Things that go Bump in the Night

[Bryan Kelley]

There were merely images, disjointed and confusing. However, it wasn't the images or rather the content of it that caused the nightmare. It was the overall feeling of the dream, the vibe one felt while they were experiencing it. If asked, Bryan could not even begin to describe the dream past a single word: disturbing. It had been a nonsense dream most likely. The dreams that were easily forgotten except for the parts that seemed to have made a home in one’s mind. The parts that made an impact in ones mind that even while the rest disappeared as sleep did those lingering parts remained. Perhaps the dream had been caused by something the Gryffindor ate at dinner that just had not agreed with him. However, the dream had been silly, but even silly dreams had the makings to be disturbing. Bryan knew that his dream could had been caused by his connection with D’rorah, but he was certain this wasn’t the case when he had thought about it. Besides, Bryan wasn’t the type to jump to any conclusions, and he had since grown comfortable with the trickle of D’rorah’s mind at the back of his.

However, it did not change the fact he had had a disturbing dream. The Gryffindor had woken up in a cold sweat sometime around half past three in the morning. His mind tried to back track and remember what it was that he caused him to wake as he had. However, the nightmare was quick to disappear as the sleep left his eyes leaving him with only the feeling of it, his heart still pumping blood quickly in result. Bryan rubbed his face with his hands, wiping away the sweat and bits of sleep over his eyes. He shook his head as his mind started to come up with faded blanks. A quiet sigh past his lips before he looked around his dorm, his eyes falling on his sleeping dorm mates. Well, none of them had woken up. The Gryffindor remained in his bed for a few moments longer before he got up and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The day was Saturday, so at least he didn’t have to worry about any classes that day. Granted, even if he did have class, Bryan still would have done as he was doing.

Once awake, Bryan did not feel like going back to sleep. He didn’t know if the nightmare had the great affect on him or not. Granted, he didn’t really want to admit it if it had. However, he felt restless now. Like he wanted to do something, or at least erase the feeling the dream had left him with. So the Gryffindor finished dressing quietly, sliding his robes over his shoulder, and sliding the staff into the inner robe magic pocket he had created. The Gryffindor had since perfect the spell that provided limitless space to any enclosed space, such as trunks or pockets. He wanted to be able to keep the staff with him outside of the Room of Requirement, but walking around with a staff in the school had to seem a bit suspicious, so he had looked into the charm. Bryan was not the only one making use of the charm, as his brother was to now. The older Gryffindor had not minded that his brother was riding his back on this charm as it had not really been difficult to find and master after some practice.

The Gryffindor left his common room quietly, entering the dark seventh floor corridor. Bryan did not worry too much about running into someone in the early, early morning. Bryan wasn’t certain how early Sam and D’rorah usually met in the morning, and in truth the thought had not even crossed his mind as he traversed down the stairs that led to the sixth floor. The trek from his common room to the Room of Requirement was almost just a hop, skip, and a jump. He was before blank wall within a few moments, and after a quick look around him, crossing its path three times as he asked for the Light fighters’ training room. When the door appeared, the Gryffindor slipped inside closing the door firmly behind him. His eyes then alighted on the empty room, save the wall of weapons and the Elemental Masters’ and Shadow Warriors’ chairs with doors behind them to their elemental rooms. Bryan did not pay much attention to the sixth door.

However, instead of going straight to his elemental room, the lad instead went and sat in the chair designated for him. Before he sat down, however, he removed the staff from his robes, merely opening one side and reaching into the space created there and pulling the wooden object out. He leaned it against the table before leaning back in the chair. He closed his eyes for a few moments to clear his mind and just sort some things out. He had left his bed without too much thought, just feeling the need to get out of bed and move around. Bryan normally went through the staff forms D’rorah had showed him previously every morning, getting up before his dorm mates. He would continue with that trend but instead of in his dorm with a muffled charm he would go through them in the Elemental room of Wind, however first he sought to just relax the tension left over from the nightmare.

