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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Aug 21, 2007 0:11:44 GMT -5
It was late, and the common room was completely empty, a surprisingly uncommon thing. The fire was slowly dying down in to its last embers, casting ghostly lights about the dark room. There was only a single shadow in the room that was more solid than the others, one that belonged to a 15 year old girl, who each day grew closer to the mark of 16. She liked the dark at night time, when she most needed to be alone. It was a comfort knowing that few would even notice her as she prepared her nightly ritual.
She liked her privacy, but that this time of night the common room was a better place than her dorm. There were those other girls always up there chatting, boys this, and daddy got me that, always distracting, always like a fly buzzing around your head that you just wanted to Swat. Yes this was better; it was more peaceful, serene.
Kearia was dressed in a loose fitting robe, it wrapped around her body like that of a monks, not your typical attire, but comfortable for sleeping, and useful for her. Her short mahogany hair was swept back, held flat by a small headband. This was best as it kept her face open, and her attention set.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, in the darkest section of the common room. Her eyes shut loosely, and her palms placed gently in her lap, palms upward. A potion bottle lay corked besides her, its contents less than half full. She seemed lost in thought, and rightly so. The last few days had been interesting. She sat there still as a statue, pondering over the encounters she had, the people she met, and the path she had taken. Had she done the right things, would everything balance rightly? And did her decisions influence her karma poorly? What would tomorrow bring and would she be ready for it? He mind circled these thoughts in her silent, and statuesque contemplation.
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Post by gatsoldier on Aug 21, 2007 0:44:00 GMT -5
Gat came in through the common room opening and sat down on the couch. He noticed a girl sitting in a dark corner of the room. "Hey." He said aloud. He had not seen a fellow Slytherin for a very long amount of time. He opened his mothers book in front of him and started flipping through the pages. His mind was a blur of what had been happening and there was no emotions on his face. His green eyes would quickly scan each page as he read. He did not feel like engaging in confrontation at this moment. He again looked over at Keaira and noticed how she looked though it was hard to make out in the faint light. "I'm Gat" He said to her.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Aug 21, 2007 0:58:23 GMT -5
Kearia had no answers to whether she was really a bad person yet, and she had not felt the ease that normally returned after each meditation. Thus when there was a disruption in her nightly ritual, she felt drained, and unresolved. Her eyes shot open at the way the person had addressed her, and a quick flash of anger showed in the dim light. She did not like to be interrupted during her meditation, which is why she always waited till it was so late. At this hour there always seemed to be no one around, and yet here was this boy.
[glow=red,2,300]‘I’m Gat’[/glow]
She knew who he way, she had seen him before at least. It was after all hard to miss some one when you lived in the same general quarters as them. And had she not been submerged in the darkness he probably would have recognized her face, even if her name had escaped him.
Kearia breathed in deeply, and sighed, letting all of her thoughts slip away as if nothing had ever pulled them together. There would be another time for this, perhaps later in the night when she was more secluded, or when those bothersome girls finally put their gossip to rest. She pocketed the potion at her side and stood up, moving closer in to the light. If she wasn’t going to be alone she might as well not try.
“Kearia O’Connell. I’ve seen you before.”, she said as she dropped down in to a comfy, leather love seat near the fire, her legs stretched across it’s entirety. A bit of socializing could never hurt. Unless you said the wrong thing to another Slytherin. However, purely for conversational sake, she felt inlined to ask, "Why are you up so late?"
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Post by gatsoldier on Aug 30, 2007 0:56:04 GMT -5
He remembered who she was. He was surprised that he hadn't recognized her."I've been studying." Gat looked at her in the eyes. He felt a pang of infatuation so he quickly looked away. "What have you been up to this late in the evening?" Gat said with a hint of teasing in his voice. He put down his book on the table beside the couch. He coughed quietly into his hand and pulled a vial out of his pocket and drank the contents. His cold cleared immediatly, as his potion was intended to do.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Aug 30, 2007 1:09:35 GMT -5
Keaira found that she was soon very comfy sitting on the couch by the chair. But it was always easy to relax when you were under the effects of a calming draught. She looked up at him when he said that he was studying. For some reason she had found that there were few boys she knew that actually spent time studying instead of just winging it the day of the exams. As the words escaped his lips she saw a glint of something cross his face but she couldn’t manage to place it. What ever he had thought he had quickly covered it.
[glow=red,2,300]"What have you been up to this late in the evening?"[/glow]
A small smile crossed her face, what should she tell him. Would he believe the truth or would he think she was pulling his leg? There was only one way to find out.
“I’ve been meditating on the days events trying to decide whether my actions were worth the future repercussions.” She said it lightly not sure if he would believe her. As she answered she saw him take a sip of a potion that he had concealed some where on his person. The quick glint of it, and the way he seemed to feel better made her think of only one potion.
“Was that a Pepper up potion by chance?” she was always interested in potions. It was after all her favorite class.
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Post by gatsoldier on Aug 31, 2007 18:32:01 GMT -5
She looked very comforatable, sitting on the couch as she was. Her smile brought back the infatuation in him. He was not really studying, but reading a book wrote by his mother before she died. It was about the dangers of being an elemental master.
