Another one of those 'huh' moments -open-

[Celyn Corvus]

With cheeks flushed pinker than usual and a brooding aura her feet carried her to the infamous lakes. The place was not as serene as it was meant to be and instead was heavy with a nostalgic foreboding sense of angst. She was unable to say why, but perhaps the great writer Naguib Mahfouz summed it up well by saying "Its guts churn with flotsam and secret death". Celyn couldn't imagine laughing to herself despite many others doing so she was no cynic and this wasn't one of those 'humorous' moments.

Pulling out her wand, she tapped the top of a large boulder, the snow instantly melted away. She settled down, the bench like boulder now warm. Raising a hand to her cheeks, she could almost feel how flushed they were. Inwardly grunting she tugged at her hood to hide her face while bringing her cloak tighter around her frame. Now all she needed was music to listen to… rolling her eyes mentally she knew it would be impossible to have her ipod work, unless it was magically modified which she heard could be done.

Since she lacked a formed of musical entertainment and her sketchbook was back in her dorm. She was much too lazy to get it, and the fact that if she went back to her dorm it would be useless to return to the lake… and she was already comfortable where she was no point in disturbing that feeling. Instead she looked out towards the lake gazing into space unaware of her surroundings everything was just blank as she thought about… well she hadn’t established what it was she was thinking about everything was too messy to pay attention to.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric watched the girl from his perch in a nearby tree, sure by now that she hadn't seen him. He'd had to clear quite a bit of snow out of the branches to make it comfortable, but he'd been here a while now, and had no real desire to move. Still, he wasn't going to take any chances. A quick muffliato and he began to put away the items he had out, contraband the Headmistress probably wouldn't appreciate finding at her school. Everything that could be sealed closed was, before being tucked methodically into a carved wooden box.

All the most dangerous items were stored away when he reached for the last and realized it wasn't where it should have been. The branch he was straddling was wide enough to rest things on, and nothing should have fallen, but...

Rich brown eyes thickly lined in black narrowed at the slight indentation in the pile of snow beneath him. An expletive escaped his lips before he looked back at the girl, certain his spell had worked, but uncertain she wouldn't notice a pack of cigarettes floating up into his waiting grasp. Another expletive.

Finally he turned back to his box and a spell that would seal it closed from prying eyes, and even prying wands. Attack and defense were things he was good at, at least. Then he tucked the box into his bag and closed the flap before swinging his leg over the branch. First, he dropped his bag to the snow-covered ground with a heavy thwump that could be easily seen, if not heard as well. Then he slipped off the branch, legs bending to take the impact of the fall.

There was no chance that he wouldn't be seen and noticed. His clothes would have been enough—deep black from the thick scarf wound around his neck and leather gloves to a mid-length trenchcoat and boots. Most people got stuck on his hair, though.

"Dropped something," he said, as though that were explanation enough. He crouched and began sifting through the snow to palm his cigarette box, if he could find it.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn was too lost in thought to pay attention to what was around her. Her mind only drifted farther and farther aware until the stillness and quiet snapped her out of her trance like state. Odd that silence would be the trigger to bring her to reality. Celyn instinctively looked from side to side, most were probably in their common rooms enjoying the heat emanating from the common rooms. Celyn shuddered, she felt as though she wasn’t alone. Once again she turned from side to side and even looked behind her, but there was only a large tree and an endless sea of white snow.

Immediately after turning back to the lake there was the unmistakable sound of a thump from behind. Her head sharply turned making her feel a bit dizzy. The sounds had startled her and when a guy jumped down from the tree did she realize she was never really alone. She barely managed to catch what he said, but stood up and slowly walked towards him. “You can always melt the snow by using a hot air charm, or summon it.” Sometimes summoning could damage an object; many times she had accidents with summoning, once she knocked a student over because he was in the way.

Celyn didn’t get up from her place, but had completely turned away from the lake. He definitely stood out. Her eyes trailed from hiss attire to his face, but his hair was what caught her attention. It must have taken a lot of charms or potions to keep it like that, but she found it really cool. She immediately pulled her eyes away from his hair and was focused up on the tree before returning to look at him. She gestured to the branch he seemed to have jumped from. “I take it that the view is much better from up there?”

[Trent Frey]

Lyric gave the girl a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Much better," he said, though to be honest he hadn't done more than glance out over the horizon when he'd first gotten up there. He'd been far more interested in the complete privacy it had afforded him, more even than the Room of Requirement, which was usually occupied by couples and treated like a by-the-hour motel. Hogwarts School of Courtship and Fornication, he thought. He'd heard it somewhere, and it seemed to fit.

