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Post by Devin Reed on Oct 29, 2008 19:02:24 GMT -5
The Black Lake had always interested Devin. He never knew how water could be so incredibly dark, like a hole leading into the depths of hell. On nice days a light color contrasted with the dark mirrored the sky, usually a shade of plastic blue. The image of the castle loomed on the surface as well, as if it was a graceful swan drifting across the water. On sunny days when the wind was still the lake was smooth like a stone, no ripples disturbed the surface. It was like black glass. Devin found his eyes drifting from the girl in front of him to take a glance at the lake. Today the picture perfect lakeside view wasn't happening, instead it was blotchy and grey.
A sharp chilly rain flew like blades along with the wind, piercing any open skin when someone left the safety of the building. The skies overhead were a pale grey color, symbolizing a coming rainstorm, and perhaps colder weather, with more wind. The clouds were as grey as a stormy sea, or grey mashed potatoes, as it loomed over like an angry curtain. No sign of sun with the ability to breach the resisting converage. One would think any amount of clouds would be gone within a short time judging how quickly the wind was traveling. It had been raining all week, and though his hopes of a lack of rain on this very day had been crushed, Devin managed to look optimistically upon the situation. As optimistically as he could, anyways, there wasn't much good to cold, or grey, or anything about the weather. But truthfully, he was a bit occupied at the moment.
Not so much occupied as he was distracted. Though he only had his loose school robe around his shoulders to keep him warm, no coat, no sweater, no scarf, just the uniform, he found his mind stray away from the chill. Many a papers were located in his hands, with bent corners and ripped edges, some folded in a way that suggested it hadn't been on purpose as much as it had been uncaring, were being thrown into his bag as best as the task could be done at the moment. While still trying to walk briskly inside, for the potential sicknesses were in the air, Devin shoveled his supplies anywhere it could go to make his job easier. Inside books(harming those as well), the inside pockets, within notebooks with similar pages that meant he would most likely never find them again... That's when he tripped. Over his own shoe. And hit the ground. It took a moment to register what had happened, as once the ground that was just five feet below him was now within an inch of his face.
Fifteen minutes previous to the situation, Devin had been trapped in his dormitory, wondering if it was actually possible to die of boredom. Due to the absense of events occuring at that very moment, he had chosen to deepen his ponderings into a train of thought, and came up with an answer: yes. A dryspell of tasks for the mind could cause one to bash their head upon a table, wall, or any other flat surface, as if it was better than simply waiting around for what was hopefully coming. The unfortunate would continue until a large amount of brain cells had suffered an unneccisary death. With a good portion of deceased brain cells, and the living cells probably attending funerals, one was doomed to suffer from, well, being an idiot. Images of moronic students had filled Devin's mind. Students who stumbled, tripped, and crashed down stairs, some accidentally running into fireplaces or falling on candles. So yes, he had concluded, it was definately possible to die from boredom.
Okay, Devin had stopped himself after he mentally recited the potential death-by-boredom situation once more. I need something to do...before I accidentally walk into a fireplace... Was it just him, or were those walls getting closer together? That settled it, he was going outside before this room was the death of him. Devin had swiped some papers off a flat surface of choice and skimmed them over quickly. Had they been from last year, this year, Charm's class, note from a friend, it didn't matter. All Devin knew was that they were all in his handwriting: chickenscratch. Distinctive 'E's were scattered about the paper in a dark blue color, or were they 'J's? He didn't dare stop to think about it, he could organize them in a moment when he was outside. Like a rocket, Devin fired his way to the front door, never once had he bothered to look at the weather outside...
See where that had gotten him?
Oh, the rain was a terrible thing. In some instances, such as a hot and humid summer afternoon where the clouds stood like soldiers awaiting an order to resemble the air's stillness, rain was wonderful. In his current situation, however, Devin would have to have chosen the hot and humid summer day, where he wouldn't have had nearly as much trouble with those blasted papers. Though a few months previous to the event it had been a hot and humid summer afternoon, and the boy would have easily preferred the current weather: cold and blustery with hardly any signs of dry ground because of the rain that pounded it into a carpet of slippery grass. It was then that Devin realized just how cold he really was, and how idiotic he had been to brave the weather without any sort of coat. He thought back to his dormitory, where both a selection of hooded sweatshirts and Gryffindor scarf were laying around in plain view. If only he could turn back time. Hadn't they learned anything about that yet?