[Wysteria Edwin]

Wysteria looked up as the looking glass near her bead lit up and showed Bryan entering the Room of Requirement. While a bit surprised at his arrival given the late hour she assumed he was going off to train and she turned her attention back to her book. But when she did not see the soft light flash again which indicated a door opening and closing, she became curious. Spinning around on her chair, she peered once again at the young man now sitting at the round table. He had a staff, which she had seen him enter with before when Dee was instructing him, but she did not know what the purpose of his visit was now. He was not going into his training room, he just...sat there. Why...?

Normally she left people alone when they appeared to be meditating and shut off her looking glass, but his appearance looked...odd. She could just barely make out a heart beat from her distance but it was definitely racing. That was not right. His common room was near and...did she smell sweat? Looking closer she saw tension in his entire body which was definitely not the result of any normal anxiety. Now Wyst was honestly curious about his presence. But should she disturb him? He might simply need some time alone, but soon a very distinct smell wafted into the room from under her door. Fear. Although the scent was a bit stale like it had been sitting on his skin awhile, she could definitely detect it.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind she cracked open her door a hair, and the stench intensified alarmingly. Her eyes widened with surprise, having not experienced this level of intense fear from a human even if it was stale. She cleared her throat quietly.

"Um, are you alright? I don't mean to sound rude but...you smell really afraid. Is everything ok?" Wysteria knew he might think the sentence odd, so she clarified. "Vampires have a very strong sense of smell and fear one of the easiest to detect. You smell very afraid. But you don't look all that scared so...I'm curious," she said simply, shrugging.

[Bryan Kelley]

It was silly to get worked up over a dream, considering the Gryffindor was certain it was only a dream. Even if he couldn’t remember the content of it, the overall vibe of it had remained with in him. He felt that it had seeped into his bones and even as he had traveled through the corridors to the room of requirement it had remained with in. Yes, it had scared him. He could admit that. However, he was also curious as to why it had been disturbing or why he had even dreamed it. He was more than positive it was nothing more than a silly dream, but silliness always tended to catch ones attention and caused a person to think and dwell on it more than one really needed to. It certainly wasn’t like his mystery sketches, which always seemed to be a scene from real life, featuring real life people. Some having already happened as with the case of the one he drew of Caitlin and D’rorah’s parents. Those sketches at least warranted the extra thought of looking into them more unlike this silly nightmare.

Sitting in the chair, Bryan sought to calm his mind and his body away from the thought pattern that had followed the nightmare. He had left his dorm quickly and the walk had not done much to alleviate the anxiety that the nightmare had invoked. He wasn’t quite certain why he had decided to linger outside in the meeting room instead of moving directly into the Elemental Wind room. The room would certainly do more to calm him down with his element around him, but it had been an unconscious thought to sit down in the chair first to gather his thoughts rather than move straight into the room. He always sat a little bit before he got up in the morning, but this probably was not exactly like that. For a moment, a frown touched the Gryffindor’s lips as his eyes opened to stare at the table, willing it to give him some sort of answer so his mind could move on.

Bryan remained unconscious of the fact that his entrance into the training room had been noticed. He knew that Wysteria lived in the room now, having been at the meeting when she had returned into the castle. However, he paid it very little thought as she had never bothered him in the times he came into the room. Bryan normally took to coming to his elemental room in the late afternoon for a bit of training, mostly working with his element and moving through the staff forms some more. He could not do much more with the staff yet, but he practiced diligently with what he had learned. The Gryffindor did not notice when the sixth door of the room opened a hair before opening to allow a slim body to slip through, a throat soon clearing to break the silence of the room.

