mentally and physically. What kind of monster raised their children they way his father had? Who would put him and his twin brother in serious danger? And, who would all his little sister to witness it all? His father of course… - Taking another drag from his pipe, he looked to the ground. His life was taking a huge fall and he was beginning to feel worthless and incomplete. Surely he had a wonderful girlfriend, but he was hardly ever faithful to the poor girl. If only he could have held himself together. Held himself together in order to settle down for her, but he couldn’t. He was too hung on someone else and he wasn’t about to tell her none of that for the dislike of sharing anyone.

Running his long fingers through that dark brown hair of his, he let out a puff of smoke and quickly dumped what was rest of his ashes to the floor. Thankfully it hadn’t been to important. But, now he was in need of getting to the prefects bathroom where he had promised Laurel to meet. Yes, Laurel Flint. The actual girlfriend Not one of those one night stands that he had tossed around every so often. But someone he was supposed to be one hundred percent loyal to and would always fail, no doubt. But right now he couldn’t tell he any of that. He wasn’t going to allow her to leave him behind. Not now. - Moving from the wall, Thaddeus moved from the dungeons to the staircases. His head hung low so no one would stop him or interrupt his line of thought. He was a thinker and would always be. Always allowing his mind to wander, which therefore, led him to nothing but problems and issues. Allowing him to think negatively. Especially lately. Hearing stories about Laurel spending time with Damien Nott. A said friend of his from years before not turned complete enemies. He wasn’t too fond of the man now and would never be. He wasn’t quite sure what had drove them to part, but he did find his way into his sisters knickers without a problem. Perhaps that was what had gotten back to him? Oh well. Thaddeus didn’t care anymore. Damien was no longer his problem and neither was his sister Dahlia.

Coming up the stairs to the fourth floor, he stopped suddenly. His mind wandering quickly as he had wondered what it was she had wanted? What was it she had wanted to see and talk to him about? A breakup? Certainly not. She knew better than to pull that sort of stuff with him. He was never one to let go and would not seize to let up on her fi she did. He had his ways, and he wouldn’t allow her to make such senseless decisions. Thaddeus was what had been meant for her. Not someone else. He had the power she seeked. Or, so he had thought she still wished for that. - Shaking his head, he continued up those long stairs finally coming to the fifth floor. Turning onto it, he continued down the hall until he had found himself standing outside of the bathroom. There, next to the door stood Laurel. If expressions could speak, they would have said it all. Something wasn’t right. - Narrowing his eyes slightly, he moved closer to her and glared. ”What is this? Couldn’t we have met in our own house?” Motioning to the other side of the castle, he took in a deep breath. Thaddeus had grown around his father to able to speak expressions. Something was worrying her and he could see the fear in her eyes. There was something she wasn’t telling him. Something she was hiding. ”Speak up. I haven’t got all day to sit around and listen to you whine about issues in class.- I have an enraged father to deal with,” That was as far as he would take it. She didn’t need to know anymore than that about his father.

Thaddeus had known exactly how to push Laurel over the edge. - or, well, anyone for that matter.- He was easily manipulative and was always quick to get what he wanted with anyone. Mostly, the female race. -- Looking her over, he smirked allowing a soft chuckle to escape his lips as she had begun to take a stand for herself. Was she mad? No matter how big and bad she had made herself out to be, nothing had scared him. She couldn’t make him back down. Not even if she had held a wand to his neck and threatened murder upon him. Thad didn’t care at all what would have been done to him. He let out an eerie sigh. ”If that is what you have come here for then - by all means- speak your word, Flint. I haven’t gotten all day like you. A meeting is a meeting and this moments talking is always slowing me down.” He took in a deep breath and slowly shook his head. ”And it seems you plan these ’small talks’ on the days my father wishes to speak. Something tells me you so this on purpose.” His eyes were now focused on hers as he had kept a close look. He had seen something else hidden deep within those eyes. Something along the lines of…regret? Perhaps? Raising that firm brow he wrinkled his nose. Just what he had expected. She wished to leave. Of course, this was where she has mistaken Thaddeus - yet again- for someone who will back down.

He slowly shook his head once again and pursed his lips. She was insane. -Or, was he the insane one?- ”Call it quits?” he questioned letting out a roar of laughter. ”Who are you to call the shots in this relationship, Flint? As soon as you had agreed to stay in a relationship with me, that agreement was final.” Thaddeus’ expression was vague. The look of seriousness had covered his chiseled face. He wasn’t about to let something go that he had worked so seemingly hard for. He enjoyed the company on the side. ”Speak all you wish to speak, Laurel. I am afraid I can’t quite give you your command. It’s foolish.” Clenching his jaw, he played back a few small pieces that he had seen the past week in his mind. He had seen Laurel; he had known exactly where she had been, and known exactly who she had been speaking to. The same one his betrothed was speaking with. Damien Nott. His stomach twisted at the name. His patience wearing thin with the boy as time had moved forward. So it had seemed - to Thaddeus- Damien was pulling the girls away from him. First his fiancé, and now his girlfriend. What else would he pull from him? His dignity? (Not that he had much of that left)

”I have been fooling around? Dammit, Laurel! You’re not as faithful as you claim to be either! Whoring yourself around with the man you know I can’t stand!” His anger was at its highest peak allowing his fists to clench themselves into balls; his face becoming slightly warm, and his cheeks flushed. ”Now, don’t you DARE come up to me and start slamming unnecessary conversation in my face, Flint!! I have seen you to… I have watched from afar… and I have seen the same damn look.” His steps grew closer as his temper had sky rocketed. Who was she to say such things? Then it happened. She had to bring up Jasmyn. A part of him that would never stop hurting. A part of him that he had hidden so well. But, her name had brought all sorts of emotions to a stand. --Swallowing hard, he clenched his jaw again. His chest heavy. ”You see nothing. And you know fucking nothing…” His hand found its way around her wrist as he had begun to squeeze slowly, escalating the pain. ”You know better than to bring Jasmyn up, but you do! - You do these things to push me.. To taunt me.” His grip was still as he had stopped himself. What was he doing?!

