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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 26, 2007 23:13:52 GMT -5
Wandering through the halls as if he was intending on reaching a specific place, Dylan was clothed in his school robes, the Ravenclaw crest clearly emblazoned on his chest. He had no idea where to go; his usual haunts were currently occupied and he didn't particularly feel like being around other people at this point in time. After the events of the previous week and weekend, he was in dire need of a brief respite. His first day back had not been a good one, and he wished simply to return to Tel Aviv.
At a loss as to where would be void of people, he cursed the fact that it was past curfew, meaning that everyone was now crammed into the castle. Every classroom he passed along the second floor was vacated by at least a few people, and he was soon giving up hope and, sadly, intending to go to bed at approximately five-thirty. At this thought, however, he turned into the next corridor and stared straight ahead. There was one place he'd quite obviously forgotten about; a place where just about no-one ventured anymore. Myrtle's bathroom.
Striding quickly along the remainder of the corridor, he soon reached the door that admitted entrance to the wailing ghost's dwelling and nervously pushed it open. As it was, he could hear no sobbing and see no water on the floor. He took both of these things as a very good sign.
Entering the room more fully, he recalled only one other time that he'd been inside the place. In his first year, when he'd been told by older housemates to avoid the area. Dylan, of course, being Dylan, had ventured inside due to his piqued curiosity. The entire experience had by no means been pleasant, and he'd never returned since.
Now, however, he walked uncaringly inside, simply needing a place to be alone. He'd searched for D'rorah, but spied her in the library working and had decided to leave her be. Now that they were back amongst the sea of students and professors, he could not rely on her to ease away any discomforts or ill feelings he might possess. Instead, he would need to find a way to deal with things on his own.
Standing before an extremely dirty mirror, he just managed to decipher his reflected image and saw that he looked quite wan. The recuperation period after the weekend had done him a world of good, but upon returning to the stress and work of everyday life, the toll taken on his body over the past week had very well caught up with him and returned in full force. Thinking it over, he decided that perhaps he should have waited another day or two in Tel Aviv.
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Post by damian on Oct 27, 2007 0:04:07 GMT -5
Damian stalked through the castle in an obvious rush, determined to get where he needed to be. Its was after curfew so the halls were packed with students. He tried his best to take routes and halls he knew were vacant, but there seemed to be an endless amount of unwanted presence. Younger students who pointed and stared in awe at his hair and eerie blue eyes., were easily ignored. It was the fact they were there that got to him.
He finally made it to the empty corridor just outside of the notorious "second story bathroom". He found it to be an opportune place to appear alone to the outside world. People tended to stay away from it due to its wailing ghost, but Damian had made sure the annoying she-ghost was removed before he got there.
He approached the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. "Someone is here... he thought. He pushed the heavy door and it gave way with a loud "creek". He stepped into the bathroom and noticed immediately, a younger boy who stood with his back to Damian. He pondered on whether to hex him to sleep, but curiosity got the best of him.
"Boy," Damian called, "Why do you decide to spend your time in here? Surely you've heard not to come in here?" Damian spoke in his usual monotone. It was not common for him to see anyone else in here.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 27, 2007 0:26:36 GMT -5
Memories of the attack on the weekend running through his mind, he closed his eyes briefly, an attempt to rid himself of such thoughts. Hearing a loud creek behind him, his eyes shot open once more, focusing on the image presented by the mirror. Seeing him pause for a moment, Dylan did not recall having ever met the boy.
His eyes narrowed, however, as he was addressed. "Surely you would have heard such things, also?" he remarked calmly. He was surprised, in fact, at how calm he sounded. Considering the tumultuous rollercoaster of his emotions and the events of the past week, he expected that he would be far more waspish in his remarks. However, calm was his usual manner of address for any attacks of word.
"I don't believe I'm out of bounds or doing anything wrong, so perhaps you might consider leaving me the hell alone." His tone implied that he was not at all happy to be interrupted from his thoughts so rudely, despite still retaining his calm demeanor.
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Post by damian on Oct 27, 2007 0:44:09 GMT -5
Damian smirked at the boys lash at him to leave. He narrowed his eyes on the mirror, looking at his face through the reflection. Clearly the boy wanted to be alone, and so did he. Damian hadn't a care if the boy was uncomfortable or not. He Leaned his head slightly to one side and studied him. In this situation, Damian had an obvious advantage if anything were to get out of hand, but he was not looking for trouble.
