Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 11, 2008 21:54:15 GMT -5
In the time before Caity could respond, Susan had gone through the possibilities. It wasn’t Dylan, as far as she could tell. Since their connection, neither had been harmed significantly nor had any reason to specifically contact each other, but she was almost certain from the lull in his thoughts that he was safe in his Ravenclaw dormitory. As Caitlin was before her, Susan could rule her out as well, though from the injury in her hand and the terror in her eyes, it was obvious she had witnessed whatever had happened. D’rorah, Bryan, Keaira, Zane, Alessandro. She said the names over and over in her head, trying to guess what was wrong before Caity could say it.
Her brows furrowed and frown intact, Susan waited, nearly shaking in anticipation. Was it to late to do something? And then she heard it. Alessandro she had said. Susan closed her eyes and held her breath, only seeing an image of the fifth year Ravenclaw behind the lids. What, she wanted to ask, what had happened, but her voice was nowhere to be found. Thankfully Caitlin had chosen to speak again, and Susan forced herself to open her eyes, only to see Caitlin’s looking past her. She tried to imagine it as Caitlin told it, and envisioned the entire scene, picturing the tower and then the ground below as if watching a movie.
And she hadn’t said the worst yet. Susan waited, knowing inertly that she was not finished. Their eyes met and Susan lost all hope. Upon hearing the word to recapitulate what had become of Alessandro, Susan let out the breath she had been holding. Realizing for the first time that they were still holding hands, Susan looked down at them, fighting back the tears. “I don’t understand,” she said quietly, looking back to Caitlin. “The fire . . .” she referred back to the story Caitlin had supplied, “did he burn?” She thought it strange that he should die of his own element, unless it was the fall that did him in.
“The others?” she asked anxiously and squeezed Caitlin’s hands slightly, forgetting the injuries to her hand. She glanced to the closed window of the common room as if she could see the scene from there, and then to the opposing stairs to where Bryan should have been sleeping. She also looked toward the back of the portrait of the fat lady, wondering if the rest were with Alessandro or on their way. She was torn of what to do. Still not allowing herself to fully understand what was going on, Susan stuttered, “I—we—what happens next?” She put a hand to her forehead, feeling the lines of confusion drawn upon it. In one swift movement, she smoothed them, leaving only the exhaustion behind. “Oh Caity,” she whispered desperately, running the same hand through her bed head. It was clear that neither of them were made for this sort of misfortune.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Nov 11, 2008 22:10:04 GMT -5
The small smile that Keaira had been nurturing widened into its true form, when Zane reached out to take her hand. Although she had not approved of the way Zane worded his last sentence to D’rorah, Keaira was truly glad to have him by her side. Part of her agreed that De had become more and more tainted over the time they had with her as their leader, but to point it out in such a harsh manner, only served to allow Keaira’s own fear of the same thing happening to her surface. The girl who had started her fifth year at Hogwarts had intended to turn over a new leaf in her life… just not the one that had seemed to turn.
With Zane sitting next to her, Keaira felt safer, warmer, and generally stronger than she did without him. And if D’rorah had not spoken up at the moment she had, Keaira would have pushed off the ground, followed the blackened soot trail that went up the building, until she reached the fifth floor, where she would have gathered up anything she had left there before jumping out the window. Then from there… perhaps to her dorm to grab something warmer, or maybe just to the gate of Hogwarts grounds where they would have to land and go out the gate before they would be able to fly again. Hogeshead would still be open, even as late as it was and the two of them could use their floo gate to get to either Zane or Keaira’s home. It wouldn’t take long to gather things that would be warmer, and more suitable at her parents, and at this hour, everyone would be asleep, and Hermes could be ordered not to talk by her. From there….well… that really was as far as her plan went for tonight. But it would get them away from here, and it would allow Keaira the time she needed to think clearly and pull together plans.
Yet, D’rorah’s words stopped her before she began. Before the plan was concreted in her head, Dee stopped the process, and pulled her back in. She had started with an apology. A great way of gaining back a bit of the favor she had lost with her actions. Yet, Keaira did not agree with everything that Dee had presented. There was much to discuss, and none of it could be discussed in the open here. Still, Keaira waited till Dee had finished before she responded.
