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Post by jacques on Nov 1, 2007 21:26:29 GMT -5
Jacques wandered down the path from the school entrance. The sun was setting over the side of the Forbidden Forest, though he had promised Caitlin he wouldn't go their under silly means, he had never said he wouldn't stay out late. A few students were making their way up to the school, racing up before they were cought, curfew was only 20 minutes away. No one noticed the shirtless, black skinned boy as he walked down the path. Those who did ran off in fright of his golden eyes, his scars, and his apperance of being acutely aware to what was going on, like a tiger stalking in the jungle.
Not that it bothered him, he always got funny stares, gaping mouths at a couple of Hufflepuff 1st years. Caitlin, Susan, Alessandro, Zee, the woods, the tower.. These thoughts swirled in his mind, wondering, supisious, joyful. These were blissful thoughts compared to what lay underneath, locked in a chest with no key.
A small, battered, green, leather bound book out of his bag. It had three blue lines on each edge, horizonal. They were like the scars on his face, and a red line ran through the middle of them. It was tied sucrearly shut with a golden cloth, which in itself was ripped. A hawks feather quill stuck out through some of the pages.
Listening intently for someone coming, the thought he could hear footsteps. He picked out a tree, near the lake, and balenced his notebook on a branch before pausing again. He could have sworn he heard someone coming. Odd, not many people were out at night. Though he had to remind himself that he was out at night, he could see quite fine, in fact.
"Anyone there?" He asked in his calm, quiet voice. His ears were straining for sound, and his piercing eyes could pick out a dim shadow a little ways away, a girl, so it seemed.
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Post by sslytherinprincess on Nov 1, 2007 21:52:44 GMT -5
((hope this is okay.))
Isabella wondered about the castle grounds. It just did not seem right today. She did not feel up to anything, no even dinner, and had been walking about the castle grounds since dinner time.
She let her feet lead her about the grounds, to her favourite place in Hogwarts – the lake. Isabella visited the lake every time she felt down, for the calm waves spreading over the vast lake never failed to relate to how she felt.
Normally, the lake was deserted at around this time, for everyone would be hurrying back to their common rooms, trying to make it there before curfew. Isabella had visited the lake many times, and had been alone there, too. Today, however, she could sense that someone was there.
As if to confirm the thought, she heard a voice call out, asking if anyone was there. Isabella had never heard the voice before, but she knew she could trust the person it was coming from. She could tell the person was not likely to be a professor, for the voice sounded young. She edged towards where the voice came from, coming to stop near a tree. “Isabella.” She said, unsure. “Who’s there?” she asked, her voice quavering.
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Post by jacques on Nov 2, 2007 15:37:38 GMT -5
Jacques stood out behind the tree, though his dark skin and face was still cast in shadow. His golden eyes glowed eeriely in the last flecks of the sun, he looked at the girl who was standing farther away. She was very tall, only a few inches shorter then he was. His stance was relaxed, though it was clear that he was aware, looking waryly at the other student. He eased carefully against the tree, bright eyes flashing, looking like a tiger who has just finish it's meal, but might be hungry for more. Whether he meant it or not, he appeared dangerous, wild.
“Isabella.” She said, sounding unsure. “Who’s there?” she asked, her was voice quavering.
"Isabella.." He repeated, musing. She seemed unsure, shy perhaps, though he doupted that she was like that when she wasn't sure of whom she was speaking to. "Just a student..thats all." He said in a quiet voice. ''What are you doing out here this late at night?" He asked.
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Post by sslytherinprincess on Nov 4, 2007 22:15:36 GMT -5
Isabella stood at the exact position she was standing when she first spoke. She was unsure, perhaps even a little scared. She wondered who could be the student be. He sounded as if he wanted to be left alone, and that Isabella would probably do better not to be around. The voice spoke again, jolting her out of her thoughts.
“Isabella” , it said, and continued, in a quieter tone, “Just a Student.. that’s all.”
Perhaps the last few words weren’t meant for Isabella’s ears, but it was unfortunate, for him, that Isabella had perfect hearing, and could pick out even the slightest sounds.
''What are you doing out here this late at night?" the voice said, perhaps a little teasingly, or demandingly. Isabella did not know what to reply. After all, it was a stranger she was speaking to, a stranger she did not know whether to trust. “What I am doing out here… doesn’t concern you, does it?” she stated. “I would show myself, if I were you, instead of hiding wherever you are.” She added, trying to put up a stronger front than she felt.
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Post by jacques on Nov 5, 2007 12:06:56 GMT -5
“What I am doing out here… doesn’t concern you, does it?” she said, her voice stronger. “I would show myself, if I were you, instead of hiding wherever you are.”
Jacques smiled slightly at her words, he could tell her words were stronger then she felt, but he had to hand it to her, she was brave. Sighing as if relucktent to leave the shadows, he stepped behind the tree, vanishing from sight, before noiselessly"reappearing behind her, out of sight. It was still dark, the sun sinking faster now, and the new forming shadows blended with his bare chest and black pants, looking him like a stalking jaguar. He was tempted to shout boo, see how high she might jumped, but decided it might not be the best approch.
"Why?" He asked, his eyes glinting mischivously in the shadow of the tree, a few feet behind her, "Afraid of the dark? Its can be very dangerous out here..alone." His voice was teasing, though his eyes were calm, they were piercing, not cold, but deifinatly powerful, curious.