He strode across the room to an empty stall and leaned on its door, never taking his eyes from the mirror. "Do you honestly think you have a higher right than I, to belong in this room? Surely your letting your emotions get the best of you in this situation. Calm yourself kid. You don't want to make enemies with the wrong sort." Damian knew his words would just bounce off the boy. Still, he wanted to test what type of person he was, and why he was here.
Damian folded his arms and let out a long, deep breath. He crossed his arms and starred at the boy. "To be alone is nothing more than an obvious reason to need someone around. Think about it kid."
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 27, 2007 0:55:00 GMT -5
Refusing to take his eyes off the new entrant, he smirked at his reply. "I don't believe I have a higher right to the access of this room at all. I was simply suggesting that if you are to accost every person you meet, you might want to take your banter elsewhere," he remarked quietly, though loud enough certainly to be heard. Smiling unconvincingly at his next comment, Dylan considered the boy for a moment. This boy thought he was the 'wrong sort', then? He would need to check up on that.
Clenching his jaw unnoticeably, his eyes held none of the feelings that his smile might present. "We are not all so weak as to need someone to hold our hands," he commented wryly. "If I wanted someone around, I would seek them. However, I am currently located in what i'd hoped to be a deserted bathroom." Dylan's words held some truth to them, afterall, so he said them with some conviction.
He wondered briefly what the older boy might be doing in these bathrooms. Obviously, he wished to be alone also. Considering the many personalities of the school, however, that in itself was not such an unusual thing.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Oct 27, 2007 1:15:01 GMT -5
Older male voices coming from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom was not something one heard every day. As Wysteria walked onto the second floor, she caught the murmurings coming from that very bathroom. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it at first, but decided the since she didn't have anything better to do, she might as well investigate. After all, it was a GIRL'S bathroom, and as a prefect it was techincally her duty to make sure things like that didn't happen. What would an innocent first year girl make of walking into a bathroom and finding older boys in the restroom? Wysteria laughed a bit as she imagined a young girl's face as she saw whoever was behind the door and sprinted away.
As the door swung open, she heard the last few words that Dylan spoke, something about wanting to be alone in a bathroom. She also spotted Damian in the room, and instantly had a incling to turn around and leave, but that inclination left quickly. She raised an eyebrow to them both, crossing her arms and wearing an amused smile.
"You know, for the amount of time most girls spend avoiding this bathroom, I'm surprised to say this is the second time I've seen boys in here. What brings you two to Myrtle's hangout?"
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Post by damian on Oct 27, 2007 13:31:26 GMT -5
Damian closed his eyes and shook his head. The boys sharp response to his words was proof he wanted to be alone, but of course, Damian did not care. As far as he knew, the boy could just be sad that some girl doesn't like him back. Plus Damian actually needed to be in here, and if the boy stayed in there any longer he might find out some information Damian couldn't let anyone know.
"You sure are a touchy-" Damian was cut short by the entrance of a new body. This one he knew. Wysteria had once before walked in on Damian just before his was about to do something.
Instead of focusing on the boy, he turned his attention to their latest arrival. "Wysteria, fancy running into you in a place like this. Our little hangout isn't as secretive as I'd like to believe. I'm happy to see you, but still, I cant shake the fact that I cant have either of you in here right now." Damian pushed of the wall and stood up strait. True, he wouldn't use this place again, but for now, he at least had to get the other two out of there.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 27, 2007 14:27:47 GMT -5
The older boys retort was abruptly cut off as another student entered the room. Dylan found that this was a day for meeting people; whether he liked them or not, as he only vaguely knew the girl as being the Hufflepuff Prefect. She appeared to be relaxed and rather amused by their presence in a female bathroom, as opposed to actually angry. He sincerly wished that punishment would not ensue, considering how utterly dreadful the previous week had been for him.
Before he could respond to her question, the other boy did. Aptly named, it was indeed a response, instead of the answer she may have been searching for. Hearing his comments, he rolled his eyes slightly. He assumed the git could find some other place to be naughty, surely it didn't have to be a haunted girls bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts.