“I agree with you on some of that Dee, but I’m afraid we differ on some key points. I do think we need a leader, but I do not believe any of us can actually take that mantle. When it all is said and done, we really need someone with more than anything that we as kids can provide. We need an adult who is willing to lead us, not another kid to step forward and try to manage everything. And I think you are wrong, none of us have the choice as to whether or not we serve the cause. Unfortunately, from the moment when we were chosen by whatever God or being appointed us, our choice as to whether or not we would serve was removed. Once you are chosen your choice is to serve or to die. That’s it. I personally am not ready to simply turn myself over to the mage and die, but I also don’t want to waste my time playing hero, or following someone who is doing the same. I mean come on, we are still nowhere near ready to defeat Phoenix, and without going to the shadow realm, and acquiring the elemental orb of earth, we will not ever be able to.”
Keaira let out a soft sigh, as she finished those words and ran her left hand through the short length of her hair. The motion was difficult as clumps of her hair had started to freeze together, and form a solid sheet of hair. It was a gesture that Keaira only really did when she was exasperated about something, or really bothered by it. And tonight, it was a matter of both.
“Dee, this is a lot, it really is. And I’m not going to stand here and lie to everyone, and say I’m ok. Because frankly I’m not, I need a bit of a breather, some time to get my thoughts in order… Here; I collected 4 vials of his ashes before you arrived. Take three of them, keep one for yourself, give one to Caity and Susan; take what you summoned together to Wysteria, as I’m sure she’s watching this. After all, I know what Alessandro was thinking when he fell, I did not call you, Caity was too torn up to think clearly, and you admonished Zane for not calling you first. So I believe that Wysteria told you of what happened. I’m sure she can probably hear us now… but when you see her, tell her I’m sorry. I’m sorry for Alessandro, I’m sorry for Zane… and I’m sorry for us, I once thought of us as friends, but a friendship can only survive so much, and I’m sorry.
Anyway, that will give every female in the group a part of him. Then in pairs, or trios, but no more than that, have everyone do something to say good bye, and honor his remains. I’ll keep a vial for myself and Zane, but I will be taking a few days leave for what I intend. Go to the meeting you have set up; use your connection to Bryan to wake him, as Caity will probably be too skittish to go into the boys dorm. I’m sure you can mentally wake Dylan as well. After what’s happened tonight, I agree we need to gather everyone, and we need to come up with a believable story… Maybe he simply left in the middle of the night, fed up with things. Or something, but whatever it is, all of us will have to save the grief, and play along. Gather them up… and I’ll try to join you guys.”
As she began dishing out instructions to Dee, Keaira had also begun pulling up on her broom handle, forcing it higher into the air, and further off the ground. And further away from the darkened spot of earth that marked where the master of fire landed. The ground looked scared, all the vegetation around the area was burned away, leaving it desolate, and darkened. As she flew higher, Keaira allowed her left hand, to trail up the building. With a little bit of Zane’s help, she knew she could pull enough of the metal ore in the ground up with them, to cover the blackened area on the walls without it showing up too metallic, or, too dark. For now, it would work. Perhaps, Caity could later cause it to rain or something to wash the marks away, or Dylan could actually get the earthen materials to absorb the soot instead.
“Dee, Susan or Dylan should do something about the ground… it’s obvious something was burning here.”
As she reached the fifth floor with the open window of the prefects bathroom Keaira carefully eased the broom inside. Once there was no danger of falling to their deaths, Keaira hopped down off her broom, and wrapped her arms around Zane. Alone, they were alone now, and even so, she didn’t let herself cry. There would be no tears tonight, not when there was still so much to worry about, so much to deal with. But even if there were no tears now, there would be later, and when that happened, she wanted things to be right. “Oh Zane…What to do, what to do…”Keaira sighed, and tried to just relax with her arms around him. But it would be a while before she would be able to relax fully again.
