It always started the same way. First there was floating, face up towards the moon, limbs spread like a star upon the surface. It was calm, the water black in the darkness whilst it lapped quietly, heart rate steady, almost silent. It would happen real slow, the water and sky stretching into each other until both were one in the same. Stars tumbling on the rising tide and then, then their shines began to drift away as limbs sunk deeper into the sky where all is swallowed whole.

It feels like drowning as you float below the cold waves on aimless tides but it's comforting. The only sound your slow and steady pulse humming distantly all around whilst gentle motions rock each and every thought away.

At the end the moon shines across the world and oceans once black now glow red beneath ruby tinted light.

It's the most beautiful dream he's ever had, the best, the truest, the easiest to locate himself through the many layered storms of his being. It was the calm eye of all that ran through every code of his dna, the cold hard rock upon which he had been built.

He lies awake and thinks of it often whether necessary or not to aid the times ahead. It was rare he needed to do it or do anything for that matter because he could do anything; and that was where the dream came in. The dream spoke of the elevation he had found in life, the vice that kept things entertaining, the divine moment of taking a life.

The dream was simply his aspiration, bathing in blood beneath the heady glow of a blood moon. It was his only life goal. Classes came easily, great grades too and despite his age he had enough contacts to take his pick of any career he desired after school. Making people like him was as easy as buttering bread and manipulation a game he always won so you see, it was natural his interests were awash with the extreme. Only the extreme satisfied.

Rod took part in the lesser pleasures to be found though and being at school made it easier. Gryffindors spread their legs with Slytherins alike and pieces were moved around an invisible chessboard just to see what it was like. It was all a touch boring.

Rodolphus was lounging in the shadows of a nook in the common room, alone when his attention was drawn to the entry. Cold eyes flitted to the spectacle making its way towards the dormitories and chased an exhale of slytherin green smoke with a silent chuckle. Poor Lucius always amused him and never got the joke. Why he was poor had nothing to do with the wealth of his family but rather what he lacked in, well, everything. The Malfoy was neither intelligent or charming and often came off to Rod, as a little desperate. What the blonde did have was what he, Rod had no doubt, had inherited from his father and that was only a long streak of ignorant pride in his blood. You see Rod had looked into the matter more or less and Malfoys family had never really done anything that justified the way Lucius turned his nose up at things like a dame in one of those awful muggle-scum pantos. It was laughable whether the platinum prat realised that Rod was laughing at him or not.

Watching his 'friend' (and he uses the term with a very different definition to the original) leave without giving away his presence Rod exhaled another line of smoke that his eyes followed as it slithered and took on the form of a snake. After flicking the cigarette butt into the fire he started toward the dormitories himself, glancing back to the smoke serpent as it made a dash for heaven and crashed against the cold ceiling decor. It made him smile.