His mind on other things than the present, having known he would be safe to drift off into thought there, Bryan gave a visible jump. His heart probably started to race a little quicker, or back to the pace it had been at before he had started to calm down. His eyes lifted to look at the source of the noise, falling on the dark haired vampire. Bryan would like to say he was open minded and not disturbed by her presence, or rather knowing she was a vampire. The Gryffindor had had time to grow accustom to this knowledge, but there seemed to always be a sense of lingering doubt. He accepted her for what she was, trusting her as he trusted many of the other light fighters. Bryan knew he needed to get a long at least a little with the other members of their little family, as D’rorah tried to get them realize they were. However, aside from D’rorah, Bryan did not really have much interaction time with the others. It was almost difficult to form any opinion on them. It was hard to give them the trust he knew he was suppose to give. Yet, how can one trust another person if they don’t seem willing to extend that amount out either? Bryan could remember that meeting and how it seemed they were a dysfunctional family, rather than one that worked smoothly. These were people far from accepting others in their entirety --- faults, strengths, weakness, beliefs, and everything else that made them up. However, Bryan was loathed to pass any definite judgement without a firm foundation. He had D’rorah’s memories to form on his fellow light fighters, but Bryan did not rely solely on them.

These thoughts barely passed through his mind with the quickness that was habitual of the human mind before the young woman began speaking, her words expressing concern, but her manner still somewhat cold. It was hard to really place one’s finger on it. Even though Bryan was aware of Wysteria’s status as a vampire, her statement still sounded odd, never having anyone ever speak to him in such a matter. In fact, her form of speaking drew a small amused smile to his lips. “Yeah … yeah, I’m alright,” he told her. “Thank you for the concern, Wysteria. I-I just had a nightmare,” he didn’t really relish revealing that as there was that somewhat pride that didn’t want to admit being shaken by a silly dream, “that decided to shake me up a little more then it should have.” He was aware he could be assuming a bit by thanking her for being concerned, considering the girl had stated she was curious, but the beginning her conversation with him had been a question usually associated with concern. Either way, it at least showed he accepted the former Hufflepuff as an ally, even friend, instead of some strange, intriguing creature.

[Wysteria Edwin]

Wysteria cocked her head. Dreams were very powerful, and Alessandro had told her a bit about the importance and significance of their messages. Bryan looked positively shaken, which was not exactly the most comforting site to Wyst because any dream with that much of an effect was no simple play of the imagination. She did not usually like invading someone's personal bubble, but the energy in the room was so changed by Bryan's presence that Wyst was actually concerned what happened in the dream. It must have been very disturbing for him to look and appear as he did. Additionally, being D'rorah's new EM gave Wyst a good reason to respect him simply because he eased Dee's suffering of not having an anchor. His place in the Lightfighers was clear and he was loyal to them so far, so in Wyst's mind Bryan was as vital and as worth her attention as any of the others.

She walked over to her chair on the other side of the table and dragged it over to sit near him. While she could have simply sat at the chair beside him, Wyst was unsure the the chairs had any magical properties that detected another user than its proper owner. She did not want to find out by experimentation.

"Well, what happened in the dream? You know, a lot of dreams can be useful in our waking lives in determining a course of action or even recovering a memory," she said, glancing a the staff in his hand and wondering briefly if he had the intention of training when he first walked in the room but found himself too disturbed. "I'm not trying to be intrusive," she added quickly, "but...it might help to try and sort it out. Fear of a thing covered in darkness and mystery is much more frightening than a monster out in broad daylight." Wyst waited for Bryan's response patiently, knowing she might not be as able as Alessandro to interpret, but she didn't want to wake him unless the need was vital.

[Bryan Kelley]

Although the nightmare had been disturbing and haunting, now that Bryan had gotten up and away from his bed, letting his mind muddle through it, he was beginning to feel rather silly. The dream had been nothing but unconscious silliness, a silliness that he couldn’t even recall now that it was well past its occurrence. However, Bryan couldn’t change the fact that it had occurred and it was more disturbing in that he couldn’t recall what it was and why it had bothered him so much. However, Bryan’s mind turned away from these thoughts when Wysteria moved further into the room, crossing the threshold to her chair. The Gryffindor did not say anything, but remained silent when the girl pulled the chair across the expanse between the chairs of wind and those of fire until she had placed it near his own. The Elemental Master did not question why she had not just chosen to sit in one of the chairs already near his own. It wasn’t so much his assuming that they could possibly reject any person who wasn’t their owner, but more from a sense of just not feeling right sitting in them. Bryan knew that he would not be comfortable sitting in one of the chairs, knowing they had a specific owner. It would not feel right, his place to just sit down in one of them, especially one that was not his own.