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 12, 2008 5:47:13 GMT -5
Picking up on the gist of Keaira's partially formed plan, Zee sent her the thought that his estate would be the better choice. His parents were still imperiused anyway, so there was absolutely no chance of any negative repercussions should they wake someone. And he had not been there in some time, not since he'd first come to Hogwarts. If nothing else, he was actually kind of curious to see what emotions it would evoke in him to see his parents again. He had changed so much since he'd left them. Before he got too lost in thought on that subject though, their flight was interrupted by D'rorah's request. Turning his face toward her, his grimace remained. He could do little though as Keaira was in control of the broom. His own would be there shortly however, and then he could turn his back on this cause that to him appeared to be rushing toward its doom with more expediency every day.
As D'rorah spoke however, he listened. His face gradually melted into a neutral gaze as he allowed the simmering rage to cease within his mind, replacing it with a detached coldness. He would hear her words, but he would not be moved by them. He would simply take some time to observe the situation and decide on the best course. Perhaps that was not flying away from his allies whom he seemed incapable of getting along with for any respectable length of time, but something desperately needed to change. When his broom arrived he caught it in his right hand, but just held it there, remaining motionless on Keaira's broom.
Despite his attempted detachment, at the proclamation that they were all safer there than they would be elsewhere, Zee couldn't help but silently scoff and glance to the blasted stone halfway up the Astronomy Tower, thinking in a bitter and ironic tone.
Obviously.
Zee felt very much as though he was once more hearing the sermon he often received upon first becoming involved in the whole business. He had his doubts about her claims though. True, Soldier had evidently been killed by Dark Phoenix, but then Soldier was an imbecile and incompetent. Had not Caira seemed impressed and pleased by Zee? Surely if she had merely wished to kill him she could have accomplished that, or at least made the attempt. No, Zee did not think it quite as simple a picture as D'rorah painted. He did concede that joining Dark Phoenix would eventually end in death . . . probably.
Zee also had doubts about whether it was truly safer for he and Keaira to remain with the others. Surely it was safer for the others as she and he were two of the most able when it came to combat. To his knowledge they were the only pair to have launched a successful offensive into the Shadow Realm. Without them, who indeed would stand if an attack occurred? D'rorah certainly, and Wysteria, but the latter was confined to the forest, and the former alone could hardly defend Bryan, Dylan, Caitlin and Susan. From what he knew of Bryan, the boy had no tendencies toward combat and little if any training. Unless Dylan had changed greatly in the recent months, he was not terribly formidable. Nor was Caitlin. He liked Susan, but his faith in her ability to defend herself was hardly greater than that he held for Water's Shadow Warrior. All in all it seemed the group needed he and Keaira more than they needed the group.
Again he wished people would stop including him when they collectively referred to Alessandro as a friend. He was not a friend. Before that thought could cause too great a stir in his mind though, Keaira began her response. It was fortunate he had calmed himself to listen to D'rorah, for much of what Keaira said grated against his pride. He found he disagreed with as much of what his own Shadow Warrior said as he had that of Wind. He didn't want a leader. Zee didn't wish to lead, but nor did he wish to submit to any other. Still he couldn't deny that a leader was needed, and if he refused to step up, his pride would have to make some concessions.
Keaira's denial of a real choice lead his thoughts back to the doubt concerning the inevitability of the doom that would befall any lightfighter who joined the Mage. She said they had no choice, but Zee believed firmly that he did. He had chosen this side. True, it was because he thought this side was more likely to assist him in ensuring his own survival than the other would, but he had still chosen. Caira had presented a very tempting invitation, one he doubted was truly closed. With that belief came the choice Zee was making every day to reject it, to stick with the light, as problematic as it often became.
When the conversation turned toward the vampire, Zee's gaze drifted off to the stars as if he had lost interest. He did not enjoy at all speaking of her, but he had dealt with constantly recurring guilt before, and he abjectly refused to lower his eyes in shame every time someone mentioned Wysteria the way they had for so long whenever Dylan was mentioned. What was done was done. His apologies had been made; he was not going to deal with it anymore.