A blast of wind flew from the lake, rippling his black hair, making goose-bumps appear on his bare back. The moon was beginning to rise over the lake, and the sun was a golden red sliver, etched like a cut in the darkening sky, a silver of fire in a bed of coals.
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Post by sslytherinprincess on Nov 6, 2007 5:05:19 GMT -5
Isabella stood firm, feeling the wind tug playfully at her hair. “Why?” a voice spoke from behind her back. Isabella recognised the voice. It was the same calm voice that had spoken to her before. "Afraid of the dark? Its can be very dangerous out here…alone." he continued, teasingly.
Isabella turned around abruptly, her emerald green eyes catching the light from the setting sun. Her eyes met the glinting gold ones of his as she turned, and she could see the twinkle in his eyes illuminated by the light. “So... you’ve decided to show yourself.” She teased. Remembering the comment the boy had gave earlier, Isabella replied “Do you think I would be out here, alone, if I were afraid?”, her voice even stronger than before.
The wind tugged at her hair and blew it into her face. Isabella pushed it away, tucking it behind her ear, revealing her lovely earrings, both in the shape of snakes. Isabella looked at the setting sun, it was beautiful, almost as if it were a painted picture, not real. “Its so beautiful,” she whispered, the words escaping her lips almost soundless.
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Post by jacques on Nov 6, 2007 7:41:48 GMT -5
Jacques let a small, wolfish smile tug across his face, before it vanished into his calm, serene apperance. Underneath the outward casual calm was a layer of hightened attentiveness, only half of his mind was on her, the other on the sounds of the night, like the hoots of an owl or the scittering of students, wandering back up, late for their bed. More importantly, being close to the forest, he was listening to the tell tale whisper of shadows, though he suspected they were far enough away. To her comment about showing himself, he gave a small smile, twirling the scars so he looked more like a yawning cat. "Peek-a-boo." He said in a quiet voice, catching his golden eyes in her bright green ones.
“Do you think I would be out here, alone, if I were afraid?”
He raised an eyebrow a fraction, still the ghost of smile, and gave a small chuckle, "Fear can keep you aware, its not smart being brave all the time, you miss the small details." He reasoned, though he suspected that she wasn't the type to be so brave she'd blunder on without checking where you step. From harsh experience, he knew that being cocky and brave could get you into more trouble then being afraid and alert would.
“Its so beautiful,”
She said softly, so quiet he almost missed them, but the smile crept back on his face, and he nodded. "You'll not see a sun like that everywhere." He said, just as quiet, "Unless you know where to look." He turned his head to the setting sun again, and a slightly pained, wistful look flashed on his face, before it vanish. The jungle's sunset was amazing. The fire ball sinking over the sea of faomy green trees, the chirp of birds and the roar of the tiger, the wail of the elephant. Nothing like it.
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Post by sslytherinprincess on Nov 7, 2007 7:45:15 GMT -5
“Fear can keep you aware, its not smart being brave all the time, you miss the small details” he reasoned. Isabella felt indignant, but that remark was sort of true, all the same.
He spoke again, this time after her whispered comment, jolting her out of her thoughts. “You will not see a sun like that everywhere. Unless you know where to look.” It was true, yet again. Isabella had never pictured a scene as beautiful as this. It was so beautiful, so serene, the last rays of the setting sun still lingering over the treetops, punctuated by an occasional chirp of a stray bird or the roars of tigers hidden beneath the thicket of trees.
Isabella thought about what he had said. ”Unless you know where to look” He seemed to know the place very well. Had he been around when Isabella was here? Yet why hasn’t she seen him around, then, on her frequent evening walks by the lake, just over the forbidden forest? A thousand thoughts floated into her head.
“You seem to know this place very well.” She said. “Been here many times?” she continued. Isabella glanced momentarily around as she spoke. The sun had already set by now, and the eerie shadows cast under the moonlight seemed to come alive. The lakeside did not feel as peaceful now. It did not seem like the place Isabella had loved so much anymore. She had never been out in the grounds so late, ever. It did not feel so safe anymore, and Isabella was glad that someone else was with her, but all the same, she did not feel secure. Afterall, they were still strangers. "Afraid of the dark? Its can be very dangerous out here…alone." His words floated back into her mind. Yes, it was true. Isabella was indeed afraid of the dark.
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Post by jacques on Nov 7, 2007 10:13:02 GMT -5
Jacques “You seem to know this place very well.” She said. “Been here many times?”
The now darkening shadows hid the small smile that crept onto his calm face, only letting the brief whiteness of teeth of his teeth show before it disappeared. He was always outside, wandering the grounds, the lake, the tower, and yes, before he had promised not to go back, venturing into the woods. But only in spots where the was no people, in the dark, under the eerie moonlight. Like a tiger, restless at night, drowsy during the day. Even if he went near people, they wouldn't see him. His dark skin, black clothes and fair, the hard earned abilty to be able to walk unnoticed, it kept him from view.
"More then you could know," He said, voice like the wind that rustled the tree's overhead. Every second of his indoor life he yearned for the outdoors, where he belonged. "What about you?" He asked, then, seeing she looked nervous and possibly a little afraid, he smiled pleasently, like a yawning cat. Well..your not the friendliest looking person to meet under a dark tree on a dark night. I might even be scary.. He thought sadly, then turned his head sharply to somewhere behind the tree. His muscles, unseen in the darkness, tensed up, before relaxing. He could have sworn he heard a noise, probably just a squirrel though. I'm as jumpy as a rabbit.. He thought ruefully, before returning his attenetion to the younger girl.
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