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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 27, 2006 23:21:56 GMT -5
She scoffed lightly at his comment. "What do you mean 'likely to kill me?' Were you not the one actually trying to get lost?" She smiled playfully, and hoped he realized she was joking. "Being lost in this castle is not something one normally tries to do, it just happens. You never know what will happen here, even when you aren't lost." She plastered a smile of amusement on her face. "But you, too, have been good company."
She laughed a little at his last comment, but she didn't disagree. Something to eat at the moment sounded wonderful, but she didn't know how to conjure food out of thin air, and it didn't seem Charon did either.
She quickly became bored sitting there, and had began twirling her soft brown hair around her finger. She had a might bit short attention span, and constantly needed something to do. She suddenly stopped and stared at the boy. She tried again to decipher who he was. She didn't remember seeing him around the castle before, but there were quite a few students, so that could easily be the reason she didn't recognize him.
"What year are you in?" she asked suddenly.
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Post by charonholler on Mar 27, 2006 23:33:08 GMT -5
With his stomach growling and his thoughts still on trying to figure out how to get down to the great hall, it was not strange that Charon barely heard Rael. He did hear her, though, and her voice snapped him out of his reverie. He looked up to see her staring at him and responded, "6th. Although I should probly be in 2nd or 3rd. And you?"
As he waited for an answer he stared backat her, taking in her features, and her hair which reminded him of a time when his had been the same color. But that was years ago, before...he broke off his train of thought there.
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 27, 2006 23:53:08 GMT -5
"I'm a sixth year, as well" she replied. She wondered why, if he was a sixth year, she didn't recognize him, she had had classes with all of the sixth year student by now. And why did he think he should only be a second or third year? He couldn't be that bad at magic, she thought. She noticed as he stared at her, and she stared right back. She wasn't one to shy away from a person's gaze. She seen the distant look in his eyes, as though remembering something, but that look quickly left him.
She felt a little awkward and so asked "why do think you should be in a much lower year than you are?" She waited for his answer, still studying him.
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Post by charonholler on Mar 28, 2006 0:10:13 GMT -5
Charon realized he was staring, and that she was staring back. He felt his face heat up as he quickly looked away. "Because I should be in a lower year. Because I can't really do magic above a third year level, and that's only with certain spells. Most of my magic is on a first or second year level," he said.
As he spoke he knew she would ask why he was so bad at magic. People always did, usually assuming he was retarded or something. To ward off her question he closed his eyes and started telling his story.
"My parents were both muggle-borns, and for some reason I didn't get along well with my grandparents. It was kinda like some kids not getting along with their parents. Well, there was that too, since my parents tried to make me get along with my grandparents. On my 11th birthday I found out that I'd be going to Hogwarts, where Mum and Da had gone. Somehow my brain made a connection between Hogwarts and my grandparents, and I refused to go there. To the point where I ran away from home. For a few years I lived on the streets of Edinburough, and on the streets of London for a while, too. I even spent a little time in Dublin. Eventually, about 1 1/2 years ago, I realized that i couldn't live like that for my entire life, and i went back home. My parents accepted me and tutored me in the basics of magic. The plan was for me to enter Hogwarts as a first or second year, but the administration insisted I take my O.W.L.s and enter as a sixth year. I took the O.W.L.s, and didn't do too well, but I just got here in the middle of break. Since I spent so much time on the strets, I never really picked up magic."
Charon opened his eyes agaoin and waited for Rael's response.
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 28, 2006 0:33:16 GMT -5
After he replied, she knew other follow-up questions had been asked many times before. She pulled her legs up to her body before he started his story, and rested her chin on her knees. She watched as he closed his eyes, feeling as though he didn't want to see her reaction 'till he was done. She removed her eyes from him as his story progressed, she didn't want him to feel as though she were prying into the memories being played before him as he spoke.
When he finished, she continued looking at her feet, her focal point during the story. She wasn't sure what he wanted. She had never been good with emotions, often being told she was cold for turning away from those who needed to talk. But, where could she go from this boy? She wasn't going to stand up and walk down the corridor, that would be too harsh, besides she was lost. However, his story hadn't seemed to need a remarkable come back full of emotion, just a story so she didn't ask an old question.
Rael slowly raised her dark blue eyes and looked back at him, again. "But they did place you in sixth year, they must have strong faith that you will do well in your classes. If they didn't believe you were cut out for sixth year, they wouldn't have placed you in it, would they have?"