As for summoning his cigarettes, he'd rather keep them out of sight, and melting the snow would likely ruin them. Besides, he'd seen them around here, all the way from his branch. He glanced up to get his bearings, then looked back down at the snow behind him. There. He reached into the snow and caught up the slender box, hiding it against his palm on its way to his pocket. "Found it," he said.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn tilted her head to the side, his smile made her mentally frown, but it did not show up on her face. With her body facing him, she spun so that she wasn't twisting but directly angled towards him. She didn’t speak while watching him trying to find whatever it was he had lost and within minutes he seemed to have found it. It confused her as to why a person would make life harder on them when they could use their wand. She watched him pick whatever it was up and seemed to hide it by his hand. Putting two and two together she guessed perhaps it had nothing to do with what she initially though and he just wanted to hide whatever it was. It was none of her business so she wouldn’t ask and didn’t feel like it was necessary to know what it was.

Celyn wondered if he was leaving, or perhaps his bag fell. She wasn’t sure, but she could always make a new acquaintance. “I would compliment you on your hair, but some people take offense to compliments.” She had seen it many a times, a person said something nice and the receiver of the compliment just got angry. She was still unsure why that happened, but she was no shrink and she had never really done so nor experienced a situation as such.

She remained seated while pulling her robes tighter around her. A slight gust and it pushed back her hood so that it fell off her head. Her hands were too buried in the pockets of her cloak so she refused to pull them out to raise her hood once more; besides, her scarf was enough protection for her face. “How rude of me, I go by Celyn.” Simple enough introduction, wasn’t heavy like the way some other people introduced themselves- it got awfully annoying how perky their introductions were almost a sense of desperation was hidden within them.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric looked at the girl a moment, debating whether to just blow her off and walk away with his bag. He could get back to what he'd been doing that way, and it was tempting, but his feet didn't move just yet. With his self-imposed grounding to the castle for the next few days, he was going to get precious little social interaction, and even if it wasn't anything like the kind he'd prefer, he figured he had nothing to lose by entertaining himself here.

"Trent," he said, easily giving her the name he'd been using since the fall. "And thanks." He put enough work into his hair that he might as well hear something besides freak once in a while.

"I know what I'm doing out here; what are you doing?" he asked. Morbid curiosity, maybe. She hadn't looked like she was doing anything, but it was too cold to sit out by the lake just for the fun of it.

[Celyn Corvus]

Trent, Celyn would make sure she kept that name in mind. His question was unexpected; she mildly wondered what to say. Sure there was a reason to be out, it was quiet outside, she was one of the rare few who enjoyed winter, but there was something else and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

Still, she attempted to gather her thoughts and see if there was any link amongst them, but she was unable to do so. “Would it be palpable if I said I wasn’t sure?”

[/b] she attempted, an obvious sidestep to his question. She paused for a moment her lips set in a smile, perhaps trying to make her first answer sound more like joke than it really was. “The lake somehow has this power to draw me outside no matter what the weather is. I couldn’t stay in with all the children running amok in the common room.”[/b] that sounded a bit better. Still, there was no definite answer as to why.

Celyn shrugged casually, she looked around and eyed the castle, and she knew that beyond those doors were students cuddled up in the common rooms enjoying the fire while she sat outside in the cold- not that she minded. “Then, I’m sure your reason is more intriguing than mine. Mind sharing?”[/b] the way she said it let him know that he didn’t have to answer, but her slightly curious nature wouldn’t mind knowing.[/blockquote]

[Trent Frey]

"Yeah," Lyric replied. "I mind." Nothing short of the fires of hell themselves would get him to talk about that. It was something he wasn't proud of, and something he could get in serious trouble for, and the fewer people who knew, the better. He'd prefer no one at Hogwarts finding out, and that meant not telling a soul. And if there was anything he'd learned from Jory, it was that trying to explain difficult things only opened doors to more questions and worse consequences.

"I wanted to be alone," he added, obviously as an afterthought. He didn't want her prying, so he might as well give her an answer so she wouldn't ask again. It wasn't everything, not by far, but in a way, hadn't she said the same thing?

[Celyn Corvus]

"Fair enough, that's your choice." she was the last person who would pry into other peoples businesses. Somehow, she believed that whatever it was that he was doing here had something to do with what he had hid- or she could just be looking to deeply into this. Celyn had no intention of going inside, and she wondered if he did. “Hogwarts has grown so dull lately. The only source of entertainment seems to be the Prophet for most, but I don’t find myself reading such rubbish. I suppose being alone is really the only thing worth seeking.”

