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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 0:15:05 GMT -5
After the feast, the prefects had dragged them all to their common rooms. The way in was interesting enough, but it hadn't been much consolation. He'd come all the way across the world, only to be torn from Marius after all.
They'd been together as long as he could remember, and he was bereft, utterly bereft, and lonely, and heartbroken. Hyacinth could be a good boy all he wanted and say his prayers and climb into bed, but Castiel refused to sleep without his Kawaii-Kun nearby. The fact that he managed it at home just fine was beyond the point.
He hadn't even taken off his coat when he headed back down the tight spiral staircase between Ravenclaw Tower and the rest of the castle. His soul was cold enough without his body freezing as well. He was bored without Mari, and so he'd just look around the castle a bit until he got tired enough to go back.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 18:53:47 GMT -5
Thunk thunk thunk thunk. It wasn't technically allowed, but it also wasn't listed as a banned activity, either. This late at night the school was mostly empty and there were a few long corridors filled with flickering light Ayla could take advantage of. As the wheels on her board crossed cracks in the stone floor they made a satisfying sound, announcing her progress down the hall.
Her long, oversized shirt was tied at one hip, revealing a triangle shaped strip of skin before the cloth dipped down over her other thigh. When she passed a light her thin form was visible, draped in dark beneath the white shirt. She stopped abruptly when she saw a shadow in an archway which she believed led to a set of stairs.
One foot rested on the board and the other found firm floor, ready to push off if it was someone she couldn't handle. "Oi, who's it?" she called. Normally when she was out so late it was only a first or second year thinking they were daring being out after curfew and they were easy to outsmart.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 19:07:59 GMT -5
Castiel almost didn't catch the words for the accent they came in, and his brows drew together at the figure peering into the shadows. "I could ask the same," he said. He paused, dramatically he hoped, before stepping into the torchlit corridor.
He arched one dark brow imperiously. He wasn't especially tall, wasn't broad or, to be honest, particularly masculine-looking, but he liked to think he could handle... what appeared to be a skater. A skater chick at Hogwarts. A tatted up one. He tried not to appear intimidated, no matter that she was a few inches shorter than him.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 19:12:04 GMT -5
Ayla's eyebrows arched beneath hear long, sweeping bangs. "I'm Ayla Donnelly, your turn," she said. She stepped on the end of her board, bringing up the opposite end into her waiting hand. The guy wasn't a prefect and he definitely wasn't the head boy. Well, she was pretty certain it was a guy, anyway. Either way, she was immediately not worried about being turned in or getting in trouble. "It's after curfew, you know," she added.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 19:28:42 GMT -5
"Is it?" Castiel asked, eyes widening slightly in false surprise. Maybe he should have been in Slytherin, because he felt very sneaky right now. "Castiel Catalyst," he said at last. He paused, then gave an annoyed little sigh. "And yes, that's my real name." Maybe she wasn't as tough as he'd thought. She wasn't being mean or anything.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 19:41:53 GMT -5
"You're new," Ayla commented. She was sure she would have recognized this guy walking around, he didn't exactly blend in. "Do all Americans get interesin' names like that?" Lyric, Indigo, Catalyst, where did these American parents get off on naming their kids? Sure, Catalyst was his last name, but Castiel wasn't exactly a normal name, either.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 20:00:35 GMT -5
"Every one of us," Castiel said. Really? As though Ayla was a common name. Weren't British girls supposed to be named things like Alice or Mathilda? "So if it's past curfew, why are you out?" he asked, turning the questioning back on her. "I know you're not a prefect, I saw them all in the Great Hall." And he'd taken particular note of each one.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 20:03:49 GMT -5
Ayla raised her eyebrows again and raised her skateboard slightly. "What the prefects and teachers don't know won't hurt 'em," she said. "What about you? Not been here long enough to get in trouble, you know." She remembered that pair of creepy Slytherins who had gotten in trouble literally as soon as they got to the school. It wasn't a good way to start out a career at Hogwarts.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 20:09:06 GMT -5
"Insomnia," Castiel claimed. That sounded much cooler than I'm too heart-wrenchingly crushed to lie still and seek the solace of dreams, although, on second thought, that did sound pretty cool. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small notepad and mini-pen. "One moment," he said, and flipped it open. Seek... the solace of dreams...
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 20:15:39 GMT -5
Ayla eyed Castiel, watching as the pen moved. "Right...I'm gonna go ahead and guess you're a Ravenclaw," she said. Only a Ravenclaw would carry around paper to randomly write things on. "You people are always off doing homework somewhere." Okay so that was an exaggeration, but it was pretty accurate. She always saw more Ravenclaws with scrolls and books than any other house.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 20:24:34 GMT -5
Castiel looked up, surprised. "I'm not doing homework," he said. "I'm adding someone to my hit list, but don't worry, it's not you." He snapped the notebook shut with as much grace and dignity as he could sum up. "And what House are you in, anyway?" He hadn't thought it was that big a deal, unless you were in Slytherin. He eyed her cautiously.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 20:40:28 GMT -5
"Gryffindor," Ayla said. Hadn't they gotten a new student, too? She thought she had seen an unfamiliar face on her way out of the common room but hadn't given it much thought. "Could have been worse, you could have been put in Hufflepuff." They were all goodie two shoes, even worse than some of the Gryffindors. Ayla wasn't really a trouble maker, but she didn't let people walk on her, either.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 20:51:43 GMT -5
"What's wrong with Hufflepuff?" Castiel asked. Well, besides a really lame name. He couldn't imagine he'd ever be taken seriously as a Hufflepuff. At least Ravenclaw sounded cool. Gryffindor did, too. So did Slytherin, really. Hufflepuffs were just screwed from the start, weren't they?
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Jan 3, 2013 21:02:23 GMT -5
Ayla shrugged and twirled the board between her palm and the floor. "They're soft, they don't really go for anythin' or fight. They're just kind of there lots of the time," she said. They didn't answer in class, or if they did it was because they liked the professor, she rarely heard of them doing anything extraordinary, though she'd heard they regularly raided the kitchens.
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Post by Castiel Catalyst on Jan 3, 2013 21:21:37 GMT -5
"Are there a lot of fights around here?" Castiel asked. He tried to look unconcerned as he tucked his notepad and pen away. "I mean, because those get boring fast." And he'd get his ass kicked, unless it was a fair wizard's duel. Maybe his school's quidditch teams had never made nationals, but the dueling club had been pretty fun.
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