can it ever be // Caesar

[LORCAN ELIJAH SCAMANDER]

Since the beginning of the school year Lorcan had avoided his once best friend. There'd been a few meetings but none of them had been pleasant. There'd been things that neither of them could forgive the other for. Lorcan honestly hated being mad at Caesar. The two had been good friends since Lorcan joined Hogwarts a year after Caesar. They'd met through Lorcan's now girlfriend, Rosalie Harper. The girl that had caused the rift between the friends. Rosey's parents had arranged her in a marriage with Caesar thanks to his parents as well. Lorcan would never been good enough for Rosey, not according to her parents. Lorcan was a halfblood and of course he was born from Rolf Scamander and Luna Lovegood. He had never learned to hold himself up as the pristine boy that Caesar portrayed very well. For some reason though Lorcan liked Rosey, Lorcan like Rosey a lot. From the moment they met each other they'd gotten along well. And then Caesar. When Rosey introduced them they became partners in crime. They were best friends.

Things change though, and even though they got along for six good years the previous summer split the two up. Lorcan and Caesar were no longer friends. Why? Because Lorcan and Rosalie had secretly been dating and neither had told Caesar, who was to be Rosalie's future husband. Lorcan was mad at Caesar for not sharing such news with him when he'd found out about the arranged marriage. Maybe if he'd told him, then Lorcan would have attempted to talk to him. But he was going with Rosalie's wishes not Caesar's. He cared so much about the girl but he hadn't thought about his best friend. He didn't even think that Caesar could have been Rosalie's future husband when she told him. Then in Rome when it spewed out of his mouth. It had caused a spiral that had split the friends up for a while.

Lorcan was over being hated by his once best friend. Lorcan was ready to apologize and get it out of his thick skull that this was all Caesar's fault. This is why he took the time to make his way down to the dungeons to corner Caesar after one of his classes. Lorcan didn't take Potions this year. He didn't think he needed it. Well at least not to the extent some people did.

As he reached the dungeons he looked around and waited for the Potions class to end. What was he supposed to be doing in the time it took for the class to end? Well honestly, he was supposed to be up in Defence Against the Dark Arts. But Lorcan could spare one more missed class. Though this one may have ended with him and detention. He'd just have to make sure that he would pass his next exam in that class. That's what helped him get through everything else. But he waited patiently, probably for the first time outside of a classroom in all his years at Hogwarts. Then the moment came. He watched as students piled out of the Potions classroom before he made his way inside. His blue eyes fell onto his friend. His friend who'd become the Potions intern here at the school. ”Umm... Caesar... mind if I talk to you for a moment?” he asked rather quietly. But he wanted to speak to his friend.

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Tagged: CAESAR ERIC MONTAGUE
Notes: They can be friends again!

[CAESAR ERIC MONTAGUE]

can it ever be

The first year kids were angels, comparing to the devious sixth and seventh year ones. Caesar Montague saw himself of seven years ago somewhere among the young, excited faces when he introduced the Forgetfulness Potions to them. The first year at Hogwarts is always so sweet that you might feel like Alice in the Wonderland. He watched them struggling to brew the potions with amusement, for he could easily make a perfect Forgetfulness Potion with his eyes close now. It was only the beginning for those young kids. 

Once in a while, the Slytherin Alumni wished someone could take him back to the start.

The class had to end. "All right, you all may go now. Remember to put all the equipments back in the right place. And do not try the potions on your friends." He said as watching the kids rushing out of the classroom. When the last student was out, the young teacher made his way to each table, checking all the equipment to ensure that they were where they were supposed to be, and undamaged. The next Potion class would be occupied by professor Annabeth Bennet who had been his favorite professor in seven years at Hogwarts and was now his colleague. The seventh years were going to have a revision lesson for their N.E.W.Ts so they needed someone who was more experienced than an intern to help them. Caesar supposed he would have some free time for himself to start worrying about what was coming after the seventh years graduation: his wedding.

The Harper and the Montague had done everything in their ability to organize a perfect wedding. Every single microscopic little things were perfect, according to plan, so was his future. His duty was not to be worried about anything. He only had to learn his vows and be a happy groom on the special day of his life. He guessed it was not something beyond his reach, after all he lied too easily. The wedding was not built on love and trust so it did not matter much whether Rosalie Harper still had any feelings for him, or all her attention were transfered to a Ravenclaw boy with him he had been friends for most of his time at Hogwarts. Feelings in his and her world were not allowed to exist. 