The way he answered showed that he was more of an introvert, it was hard to start conversation with such people, but with the right words and keeping the conversation as impersonal as possible, it could possibly workout.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric nodded, though his eyes wouldn't meet Celyn's as he did so. He wasn't sure he believed that, but what else could he believe? He didn't like the intimacy of talking to people one-on-one, didn't like small groups, but he could lose himself in a crowd and be content. Alone in a crowd. It was that, or being entirely alone.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a subtle tell, but one that was quickly masked with a darkening of his eyes. "I spend most of the time in London," he said. "Can't listen to people and their imaginary crises." Getting broken up with hurt, but it wasn't a crisis.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn never really liked London. There wasn’t a great place to settle down and draw without the loud sounds of laughter distracting her. Still, there were times when the company of another is needed to keep her mind from straying off into another world.

It still annoyed her though how some people forced their problems onto you and would go on a descriptive caption of their troubles. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to call them an ‘imaginary crises’, because she didn’t believe them to be so. She always thought that perhaps it was just an exaggeration of the problem… and some problems had easy solutions that people have blinded themselves from. “We all have our own problem to deal with; don’t need anyone adding to your load with their own stories.” she shrugged and looked to the ground, but from the corner of her eyes she could still see him.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric shrugged as well. He didn't care about people's stories enough to be affected by them aside from anger at such self-inflated misery being inflicted because kids were too spoiled, too sheltered, too otherwise happy to see their issues from an objective point of view. There were nightmarish things in the world, and failing a test was nothing. A broken heart was nothing.

He didn't bother to speak this time. There was nothing he wanted to say about that, nothing he could say that wouldn't reveal more than he cared to reveal. His mind turned, for the moment at least, to the box in his pocket and the relaxation that just one would provide. He didn't care about the consequences to his health, and the consequences if his mother found out were rapidly dwindling in importance.

[Celyn Corvus]

His lack of an answer left her unfazed. She never felt the need to fill a silence in with idle chatter or somehow save a conversation. In fact, she took refuge in silences such as these and they never felt awkward to her. She turned to look up at him, watching him without the utterance of a word. For a while her body didn't move and it was as if she was just watching him.

After a while, she wondered if he even was there. His mind seemed to have wandered far away too thoughts she couldn't hear. She rested her elbow on her thigh while resting her cheek on her hand. Her head tilted to the side questioningly, but she never worded a question, sometimes she found it more intriguing to watch but not speak.

After what felt like a lifetime to her, she was internally laughing; she wasn't sure why but in her mind was the sound of her voice laughing although it never came out for her faced was composed in a tranquil smile. "They say it is dangerous to get lost in thought, I can never seem to understand what they mean." it was barely above a whisper, her would probably hear her for the silence around carried her voice. It dawned on her that she never explained who they were. many professors, mentors and family friends said so and till today she couldn't seem to understand what was so dangerous about it.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric looked up at the sound of Celyn's voice. As soft as it might have been, it cut through his thoughts, cut through the internal battle he'd begun to wage against himself, reminding him where he was and that he wasn't alone. Even if he still felt alone.

After a moment, he blinked and looked away, forcing a sharp nod. "They're right," he said. It was horribly dangerous, the kind of danger that could make someone forget who they were and pray to a deity that had never existed to do anything to make the thoughts end. He shook his head slightly. "If you don't know what they mean, you're lucky," he said. He wished he didn't know. He wished he could control where his mind went, but he couldn't. He wished he'd just grabbed his bag and left, found another place to do what needed done, to relax and take his mind off things.

The increasing tension in his body was visible even before he looked around for his bag. He didn't care if she was watching, didn't care if she could see him debating how quickly he could get to the edge of the forest, to lose himself where only the desperate and the crazy would get lost. He blinked again and looked away from his bag.

[Celyn Corvus]

Celyn watched his reaction, unmoving yet somehow her face was no longer neutral. When the words escaped his lips and stopped, she could still see that his side of the conversation was not over. His body language changed, he was more tense and for some strange reason she flinched back away from him by a small fraction that it may have gone unnoticed.

Celyn had never been around someone much like him. he was... different; yet she could somehow see the many faces of society in him. It seemed that he had spoken from experience and that idea made her mentally raise a brow; could it be that thought was dangerous? "Some people believe we need another to shake you out of those thoughts; even the powerful needs to be saved." it wasn't so much as a belief of hers but an observation from what she saw around her.

Celyn wondered faintly if it was true that a companion was needed. A friend to help when you dug yourself a hole so deep that you need another to help you out. It was told that these dangerous thoughts were the driving force to creating this hole and at this point it was Celyn who had fallen silent soon after.