Zee sensed Keaira's intent as they drifted higher, and he lent her his aid in covering over the scars Alessandro's explosive end had left on the tower. It was a rough job as he'd never before worked with ores. Always had he simply extracted the actual pure metal from the ore and formed whatever he needed from that. The other minerals in the ore interfered with his control, dampened it. The stone wall was patched up adequately for now, but the work would not stand up to any kind of real inspection. Dylan would have to do something about that. Briefly Zee entertained the thought of creating his own castle entirely from metal.
Then however he and Keaira were in the prefect's bathroom, the girls' prefect's bathroom no less. They slipped off the broom simultaneously and Zee released his own to hover beside hers. Her arms came around him and he returned the embrace, arms wrapped around her mid and upper back, one hand slowly and carefully running through her frozen hair while the other held her against his bare chest, glad for her body heat and sure that his was doing her good as well. He thought quietly on her mostly rhetorical question for a few moments. It had done him a great deal of good to pause and listen and calm down. He did not now feel angry or bitter. In fact the only thing he really felt was tired. Sleep would have to wait though. He had an answer for her.
"Bathe."
His voice was calm and matter-of-fact, and as he spoke he removed his hand from her hair , unwinding that arm and making a few gestures toward the bath, muttering the charms quietly that sent the old water to draining quickly. Once it was empty he drew a new bath, steam and bubbles abounding. As the water ran he turned his attention back to her, grazing her cheek gently with his hand.
"Alessandro will be mourned, but not yet. Now you need to recover your thoughts, still your heart, and warm your body. You will be of no use to anyone if you don't take a few minutes to relax and recover. For once love, please just do as I say. It's for the best."
Glancing from the oversize tub to the door, Zee then looked back at her, the flirtatious and slightly lascivious grin typical of him conspicuously missing.
"I will wait outside if you wish, if you prefer solitude. I'll not be far. I never am."
Very subtly, and shielded from Keaira as best he could, Zee sent a thought to D'rorah.
"We'll join you all in the Room of Requirement soon."
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 13, 2008 9:32:04 GMT -5
Caity could see the hope disappearing from Susan’s eyes until the Gryffindor broke the gaze and looked down, saying something about how she didn’t understand. To be honest, Cait didn’t really understand how it could have happened either. He’d just... fallen. It had been an accident... that was it, an accident. They were in a war, all so caught up in it, and yet he had died in such a simple manner that could happen to anyone... it didn’t make sense. When she asked if he had burnt, she found herself having to think back to that memory chiselled into her head right now.
“I... I don’t know,” she admitted after a pause. “He burst into flame... and then I couldn’t see him anymore after that. So, I guess so...” It didn’t make sense though. Was it even possible for him to get burnt by his element? She was doing better at controlling her emotions now, getting herself back into the state she was in every day – just getting through, ignoring most things around her. She didn’t notice the pain when Susan squeezed her hands; it was just another thing she had to ignore.
“Dee told me come fetch everyone else,” Cait replied, a little calmer now she was focussing on actually doing something rather than explaining what had happened. It meant she could focus her mind elsewhere instead of recalling what she had seen. “She’s out there now… with Keaira and Zee,” she added, similarly avoiding any thoughts too deep involving that pair. “Do you know where the Ravenclaw common room is? Or can you get hold of Dylan, and let him know that we need to go to the Room of Requirement?” Her voice wavered less towards the end as she spoke, concentrating almost solely on her instructions and getting them done.
Being asked ‘what happens next’ nearly broke that control though, and her face creased up just as Susan smoothed the lines of confusion on her own face. Because the only answer she could come up with was that life goes on, not noticing or caring that another person wasn’t there any more. Everything surrounding seemed to stay the same, you just had to deal with your own inner turmoil. When it overwhelmed you, you found somewhere where others wouldn’t notice you breaking down yet again. Then the desperation in the Gryffindor’s voice… It mirrored so entirely what she had been feeling earlier that she automatically pushed it away.