Ironically, feelings were what caused his worries. Lately, Caesar Montague had realized one thing: his heart was getting more and more difficult to get. His heart was not meant to skip a beat under any circumstances. But it did, when he kissed that girl. That pathetically ordinary girl named Gisella Henderson. It happened again when he slow danced with her in the moonlight at the ball. Sentiment was a dangerous thing. Caesar did not want to get any deeper into lest it was too late for him to save himself. Rosey and him, both of them were well aware of the fact that feelings did not count in their marriage. But Rosalie Harper was a girl, too. And a girl's heart is like crystal - beautiful and fragile. 

In Italy, though he did not say it out loud, but his action had played like a reminder to Lorcan Scarmander that he could make Rosey happier than any other men in this world could. Now he was doubting himself. What if it was Lorcan that could bring his wife-to-be her happiness? What if he was wrong to think that he was capable of everything? What if the third person in this story was Caesar Montague and not Lorcan Scarmander like he had always believed?

A voice interupted his thoughts and brought his attention to the entrance door to the classroom. His gaze fell upon a face which he was too familiar with. "Shouldn't you be on your way to your next class? It will start in five minutes so you'd better be going now, Lorcan. You need me to help you find the classroom?" He said without looking at the boy, his hands slowly gathering his books and other belongings on the desk. "We can talk if you need help with Potions. But you do not take Potions, do you?" He asked as he stopped at the door. 

tag: LORCAN ELIJAH SCAMANDER
ooc: i'm sooo late! sowwy! >.<

TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ Delusional & SP

[LORCAN ELIJAH SCAMANDER]

Lorcan was frustrated with everything to do with Rosalie, Caesar and himself. He wasn't frustrated because he loved Rosalie but because of how his friendship had went to shambles with Caesar. The Slytherin alumni was his best friend before the summer in Rome when he found out about Rosalie and Lorcan. Lorcan was frustrated that Caesar couldn't understand that he'd done it for Rosalie. He'd kept it all a secret because she had asked him to. He respected Rosalie's decision and shortly before the summer he found out why. She was in an arranged marriage and he accepted that fact. He accepted that they weren't going to be in it forever but he loved her so very much and he would be with her until she had to walk down the aisle. He hadn't known who that man she was to marry was. He especially didn't think that it would be Caesar. His best friend would get to marry the love of his life. The girl who made Lorcan settle down.

Now he stood there in the dungeon's corridors waiting for the potions class to finish. Lorcan knew he'd lost this game that he was playing. He was okay with this. He would survive the end when he finished this year. His plan was to go off and explore the world. Maybe he could go with Lysander. Maybe his brother would want to enjoy the same thing. But his blue eyes watched as each of the first years spilled from the potions classroom. That was when he had taken that chance to go in and speak to Caesar, to try and make peace even if they wouldn't be the same as they were before. Lorcan wanted to be on speaking terms with his old best friend. He was tired of the silent treatment and the stubbornness that both of them offered the other. He missed it. He missed the shenanigans that he'd gotten into with Caesar Montague.

So as he waited for Caesar to answer when he spoke to him about wanting to speak. Caesar's eyes had met his own before he spoke and looked away to collect things from the desk. ”Shouldn't you be on your way to your next class? It will start in five minutes so you'd better be going now, Lorcan. You need me to help you find the classroom?” Lorcan raised his brows. Lorcan was here to concede, to raise the white flag for a truce. He didn't want to be greeted by someone who didn't want to see him but he couldn't blame Caesar. Lorcan did keep some secrets from him. ”Yes, Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think this is more important that me being on time to my class though,” he told him, ”and worth the detention that I'll probably get.” Then again everything was worth a detention if it meant he didn't have to be to class on time.

”We can talk if you need help with Potions. But you do not take Potions, do you?” A shake of Lorcan's head came. ”No, nothing to do with a class that I do not take, I'm serious Caesar, I want to talk to you, about us, about Rosalie,” he told him, ”I want to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you, for keeping a secret, I'm not sorry for falling in love with her. I know what's coming, I know that you're going to marry her and I'm okay with this. But I want you and I to be speaking again, I want to be friends, like before everything, I miss what we had, I'd never known that a girl would do this to us.” He looked down but made a move and slid atop one of the classroom's tables. He felt terrible. ”I don't know can make us better, but it needs to happen, I'm fed up with not being able to come to someone I trust with what's going on,” he told Caesar.

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Tagged: CAESAR ERIC MONTAGUE
Notes: AMAZING!!