Here comes the sun, pretty baby. [completely open]

[fallonwinters]

Sun. ick. Who invented it. The pale seventh year walked quickly across the Hogwarts grounds. As usual she was dressed in all black, this time a tight black dress that flowed to her knees and was rather reveling at the top. Over this she wore a black sweater. Her hair was messily braided to the side of her head, the pale blond ends sticking out here and there.

Looking out of dark lined eyes, she saw the beach blow her, drenched in sun. ugh. How...bright. Fallon was walking back from her Herbology class. Instead of walking through the castle through endless corridors of noisy school children and happy Hufflepuff's, Fallon had decided to bear the weather and walk across the grounds to her next class.

She had ten minutes to spare, and yet Fallon walked very fast. She didn't want to be in the sun anymore than she had to be. Her delicate white skin didn't like the UV rays that shone down upon her. Fallon carried with her two class books, three sheets of parchment, and her hot pink feather quill. Her bag had been left forgotten on her bed in her rush to get to morning classes. To Fallon, her books were such a pain. She hardly used them in class anymore, anyway.

Half way across the ground now. She starred up at the blinding sun. Not a cloud in the sky. Fallon groaned. She came at a cross roads in the path she was following. Trying hastily to get out of the sun, she turn left, sadly, and unbeknown to Fallon, it was the wrong way.

The path curved sharply away from the castle and dangerously close to the forbidden forest. By the time Fallon realised she had obviously taken a wrong turn, she found herself looking at her reflection in a distant portion of the Lake. Great. Fallon thought as she shielded her face with her hand, which she could already feel become red and burnt.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa yawned as she leaned against one of the overgrown trees overlooking the lake. Her left knee was pulled up to her chest while a notebook lay idly on her right, outstretched, leg.

Not particularly in the mood for Charms, she had decided to stray off one of the usual paths near the greenhouses in an attempt to get away from lessons for the afternoon. Of course, being her seventh year, she ought to have been more responsible...

With a carefree shrug, she stretched out her arms before looking a bit startled as a figure approached the lake. Not many ventured this far, and she could only let out a small groan when she realised it must have been the Charms Professor come to scold her.

Not interested in being discovered just yet, she pulled herself from the tree and skipped off behind it, watching the figure intently. Just as she was about to make a run for it, the figure became more clear -

But what she saw wasn't the Charms Professor at all.

"Hunh?" Lisa grinned automatically, retreating from her hiding spot and walking out into the open. "Someone else not quite up for charms either?"

[fallonwinters]

"Huh? What?" Fallon said calmly. The girl, whom she recognized from her classes as Lisa Lycott, a Gryffindor, had actually scared her. However, Fallon, who never showed immediate feelings or emotions, didn't flinch.

Charms? "I'm not skipping cha..." Fallon could believe it. She had not only gotten lost, but she had seriously lost track of time. "Did I really miss Charms?" Fallon asked, smacking her forehead. It felt kind of tender, and she flinched. She poked her face. She thought it felt kind of red. She groaned. Lost, Late, and Barbecued. The perfect day.

"Why are you skipping charms?" Fallon asked. "Can't handle the work or something?" Fallon looked down at her hands. They were pink. "Do I look red to you?" Fallon asked. The question would probably amused the Lisa Lycott before her. Fallon didn't care. Her skin was at stake.

[Lisa Lycott]

"Missed charms?" Lisa said curiously, before checking her wrist-watch. "Not exactly. It's hardly halfway through, but I'm sure you've missed the lecture by now."

Walking a bit closer as she regarded Fallon's question, Lisa chose to stare at the girl's reflection than her actual form. With a small laugh, she nodded once before finally turning to the girl. "Red would be the word, yes," her mouth couldn't hold back her smirk. "Must be Hell for a Slytherin."

Sliding down to the floor, Lisa crossed her legs and opened package she recieved from Hogsmeade - Zonko's in particular. Although she had originally thought to let loose the miniature cameras near the Slytherin Common Room, she decided they were more important now.