Bryan looked at the wooden staff for a moment while the girl seated herself down; he shifted it so that it laid on the floor before he turned his sky blue eyes to look at her as she spoke. His brows furrowed together for a moment as he listened to her speak. He waited until she had finished before he even moved to say anything. He was silent a moment or two before he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “It wasn’t anything like that. At least, I don’t think it is. If something was going to tell me anything, I’d be more apt to draw it than dream it,” he continued. Bryan didn’t know if D’rorah had shared his seemingly seer like drawings with anyone else among the lightfighters. He knew that Sam likely had not said anything, even if he had met this particular light fighter or not, as Bryan did not know. And Caitlin. He didn’t think she was the type to go talking about things like that. With these thoughts passing through his mind, Bryan came to the conclusion that Wysteria was probably unaware of them, but he did not fear informing the Vampire about them. However, the Gryffindor soon realized that he had not really answered the dark haired girl’s question.

“It wasn’t anything specific, at least, I don’t think it was. I don’t remember it now except just the feeling of fear it had invoked,” he told her. “As you said, it’s the dark unknown that causes the most fear. It’s disturbing, but probably nothing except something that didn’t agree with me,” the Gryffindor finished. He knew he was brushing the matter off, but Bryan really did believe it was nothing but a silly dream brought on by something he ate, stress, or perhaps just not enough sleep. The body did strange things when it needed to recuperate. Granted, Bryan didn’t know why the mind would choose to scare itself when relaxation was what the body needed. Granted, Bryan didn’t really know what the cause of it was. Perhaps all the time since he joined the Lightfighters had finally just caught up with him. He didn’t know. Bryan rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment. Thinking about it just gave him a headache.

[Wysteria Edwin]

Wysteria thought that the notion of drawing the future a bit of an odd one. How would a person go about such a thing? But she dismissed the curiosity once Bryan began to mention what he remembered from the dream...which wasn't much to begin with. If the only thing he could recall was fear then it's doubtful it was any sort of divination dream, as Bryan already asserted. Alessandro's dreams of that nature were retold in vivid detail.

Wyst thought the idea that something "didn't agree with him" a bit had to interpret. Like eating a bad piece of food? That was sometimes known to cause bad dreams from time to time, or did he just imagine a scenario which made him uncomfortable? Either way she was no longer interested in his dream since the event did not appear to be of any real significance. His heart rate was still elevated and the smell of stagnate fear wafted around her, but all the symptoms were lessening. Normally the scent of fear made her hungry, but this was different...the smell was stale and not exciting.

But her mind revisited the idea of drawing the future; that did make her curious.

"Well, as long as there's no real harm done by the dream I'm sure you have little to worry about. Residual fear can be hard to shake, the best thing to do is talk about something else," she said, twisting her black hair behind her into a messy bun (a habit remaining from the days when she lived in the forest).

"You said you use drawing as your divination tool. How does that work exactly? Do you draw the events about to happen? And are you aware of what you're putting on paper before it's finished?" Wyst didn't look at Bryan directly, at least she did not focus on his figure. While the Bryan's scents did not entice her instincts alone she was not sure if a seeing a pulsating blood vessel from a faster heart beat combined with even a bad smell of fear would do the trick. Wyst was being overly cautious, but she did not want to risk anything. She had not been around a human with so many symptoms of terror since she returned to Hogwarts. The night of Alessandro's "death" had been close...but mostly it was sadness that pervaded her senses then.

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan nodded his head when Wysteria spoke about talking about something else to shake away any residual fear. “That was sort of my plan in coming here … relax my mind and then work with the wind or my staff a bit,” he said. He was starting to calm down now. He wasn’t sure how long he had been awake now, but the movement and talking with Wysteria was starting to calm him down a little bit. However, there was still the unsettled feeling in his stomach that remained that did not have anything to do with the dream really. Although Bryan had pretty much accepted Wysteria’s vampirism, it was still a difficult thing to fully accept and the uneasy feeling was one that remained in response. He didn’t want to feel uneasy around the dark hair girl, but it was seeming like something he couldn’t help at the moment. This was only the second time he had met with the Vampire. The first time he had been more confused than anything, but interested. He was now apart of something larger, something he still did not quite understand, which was why it seemed like he was trying to absorb all the information he received on it.