Also choosing to rather avoid the question, he spoke quietly, his tone implying nothing. "I suspect it's more a case of not being able to have anyone around, as opposed to not having anyone in here," he commented quietly. "Perhaps you should just run along and find somewhere else, if you're so keen to be rid of your peers," he added, his eyes fixed on the boy.
Facing the both of them, he leant back onto the basin behind him and attempted to look casual, his eyes now choosing to focus on the latest entrant. So this was Wysteria Edwin.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Oct 27, 2007 14:39:59 GMT -5
Wysteria was a bit surprised by Damian's response to her question. He was rather eager to have the room by himself, or he just needed a place to be alone as Dylan suggested. She had seen him talking with Drorah, and hadn't given him much more than a passing glance since they had never been properly introduced. It was interesting to finally meet the boy that had captured Drorah's affections. Surely he was as succinct and smart as Drorah...which meant that he would probably get tired of Damian's refusal to leave before long. She raised an eyebrow at Damian, not quite sure what to make of his statement other than that he had enough confidence in himself to request breaking the rules to a prefect. Yes, he was very confident...or had no common sense.
Forgive me for pulling rank here, but this IS a girl's bathroom Damian, and even thought girls rarely come in here, first year girls often come in here at the beginning of the year. They either don't know about Myrtle or forget which floor they're on. I think I at least am owed some explanation as to why you need to be alone in Myrtle's company. If a poor little naive 11-year old found you and whatever you planned to do in here...well, that would be a bad situation for both of you, wouldn't you agree?" she asked, her voice calm and even conversational.
She nodded over to Dylan, "I agree with him. I'm sure there are other places that are more well-suited for whatever it is you want to do," she paused and turned to face Dylan. "You're Dylan, right? I've heard good things about you," she said, a smile small coming to her face.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 27, 2007 15:19:34 GMT -5
He knew Wysteria was completely correct in her observations, but he didn't quite appreciate the fact that she was suggesting he was up to no good in this bathroom. True, Damian certainly seemed the type, but all Dylan had wanted was a few minutes to himself to collect his racing thoughts. It seemed he was not to get that time tonight, however, and at this thought a tiny, barely noticeable frown emerged onto his features.
Seeing her then agree with his previous comments, however, he lightened up a bit. His tumultuous thoughts seemed to be making him a bit more temperamental than normal, it seemed. Not quite expecting her next words, an uncontrollable look of slight surprise adorned his features. "Yeah..." he replied simply, not quite sure how to receive her words. Smiling slightly at her final comment, he nodded. "I'm glad," he remarked truthfully, not sure what to say. It wasn't often that he was as confused or speechless as he was now, and while it wasn't a severe case, it was certainly unusual. His thoughts seemed to be affecting more than just his mood, apparantly.
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Post by damian on Oct 28, 2007 19:12:32 GMT -5
The smirk Damian had hidden behind for so long fadded into nothing. His eyes flashed as he realized that the two had no intenions of leaving soon. He could feel his wand pulsing against the inside of his robes. It was getting too close. Time was short and he needed to be alone. Wysteria had to go. But Dylan, he had never met the boy before this, but Wysteria said he was close to D'rorah. He needed all of the leads he could find, maybe he could learn something from the boy.
Damian turned to Wysteria and inclined his head, peering hard into her face. Why do I always run into you, girl. His thoughts where loud, even in his head. She was starting to become a threat to his identity. But he knew he needed her.
"You know, your right. Neither of us are supposed be in here, but we are. You, being a Prefect, have a duty to uphold. Maybe you can excuse our disregard for the rules this one time, because right now, we need to be alone. But maybe you can tell me of a more peacfull place?" He had to think fast, Damian was running out of time.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Oct 28, 2007 20:53:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Quick note Damian: Wysteria never said Drorah and Dylan were close. She said she had "heard good things" about him; Wyst is careful enough not to connect people in the shadow wars together))
Wysteria eyed Damian with a restrained curiosity. He enjoyed being in control, and had a lots of guts to ask a prefect for special treatment when he had already shown her an odd side to him. She hadn't decided whose side he was on, or if he only had selfish interests in whatever he was up to. Folding her arms, she gave Dylan a "what is it with this guy?" look before turning back to Damian.