"If a Professor catches me missing another charms lesson without a good excuse," Lisa began while wrinkling her nose as a stubborn piece of spello tape refused to let off the packaging. "I'll be in for a month's worth of detention - and detention with Hubbles is hardly something to look forward to."

Inwardly shuddering, she finally tore the package open and levitated one of the tiny domes to the very end of the pathway. After a pause where she stared after it, she pulled out her own end and watched the mirror intently. It reflected what the camera saw without being too obvious, and she smirked in a pleased way.

"I hadn't gotten an O in charms, exactly... But, why sit in class when you could be out here?" She held in a short laugh, realising the Slytherin probably hadn't felt the same with her rapidly burning skin.

[fallonwinters]

Fallon shrugged her shoulders. By the time she she'd found her way out of the accursed maze of the Hogwarts grounds, the lesson would be basically over, and coming in late would only gain her a detention. "For a Hufflepuff his detentions are horrid." Fallon laughed. "you'd think he would be kind and let us go early, or even better be afraid of us and just not give us one." Fallon laughed. She was one to classify everyone in Hufflepuff, or related to Hufflepuff, as a pushover scared-y cat. It was they way she was taught. Stereotypes were her weapon.

"Really?" Fallon groaned. She looked at her reflection in the water's edge. She could see a line of sweat across her hair line. her light hair become dark with the moisture. She would definitely need to take a bath before she went anywhere else.

Fallon pulled up her light sweaters hood and buttoned it up all the way so her exposed chest would burn anymore than it already had. "No, I would rather be in Hell then out here." Fallon said. "I supposed as a Gryffindor you are enjoying this great monstrosity of a star then?" Fallon said, a smirk over her face. How anyone could like the sun, well, it was beyond her.

Fallon eyed the Gryffindor carefully. Zonko's, she read on the bag. Such an immature place. Fallon's Hogsmeade's trip consisted of a nice drink in the Hog's Head and maybe a nice trip to the bookstore, looking up her family history in the many historical books.

Fallon watched what the girl was doing. She had no idea. It looked like a little camera, but what was she levitating? Fallon wasn't going to ask her. That would mean Fallon would need to demean herself, showing she wasn't as smart as the Gryffindor in some way. Fallon would wait for Lycott to explain herself, or pretend she knew exactly what was going on.

"Because the sun isn't inside." Fallon muttered. "Charms isn't that hard. It's all about waving you're wand. Sure, it is a sissy sport. I much prefer Potions of Dark Arts...that is the defense against them." Fallon smirked.

[Warren Frell]

Warren, as a third year, hadn't had charms at that particular moment in time. Instead, he had just finished off his Transfiguration lesson and was chewing thoughtfully on a pumpkin pastry while a large book was perched in one of his hands.

Finishing off the crumbly treat, he went to reach for another when his attention found two girls. Frowning, as usually this part of the lake was void of any students -- especially older students, as they all were busy with class -- he couldn't help but stare at them inquisitively.

Just as he walked toward them a bit more purposefully, he noticed a strange dome like object at the edge of the path. It wasn't very obvious, but it did have the word "Zonko's" scrawled across it in white ink. Scowling, Warren picked it up and peered at it closely, not realising that his face was now in clear view of the girls.

[fallonwinters]

Oh, duh! Fallon thought as she peered over the girl's shoulder into the screen. A boy, standing down the path, looking into dome, had appeared on the screen. Pretty Ace. Fallon thought, but she wasn't going to say anything to Lycott. Instead she looked around the tree for a shady spot. Of course the only shady spot was a seat right next to Lisa. Fallon groaned, but for the sake of her skin, plopped down next to her.

The boy was still starring into the dome. Fallon laughed. "A little dense? no?" she commented to Lisa, still watching the boy. "Say does that do anything other than just spy on the person." Fallon asked, hopeful that it would do something unexpected to the younger boy down the path.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa nodded enthusiastically, "The sun is my haven," she said with a light chuckle. "Although, that's not to say I despise winters."