As Wysteria started to speak once more, Bryan rubbed the back of his neck, wiping away from residual sweat and releasing some of the tension that had remained there. He was sort of not surprised when she asked after his seer-like drawings. “I guess divination-tool is a good description of it,” he said. “D’rorah and I are still trying to really understand it,” he then stated with a shrug of his shoulders. “I just get these urges to draw something, and I never seem to know what it is when I’m drawing it, or even after the fact,” a tone of frustration entered his voice at this. Bryan didn’t really like the idea of not know what it was he was drawing. Sure, there were times when an artist had such moments, but usually they knew something. Usually there were some lingering images left in one’s mind as to what they were thinking when they had been drawing.

“And it doesn’t seem limited to the future. As I drew something that had happened to Caitlin in the past,” he said. “But I’ve also drawn stuff that hasn’t happened … there was some sort of fight scene with the light fighters and one with Zane in the forest. I gave that to D’rorah. And if I’m interrupted when drawing them, I can’t finish them. It’s like, I don’t know… gone,” the Gryffindor shrugged his shoulders as he came to an end. “Caitlin said perhaps it was some sort of seer gift, and I guess she’s right.”

Speaking about his seer gift had worked to take his mind away from his night terror. It had also allowed him to forget about the uneasy feeling he had sitting there with the vampire. Bryan certainly did not expect Wysteria to suddenly vamp out and bite him or something, but humans were irrational creatures at times. They could not always control how their body reacted to things. Their body often was the first indicator when a person was uneasy or lying. It was hard to erase that first gut feeling. Bryan certainly wasn’t skilled enough to make his body lie in what it was feeling or what it had first felt. The Gryffindor was usually an open person, never thinking he had something to hide. At least until now. Now he had to hide the fact he was the Elemental Master of Wind to the rest of the school. D’rorah had told him it was important that his identity remained secret, but he still felt uncomfortable with this. Especially when D’rorah still continued on in her normal vein. It made his helping to keep her from further corruption difficult at times.

“It’s certainly a form of seer I’ve never heard of,” he then said, “I’ve heard of people going in trances and dreaming visions, but drawing a single scene from some point in time?” he finished with another shrug of his shoulders. It had occurred to Bryan that perhaps he could talk to the Divinations professor about it; he was in that class after all, but he didn’t really feel comfortable with it yet.

[Wysteria Edwin]

Wysteria kept very still while Bryan described his seer tool, wanting to absorb all the information. His inability to understand his own gift made Wysteria wonder if the ability meant he was simply a mouthpiece for some higher power. If this was true, he might not be able to hone this skill and would have little control over it...but perhaps this was a blessing? The drawings he did produce would be more valuable because he had a direct line to the probable future. Wyst was still uncertain how one was able to divine the future, whether you channeled a being which could foresee events or you tapped into some vast library of information within the universe. She kept these thoughts to herself however, not wanting to appear too ignorant and suspecting she could simply discover the answers herself on her own time. Bryan appeared low on energy and she did not want to waste it by asking what she thought were silly questions.

At the mention of Zane and the forest, Wyst's gaze focused intensely on Bryan. What could that mean? What did he see? Was this before she was found...after? She was not sure why she was so interested, except that perhaps she thought he might have drawn an encounter between herself and the EM of metal. She no longer had any romantic feelings for Zee, and in fact had few emotions at all. But she did not like the idea that physical proof of their brief past existed.

"Well I think Cait was right. I don't know why you're only seeing a brief scene, except that I'm sure there are a variety of ways for tapping into that area of magic." She did not want to ask Bryan about the drawings in the hopes it did not depict what she suspected. She would view it as a sign weakness to be even curios about events buried so deep in her psyche.

