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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 18:17:58 GMT -5
Ather settled herself onto the ground, after having spent about ten minutes clearing a spot for herself on the ground. It'd been a long, hard day. First, she'd broken her favorite bracelet, she'd forgotten Charms homework, spilled ink on her shirt, and then she was so flustered that she couldn't even answer the question to get into her common room. It was only after she'd burst into hot, angry tears that one of her house mates had come by and opened the door for her. She made a mental note that boys became scared of a girl in tears. After that she'd ripped the arm off of her favorite shirt, tripped and banged her head on her trunk, had almost stepped on Jinx, her Siamese cat, and had been clawed by Snow, her white falcon, when she tried to take the letter off of her leg. So, in short her day had sucked major ass.
She'd changed into a non-discript black tank top and a pair of baggy, faded jeans and hadn't even bothered with shoes. What was the point? It wasn't like she was going too far, she wasn't planning on hunting, she just wanted to sit down and watch the water flow, and try to calm herself down. And so far it wasn't working. She glared out at the water, mentaly throwing every curse word she could think of at it. Why wasn't it working?! She needed to be calm and she needed to be calm now, damn it!!
It wasn't until after the ringing had left her ears and the birds took off from surrounding trees that she realized that she'd yelled the last part aloud. That was a tab bit embarressing. And she seemed to be doing it quiet often now. She didn't know why but it just seemed to pop out. She glared out at the water, willing it to calm him. She soon gave up though and just watched the water, humming to herself as she twirled a lock of black hair around her fingers.
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 19:01:57 GMT -5
Zipping up his black jacket, Saint took one last look at himself in the mirror that hung on his wall in his dorm. Most people had left the common room today cause of the nice weather outside. Saint wasn't big on sunny weather, but he did like the warmth from it now and then. Combing some black hair out of his eyes as he started out of his dorm, closing the door behind him and starting out of the school.
Once he was out in the sun shine, he looked at everyone he past. Most held smiles of their faces as he watched everyone. It would be nice to sit in the sun, but it alway made him feel scared to walk in it, scared it would change his skin tan or even red. He did know one place he could go and still enjoy the nice warm air, and that was the forest. Walking into shade from the trees, Saint listened to the sounds of nature. But something else was in the air that didn't sound like a bird, but the sound of someone yelling. Walking more into the forest he soon spotted a girl. She looked liked someone he had seen before in the common room, but he had never talked to her. She soon stopped yell as he step closer to her, as if she was trying to clam herself down. Clearing his throat, he tried to see if she would see him, maybe someone he could talk to for a while and meet someone new. |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 19:15:13 GMT -5
Ather quickly lookd around, tense and ready to fight if need be. Her hand went to her pocket where she kept her wand, only to come up empty handed. She'd left her wand in her robes! Just her luck. She couldn't catch a break. She craned her neck and began to relax, dispite the unsettling feeling in the bit of her belly. She'd seen the boy before, she'd glimsed him in the comon room a few times. He seemed nice enough but she couldn't shake the feeling not matter what.
She laughed sheepishly as she stood up, dusting off the back of her jeans. "Oh, hello. Sorry about the yelling. Didn't think anyone was around. Didn't mean to shout at all, really. Just..." she sighed."I've just had a bad day." She gave him a weak, closed mouth smile, trying to cover the fangs that had dropped down as the sent of tasty, warm blodded animals hit her as she stood.
"I've seen you before, in the common room, if I remember correctly.I'm Catherine, by the way. But every one calls me Ather." She held out her hand after a moment of hesitation. She meantally shook herself, trying to shake off the feeling. "You are in Ravenclaw, aren't you?"she asked, slightly unsure of herself.That would be just her luck, to mistake a person and make a fool out of herself. Well... a bigger fool anyay, she already made a fool of herself.
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 19:27:06 GMT -5
Soon after he had cleared his throat, the girl turned to look at him. She had a look on her face as if she was ready for a fight, but she seemed to cool off some seeing it was someone that wasn't going to hurt her. Saint wouldn't hurt a fly, well, he wouldn't at a time like this. Maybe at a bad time, he hated to even think about it, thinking about how he had a furry side.
