Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 15, 2010 12:59:36 GMT -5
Rummaging in her bad, Celyn was hurriedly walking up the stairs not paying attention to her surroundings. Her body was so used to the castle, that she even jumped the trick step while her eyes were focused on the contents of her bag.
Celyn didn't realize was that the stairs had spun and moved to another hallway, one she wasn't familiar with. She continued down the hall she came to a stop and reached her hand forward to open a door that should have been there, but instead she came to a wall. Looking away from her bag she stared at the wall in front of her and frowned, wasn't there supposed to be a door there?
Celyn turned to look around and only found a dark corridor; where was she? She hurried down the hall and took a left turn only to be met by another long and fairly dark hall. Celyn groaned, where the hell was she?
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 16, 2010 14:45:16 GMT -5
Lyric wasn't lost, not really. If you didn't care where you were, he didn't figure it counted. Besides, if he wanted to get back to a main corridor, he was confident he could find one. Who knew how long before he'd want to, though. He was content enough wandering the halls alone, a cigarette hanging from his lips. As a matter of fact, he preferred to be alone, especially when he was doing something he didn't want to get back to his mother. He'd stay content much longer if she never found out.
The scent of smoke likely preceded his entrance into a new corridor, but he'd never seen anyone in this particular area, so he didn't stop to listen first. He was halfway down before he saw the small feminine form ahead silhouetted by a bit of light from another corridor. He paused, the steady thud of his boots ceasing as he tried to decide from where he was whether he knew her.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 16, 2010 15:24:08 GMT -5
Celyn heard the sound of footsteps and only quickened her pace, she could see a figure not to far off and she slowed down walking up to whoever it was. It was when she was close enough did she know exactly who it was Trent. While his face was cast in shadow she managed to pick up on who he was by his hair; no one else had hair quite like his.
Celyn let out a breath, she felt at ease knowing that maybe he knew how to get out of this area. Celyn wondered how she could have gotten lost; she had been in this castle for the past 6 years of her life and had never been lost before.
Celyn could see what was in his mouth; the part of his face that wasn't cast in a shadow, but she didn't care much and only one glanced at it briefly before finally speaking. "So we meet once more." Celyn wondered if he remembered who she was. the last meeting was brief, but the exchange of words they had wasn't something easily forgettable- to her at least.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 16, 2010 18:52:53 GMT -5
"So we do," Lyric echoed, smoke curling from between his lips with the words. Yes, he recognized her. He spoke to few people as it was, and it hadn't been more than a few days since he'd seen her out at the edge of the lake. He couldn't place her name just yet, but it probably didn't matter. If he came up with it, he did. If he didn't, he didn't. Besides, he didn't expect to need it for anything.
Lyric looked at the girl—was her name Karen?—for another brief moment before asking, "What are you doing in the East Tower?" He might not be sure of where he was, but he knew the general area, and if they weren't in the East Tower, they were close. There wasn't anything useful in the East Tower, which was why he'd headed for it in the first place. Less chance of running into anyone.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 16, 2010 23:54:52 GMT -5
Celyn remained unfazed by the smoke, she’d be a hypocrite to call him on it, she did try it on a few occasions. His response made her mentally grin although in the exterior she had a neutral expression on her face. His question made her furrow her brows and look around for a moment. “So that’s where we are.” she had never come in the direction of the East Tower in all her six years of being in Hogwarts.
It took her a moment to answer because she was mentally mapping out where the tower was and how to get out of there, but to no avail. “To be honest, I somehow ended up here when trying to get to one of the empty classrooms.” she wasn’t going to pretend to know where she was and wasn’t going to pretend to have been exploring, in all honesty she was lost and prayed that he knew how to get out.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 17, 2010 14:09:43 GMT -5
"There are a lot of empty classrooms around here," Lyric pointed out. He reached up to pluck the now-spent cigarette from his lips and dropped it on the ground. One carelessly unlaced boot moved to crush it, then he drew his wand, a silent evanesco hiding the evidence. "I can help you find one."