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Post by charonholler on Mar 28, 2006 0:45:50 GMT -5
Charon was surprised by the question. He had been ready fopr other questions, had thought them over several times, but never this one. It hadn't even occurred to him until she asked. He thought for a minute, then said, "I suppose it's possible. I guess I had always assumed they'd rather keep me with the people who were supposed to be my classmates. I really don't know. Half the time I can't understand what's going on in my head, so I would have no chance at guessing what goes on in someone else's."
"Especially the heads of this schools' administrations," he added. Although he didn't mind sitting around talking, he was starting to get slightly bored. He searched his pockets in search of seomthing to foll around with, abd came up with a pair of slightly melty Chocolate Frogs. "Huh. Forgot I had those in there," he said, and held one out towards Rael. "You want it? It's nothing compared to whatever they have in the great hall, but at least it's more than we had 5 minutes ago."
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 28, 2006 1:18:01 GMT -5
Rael watched as he thought about what she had said. She guessed the thought hadn't occurred to him. When he spoke, she fully understood what he said about not understanding some of his own thoughts, and had nodded enthusiastically at it. When he had finished talking, she looked back down the hall, but turned her head back when he offered something to her.
"You're quite unwise," she mused. "Offering chocolate to a girl, whatever are you thinking? Haven't you yet realized, girls are crazy over chocolate?" She smiled as she graciously accepted the chocolate frog. "Thank you by the way, for sharing." She watched him once more. It was a bad habit, staring while thinking. Her blue eyes studied him, while she munched on the treat. She had decided awhile ago she liked him. He seemed nice, but still had a bit of mysteriousness he was hiding. She liked that, it intrigued her.
"I don't suppose you would happen to know the time?" She was becoming rather famished herself.
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Post by charonholler on Mar 28, 2006 1:33:58 GMT -5
Charon chuckled at her chocolate-induced wisdom. "You're welcome," he said. "It wouldn't be right to sit here and eat while you have to go hungry."
He noticed that she was staring at him again, and again he felt his face heat up. he wondered if maybe he had some chocolate stcuk to the side of his mouth and surreptitiously checked. But his hand came away clean, and he was forced to wonder why she was staring. While he was slightly embarrassed by the attention, he couldn't deny that part of him enjoyed it, and a fair part of him wished to return it.
He looked up when he heard her ask for the time. "The time? Oh, about half past tomorrow and a quarter to yesterday," he joked. "Seriously, it's about--" He looked at his right wrist, where his watch should be, but wasn't. "Darn! I forgot to put on my watch this morning! Guess I don't have the time after all. Sorry."
He sat back against the wall, his stomach growing louder with ever growl. He tried to ignore it and subtly fixed his attention on Rael. It looked like she was starting to feel hunger as well, so he said, "I don't think the sitting and waiting idea is working any better than the wandering idea was. Do you think we should start looking for a way downstairs again, or continue to sit and wait?"
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 28, 2006 1:58:57 GMT -5
She seen him as he looked at his hand, as though looking to see something that wasn't there. Realization came over her, and she quickly moved her gaze back to her shoes. She was embarrassed she had stared at Charon so much, but she couldn't help it. Old habits die hard, and it wasn't as though he wasn't nice looking. No, she thought as she felt her cheeks tinge a bit, scratch that thought, he was a focal point. That was it.
A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she heard his first reply to her question, but her eyes remained on her feet. When he said he had forgotten his watch she was a little disappointed. "Great," she said to herself, "lost and don't have the time." She immediately regretted what she said, even though it was to herself, she was sure he heard it, the corridors did echo.
"We should probably begin wandering again, we're bound to find someplace that's recognizable." She had noticed the growing noise level of his stomach, and thought he would like it best if they moved along, seeing he was obviously hungry. She stretched out her legs, almost touching Charon, then slid them toward herself again. She stood up, and waited for him to do the same, making eye contact for the first time since she looked away.
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Post by charonholler on Mar 28, 2006 2:13:18 GMT -5
Charon stood and looked both ways down the hall, trying to decide which way to go. "I think this time we might as well just forget looking for familiar passageways. That didn't help at all last time. I think we should just wander and see if we get lucky," he said hopefully. Then, realizing that he wasn't exactly the de facto leader, he added, "As long as that's ok with you?"