[glow=red,2,300]“Was that a Pepper up potion by chance?”[/glow]
"Nah, it is a potion specifacally designed by me, to help colds." Gat boasted to her pridefully.
"Do you know a lot about Potions then?" Gat was thinking back to when he spilt an acidic potion on himself earlier. He groaned when he saw the hole in his robe was still there. He quickly attempted to cover it before before she saw it.
(ooc: Do you mind if I post like you, I find it much easier, lol. ;D)
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Aug 31, 2007 20:00:49 GMT -5
((Go ahead, I find that it makes it an easier read, and people are less likely to miss what you’re saying. I do her words in Purple, Her telepathy in Green, and any on else words with the glow.))
[glow=red,2,300]"Nah, it is a potion specifically designed by me, to help colds."[/glow]
She was a little shocked at this statement. Although she was good at potions, perhaps the best in her year, she had never attempted to do something so foolishly. There were so many things that could go wrong when inventing your own potions. Different ingredients interacted different ways, some of them severely explosive, and deadly, mixing the wrong things could easily leave you with a poison. There were a lot of factors, and the mere thought that he had managed to make a potion that worked effectively was stunning, but that he had also managed to make it through alive nearly overwhelmed her.
She had looked in to the ministries policies on potion developing, and knew that in order to even be admitted to take the pre-evaluations to be on their team you needed to receive an ‘O’ on your potions OWL, and NEWT, And at least and ‘E’ on your herbology ones. This boy must either be very foolish, or very brave. Either way was a bad as the other.
She tried her best to keep her thoughts off her face, feeling that it would do her no good to point out all of these things to him. But she really didn’t have to worry about him seeing her reaction as he was busy messing with his robes.
[glow=red,2,300]"Do you know a lot about Potions then?"[/glow]
It was a fair question, and one that she didn’t mind answering. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m an expert but I know a lot more than most do. I might not be able to brew everything perfectly, but I have more extensive book knowledge on the subject than most. I find that Advanced Potion Making is my favorite reading past time. I look forward to that class more than any I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking. Have you met the new potions teach yet? Isn’t the first class coming up soon?”
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Post by gatsoldier on Sept 3, 2007 23:26:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m an expert but I know a lot more than most do. I might not be able to brew everything perfectly, but I have more extensive book knowledge on the subject than most. I find that Advanced Potion Making is my favorite reading past time. I look forward to that class more than any I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking."[/glow]
Gat was amazed at her knowledge of potions in general. Gat absolutely loved potions. He found it really fascinating and it was his favourite subject.
[glow=red,2,300]Have you met the new potions teacher yet? Isn’t the first class coming up soon?[/glow]
"Nah, I haven't. I was hoping to meet her at the first class and yes I do think its about to start. I absolutely can't wait." Gat paused and once again looked at her in the eyes.
"I've been learning potions all my life. Including when my pare..." Gat stopped in his tracks. He looked down at his feet as a single tear crossed his face. He quickly wiped it and looked up again.
(ooc: I changed it so that my words are green. Like my eyes, lol.)
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Sept 6, 2007 0:23:04 GMT -5
Keaira’s interest was fading. And the potion was making her wish for sleep more and more. The embers glowed peacefully in the dark of the common room. She listened as he expressed his jubilation at the first class. Knowing that she shared the same passion. But then he started to mention something, but was cut off by his own emotions. She felt a similar feeling well up inside her. He had been taught all his life, just as she had. And he had been through a tragic event with his family. Just as she had.
She wondered if their circumstances were similar, her having been taught so much by her grandfather, then to lose him the way she had. Curiosity came to her, as she wished she knew more about him. But it passed, as she soon realized that she did not wish to bring up her own pains to find out his. She allow him a moment to gather himself, while she had the decency to feign interest in a spark that flew out of the fireplace when the logs shifted.
“You know, I hate being in here so much… I feel like a prisoner. Locked with in these walls. What about you?”
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Post by gatsoldier on Sept 26, 2007 20:32:04 GMT -5
(ooc: I think we should wrap up this thread, its been going for months, lol.)
“You know, I hate being in here so much… I feel like a prisoner. Locked with in these walls. What about you?”
"Yeah, you couldn't be more right." Gat said to her while smiling then he yawned. He felt his drowsiness pulling his eyes shut.
"I honestly am really tired. Goodnight Keaira." He was still smiling as he left. He slowly walked t his dormitory, weighed down by his tiredness. He got then into bed. Almost instantly he fell deeply asleep.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Sept 29, 2007 1:46:06 GMT -5
Keaira watched as Gat decided it was time for him to go to bed. As he stood up yawning she stretched her arms up above her, causing her shirt to raise a small amount. Feeling stretched and ready to go she smiled a little at gat, as he said good night. “You have a good night as well.” She had at least been entertained for a short while, but things still needed to be done.
AS he made his way across the room to his dorm, she stood up and made her way back to her dark corner. She returned to her sitting position, and closed her eyes. Music drummed internally, as she thought back on the day, noting a few things in her mind. After another 10 minuets of relaxing, and thinking she stood up. With a quick check to make sure she still had her potion she as well headed up to her bed, knowing that her mind was cleared, and very few things were laying on her to trouble her sleep.
-Le Fin-
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