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Post by milone on Feb 24, 2007 16:53:14 GMT
Silence had banded together with icy mists and frost, conquering the night and thrusting it into a soundless world of darkness, with nothing but the occasional whisper of a voice or shadow of a figure to penetrate the frozen blackness.
Since the warmth of the leftover sunlight had dwindled into nothing, one could no longer hear the chirp of crickets or the joyful song of birds in the evening and night. Even in the morning, no bluebirds or robins greeted the school...there was nothing but the shrill blast of alarm clocks and wands set to certain times to awaken them.
Thus was the fate that was awaiting Milone in a few hours time...that is, if she left her perch in a tree above the lake and took up residence in her own warm bed, but as of now that seemed very far away. Three AM in the morning and the grounds were still and silent, dark with even the glow of the moon reflecting off the lake.
Even the sprawling oak that was holding the little body had an air of frigid, barren mood. The leaves had long since fallen and swept away, so the only burst of long-awaited color in the tree was Milone.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 26, 2007 8:31:40 GMT
Zachary pressed his cloak closer to himself as the biting winds hit his face. He had been feeling a bit rebellious, and after letting loose a swarm of doxies in one of the Professor's offices he had decided to retreat out into the Hogwarts Grounds. Rarely, now with the Ministry, was he allowed to venture on the land without being disturbed-- or hexed by any grouchy Ministry Official.
Though, ever since the unintelligent badger Moen had left for good, Zachary had found the school had calmed for him quite a bit. He almost wished for a second-- a very brief second-- that the hideous face would be sneering at him as he stepped onto the edges of the lake's boundaries.
He almost thought that his wish had been answered and that Thom was the one making the small noises from above, realizing then that he actually wasn't so keen on it coming true, and sent the tree a glare. Though, the dangling legs obviously belonged to a female and Zach crinkled his brows.
"If you fall," he called suddenly, "Don't expect me to help you out!"
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Post by milone on Feb 27, 2007 23:28:42 GMT
The cold voice of a boy echoed across the grounds, breaking the still sheet of silence with a startling rip. "If you fall, don't expect me to help you out!"
"I wouldn't want you to," Milone called down, an air of annoyance pinching her tone. It was enough that he ruined her quiet; he had to be rude about it too? Before she even stole a glance down the trunk at him, the petite, gangly figure of a girl guessed that he was a Slytherin. Yes, this was rather stereotypical, but he grouchiness had sprouted at his appearance--she figured she had a right to at least think of him that way; if nothing else.
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Feb 28, 2007 2:32:53 GMT
Zachary rolled his eyes, standing still in his spot and tilting his head back to look up at the branches of the tree. "Of course you wouldn't." He said sarcastically, shoving his hands inside his cloak as they were growing numb. "Everyone enjoys falling off high places and landing in a paralyzed heap on the floor."
He moved closer to the tree, his eyes following about a dozen lacewing flies as they scattered up the bark. Frowning in disgust, he pulled out his wand, about to spray a jet of water at them for his own humor, when one of them jumped off the branch and flew straight into his face
Calm and relaxed were two things Zachary definitely was not and he let out a surprised shout as its skinny legs latched onto the bridge of his nose. Of course, said shout echoed across the lake, waking the birds perched sleepily on the girl's tree and they dispersed at once causing the branches to sway.[/color]
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Post by milone on Feb 28, 2007 3:41:28 GMT
Milone grimaced and rolled her pale green eyes in disgust at the fool of a boy. She swung down and kicked the ground where she landed, her orbs flashing with annoyance. If she had to be disturbed at three a.m in the morning, it had to be by him? Life really was not fair.
"You dungbomb," Milone muttered, her fingers scraping against the dirty bark of the tree, not caring about the dirt that was being caked into her fingernails. "What're you doing up at this hour? Some late "fun" with a bunch of first years? How's those fists, of yours, Slyhtherin--strong and well used, I expect?"
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Mar 20, 2007 14:08:19 GMT
Zachary, who was hardly used to working with his hands, looked momentarily dumbfounded. Indignantly, he rose his hands to his face and peered at them feeling distraught, "My hands are hardly calloused, Ravenclaw." He rolled his eyes, leaning against the tree without noticing the mud clinging onto his hair and gathering around his neck.
"Late night fun, maybe. But not the sort you're guessing." He smirked wickedly, when in truth he'd hardly had experience with girls at all.
Then, crossing his arms over his chest, he raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Yourself? Although, from what I've guessed you're trying to purposely damage your neck. There are better ways to get out of class, you know."
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Post by milone on Mar 22, 2007 17:36:22 GMT
"I suppose I ought to trust you on that, serpent," Milone fired back, carefully choosing her words. "You'd know."
What nerve! He looked and acted like he owned the school, got every girl he pleased, and pushed his way around. What a disgusting thing! Perhaps he didn't use his fists much, alright, but a wand was capable of doing much worse anyway. Milone wished he would just shut up and go away--what right did he have to butt in on her quiet thinking?
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Post by Zachary Daniels on Mar 24, 2007 9:16:52 GMT
"You ought to," he said truthfully with a shrug, before peering at the girl inquisitively. She seemed to be getting quite irritated and he smirked, pushing himself off the trunk of the tree and wandering over to her.
"Aren't Ravenclaws known for staying calm and collected?" He walked around her slowly, almost deliberately trying to further aggravate her. "And you still haven't told me what you're doing out here," he added logically, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling. "And here you are, so readily pegging me as the trouble maker.[/color]
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Post by milone on Mar 25, 2007 18:23:55 GMT
"Calm? Not I--and that just proves that people can go against against the majority--I mean, most Slytherins aren't slimy and annoying, but your a living example of going against that!"
She smiled snottily and gave her hair a cool little flip to show him (even fakely) that he wasn't getting to her. Milone heard the boy ask the painful question--why was she here--she grimaced. That was a difficult one. The thing was, Milone seriously wasn't there for any special reason other than plain thinking.
"What do you think I do at three in the morning, Slytherin? Stage conspiracies against your poor house of course--what else? While you're off wishing you were kissing some girl who probably has never spoken to you in your life-- I'm plotting against you. Again, something you'd be pretty accustomed to, plotting."
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