She smirked a little, realising what her words had sounded like as she shoved over to make room for the Slytherin. "I can't say I hate Defense Against the Dark-- Oh, hey," Lisa grinned, placing the mirror on the ground in front of them.

The boy was looked curious, and she noticed the Ravenclaw's badge on his robes. "He's an eagle," she said with a smirk, peering over Fallon's shoulder to the edge of the path though she couldn't see the boy with her bare eyes. "He'll figure it out sooner or later..."

Lisa had bought the spying tools for the purpose of terrorizing Slytherins, and looked mildly offended in a playful way. "Of course it does something other than spy. It would be awfully boring to spy on the Slyther - unsuspecting students of Hogwarts - " Lisa corrected herself, glancing sideways at Fallon. "If you weren't able to give them trouble while at it."

From the neverending package, Lisa took out an exceptionally long fake-wand. Pointing it at the the boy's pastry, she whispered another levitation spell and watched as it flew from his hand.

[Warren Frell]

"Joke shop," he finally placed where Zonko's had sounded familiar, and circulated it between his palms. "Wonder what this blasted thing does," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Since it was abandoned near the edge of the path, he assumed it had been discarded and no longer working.

About to toss it in a nearby rubbish bin, he couldn't help the startled noise that erupted from his throat as the pumpkin pastry previously held securely between his fingers floated, quite gleefully, through the air in front of him.

It was then Warren decided he had been spending way too much time with Shabnam.

"Pastries don't fly, Frell," he stated calmly to himself. Though, the treat hovering above his nose begged to differ, and he scrunched up his nose as he leaned forward.

He barely registered the camera was still in his hands as he swerved around, glaring behind him. "If you wanted a pastry," He called to seemingly nothing, deciding that someone was levitating it from his hand. "You could have just asked. I am not so gluttonous that I would deny you--"

The pastry ran into his forehead, crumbling into his hair, and Warren bristled.

[fallonwinters]

Fallon grinned. Well, the girl said she didn't despise winters, so apparently she didn't hate Fallon. Ok, so only Fallon got the joke because she doubted Lycott knew her last name was Winters. Fallon kept it to herself instead of sounded childish.

Fallon frowned as she saw the Ravenclaw colors and insignia. It wasn't as much fun messing with a Ravenclaw as it was messing with a Gryffindor or even better a Hufflepuff. Still. It was better than nothing.

Fallon had caught Lisa's little Slytherin slip up. It didn't really matter to Fallon, one, because she didn't care, and two because the Slytherins were known to spied on Gyffindors as well. But, Fallon didn't give away anything, her face was as emotionless as ever.

But she smiled as Lisa pulled out a fake wand. The look on the poor boy's face was hilarious as she levitated the pastry right from his hands. "And you said you weren't good at charms." Fallon said with a smirk, knowing very well the spell Lisa had performed was first year material. There was always time for sarcasm.

Fallon couldn't help but laugh as the pastry crumble on to the boys head. He was talking to the dome as if her thought it could think and that the object was performing the spell. Fallon hoped the boy hadn't heard her laughing, but it didn't really matter now. "What else have you got in that bag?" She asked Lycott.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa's eyes sparkled with mirth as the boy called out to his surroundings. Hearing the sarcastic tone to Fallon's voice, Lisa only shrugged merrily and handed the wand to the Slytherin.

"I can't say there's much," she said with a shrug, sticking her fingers through the package and grabbing hold of a few instructions. She leaned back against the tree, arms folded as she tilted her head at Fallon.

"Care to show your amazing skills at such a sissy sport?" She said with a devious smirk.

Opening the instructions, she found a quill and a blank sheet of parchment. Raising a brow, she realised it was where she was supposed to write the victim's names, so the camera would store it in memory.

Frowning, she leaned closer to the mirror. "Haven't got a clue what his name is." She said regretfully, tapping the end of the quill on the page. "Have you?"