Watching her get to her feet and talk about how she had been having a bad day. Saint started to feel bad for her. He knew bad days did make you want to scream. Giving her a smile he nodded as to understand. "It's fine. Bad days are never something fun to have."
Hearing her tell him her name, he took her hand she held out and shook it. "It's nice to meet you Ather. I'm Saint." When she asked if he was a Ravenclaw he laughed some and nodded again. "Yes. I've seen you around the common room too. So yes, I'm a Raven as well." He smiled again at her. |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 19:41:35 GMT -5
Ather sighed. Well, that was one thing off of her chest. She gave him another closed mouth smile." That's good. Well, it's nice to meet you Saint. Wonder why we've never met before," she said as she frowned slightly. It was strange that she'd never talked to Saint, she was really friendly with most of the other Ravenclaws. But, then again maybe it was the feeling she was getting.
She brushed her bangs out of her eyes as she contemplated the question.She was silent for a moment before she realized that an akward pause fillied the air. She chuckled slightly." How long have you been here? This'll be my sixth year personaly. I like it here, like it alot better than home."She quickly snapped her jaw closed. She had said to much. Again.
"Well, atleast you didn't run into me earlier,it wasn't pretty.I promise that,"she chuckled slightly as she racked her brain for something to talk about.
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 19:52:15 GMT -5
Seeing her smile again, Saint smiled back. Listening to her say how she wondered how they hadn't met before, he did wonder why. He, himself tried to be friendly with everyone in the common room. But he was famous not to trust everyone in life, so he still didn't know everyone. Hearing the silents fill the air, Saint felt kinda awkward, he hated silents like these.
Hearing her ask him how long he had been at the school, Saint nodded hearing she had been there for six years so far. "Yeah, I like it here. Very nice and is a lot better then it is at home. This being my seventh year." It also being his last, it was a sad thing to think, but everyone did move on. He felt a small laugh slip past his lips when he heard her say how he was luck not to have seen her at a bad time. "I understand. I hate how you had a bad day tho. They are never really fun." |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 20:02:38 GMT -5
Ather laughed with Saint. "I think I made one of our Housemates wet his pants. I guess boys get freaked out by crying girls,"she laughed again and seated herself, motioning for Saint to ndo the same. It been a while since she'd had a good talk with someone. Normally all she got were stupid question, which annoyed her to no end.
"So Saint, you do anything in your free time? Write, play qudditch, sing, play an insterment? Anything like that?" She asked, trying to find common ground to be able to talk about."Um, what about music? Who do you listen to?" She fished around her brain for something else."Um, books? It's kinda mandatory for a Ravenclaw to like books,"she said in a joking voice.
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 20:24:46 GMT -5
Hearing that she may have had a housemate wet himself about him seeing a girl cry. "Well, I would have to agree with him. Seeing a girl cry can be very hard." Saint hated to see a girl cry, it was like the world was falling apart when he did.
Hearing Ather start to ask him what he liked to do in his free time, like if he was intend is sports play music or anything like that. "Well. I like to paint, art is one of my favorite things to do in life. I could draw all day long if the world would let me, but then I would miss out on things if I did. I do like to write, like poems and stuff." When she asked about music he felt a smile come to his face. "I adore music. I feel that's how I live. Um, I listen to almost anything. Mostly rock, punk and metal." When she asked about reading she laughed some. "Well..I like to read. But it's not one of my favorites. But, what about you? What do you like to do?" |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 20:42:30 GMT -5
Ather caught herself at the last minute. She had almost given Saint a full blown smile. That ould have blown everything out of the water. It would have been bad, very bad.Her eyes lit up. "Well, I can't draw to save my life, but I do write lyrics, and Music is my life." She smiled when she said this, just a small glimse of teeth showing. "I sing, it whats makes it all easy." She smiled again. It was the truth, it did help, alot." I any and all type of rock."
She laughed, did she like to read? You bet she did!"Any chance I get! I always seem to have a book stuck to my nose! I've gotten to where I can walk and read without bumping into people." She shook her head. She had bumped into people her first year but after that she'd gotten better about it.
"But I also play Qudditch. I'm a great beater, though I don't look it." The small, pale girl smiled ruefully. In truth she didn't look like she could swing the heavy bat hard enough to cause any damage. She didn't look like she spent anytime out in the sun either, but the spell kept her from burning, like she would in the sunlight, like a normal vampire would.But, she wasn't normal.