While he was getting up and talking he had been secretly glancing over at Rael very chance he got. There was just...something...about the girl that he liked. Maybe it was the twinkle in her dark blue eyes, or the way her brown hair caught the light. Whatever it was, he liked it and couldn't help but allow his eyes to feast.
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 28, 2006 8:12:02 GMT -5
She listened to his words, but didn't really hear what he said. She was lost in the argument that continued in her head, and it seemed common sense was losing. "Yeah," she said shaking her head slightly, after a moments hesitation...after realizing he had been talking to her the entire time. She could feel his eyes on her, but tried her best to ignore them. It wasn't a weird feeling she got from it, Rael was just thought if she didn't look at him, she could win the argument.
She glanced down the corridor, and turned back toward Charon, but ended a little closer than was comfortable. She immediately took a backward step, to put more space between them, it wasn't as though she was close enough to touch the boy, but it was still uncomfortable.
"How about we turn down this corridor?" she asked. Rael looked up to his eyes, she had decided she wouldn't ignore everything, or he might think she was weird, as she had been staring at him the majority of the time they had spent together, so far. And now she avoided looking at him. Well, this shouldn't be difficult, she thought. Rael started walking down the corridor, in hopes Charon would follow. "So do you play any sports?" she asked, in hopes a light conversation would help.
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Post by charonholler on Mar 28, 2006 12:31:06 GMT -5
Charon watched as she seemed a little distant, for the first time that afternoon. He saw her step towards him, then suddenly back, as though she had lost her balance or stood up too quickly. If something was wrong, though, it looked like she had recovered quickly.
"This corridor looks fine to me," he replied, and joined her in walking down it. "Yeah, I play a couple. Mostly I run, but I also play a little football whenever I get the chance. How abot you? What do you enjoy doing?" He was glad she had tried to start a conversation, as it gave him excuses to look at her and chances to hear her voice.
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 28, 2006 13:26:36 GMT -5
Rael was relieved he followed her, and answered her question. A small smile crept over her features when she heard Charon speak. Running was something she enjoyed, but normally only participated in when stress was too high. And unlike many students, Rael knew what football was, her father, a muggle born, had taught her how to play when she was younger. "I like quidditch, I'm on the team, actually. A beater," she said quickly. "I like the muggle sport, floor hockey as well, my father taught me how to play. And I like to read, libraries are like a third home to me," she continued.
She paused a moment, wondering if she was going on to much, but she continued anyway. "I can draw, not very well, but it gives me something to do during class, or when I'm extremely bored." She smiled at the last thing she said, it was rare not to find Rael bored, as she didn't really talk to many people. "And I have quite an imagination, often I find myself lost in my own world for hours," she said easily. "People often think I'm strange because I just sit in a spot and forget the rest of the world. What about you?" she asked as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and turned her head toward him to observe his features once more. "What else do you like to do, Rone?"
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Post by charonholler on Mar 28, 2006 13:56:29 GMT -5
Charon smiled at her and said, "I love to sit around reading, and I occasionally try to draw something, but it never comes out well at all. I also like playing chess, but I'm not very good at that either, I'm afraid. I like to find a dark place and just sit and enjoy the solitude, sometimes. Heck, I just plain love the dark."
As they walked, he was a hallway coming up on the left, so he turned and walked into it. "Y'know, I'm glad I've got someone else to be lost with. If I was lost and hungry alone, this would be no fun whatsoever," he said.
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Post by princessofthieves on Mar 28, 2006 14:34:45 GMT -5
As he said he liked the dark, she turned her head forward again, smiling slightly. What boy didn't like the dark, she thought. The few she had known well, really liked the dark, but she knew he didn't mean anything by saying what he did.
Rael followed Charon down the corridor on the left. She turned her head back to him beaming with a genuine smile at what he had said next. She too, had enjoyed his company. "I know what you mean. I would be lonely if I were by myself at the moment." She couldn't deny she liked what he had said. It made her feel appreciated, and she enjoyed it.
"So," she paused a moment. "Do you know many people, yet?" she asked as she took a nervous glance at his face and quickly looked away. She figured he knew quite a few, especially females, he seemed like the kind of guy many girls would take one look at, and barely let out of their clutches afterward. Not that I really care, she thought to herself, as she tried to take a more casual glimpse, but failed miserably at the casual part.
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