Like I've Never Seen the Sky Before

[Felicity Hjort]

A storm was on its way, the clouds in the sky gave no chance for another to think any way but. Looming just beyond the horizon were gray skies, nothing but a dreary colour waiting to take over what were the lands of Hogwarts, sending many running inside. It was hilarious in a way, to see so many bodies scampering in, grabbing up their papers and pens and wands, holding onto their dear friends, glaring or staring in awe at what was on its way. According to The Daily Prophet it was going to be the storm of the century, bringing winds that haven't howled in hundreds of years, pelting rains that were to leave nothing but damaged living quarters in its wake. Felicity couldn't wait.

Calmly wandering about the castle, listening to the news reports students were able to get, the chatter between ghosts, and just taking in the activity was making her restless. It'd been nearly ages since she'd had a good time outdoors, had planned on going for a swim earlier that morning, not having known anything about the coming storm until one of her classmates mentioned it in Potions earlier that day. In fact, she was almost as excited about the incoming weather as others were shying away from the outdoors.

That afternoon, she found herself wandering, outdoors. What plans she had were not going to be ruined by a storm, how many times had she sat outdoors and watched them come? What wasn't fun about lightening cracking through the sky, thunder rippling, and water finding gravity hard to beat in sheets as it hailed down? It would be something to do, homework was caught up and she was rather ill of the library. The common room had become too crowded as she sat with a book up there, finding the games of exploding snap to be distracting from the story.

As it was, the pretty blonde managed to find her way to the lake, where she sat upon the edge, long legs dangling in the cool water, facing what a few others were running from. Hilarious indeed. Graham cracker brown eyes took in the rush of activity, keeping mind of what creatures lived in the depths of the water she was partially submerged in. At least if she sat out here long enough, she could get the quiet she searched for, or perhaps a fling of her own activity she rather longed for.

[Dante:
"Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide..."
-Come What May- Moulin Rouge]

[Dante Vroom]

Dante raced out of his room jumping over a game in the commons as he made his way to the door. He nearly fell as he began his trip down the first flight of stairs, choosing to jump the last few rather than risk a fall. Landing on the ground a little rougher than he had expected one knee brushed the stone below him. But there was no time to slow down. Instead he quickly recovered his balance and continued at full speed to the next set of stairs.

The Ravenclaw wore a button-up navy blue shirt, a pair of jeans and some hiking shoes. Comfortable standard attire that Dante had always enjoyed wearing. The jeans in particular were one of his favorite pair, and as a result they were well worn. Various holes had torn through the cloth, to the point that the hole on the left knee of the jeans had nearly surrounded the leg, which would make a pair of shorts rather quickly. Around the heel of each leg had worn off completely, the result from the pants actually being to long and catching under his shoes. The entire ensemble worked well enough as long as he was not meeting anyone in a formal environment. Over everything Dante wore a light jacket, leaving it unzipped.

Once at ground level the Ravenclaw bolted for the nearest exit to the hall. Dodging a group of younger girls as he passed one of the classroom doors. He hoped that the professor inside had not noticed him as he raced past them all. He heard one of the girls let out some sound of surprise, which was quickly followed by some kind of loud crashing sound. No doubt the books that they had in their hands. Dante had no time to help them with the mess he had possibly caused. He did not even look back to see if they were anyone he knew,, or anyone he should know.

It was only when he finally hit the cool air outside that he slowed down a little. He scanned from side to side then looked up to the clouds. There was going to be some rough weather in the near future, that much he knew. And he was looking forward to it. The sent of rain was in the air as he continued his somewhat quick pace. He had no where in particular to go, nor anything to think about. He smiled as he picked up his pace again. There was no reason behind it, other than the thought of how much he really enjoyed the rain. It was different, and thus, it was exciting.

As he continued he saw what could only be described as a figure in the distance. He could see other students heading back toward the school, obviously getting ready to avoid the coming storm. The one figure seemed to be stationary compared to everyone else. One set of figures that were close caught his eyes. A couple walked past him, their smiles meeting his. Each face quickly turning into an uncomfortable expression. Perhaps it was because he made eye contact with them, perhaps it was because he seemed to be heading in the wrong direction, or there were many other reasons. Dante kept his head up though, taking note of how many people he passed that would look down or away as he passed.

The phenomenon was fascinating to Dante. People never seemed to want to make eye contact. The reason was something he could not grasp, for he enjoyed making that contact with people. His face turned back into a grin as he tried to act friendly toward those few figures he had passed. Taking note of how many people had actually looked him in the eyes as they passed compared to those that did not. He was closer now to that figure. He was still not close enough to make out who it was, but he could tell that whomever they were, they were blonde and female. Beyond that though, he would have to continue his jog toward and perhaps past them.

[Felicity Hjort]

The clouds were moving across the sky in an almost sweeping motion, the incredibility of it held the short attention of the blonde as she stared at the swirling grays as they slid toward the castle. Just what could it be bringing other than the waters it promised? While she knew the sky spoke, often the moon and stars speaking more loudly than all else, she knew everything about the sky brought conversation. Each cloud held its own meaning, its own purpose, but what was the purpose of such impending weather? She could do nothing else but wait it out and see what was brought.

The only thing wrong with such a situation was the fact she was unwillingly extremely impatient.

Pulling her legs out of the water, folding her arms around the bent knees and sitting her chin to rest, she cast a glance out over the lake instead. Just how was the squid? It'd been ages since she'd held conversation with him, losing interest when other interests were piqued. Still, so many feared the lonely creature and she felt for him, wishing he had a companion who understood better than she how he felt.

Just what was the point in making a creature who was alone feel worse by fearing him? What had he done? Sure, Drew stood by his words that the Giant Squid had once eaten a Hufflepuff, but how could that be true? It just couldn't be.

Did the creature who knew loneliness also fear those who feared him? He would have more reason to in her opinion, but who really knew the honest truth and what information it held?