[Lawns] Why does this happen?

[alessatassarosso]

Alessa sat in the middle of the field. The sun was setting and was sending orange yellow and purple colours into the sky, and making the clouds glisten.
She sighed and hugged her legs.
She felt at home out here, but she felt so alone. Nobody ever really understood her, all her friends just seemed to care about makeup and shopping.
She heard a twig snap behind her. She turned around quickly and saw someone walking towards her...

[dahlia]

The day for Dahlia had been uneventful; consisting of nothing more than petty sneers and taunting jeers. She was a Slytherin after all, but why, she knew not. She should be in Gryffindor, whooping it up with a bunch of friends and ignoring the hateful whispers of the serpent housemates. But no, something dark in her future firmly prevented that. Whatever will happen later on shouldn't have an effect on what she did now. Somehow, she guessed, it did.

Retreating from the castle on to the lawns, for some peace and quiet, Dahlia caught a glimpse of a girl sitting alone. Her back was to her, so she couldn't tell what house she was in. Not like it mattered to her, she was probably the nicest Slytherin in her house. Deciding to suck it up and sit beside her, she began her approach, trampling a brittle twig in her wake. It was a good thing she wasn't sneaking around, or else she'd be good and locked up by now.

"Hi." Dahlia greeted her, crossing her legs and sitting beside her, "You look like you've had a bad day." Though there was nothing special about her, she found herself very intuitive when it came to people's emotions.[/color]

[alessatassarosso]

Alessa watched the girl as she came over to her and sat next to her, crossing her legs.
"Hey" she said, sort of sleepily.
"No, I'm fine. I'm enjoying the view. I just feel a little lonely I suppose" she continued to say, looking back over to the beautiful scenery before them.
"Are you alright?" she asked, looking back to the girl once again, leaning her head on her arms that were ontop of her knees.
"I'm Alessa, by the way" she said smiling at the girl.
She finally noticed the girl she was talking to, well, that she was talking to a Slytherin. She didn't think she was faking being friendly, with slytherin's you could usually tell whether they were being sarcastic, but this girl was different somehow, she seemed honest and open.

[blackdahlia]

It was official. Dahlia was getting seventh-year-itus, and it was only her sixth year. The Slytherin had been dumped with so much homework she couldn't take it! The Professor's were acting as though NEWTS were next week. In Potions Dahlia had almost jumped up and screamed 'WE HAVE ANOTHER BLOODY YEAR!' after being assigned an eight inch essay on, ironically, newt eggs.

Therefore, after dinner, which had been stuffed with History of Magic, Dahlia needed a break. She had stormed out of the Great Hall, tripped a second year Ravenclaw on her way out. She sighed as the outdoor air hit her lungs. She could breathe again.

Nothing made Dahlia feel more at home than punishing someone for her pain. Luckily as she walked across the lawn, she spotted two girls. Neither looked incredibly happy from the way they were sitting, which actually made Dahlia smile. As she got closer she recognized them.

"Ah, If it isn't Dahlia number 2 and boil-face." She smiled as she rounded the girls, looking at there faces. "I almost didn't recognize you Hufflepuff without mashed Chicken all over your face!" She smiled and put her hands on her hips. "Enjoying the view? " She asked, plopping herself down next to her fellow Slytherin.

[Helena Martin]

"I sure am. How very bee-bloody-eautiful." Helena sighed in a rather weird manner, puffing her cheeks and blowing out as she plopped down next to Alessa and the two Slytherins as if she had no energy to walk any further. Helena closed her eyes for a moment, obviously extremely tired. She then turned to Alessa,
"Hey, you having a rough day too?" Helena's day wasn't exactly 'rough', Helena was an optimist anyways. No, it was just extremely tiring. Helena took off her fedora and smiled a little.

[blackdahlia]

"Another one." Dahlia sighed. For a brief moment the Slytherins had out numbered the Hufflepuffs. However, apparently this one was following behind her, practically on her heels. What a loser.

"A horribly rough day. I had to hex two Gryffindors for walking slow in the hall. The Jelly-legs really worked well. They stopped walking all together." Dahlia said with a smirk, nudging Dahlia #2, but she doubted she appreciated the work she had done. Softy.

"Nice hat." She said, eying the strange hat. She believed she saw her grandfather wear one just like it, but he had stopped wearing it after her mother told him it looked stupid. Dahlia laughed at the fact that the girl was clueless to how stupid she was. Dahlia thought that the school should add something to the Hufflepuff's qualities. Hard working, friendly, and stupid.