What was...could you describe the drawings for me please? If you don't mind?" Wyst asked before she could help herself.

[Bryan Kelley]

Normally Bryan had his sketch book on him. It was usually like a part of his arm, always attached to him. However, with the early morning and his mind not thinking completely straight, Bryan had only been focusing on things in the forefront of his mind. As such, his sketch book had remained back in his dorm, sitting on his bed side table. So when Wysteria asked him to describe these sketched, the Gryffindor blinked for a moment. In the past when he was asked these questions he would just produce the sketchbook and allow the person to look through them themselves. Granted, that seemed limited to only D’rorah and Sam. Well, Sam tended to go through his sketch book regardless. This ability of Bryan seemed to intrigue his brother, who enjoyed seeing what new image his brother magically produced next.

“Um, they’re just sketches of a scene,” he stated. “I’m a good artist, so they tend to be detailed up until the point I either finish the sketch or am interrupted. Caitlin’s drawing was personal to her, so I don’t discuss it,” he said. Bryan had his own moral code. The image had cause the Hufflepuff prefect to act defensively, when she thought Bryan had been spying on her to have seen the scene. “But it was something that happened in the past … the one with Zane, I didn’t really look closely at as I gave it to D’rorah shortly after,” he said, trying to draw up the memory on the sketch. He was slightly surprised that Wysteria asked for description of the drawings. However, he attributed it to curiosity and not some deeper reason on the Vampire’s part. After all, Bryan did not know of her past with the Elemental Master of Metal.

“He was alone at the edge of the forest,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know if it was something that happened in the past, present or future,” he finished, “as it doesn’t seem that what ever this seer gift is if limited to only one.” He frowned for a moment.

“Though,” he added in an after thought, “There seems to be clues in the drawing, when they’re finished, to help indicate what is happening in it … I’d show you what I mean, but I left my sketch book up in my dorm unfortunately.”

He chuckled slightly, “And I don’t think I’m gonna go into some seer drawing at the moment, at least I hope not, considering they’re nothing to draw on or with,” he said, “not that I seem to have any control on when they come.” Granted, Bryan admitted that he experienced one in the Library when he had been contemplating the strange drawings. However, he did not expect that just thinking about it had brought the drawing on. It certainly had not in the past. Granted, during that time, his mind had not been blank but contemplating other thoughts, but he still had no idea what it was he had been drawing or what had prompted it. That had been when he had drawn the image of Zane in the forest.

Bryan looked at Wysteria, trying to gage what the Vampire was thinking, but with her face and body still, it seemed almost impossible to figure out what went on behind those eyes. It was sort of unnerving in how stood she had remained while he had spoken, almost like a statue. Yet, Bryan had known she was a live, or at in the vague sense of the word.

[Wysteria Edwin]

Alone at the edge of the forest...well that's good. Wysteria was glad Zane's sketch had no trace of their previous trists, although she was curious why Zee would appear in Bryan's drawing. Did that moment represent something significant? She pondered this while Bryan explained that most of the pictures have a detail or two that give it context. Wyst raised an eyebrow at this, intrigued at this detail. That could mean his drawings would only make sense at the very time of their occurrence, thus voiding any advantage gained by knowing a future path. While she was a bit disappointed that he did not have his sketchbook on hand to demonstrate this, the other drawing which interested her was in D'rorah's possession so her curiosity would not be sated until she saw Dee again.

In the back of her mind Wyst sensed the unwary gestures of Bryan's body, indicating his comfort level was not ideal. She suspected it was because of her...condition...but she chose not to address the issue since he appeared to have a good handle on his own fear or uneasiness.

“And I don’t think I’m gonna go into some seer drawing at the moment, at least I hope not, considering they’re nothing to draw on or with,”

At this, Wysteria abruptly rose from her chair and walked over to her own door on the other side of the room. She paused before entering, realizing her behavior might be odd. "I'm going to get some paper and quills for you," she said abruptly, to give her random act some reason. At this, she opened her door and took a few spare bits of parchment and a quill with ink from her desk. She walked back to the round table and placed the items between Bryan and herself.