The high arch of Lyric's eyebrow implied more than a friendly offer, but it was the only hint that he might not mean it exactly as he said it. In truth, he wasn't entirely certain himself. After the other day, he was mildly curious, but curiosity wouldn't make it any easier to accept anyone touching him. Maybe he didn't mean that extra layer of suggestion at all. Maybe he only wanted to intimidate her. Either way, he wondered how she'd respond.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 17, 2010 14:15:50 GMT -5
Celyn didn't take her eyes off of him for a moment. Even thought the movement of him reaching for the cigarette did break her focus for a fraction of a second she didn't miss the arch of his eyebrow and only mirrored his with her own- she never backed down.
With her arms crossed, she casually shrugged her shoulders as if his offer was completely harmless. "If you know this part of the castle better than I, then lead the way." Celyn wasn't intimidated by his look, but it did give her a sense of mild interest that she hid; with that being said Celyn wasn't stupid, she knew her own limits and when it was smart to back down.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 17, 2010 15:26:45 GMT -5
Lyric at least knew the general area they were in, so he figured that yes, he knew this part of the castle well enough. He wouldn't admit otherwise, so that was a moot point. He nodded slightly, then turned, going back the way he'd come and letting the girl—Celine, maybe?—choose to follow or change her mind. He fully expected her to follow.
"How do you know I won't lead you further in?" he asked, turning his head slightly to address her over one shoulder. It was tempting. He didn't really care where he was going, and if she was just looking for an empty classroom, she must not either. She really shouldn't trust him just because she was lost.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 18, 2010 1:46:53 GMT -5
She followed him anyways, despite what he said. Celyn didn’t answer immediately she was thinking of how to properly word her answer. After a minute or two she finally parted her lips to speak “I don’t know…” she paused, watching the back of his head as he walked and following. Celyn’s eyes went from side to side; the corridors here were fairly dark no one seemed to come here much. “…but eventually even you will get bored of leading me further on.” he was bound to eventually give up on tricking her and if he does go to something like his common room, she’d be able to navigate her way around the castle.
Celyn kept at a steady pace, walking just behind him, but not too close. “Besides, I’m better off following you, there is still a chance that you’d lead me eventually to the main castle.” Celyn didn’t trust easily, it was just that at this point she was willing to admit that she needed help and wouldn’t question his motives- she’d deal with that later.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 1:16:38 GMT -5
"You didn't say you were going to the main castle," Lyric pointed out. She'd said an empty classroom, and there were any number of them between the hall he'd found her in and the nearest large corridor. He fully intended to find some out-of-the-way unused classroom for her to do whatever it was she wanted to do, and had nothing better to do himself than stand around and wait for her to be done. The tiny spark of curiosity in him was only encouragement.
He had an idea where the nearest main corridor was only because he'd been in one recently, and purposefully turned away from it. All the same, he tried to keep track of where they were going in case he changed his mind and decided to turn back. If he got bored, or if things didn't turn out the way his imagination wanted to play out for him, he wanted to have a quick escape.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 20, 2010 11:35:08 GMT -5
"I said there is a chance and at this point I have nothing to loose." Celyn's hands went to the inner pocket of her robes where there was a tiny pouch; she making sure that it was still safe.
Celyn kept on walking faintly wondering where he was taking her. "As long as the classroom has a large empty windowless wall then it's all good." she shruggedto herself and knew that if there wasn't such a wall then her purpose would be defeated.
The one thing Celyn would keep in mind was to never let him out of her sight. If he decided to leave her in a classroom that wasn't in the main castle, then she was definitely not going to let him out of his sight.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 14:19:32 GMT -5
Lyric shrugged, but he was thinking about the likelihood of any classroom they found in the tower having large empty windowless walls. Of course, if she only needed one, then she just needed a large room. All the walls wouldn't have windows. It wasn't an entertaining train of thought, so Lyric let it go.