He had landed almost flat on his face, having an unplesant close-up view of the ground surrounding the Black Lake. Other than slightly embarrassed, he felt fine. Unfortunately the little tumble he took managed to get the entire front of his body wet, making it seem like he had spilled something, a very large something, on himself. His bag, though lucky enough to salvage his textbooks and the majority of the loose sheets of papers, lay upside down and open. It let a few sheets fly like ghosts escaping in the wind current, probably being wrecked by the rain. All of the others that had still been in his hands had somehow disappeared as well.
Oh yes, the rain was indeed a terrible thing. Although frustrated, and a little embarassed by the klutzy move, Devin had never been one to cry over spilled milk. He simply pushed himself up to a standing position. From there the boy proceeded to scan the area with sharp brown eyes, seeing if he could recover any of the 'lost souls'. If he hadn't been so suddenly annoyed with the weather, and himself for choosing to come outside, he may not have just shrugged the situation off. But Dev decided it was more work than it was worth, and there was always another piece of paper and a quill in the common room. On to the next precaution. He glanced around one more time, looking for people this time. It was just better if no one saw him fall. But then, who was crazy enough to go outside in the pouring rain? Oh yeah... he thought. I am. [/color]
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Post by Samantha Philips on Oct 30, 2008 3:47:52 GMT -5
(ALEX PETTYFER? ahhhhhhhhhh *drool*)
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Post by Mariah Petite on Oct 30, 2008 8:36:14 GMT -5
It scared her, with it's unknown depth, frigid waters and murky shorelines. Maybe that was why she was so obsessed with it. Tatyana sighed, looking out towards the cool grey water, her eyes following the ripple of the waves, pushed by the wind. She had always been terrified of the lake, of drowning, more specifically. But for some perverse reason she loved the lake. Maybe it calmed her to see something so big. Maybe it was knowing that there was something unknown in the water.
The wind was cold, whipping drops of rain towards her in sharp bullets of water. As one struck her cheekbone, Tatyana shivered, pulling her wand out of her pocket. A quick wave and the rain suddenly stopped inches from her face before sliding down the invisible wall Tatyana had conjured.
When she had looked out her window from the Ravenclaw Tower, Tatyana knew the weather wouldn't bee agreeable. But it was be so much better then the noise inside. Donning thick gloves, a woolen cloak and her house scarf, Tatyana had ventured outside, searching for a small escape from the bustle inside. Just the start of the year and she was already overwhelmed.
At least it was quiet outside, no one else daring to brave the weather. Except...Tatyana glanced out, spotting a figure. From the distance she couldn't tell anything about it, male female, young old, except that it was headed towards the lake. Sighing, Tatyana brought her knees up to her chest, leaning her arms against them. She would wait 'til the figure got here before she would decide to stay or go.
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Post by Devin Reed on Oct 31, 2008 16:18:05 GMT -5
So much for finding something worthwhile to do. Even the dormitory was better than this. Devin took one last glance up at the sky, seeing the clouds in even more storming grey fury, hearing the rain hit the ground heavier that it was before, feeling more and more raindrops hit him on the shoulders. It was enough to make him want to scamper and hide under a tree. However, a pleasant, warm common room with chairs and a fireplace as other Gryffindors swapped Famous Witches And Wizards cards sounded nice. As well as the great hall with a few students scattered about, studying or playing a game of wizarding chess before the next meal, that sounded pleasant too. Devin would even prefer a dull, dusty library over the great outdoors at this moment. The Gryffindor couldn't help but let out a few profanic words under his breath, though he could've shouted them. For all he knew no one was outside right now.
A clap of thunder roared overhead, sounding similar to what the boy imagined a tiger sounded like. Devin's sharp brown eyes squinted as they traveled up to the sky. Great, now it was thundering, and soon the lightning would flash across the sky. Another forbidden word slipped from his vocals, annoyance the only word to describe the quiet tone. Really, the boy liked thunderstorms. There was some odd attraction to the natural noise and light show that kept people awake at nights. Perhaps it was the thrill he got from knowing the danger of the storms, and the fact that Hogwarts was seemingly unaffected by such things? However, liking storms was very much different from liking rain, or wetness, two things that he disliked with a passion. Uncontrolled water in general was kept off his list of 'My Most Favorite Things'. With uncontrolled water came the possibility of drowning, and even the thought of that made Devin's heart race.