"Just in case," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't like being caught unawares if it can be helped...this goes for anything." Wyst took her seat once more and double-checked the amount of ink in her bottle. Suddenly, a fuzzy memory floated to the front of her mind. Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused as she tried to filter the clouded vision into something recognizable. Wyst saw herself walking down a corridor, unsure where she was meaning to go, carrying a large bag. The bag was heavy, filled with all sorts of items. She saw the bag laying next to her on the grass, with fruit spilling from it...potions...books. Her eyes blinked once: she remembered her old bad. A tan, patchy, and very large satchel. What an odd thing to recall, she mused.

"I think there should be enough if you get inspiration. When I was mortal, I carried a huge bag with me at all times. It was filled with food, potions, all sorts of things. I think it made me feel...prepared," Wyst said this partly to Bryan, and partly to herself. "How strange a thing to remember..."

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan couldn’t help the small jump he made when Wysteria had suddenly stood up from where she was seated without a word. It seemed he had barely finished speaking and she was suddenly up and moving across the distance of the room to her door. Bryan’s brows rose in confusion, and he sat up straighter as he followed her with his eyes. He was confused to say the least. They had been speaking friendly enough and then she had suddenly moved. Perhaps the moving wouldn’t had been so startling if it wasn’t for the fact that Bryan had previously been comparing her to an inanimate stone statue in his mind. When one wasn’t expecting it, a statue suddenly starting to move was a surprise in any case. However, the thought was quickly replaced with the notion of perhaps he had somehow insulted Wysteria. However, before he was able to wade through that thought, the Vampire had stopped at her door, turning to speak to him to explain her actions.

“Oh good,” Bryan replied in response. “For a moment, I thought I had offended you some how,” he finished with a grin. As the dark hair girl was retrieving items from her room, Bryan remained where he was seated. Not that he would have made some sort of mad dash to the wind room or something like that. The feeling of unease he received from Wysteria was disturbing, but it wasn’t frightening or to the point he could not stand being in her presence. Granted, Bryan didn’t really know all the much on Vampires. It seemed he really only knew the typical stereotypes that surrounded them. He just didn’t think being unable to remain in her presence would send a good impression towards her, even if perhaps it was a normal reaction to vampires from some. She was still human, in some sense of the word, and hence far Bryan hadn’t been led to think she would do anything to him.

He looked at the parchment, quill, and ink well she placed between them when she returned. “Thanks, though I don’t think, or rather perhaps I merely hope I’m not about to go doing any,” he said. “Far as I know there’s no pattern to them, but they don’t happen every day or seem constant like that.” Bryan turned his gaze away from the material to look back at the pale girl. Quill and ink was not normally his preferred drawing material, but then when he had those moments he tended to draw with whatever was at hand. His eyes remained trained on her when she spoke about always wanting to be prepared, even before she had turned into a vampire.

“Well, being prepared is usually a good idea, but then one can’t really be prepared for everything, unless they were going to carrying every possible item with them, but I understand the idea of it. It’s one of the reasons why my sketchbook is usually attached to my arm, or so Sam has told me,” he said. Granted, Bryan probably cleaned the wording up a little bit as he was sure Sam had said something difficult, but he wasn’t interested in trying to remember exactly what it was. As it was, he felt rather guilty that she had went and gotten the supplies. It would seem a waste if he didn’t go into a seer moment during this conversation, but Bryan really didn’t know what set them off, if there even was a trigger, or what in the world he would be told to draw. It all seemed random to the Gryffindor, but then he hadn’t exactly stopped to analyze it.

“You never know when you’re gonna need something, or when you’re gonna have the urge to draw something,” he said, reaching a hand out to straighten the pieces of parchment, not from any real desire for them to be straight but rather just making the movement. His eyes had dropped to look at the sheets before he looked back at her. “Which is how it starts, an irresistible urge to draw.”