"What do you want it for?" he asked. He didn't really care, but it was something to think about besides how long he needed to wait before he could justify another fix. He might have ducked into a classroom and done it now, but he had Celine following him and she'd already seen him smoking. He didn't consider his near-constant scanning for witnesses paranoia at all. It was caution, that was all.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 20, 2010 14:36:06 GMT -5
It was evident in his tone that he wasn’t doing this for her. Still, she could humor him to a certain extent. “I have a self-fulfilling prophecy, but does it really matter?” she was tempted to say it, but maybe her sarcasm wouldn’t be appreciated by him. “A project I’ve been working on. It’s not appropriate enough for the younger kids in the common room. she didn’t go into any details, but it was obvious in her tone that it was something she was keen on doing and getting done. Patting the pouch once more, she wondered how much longer before they made it to a classroom.
Pulling out the pouch and her wand, she tapped it gently so that it slid open, peering in she could see that her stuff were all there and a gentle smile came to her face. She doubted he would be interested in her project, but that suited her well. Less judgmental eyes meant more freedom… not that she would ever stop because of being judged
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 20, 2010 16:10:08 GMT -5
A project that wasn't suitable for kids. Lyric found interest in whatever it was Carrie was up to just because of that, and his mind flickered through things he did. He'd thought Hogwarts would be strict about things, but the more time that passed, the more he figured out he could get away with. And the more he realized how little interest the students had in following rules. It shouldn't have surprised him that he wasn't the only one with illicit hobbies.
With that in mind, Lyric finally located a corridor lined with doors, classrooms that might not have been used in decades, considering the sheer size of the school. He stopped and looked back at Seren. "Pick one," he said. They were all the same to him.
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Celyn Corvus
Ravenclaw
6th Year
Creativity isn't my talent; it's my sin.
Posts: 1,617
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Post by Celyn Corvus on Jan 21, 2010 10:04:39 GMT -5
It hadn't been long after before they had finally come to a stop. Looking down the long line of classrooms she randomly opened one. Stepping inside, the size of the room was perfect and thankfully there was the far right wall that was just a large window, illuminating the room with the light from outside. Turning to look around she spotted a table with four chairs near the left wall which she found conveniently large and empty.
Celyn turned back to him and grinned just a tad bit it was the only way she knew how to say thank you. Pulling out the pouch she emptied the contents on the table her wand pointed at them and immediately all but one gre to their regular size. There were paint brushes of different shaped and sizes while there were multiple colors of paint in cans. Celyn then took many steps back and painted her wand to the last tiny white object. It immediately began to grow; as it was growing she made it hover to the wall. When it reached it maximum size she flicked her wand and watched as the paper stuck itself to the wall.
Celyn had already stenciled in the drawing one that would have mentally scarred some of the younger children and probably disgusted some of even the closed minded older students. Still she took a deep breath and glimpsed in the direction of Trent, making sure he was still there. He sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her there alone.
The drawing had to figures, one up against a wall while the other had his arms place on either side, face buried in the crock of his lovers neck. The posture showed his strength; there was an overpowering feel to how his arms were placed on either side of his lover it almost made even her hold her breath. Celyn then focused her attention on the second person; another male. It was evident in his eyes that there was a turmoil of emotions in his eyes, ranging from lust to hate, from passion to confusion, from fear to need. Still while no ‘parts’ were being shown; they were both obviously undressed. The drawing didn’t stop there, off to the right was a women. She was obviously not wherever the two guys where, but she was watching. Her lips placed into a gentle smile while her closed eyes had tears running down them. It went from the top of her head to just above her bust.
Celyn couldn’t explain what had brought this drawing on, but somehow it felt more real to her than a women and a man; she just couldn’t really explain it through words. Celyn took her cloak off, she was dressed in a loose shirt rolled up to her elbows and faded tight jeans. She pulled her hair back and secured it with a hair pin. Celyn turned to Trent for a moment, wondering if he was staying or leaving, it was his choice, but if he was going she was going to ask him the directions to the main castle at least… she was had already taken a liking to this room.
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