(G.Hall) Stupid Quest

[Mozess Mirari]

Mozess sat sulkily at the far end of the Slytherin table, her eyes a striking midnight black. Though this quest had started out sounding relatively easy, and even glamorous to some extent, she was now realizing exactly how stupid it all was. What's more, she couldn't tell if these were, in fact, her own emotions, or those of the students bustling around, frantic about quidditch and pop quizzes and the Ministry...

She sighed, arms crossed on the table in front of her, head laying on them like a pillow. She gently closed her eyes, hiding the fact that they were slowly warping from a semi-normal human-sight, to the blurry, blanket stare of a bat. Her ears prickled as her breathing reverberated through the room and echoed back to her what was in the room 'Tables, chairs, people... small people. Young, fourth or fifth years tops...' she snickered lightly as she listened in on their conversation.

"...and the room started swirling, and changing, and then I was somewhere else entirely!"
"Sure, whatever Shabs. Are you sure those Tarot cards aren't laced with something? Perhaps a Confusing Concoction?"

Mozess lifted her head and looked at the girl from across the room; a part of her thought the blond Hufflepuff must've been exactly as crazy as the other person was stating... but part of her thought that sounded far too familiar. Not the room, or the events... something about it reminded her of a certain person though... if he could be called a person, that is. The girl's story rang true, reminiscent of the Faun.

[Shabnam Snapdragon]

Shabnam sighed slowly as the two boys got up and moved away, laughing under their breath and rolling their eyes at one another as they left, thinking Shabnam hadn’t notice – she hadn’t, of course. Since that blurry day in the library with the missing cards and that interesting boy, Warren, Shabnam had been re-telling the bizarre story of the old creature with the horns in the fishbowl to anyone who would stop and listen. Much of the time they would spot Shabnam as she was coming and mysteriously remember they had detention, so now she had resorted to ambushing open-minded looking people in the library and at the House tables, each time telling the tale in a different way in hopes that someone might understand what she had seen. Oh yes – I know what you mean, Shabnam! I’ve seen the devil in the fishbowl too. Do you feel shadows following people as well? Lets be best friends forever. Shabnam grinned.

Across the Hall something glinted in the bewitched sunlight trapped in the rafters, and Shabnam looked sharply, her wide, foggy eyes fixing upon a girl with hair the colour of Highland cattle. She titled her head, gasping silently to see the iridescent sheen in her eyes, even from this distance, mother-of-pearl blue, silver and pink. She was looking at the Hufflepuff in the most peculiar way, and tucking a bread roll up her sleeve, Shabnam rose, drifting over to the Slytherin table to a hopeful little smile. ‘Have you heard about the intelligent monster?’ She asked, sitting down without an invitation. ‘He winked at me.’

[Zachary Daniels]

Usually Zachary was somewhat a morning person. As he carried a one-track mind, he often spent the time before classes working on Quidditch cheats and tactics or staring blankly at his breakfast in an attempt to figure out the latest Hat's riddle.

Though, as of late, Zachary found himself waking five minutes before his second class and barely having time to put on his socks. All of his trouble and problems, he finally decided, outweighed those of the Faun, and the Slytherin strode purposely over to the house table spotting Mozess' flaming locks at once. This entire mission of theirs had to stop at once.

A smaller, more flimsy body, reached his goal first and Zachary stared dumbstruck as the Hufflepuff casually began a conversation. He almost felt sorry for the third-year as Mozess didn't seem like she was at all a morning person, and looked bizarrely unkempt and exhausted with her head lifting lazily from the table surface.

Catching the end of Snapdragon's sentence, Zachary turned to Mozess in surprise though couldn't hide the smirk appearing on the edge of his lips. "He winked at you, did he?" He said with mock interest, setting his book beside Mozess and settling down with it. Grabbing the entire plate of sausage, he turned to Mozess with a raised brow. "Mozess Mirari gossiping with younger Hufflepuffs? I must be dreaming."

His snickers were cut short, however, as his lips quirked into an accusing scowl. "Of course, that's impossible because Merlin knows I haven't slept properly for days now."[/color]