[Wysteria Edwin]

Wysteria listened carefully to Bryan's description of his talent and his lack of control over the ability. She wondered briefly if that annoyed him, to have so little knowledge of some instinct within his psyche which compelled him to draw. Wyst looked down at the pieces of parchment as he began to shuffle and straighten the pages. For a split second, the light in the room highlighted a pulsating vessel in the side of his neck, which can be a tempting sight for vampire. Wyst quickly averted her eyes before any dark thoughts could overtake her senses. She passed off her quick head turn as curiosity directed at the closed door to her room.

"Sorry, thought I heard the door chime," she said, turning her green eyes back to Bryan as she gave him a quick reassuring smile. "Has anyone heard of your specific ability before? I'm sure people have divined answers with a quill and paper, but do seers normally have little control over their own skills? Perhaps the library has some answers...or even this room if you ask it." She said, glancing around the walls, half expecting a book case to appear to aide Bryan's sketching.

"Unless you'd rather not know those answers?" She proposed raising an eyebrow a fraction of an inch, wondering if Bryan preferred not delve into his own subconscious. Wyst knew not many people had the desire to truly discover parts of the unknown. Often the answers found were disturbing, surprising, and unwelcome.

[Bryan Kelley]

Bryan’s gaze had once more dropped to look at the sheets of parchment on the table for a moment as he drew his hand back to rest on his lap. Hence, the Gryffindor had not seen when Wysteria had ducked her head to avert her gaze from the pulsating vein that had been highlighted in the light by his previous action. He blinked for a moment when the girl had spoken, slightly confused for a moment when she spoke about hearing a door chime or something. “It’s alright,” he said in response with a smile towards her. Bryan was not in the habit of thinking the worse of people, nor had he seen her quick turning of the head, so the thought that he had caused the Vampire a form of temptation had not even entered the Gryffindor’s mind. Granted, Bryan did not exactly have experience with dealing with Vampires, nor was he particularly well read upon the race.

As the girl continued speaking, asking more in depth questions dealing on the subject of seers Bryan remained silent until she had finished speaking. “I don’t really know. I’m in Divinations, but I have yet to study the subject of Seers in any sort of depth,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Kind of dumb I guess considering, but I never really paid this ability any sort of attention, or at least attributing any sort of divination quality to it until this year,” he told her. “Since drawing one of Cait’s experience and showing them to D’rorah, it’s been drawing more attention now,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

His brows furrowed for a moment when she commented that perhaps Bryan didn’t want to know the answers. He was silent for a few moments as he contemplated what the girl had said. “I’m curious by it, and am a bit annoyed that I never really know what I’m drawing until the end or what if even prompting them, but I haven’t really actively pursued any action to figure it out,” he said, feeling that perhaps he was somewhat failing in this area. Shouldn’t he be showing more interest, more drive to find out about this ability of his? “I’ve given D’rorah permission to snoop around my mind if she’s ever around when one of the moments come on but other than that,” Bryan ended the statement with a shrug of his shoulders.



[[ Are you interested in Bryan actually doing a seer drawing? I try not to have him do that many of them in his threads as I don’t want to over use the ability, but then I don’t really know how often he actually has them yet. I don’t mind if you do or not. However, I usually let the person I’m RPing with choose the content of what ever he draws. ]]

[Wysteria Edwin]

(OOC: sorry this is kind of short, but I felt the thread was coming to an end anyway)

Bryan's ability was intriguing to Wyst, since she had no experience in spontaneous sketching to divine answers. The group of lightfighters was diverse, which lent well to their goals and allowed them to hone different strengths. Perhaps D'rorah would be able to help him understand the drawings, which might help him know if the events he drew were in the past, present, or future. Lifting her nose in the air briefly, Wyst noted that the stench of fear and anxiety had greatly reduced. His heart rate had also slowed to a normal pace.

"You know, your vital signs indicate you are not longer afraid. Perhaps you should try and get some restful sleep," Wyst suggested, then eyed his staff and added, "but if you need to practice your skills, you know where the room is. I, however, need to go to bed since it's nearly five in the morning, which is my bed time. I like to be awake in the late hours of the evening, in case the lightfighters have a meeting."