“We… we have to go wake Bryan,” she said quickly, stumbling over the words. Pulling lightly at the younger girl’s hand, she made to go towards the opposite flight of stairs that would lead up to the boys’ dormitories. She didn’t know if the Elemental Master of Wind had ever met his Fire counterpart, and so had no idea what his reaction might be to this news.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 13, 2008 18:38:22 GMT -5
She had listened intently as Caitlin made the attempt to explain the story of Alessandro’s death in more detail, and still found it didn’t quite make sense. But in all truth, nothing really seemed to make sense anymore, Susan decided. Was it strange to believe your friend was dead and that others before him had died as well? Was it impossible to think that he had burst into flames and was now no where to be found? Susan couldn’t find the initiative to instigate any further. She wasn’t up for playing the detective and as pessimistic as it was, Susan found no point in thinking on the why and how and chose to accept the facts for now.
It was calming to an extent to know that the majority of the others were aware or at least safe for the time being. She was easily able to calculate the only two left would be Bryan and Dylan. As Caitlin asked if she knew of the location of the Ravenclaw common room, Susan surprisingly realized that she did not. She had never truly thought about it before and upon thinking now, found that the same went for the Hufflepuff and Slytherin common rooms as well. She took Caitlin’s suggestion, responding quickly, “No, I’ll try to contact him,” before clearing her mind as efficiently as possible and broadening her consciousness to try to pick out his familiar thought pattern somewhere below them.
Susan closed her eyes to concentrate, and though she groped, she found no sign of the Elemental Master of Earth. Frowning slightly, she subconsciously found her brow furrowing once more in the effort to make the connection that would not be made. It was as if he was not there at all. Returning to her own mind and contracting quickly, Susan placed her hand to her head to ease the light-headed ness that accompanied the rush of her previous thoughts returning. It wasn’t like Dylan to completely shut himself off from her, but Susan could think of no other explanation.
Opening her eyes at last, she shook her head lightly. “I couldn’t get a hold of him,” she told Caitlin, slightly distraught. “Maybe we should let him sleep tonight, if his guard is up enough that even I can’t find him,” she concluded despite the larger half of her that wanted to find Dylan. So many times she had been upset with him for not telling her things, she hated to put him in the same position as her, but could think of no other way at the moment. It was unnerving, yet a part of her was proud to think that Dylan was able to so efficiently leave none of himself in the open. As she thought about it, Susan knew she could not do such a thing by herself.
”Let’s find Bryan,” she agreed, allowing her to be led up the stairs to the boys dormitory. On another night, she might have giggled at the thought of entering the only section of the Gryffindor common room forbidden to her. Now, however she found absolutely nothing funny about her and Caity slowly turning the knob of the door to the sixth year dormitory and weaving in and out of the beds, attempting to find Bryan before one of his peers should wake and catch the two of them in a place where they most obviously did not belong.
Susan waved Caitlin over as she caught side of the Elemental Master of Wind she was to wake. She hated seeing him asleep, completely oblivious to the troubles he was to be introduced to. Did he even know Alessandro? Susan wondered lightly, afraid to think too much on the subject. It wouldn’t do to have Bryan wake with someone else’s tears on his face. Leaning carefully over him, Susan nudged his shoulder lightly, much as Caity had done to her moments earlier. “Bryan,” she said softly, wincing at the noise she had produced despite her best efforts. “We need you to wake up,” she said in the same quiet voice.
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Post by Bryan Kelley on Nov 13, 2008 19:29:20 GMT -5
Despite the turn his life had taken since learning he was the new Elemental Master of Wind, the days had seemed for the most part uneventful. There were days when it did not even seem as if he had joined some secret group that was fighting some foe of darkness. And yet, then he would feel the trickle of D'rorah's own consciousness at the back of his mind and he was reminded once more that it was not just some fantastical story that one read about in fiction or in the history books. No, he was reminded that this was a real life occurrence, happening every day where people were risking and losing their life at any given moment.