Devin had no mirror, but he didn't need one to figure out what he looked like. His hair, probably a shade of brown by now, was plastered to his head with precipitation. Which was a shame, as he preferred to keep it nice. The bag on his shoulder was probably subtracting from both his posture and height. If it wasn't heavy already with unneccisary textbooks and parchments, the water added to its weight. Not to mention his clothing was soaked. Devin felt quite unappealing at the moment, which, naturally reduced his confidence. Although a mirror would have been nice to fix himself up, he would probably cringe at his current appearance. But, then again, if he had a mirror he would be able to see for himself that, he didn't look quite as unattractive as he felt, not even close, as a matter of fact. Although vanity never quite overtook a large portion of his personality, he felt the need to make himself look more presentable at the moment. Especially now that he had company.
He hadn't seen her before in his attempt to get things under control while foolishly continuing his walk. But it was quite difficult not to notice her, now. Simply because he had walked straight into her. It seemed it wasn't Devin's day. "Sorry," he spoke instinctively but completely and utterly sincere. Like there was nothing else he could worry about in the world other than the unfamiliar girl's forgiveness. Which there was, quite obviously. Such as the search for the lost papers, or the fact that he was wetter than any human being should be. But, truthfully, the sudden event had turned his attention from the other potential worries. "I...uh... I wasn't paying attention," he continued, though that particular fact was a bit obvious. "I've been told I should get better at that..." Devin offered a sheepish smile. One that was remotely friendly, hoping it'd help his case. [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Mariah Petite on Oct 31, 2008 17:33:46 GMT -5
The rain was coming down faster, drumming against the magical shield, causing shimmers against the surface with each drop. The sound echo around inside the shield and Tatyana winced at the pounding sound. Uttering the counter spell softly Tatyana let the shield fall, the torrent of water hitting her head and face immediately. Her hair, which she had straightened just this morning, curled into wet ringlets that stuck to her face and the back of her neck. Her skin felt slick with the cold, and the temperature raised goosebumps on her arms. After a few minutes, though, the rain had numbed her body enough that the splattering felt almost warm.
Looking out towards the lake Tatyana observed as the drops struck the water, leaving behind ripples that circled outwards until they stretched into other circles. Following the movement of the water Tatyana watched, memorized by the endless pattern. A shock of lightning lit the sky though, and the clap of thunder that followed afterwards snapped Tatyana out of her reverie. Shivering slightly she straightened up, tugging on her shirt, now plastered to her body. She was positive the rest of her outfit was in the same distressed state, soaked and clinging unattractively on her form. Whatever. Unconcerned, Tatyana had forgotten about the figure she had seen in the distance.
Until he ran into her. "Oh!" She gasped, reaching out with her hands to steady herself. Her palms squished into the wet ground. When Tatyana pulled her hands back up they were speckled with several pieces of grass, and a small splattering of mud. Wiping her palms on her skirt, Tatyana looked up. "Oh, no." She shook her head, "It's fine. I was wet to begin with." Smiling wryly at his explanation, "Obviously." She added a smile though, matching his friendly one. "I'm sure with a little practise you'll improve. I'm Tatyana, by the way. I don't think I've seen you before..." Trailing off Tatyana glanced up, brushing a lock of hair out of her face as she waited for a response.
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Post by Devin Reed on Nov 1, 2008 14:56:23 GMT -5
The girl let out a small cry of surprise, which was an appropriate response to this sort of situation. Another appropriate reaction would be to slap the boy upside the head and storm off in annoyance that the idiot hadn't even seen her. Mercifully, she didn't. She didn't even give him a dirty look or exchange a few words sharper than the cold. Infact, Devin was able to fully relax at her reaction, because, of all things, she forgave him. Under any other circumstances, the Gryffindor would have been remotely offended had another pointed out his poor observation skills, as they were anything but poor really. However, at the moment, they seemed to have taken a small trip, or were sleeping, or something that involved them being dormant, and because of that, Devin was quite happy that the girl had gone along with his attempt at a joke. It seemed his wit and charm had given him the dexterity to come up with such an apology.