[Helena Martin]

Helena responded, "You know, if they can't walk they can't get out of your way at all since they're just useless lumps in the hallway."
Quite honestly, it's really stupid unless you enjoy hexing others. Which she probably does. Helena thought.

"And thanks about the hat. It was my grandfathers and I like it a lot." (OOC: Couldn't resist!) The fedora's houndstooth print fabric was wearing thin at the edges and Helena had covered up several mysterious stains with patches and her infamous button collection.

(OOC: I'd imagine it looks something like this: i27.tinypic.com/35k4gzn.png
Yeah, I have no life, googling 'houndstooth print fedora' xD)

[dahlia]

For a while it felt like everything was sped up, thrown into fast-forward on some cheap DVD, and Dahlia hadn't the tongue to respond. Finally she muttered, "Yes, fine.." To the girl's earlier question, and that was that. Raising her eyebrows as the other Dahlia arrived, she bit her lip decisively, wondering who to side with. Her snotty house mate, or a nice girl who might possibly be her friend. But she'd have a much stronger base and allie if she went with the one who shared her name. Decisions, decisions..

Snapped completely out of her wandering thoughts, the Slytherin just managed to catch the comment and the nudge before she grinned. "Very nice. Have you tried Tarantellegra yet? Erys told me it works very well." In fact, the seventh year had informed her it was one of her favorite spells. Or rather jinxes.

Rubbing her temples, the Slytherin sighed, "Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today." Which they could probably tell.

[blackdahlia]

Dahlia wrinkle her nose. She didn't actually expect the Hufflepuff to agree with her, but then again, Dahlia doubted she knew what she had meant. Really Dahlia could have just stepped over to the side and moved, but the hex seemed so much more fun. "Lumps. Right." Dahlia said, rolling her eyes.

"Of course I have." She smiled at the other Dahlia. Maybe she wasn't as soft as Dahlia thought. "However, I believe my knee-reversing jinx is so much stronger." Dahlia said, looking at the two Hufflepuffs. She would show them, but they were all sitting. You need to be standing to get the full effect. "I have seen Erys take a go at it though, it is one of her strong points." Dahlia said frowning.

Dahlia couldn't wait till Erys left the bloody school. Dahlia knew that she was all that stood in front of her and the title of queen of Slytherin. Just leave why don't you.

Dahlia rolled her eyes at the Hufflepuff again. At least the other didn't talk. However, the hat wearing one was rather dumb. Apparently she didn't get that Dahlia was making fun of her. Dahlia burst out laughing as the girl explained it was her grandfathers. Really. It was too good. "Leave it to you in his will." Dahlia said, regaining her composer. She he was dead. Anyone who once wore or is wearing that hat deserves to die. Dahlia was contemplating killing the Hufflepuff right now, however, it was only a dream she had. A lovely dream.

[Helena Martin]

"Sure, why not?" Helena said. "Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to be offended? Understanding you're being insulted isn't the spaghetti junction or anything. Well, Jesus Christ on a Popsicle stick, I actually don't care about your insults."

A normal person would have preferred to be left alone, but Helena partially craved a debate. At a muggle school, she took a class on speech and debate. She remembered enjoying it greatly, along with journalism and improvisation/theatre.

[blackdahlia]

"Where did you learn to talk like that?" Dahlia said with a smirk. "Honestly, I can't follow anything you're saying." She turned toward the other Slytherin. "Best if she doesn't talk, don't you agree Dahlia numero dos?"

Dahlia hoped that she would have some back up in the other Slytherin. She knew that she was a softy, and wasn't actually a good Slytherin, but so few of them were now a days. Dahlia saw Slytherins walking to class with other houses, eating at other tables, letting other houses eat at their table. It was sickening. Dahlia was fed up with it all.

"C'mon." She nudged the other Dahlia. "Lets get out of here." Dahlia smiled. "It not like you were enjoying talking to these losers, right." Dahlia glared at Dahlia. "Oh, please..." She groaned, taking out her wand and playing with it, letting it slip between her fingers.

[Helena Martin]

Helena smiled and simply twirled her hat around casually (see: Cornelius Fudge only not nervous) wondering how fast she would have to spin it before it turned grey. How fast does a zebra have to fun before it turns grey? If your eye moves quick enough, could it look grey?

Helena vaguely heard an insult or other, "...those losers...", but the Dahlias' voices were somewhere barely in the corner of her mind, their voices muffled by some crazy thoughts that Helena deemed more important.