Yet aside from that trickle of another consciousness, it was truly difficult to even imagine he was apart of this. He had met a few of the other light fighters and that seemed to be it. He was given no proper training as of yet. The only training he had with his own element was what he dared to experiment with when he was sure of his solitude, yet even that was not much. It truly was a question of how was one to fight in this so called war when one did not even have the appropriate training? Didn't even know how to even start training? As far as Bryan knew, the light fighters were all teenagers, and how many teenagers actually knew how to fight? How many knew what to expect in a battle? He was inclined to believe not many. Yet, here were a group of teenagers pulled in to fight some sort of battle.
All in all, Bryan did not know what to make of it. He knew he needed training in regards to this new position he found himself in, yet he was wary to take the initiative to do so himself, or rather by himself. He still possessed little knowledge of this Shadow wars plot. Instead, it seemed everyone was trying to proceed upon life in a normal fashion, yet normal seemed something that was no longer within their reach. Normal was gone. It was snatched away the moment whatever force decided to give them these positions.
However, until he was given more information, Bryan felt he could only stumble a bit in the dark until order was pulled and forced into everything. In truth, with little knowledge, it was easy to take a step back and just try to forget about the gruesome knowledge of what was now apart of one's life, but that did not exclude the fact that one still thought about it. That one was still affected by it all.
But for the moment, Bryan's awareness was blissful ignorance. His day had proceeded as it normally had. There were classes, people he associated with, friends, drawing, eating, homework, and now there was sleep. However, moments of peace, if one could even call it such, could never last long. Wasn't there a statement once stated that there was only war and in between war, never peace? So surely that could also apply towards the supposed battles within said wars. There was silence and then there was conflict. No one said the conflict had to be directly associated with the supposed enemy, but the fact remain there was never a long amount of silence, of peace.
The peace of the moment was to be snatched away. Whatever dreams Bryan had been having were scattered when pressure was applied to his shoulder, a shaking motion ensuing. For a moment it only resulted to break the cycle of dreams, the words spoken drifting to mix into those scattered pieces as an inarticulate sound came forth as he struggled to escape the grasps of sleep. His eyes opened to stare up at a familiar face. For a moment Bryan was confused as the edge of sleep still tried to retain its hold upon him. However, at least he broke free enough to at least say something coherent.
"Susan ... what?" [/color] he started, his voice quiet, the sleeping occupants of the room filtering into his brain. "What is it?"[/color] he asked, as his gaze soon moved to rest equally on the other female occupant of the room. Bryan was not silly enough to believe that the two would be in the boys' dormitory waking him up for no reason. No, whatever it was would be no light matter -- especially given the two were also fellow light fighters. This information was enough to pull the Gryffindor fully from the last strands of sleep, as he pushed away his covers, momentarily relieved that he had slept in sleep pants and shirt and not merely his underwear like some of his dorm mates, and dropped his feet to the floor.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 14, 2008 15:41:49 GMT -5
D'rorah listened to Keaira's response, refusing to allow herself to feel she was being condescended to... though it seemed as though she was. They had had adult leadership in the past... Mordred had been their leader before D'rorah had stepped up. Under his leadership in the battle in the forest, she had been taken captive and tortured in the Shadow Realm. He had run off by himself and managed, in the end, to get himself corrupted and killed. In all honesty, she wasn't sure that age alone qualified anyone as a leader. And Keaira was right, the choice for anyone who considered the matter logically was serve as a Lightfighter or die... history had borne out that every Lightfighter who turned to a Shadow Mage was eventually killed by her, as they were a lingering threat to her power... even if they were loyal during battle, they might now always be so. And Yang had no tolerance for Light in his realm... in a realm of complete Darkness those who were imbued with Light would fade on their own if not killed by threachery.
It was also true that they were nowhere near ready to win this war. Training for this sort of war could best be accomplished by sending each Lightfighter off to China to train with Master Xiu and his monks... but such arrangements required extensive arrangements. There were issues of school and family to be dealt with. Those Lightfighters who still had family remaining kept them in the dark for their own safety.