"...I'm Tatyana, by the way..."
Tatyana, Tatyana, Tatyana, Devin repeated the name in his head as she spoke it. Perhaps it was OCD, but he felt the need to say it to himself a few times. There was a better chance of memorizing it that way. Introductions weren't much to base a personality off of, but it seemed to become a hobby of the Gryffindor's to make a small guess. In this case, he had no idea what this girl was like. Forgiving, yes. Perhaps a Hufflepuff? Possibly, they were a friendly sort, from those that Devin had met over the years. Besides, she had already shown some signs of friendliness in the sentances exchanged between them. And although it wasn't much of a conversation, she seemed to lead it, which meant she wasn't self conscious, maybe even daring. Again, a potential Hufflepuff trait, but he still had no clue. The girl could've been a Gryffindor that he simply walked past, or in this case, into. However, one thing was true. Currently, all the small hints pointed to someone Devin could get along with.
"Nice to mee you, Tatyana," Devin put the words into a brief reply, using her name to further encase it deep within his memory. "I'm Devin." What more could he say? Maybe now she would know Devin was remotely conversationally-challenged. Once there was a topic he could discuss things with ease, maybe even come up with some witty answers and let his personality flow like he would with someone he had known all his life. But Devin could sit for an hour searching for a discussion topic if he was speaking to someone he had just met. It hadn't occured to him, but was he only like this around girls? It would make sense, he wasn't the only one to lose their cool when speaking to the opposite gender. Or was it simply attractive members of the opposite gender? He would have to test that sometime...
That was something else he took note of: She was pretty. Sure, Hogwarts was full of pretty girls, there had to be plenty of spells to help them perfect their hair or apply cosmetics, all spells Devin wouldn't know. But Tatyana showed signs of beauty even out in the rain, and therefore Devin felt obliged to speak to her. He guessed her hair was a shade of brunette, appearing darker in the wet of the rain, which was, for some reason, almost always a plus. Attractive blue eyes stared back at him, a warm smile to match that made him smile, too. "I don't think so either," he responded to her final sentance. Which was truthful, as he could very well had seen her, but with his ability to match names and faces, he wasn't sure. "But you shouldn't trust my judgement, after all, I'm standing out in the rain." Another smile and a shrug of his shoulders was added. "That makes me wonder though. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out in this weather?"
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Post by Mariah Petite on Nov 3, 2008 21:03:17 GMT -5
The boy seemed immencely relieved at her reaction and Tatyana stifled a giggle. He was just so...sincere. Watching him, Tatyana tilted her head slightly to the side, a habit of hers when ever she was about to, or was, engaged in a conversation. The movement cause the rainwater to change a course of direction, and begin slipping across her face. Wiping the drops away with the back of her hand, Tatyana winced as some of the water got into her eye. It didn't hurt, but was just vaguely uncomfortable. Blinking quickly, Tatyana focused once more on the boy's face.
Finally looked directly at him, Tatyana unconsciously let her eyes trail over him quickly. His clothes, like hers, were soaking wet, and her eyes caught the flash of Gryffindor red on his school robe. Similar to her, his hair was also plastered to his forehead, and while Tatyana could be positive, she guessed it as some shade of blonde. He was cute, Tatyana realized with a blush. Luckily though, her cheeks were already flushed from the cold, and hopefully the added burst of colour would go unnoticed.
"Hello Devin." Tatyana replied softly. He seemed at a loss for conversation, and Tatyana searched her mind for any remotely interesting topic starter. "So, um, are you ready for the new year?" Tatyana finally supplied lamely, mentally scolding herself for such a horrible conversation piece. It wasn't vaguely interesting or memorable!
"So a new face." She mused in response. "I'm in the rain too, so my judgement would have to be as impaired as yours." Tatyana countered. "Are you saying that my judgement is bad?" She asked playfully. Listening to his last question, Tatyana shrugged. dunno,"She took a breath, I guess I'm just try to get out of the bustle. And com'on, who doesn't just love getting chilled to the bone by the rain? What about you, what are you doing out here?"
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