"Sorry, but I'm not stupid enough to allow someone to be in a place they already don't belong and continue doing that you won't tell me about. It's just not good for anyone involved; if another prefect catches you we'll both be in trouble." She paused, wondering for a moment about whether she should offer another place for them to meet. Wysteria didn't trust Damian, and if something happened to Dylan she couldn't imagine how Drorah would feel. Well...actually she could. She winced a bit, trying to decide what to do. But if Damian was for the lightfighters, he might just not know who she is and may have seen Dylan and Drorah together and wanted to talk to him.
"As for a more peaceful place, if you really need to talk to Dylan there are always empty classrooms and such," she suggested, shrugging.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Oct 28, 2007 23:49:07 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at the comments Damian sent in Wysteria's direction, he noted that the boy seemed very, if not too, sure of himself. Not only that, he seemed to assume that he would, in fact, receive special permission to be out of bounds. Supposing he was simply a typically arrogant Slytherin, Dylan made sure to remember to avoid the older boy in future. He certainly wasn't the pleasant type, in any case.
As Damian requested the suggestion of a more peaceful abode, Dylan tuned out briefly, thinking the knowledge would be potentially worthless anyway, considering Damian would also know about any given area. His thoughts drifting and lingering for a moment on the reason he had sought solitude in the first place, he had the greatest urge to yell at the both of them for proventing him from venting or dealing with any feelings in private. Restraining himself, however, his thoughts drifted back to the current scenario in time for him to notice Wysteria shoot an odd look his way.
Finding that Wysteria's response cheered him up ever-so-slightly, he found that he was actually coming to quite like the Hufflepuff prefect, despite only just having met her. He could see himself developing a good friendship with the young woman, in any case.
Dylan's ears perked up slightly as he realised for the first time that Damian now only wished for Wysteria to leave. What on earth could such a student want with him? That thought in his mind, he actually took in her response to Damian's final question and grimaced slightly, having checked almost every classroom in the school and finding not one that was empty. Before the ban and restriction laid upon the grounds, Dylan had never quite realised how often both students and professors ventured out of the castle walls.
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Post by damian on Nov 18, 2007 4:41:41 GMT -5
Having realized that the chances of getting what he wanted were growing slimmer, Damian decided to compromise. It was information he needed, two of the people he needed it from were right there with him. The chance of an unwanted visitor was nonexistent simply because of their location. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he had to take it.
He closed his eyes and drew long deep breaths, before wiping the faulty emotions from his face. Only a hard, emotionless glare stuck with him. Colorless, save for his deep blue eyes. He focused them once on each person, then on the ground, letting his silver hair fall about his face. When he spoke, it was not the same glee-filled young voiced he used before. This one was cold, determined.
"I can honestly see why they have made you a prefect Wysteria. Whether because of your mental superiority or the heir of power you carry, either of these maybe?" he tilted his head slightly and his eyes narrowed on hers. "Fate has cursed me with a duty. It has also blessed others with the power to carry out that duty...but not me. That is why I seek you out. Wysteria, I need your help."
Damian ignored her chance to retort and crossed the room to stand neck to face with the younger boy. Many thoughts raced behind the eye of the Ravenclaw. "You...I don't even know your name, but I do however, know that you have an abnormally closed relationship with D'rorah. She may be one of the people I have to find. For what? I cannot tell you now. Just know that I ask for your help too."
Damian retreated to the wall, on which he leaned with his arms folded, awaiting their response. He could only hope for the best.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Dec 1, 2007 21:52:46 GMT -5
Wysteria inwardly rolled her eyes at Damian's assesment of her personality; she was fairly sure he was trying to impress her with his observation or even flatter her. But in either case she found it a bit much....to her it seemed more like he just enjoyed the sound of his own voice.
She wasn't sure exactly what Damian expected her reaction to be. He had mentioned him wanting her help before...or was it simply asking if he could trust her? She leaned against the wall and gave Dylan a look that said "is this guy serious?" before pursing her lips and holing her mouth in a way that looked like she was going to chew on her words before spitting them out. Damian was probably going to try and get information out of her. If he was aware of the shadow wars he might even suspect her being a shadow warrior...he had already mentioned wanting to meet with D'rorah. Either way he wasn't subtle about his purposes.
"Alright Damian, what can I help you with?" Wysteria wanted to get to the point, since she didn't sense a threat from him and was tired of beating around the bush.
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