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 20:50:29 GMT -5
Saint watched her smile, she kinda showed a little of her teeth, but she looked to be hiding them some. It didn't bother him too much, but it did make him wonder. Hearing that she couldn't draw made him grin some. Most people always said they couldn't draw. Being able to draw was an amazing gift for someone to have. Hear she did like music and did write lyrics and sing. So she did have some kinda of talent in the arts.
Hearing he loved to read, he wasn't too surprised. Most Ravenclaws did love to read. Saint did like reading, but didn't do it a lot. One thing that did grab him was that she liked Qudditch and was really good at playing beater. "That's pretty lucky. I was never too good at sports. Music and art was more of my thing. I wish I could have been tho, Qudditch did always look like fun." |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 21:53:14 GMT -5
Ather shrugged, something that she did often."Ah, it helps get the anger out. 'Sides I love watching the other teams faces. It's funny when they see me as the captain and as beater. New players always underestamate me," she laughed slightly. It always put a smile on her face when she saw the looks on their faces. It was funny when she sent one their way and watched them try to get out of the way.
"Besides, it's loads of fun. I have to do something that keeps up my strength. I can't have a load of Slytherin's walking all over me," she pointed out with another laugh."Have you tried to play before?" She tilted her head to one side and blew her bangs out of her eyes.
It felt good to talk to someone she didn't have to dumb things down for. She liked having a good conversation, but she had to be careful, she was getting too laid back, letting things slip that could ruin everything for her.
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 22:05:54 GMT -5
Listening to Ather talk about how much she loved play Qudditch and how others would underestimate her when she would play. He knew that it must have been fun to show everyone that you are really good at something when they think you aren't. Saint had heard before that playing a sport did make you more stronger and able to do a lot more things that others that didn't play could. It must have been nice to not have others push you around, but Saint rarely had others bother him in a bad way.
When she asked him if he had played before, Saint shook his head. "No. Never really gave it a try. It just looked like something I wouldn't be too good at. I know you need to try things before you say you can't, but I was never to good at flying." He laughed some. "Me on a broom when I have to watch other for things that could knock me off wouldn't be too pretty." He smiled again at Ather after he said this. |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 9, 2008 22:21:08 GMT -5
"Well, maybe" Ather cut herself off as the wind changed.Something about Saint didn't smell right. She'd smelled it before, but she just couldn't place it.She knew it didn't mean anything good for her. She quickly began to check herself, over and over as she spoke. She couldn't let anything slip now, not when she knew something was up.
She quickly picked up where she left off."Well, maybe you should give it a try!" She gave Saint a big closed mouth smile. Now she seemed brittle, like she was holding back something."You never know, you might be good at," she pointed out.
she pulled her legs underneath her, just incase she had to be up on her feet. She didn't like the smell that was coming from the seventh year, but even though the smell was off Saint seemed nice. So why in the world was she acting like this?
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Post by Saint Pitiful on Jun 9, 2008 22:46:22 GMT -5
Saint watched Ather, she looked like something was bothering her, like a sound or a feeling when you get. And seeing the way she was acting did make him wonder what was up. As he heard her say he should give it a try he may be good at it. He nodded, but he could tell something was not right. From the way she was smiling and the way she started to move as if she had to run away.
He watched her close. "Something wrong? Have I done something...if I have I'm sorry." Saint couldn't think of anything he had done. But from the way she was acting as if she should leave him or something was really bothering him. |
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Post by Catherine 'Ather' Wise on Jun 10, 2008 0:43:02 GMT -5
Ather shifted slightly as she shook her head."No,'she said slowly."I'm fine." Which was true, he was doing no harm to her, but for some reason he made her feel uneasy.It was how he smelt. She quickly stood up and paced around Saint, sniffing silently every few seconds. It was him that the smell was coming from.
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Her voice was soft as she spoke, still circle. She knew that smell, she had tasted it back home in Russia, a very common scent. It smelt furry, and like the wilderness. And something else.
She stopped infront of Saint, her eyebrows furrowed as she studied him. "Saint...Are you?" the scent shifted again and she pulled up short as the scent registered."You're not human, are you?" she asked in a soft voice that was almost a hiss.
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