Henlo again.

Didn't expect me to update this, did you? How many people even read this anyway?? Comment if you enjoy this shit ples

Potter's having a bad day, so song will be a bit sad.

"Under The Skin" by, you fuckin guessed it, Crown The Empire. This song kinda gives off mild Sempiternal vibes, so I quite like it ÒwÓ

Onwards to the story, good sirs and ma'ams and... fuck.... everyone else bc my brain is smol and I can't think of a posh title for you lads.

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After the last run-in with Potter, Blaise has been meeting with the most-likely-insomniac at least once a week. Once he got to know him, Blaise discovered that the boy is more than just his weird muggle technology and crazy music.

However, the dark-skinned teen has a feeling that Potter has underlying issues that remain hidden from the average student's notice. The raven-haired boy seems like he's off in another world sometimes, and Blaise often notices him mumbling to himself almost unconsciously.

So, when he next meets up with his... acquaintance, he makes sure to subtly check for clues as to whether or not his suspicions are correct.

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"Hiya, Blaise!" Potter calls over to him as he steps into the messy room. It's immediately noticeable that the boy seems less excitable and crazy than normal, which causes alarms to go off in Blaise's head.

"Hey, Potter. What songs do you have lined up for tonight?" He asks.

"Er... not sure yet, actually." Something's definitely off with Potter. It's almost customary to expect the teen to already have a set of songs picked out. "I think I have a few ideas though..."

Trailing off at the end of his sentences is definitely not a good sign.

"Potter, are you alright? You're acting strange." Blaise decides to cut to the chase instead of dancing around questions like he would with other students.

"Yeah..." A frown crosses the boy's face. His eyes turn downcast for a moment before they lighten up again. "Don't worry about it."

"Whatever you say, Scarhead."

Potter grabs out what Blaise has learned are a smartphone and a speaker, and begins to play a sad-sounding song. At the lack of electric guitar, the Slytherin finally notices that the raven-haired boy is preparing to sing the song, rather than play guitar.

"What do you mean? Our guarded hearts are broken. What do you need? A better way to waste your time? So out of sync, we smile like nothing's broken. We're acting out the feelings that we left behind."

Blaise thinks he finally understands why Potter was acting strange. The boy is sad. The fact that he chose to sing instead of play his guitar like usual just drives that point home. The Slytherin can't say that he was expecting for Potter to be a good singer, however, even though the boy is clearly musically-inclined.

"What do you see? A safer place to harbor - what do you need? - a host that you can hide behind. A web of lies we spin until we're broken. But every time I see you feels like the first time."

As the song continues, Blaise begins to feel like he's intruding on a private moment, but with no indication that Potter wishes for him to leave, the dark-skinned teen decides to stay in the room. Just to be safe, he convinces himself.

"I keep running away from myself, I keep telling myself that I'll change. I keep running away from myself, I keep telling myself that I'll change."

As the song finishes, Blaise thinks he can see faint tear tracks on Potter's cheeks. The avada-green-eyed boy confirms this by wiping his face with the oversized sleeve of his robes and sniffling.

"Potter - Harry - are you okay?" Blaise asks with uncharacteristic concern. Said boy turns to look up at him, with flushed cheeks that make the bags under his eyes look even more pronounced than before. His green eyes water a little before the unshed tears are, once again, wiped away by his sleeve.

"I'll be fine, eventually." He mutters just loudly enough for Blaise to hear. The fair-skinned boy begins to pack up his things and stuff them into his pockets and bag.

As Blaise considers the implications of Potter's response, said boy makes a quick escape back to his dorm room.

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ÒwÓ this is prolly really bad but I'm gonna post it before I can change my mind.

Kamsamnida, chingus!

P.S. any ideas for plot? Me hopeless.