Thaddeus Eugene Lestrange.At most time he had been a very settling fellow. And others, a complete self centered ass. Well, sadly, Laurel had caught him on one of his self centered days. -- Listening closely to the words that had slipped slowly. -yet fiercely- from her mouth, Thad found his anger reaching its top point to the evening. As if the Gryffindor boy from earlier couldn't have added to it all when he had spoke ill if his poor deceased mother, Laurel had to stop in and place the final touch on the cake. The things she had tossed his way caused his grip to clasp down much tighter. He wasn't willing to let go of it until she had felt the pain. Felt the pain that he had held do deep within. "You're being a little too smart with that mouth tonight, Flint. - And, perhaps it may be best if you keep that closed for the rest of the evening of you wish to get any contact out of me." Ahh, yes. His usual games. At this point, he wasn't going to fall to her. She was weak. And he could see how bad she had strived to stand against him. "I also believe you are the one to blame for my unfaithfulness. Lacking on the attention I so deserve from you."

Thaddeus had felt his hand pull from hers as she began to run full blast at the mouth for a second or third time. -he wasn't completely sure- Thaddeus was just more enraged and furious that she had begun to talk back to him. And he hair color didn't help either. Who was she to be angry with him? After all, he was the one who had stood by her side and taken her under his wing as full responsibility. So, yes, he had tussled around some behind her back, but that was how Thaddeus had been. THAT was what had caused his relationship to fail with Jasmyn. As much as he had loved Jas, he wasn't about to admit to someone that he was hurt by it all. Hurt and torn by Jasmyn's decision to leave him. How pathetic would that have made him sound?! "You will not bring up her name EVER again. No matter how much it tempts your tongue out of anger. No matter how bad you wish to throw it in my face. - Because, if you do...." Thaddeus found his inner demon coming forth. Bringing nothing but pure anger and disturbing thoughts for the small girl before him. His eyes narrowed as his brows tagged quickly behind. "I will make you regret her name." After all of those years he had struggled with his father and the constant mental and physical abuse, Thaddeus found it impossible to hide his anger and unnecessary outbursts. He was ruthless and frightening.

Holding back all of his might from jumping in her direction, he stood there with his fosts still balled. His face twitching at both corners of his node. To him, her attitude was unnecessary and disgusting. "Your feelings in general should not be worn. Surely your father has taught you better than that, my dear. - And, to see you act out in such a fashion towards me-" he chuckled. "It makes you look weak. Both physically and mentally. - Looks like your father has raised an ill child." He shook his head knowing that would have gotten to her. He was easy to hurt others. Even the ones he cared for. Abd, of course I love you don't be silly. I would be trying to fix things and mend us if I didn't." He shook his head. His expression of anger hidden well into a plastered on smile. Something he had learned so well. "Damien doesn't love you. - And I know this." He shrugged. "He loves my fiancee. Obviously."

His pupils had begun to fully cover the color in his eyes; his face and neck flushing red with anger as he had listened to the small girl take an attempt at defending herself. Useless. It had taken every bit of self control to keep himself from lunging at her and bringing Laurel to her knees right where she had stood. In all reality, she was only another notch in his belt. Someone he could take hold of and got fear the thought of her turning back on him. She was weak in ever perspective - and, to be truthfully honest, he enjoyed that. He enjoyed every bit of it and how he could take full control of her. "Are you finished with your rants? Hmm? The Slytherin boy perked a brow as he had listened to her raise her voice. Did she know who she was screaming at?

"Disrespecting your father after he had given you the life? He has catered to you and placed you in a well respected home. Call him foolish?" He shook his head in anger. He too had a miserable life with his father but would never speak ill of the man after he had given him life and a second chance with his loyalty. Thaddeus was devoted to a man who tortured him day in and day out. A man who beat him down physically and mentally- tossing him through challenges; some life threatening. Just to make him who he was this very moment; Strong, emotionless, and vindictive. --Her voice had grown louder with every word. Calling him a liar.

Thaddeus' jaw tightened as she has squealed her last word. - His hand raised quickly as he had found himself wrapping his fingers quickly around her delicate neck, squeezing tighter and tighter. Slowly cutting out her air intake. "You filthy little whore!" With partial of his strength, Thaddeus shoved Laurel into the side of the wall, holding her as tight to it as he possibly could. "Do you really mistake who you're talking too? Calling me a liar! I know damn well what has been said. - No one wants you. No one can stand the ground you walk on; not even your father. You're in my hands now, and it will stay that way until I decide to let you go." Pulling her back from the wall, Thad tossed her to the cold cement floor stepping over her. "Have I made myself clear? You will no longer mention Jasmyn or Damien."