D'rorah looked at the vials of Alessandro's ashes as they were placed in her hands. She wasn't certain what Wysteria would think of dividing the remains... as they were the remains of her Elemental Master, it seemed fitting she would have the most say in what happened to them. Her jaw tensed and she felt her teeth grind together as Keaira mentioned needing to leave for a few days for her memoriam. It would be an opportunity for the Mage to once again divide their group. Though, they seemed to be an adequate job of dividing themselves for her. The corner of D'rorah's mouth twitched slightly as Keaira issued her final order. D'rorah wondered if she always sounded as condescending and bossy when she interacted with the other Lightfighters... she could admit that she often might come across as bossy. But then, the stakes were very high here and the others didn't always seem to grasp that. Condescension, however, rankled her. But she kept the feelings to herself, knowing that no good would come of confrontation right now. Her own pride could be sacrificed for the purpose of keeping the group together and keeping everyone as cohesive and safe as she could for the moment.
She watched for a moment as Zane and Keaira headed off on their brooms and turned toward the forest. She had managed to make it almost to the trees when she heard Zane's thought, that they would be joining the others in the Room of Requirement. D'rorah could feel the commotion in her mind as Caitlin and Susan woke Bryan. She kept out an extra mental ear for Dylan, but heard nothing. With a sigh, she turned her full attention back to the forest. As she approached, she began mentally speaking to Wysteria. In truth, she had no desire to be close to the forest at night any longer than she absolutely had to be. [blue]I made certain the last of Alessandro's ashes were gathered... and I want you to rejoin our group. Remaining in the forest is not safe... and really, we all need to band together now more than ever... I will fix the alarms as soon as I reach the castle so that you will be able to leave the forest without activating them.[/blue] She stilled her mind as she reached the edge of the forest before stepping through the tree line.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 15, 2008 0:00:33 GMT -5
She watched with guilt as Bryan struggled in his dreams for a moment, before he was truly awake. It was enough to be woken from one’s own peaceful dreamland, but to wake another for purposes such as this was just cruel. Susan’s brows furrowed, adding to the exhaustion in her face. Probably not the best image to see as one awoke this late in the night, or was it early in the day? and yet, Bryan was able to recognize her in the dark of the dormitory.
Just as when she had spoken earlier, Susan flinched involuntarily at the sound of his voice, thought it wasn’t very loud at all, she was afraid that the sleeping sixteen year olds would wake. Susan sighed lightly and made a gentle shushing noise as she simultaneously brought a single finger to her lips as Bryan inquired further. Glancing from Caitlin’s solemn expression to Bryan’s questioning eyes, Susan nodded silently in the direction of the door, intending that they leave before discussing this nights events.
After securing the door behind them, Susan waited till they were all standing in the common room before speaking up. Though she spoke to Bryan, she looked frequently to Caitlin for reassurance in retelling the story, or what of it they knew. “It’s Alessandro,” Susan began sadly, still decided exactly what to say. “Er, Darko,” she explained, realizing that Bryan may not even know the boy, “fifth year, Ravenclaw.” She swallowed roughly before continuing. “There was an accident,” she assumed, “he’s fallen . . . and the fire . . . he’s dead,” she told him vaguely. Now nearly on the verge of tears again, she stated more clearly, “We’ve lost our Elemental Master of Fire.”
She sniffled slightly, holding back the sobs for later. It would be essential to be in a good condition while in the company of the others, and she was reminded of their task. “Uh, we should get to the Room of Requirement soon,” she said, uncomfortably tugging on her flannel pajama bottoms, ensuring her wand was secure in the waist band. She remembered briefly Caitlin mentioning hers was misplaced before she’d revealed what had happened to Alessandro. She wondered what could happened, and was left remembering the time both her and Caitlin had had their wands snapped by Professor Kade, or what was left of him at least.
With an empty smile, she led the way out through the portrait and automatically in the direction that would lead them toward the Room of Requirement along the sixth floor corridor. She walked slowly to allow the other two to walk more with her than behind her. She folded her arms against her chest, feeling the chill from the drafty castle this night and for once wasn’t afraid of being caught breaking curfew. With what events that had recently occurred, ordinary troubles no longer seemed to apply.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 15, 2008 12:27:03 GMT -5
((Thread continued in ROR here))
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