[Forest] Goodness Gracious, Great Balls Of Fire!

[Miles Blaize]

As the sun set over the mountains surrounding Hogwarts, the colours seemed to melt into the lake and spread across its waters, like multicoloured ink has been spilt onto the surface. The sun was warm, and the clouds had disappeared leaving only a bright orange sky. Things like this however, didn’t faze Miles, and he never did truly appreciate the beauty of a sunset or anything like it. He was too much of a man’s man to actually sit and stare at it, or look out at the stars and take in all their beauty. If asked, he would look and simply state they were big balls of gas, and that was that. Of course the only gas he found beautiful was his own.

As a small bottom burp erupted from him, he burst out into laughter before wafting it towards his mate, a Gryffindor. Why he was a Ravenclaw he didn’t understand, but he didn’t question it too much, it wasn’t like it was a life sentence. Grinning as he got up off the house table, he walked out, picking at the bread roll and throwing the small chunks into his mouth as he made his way out to the lawns. Squinting slightly as the dull castles surrounding changed within one footstep into brightness, he pulled his aviator sunglasses from his shirt collar and slipped them over his eyes to shield them. As he continued down the lawns he was still throwing bread into his mouth, and mostly missing when he realised his little walk had taken him straight to the mouth of the forbidden forest. Throwing another piece at his open mouth, it landed directly on his tongue and he began to chew as he looked deep into the forest, tempted to go in.

Deciding he would go in when it reached dark and not be a wimp and go in when it was still light, he sat on a nearby rock, letting the minutes pass by watching the sky for the first time with baited breath and actually paying attention to it for once.

[Erys Grace]

Dull.

With all this waiting around for the term to be over--no one familiar around to converse with either, surprise surprise--it was a wonder Erys didn't go mad for a second time in a long while. The last time this happened she dropped six sizes, looking terribly skeletal and gaunt without even realising it was happening. Somehow everything was a rerun of before, a sequel so similar no one even bothered staring at the title, let alone pay for entrance and popcorn. The boyfriend vanishes, the best friend ups and vanishes. Truth be told Erys hadn't been around much either, concentrating a lot on her studies and finishing up the last tidbits of homework before heaving herself into the world of employment and suckage.. But that left them no reason to at least hang out together! If only she could find them. Hm.

She itched to be outside, to run free and wild, to feel the wind buffering against her fur.. With the sunlight wearing thin and night-time approaching, it was the perfect condition for her to excuse herself and spend a few hours outside. Slipping out was no problem, everyone thought she was a regular cat in the shadows anyhow, and before long Erys was out, nearing the Forbidden Forest to the side and not in the middle. More centered, she found, was a lad sitting on a big rock. Hm. In the forest now, Erys kept deathly quiet, keeping to the cover of the trees while advancing towards him. Smirking, she contorted her face, cat ears exploding from the top of her head and her nose shrinking into her face. Fur exploded from her skin, and her eyes enlarged and pupils slitted. But she stayed that way, instead of transforming fully. She remained a horrifyingly, disgustingly appearing monster before breaking from the treeline, a gutteral snarl grating from her throat. If Erys would have looked at herself, even she would have stepped back--she didn't even look human!

Taking a swipe with a large, mangled, clawed hand/paw/thing, Erys snarled again, leaping at the boy as spit flung from her jaws.[/color]

[Miles Blaize]

Giving a big sigh, Miles was boring himself awaiting the setting of the sun so he could venture into the forest in the dark, and he knew it was a good idea for him to shrink a handful of beers into his back pocket. Pulling one out, he shot his wand out of his sleeve and flicked it at the bottle. The glass soon expanded and filled itself completely, and Miles twisted off the top and took a long swig of the warm beer. Okay, so it wasn't exactly ideal to have warm beer, but it was better than nothing.

Hearing a small rustle at the mouth of the forest, Miles lowered his bottle and twisted his head to the side to see what it was. Leaning forward slightly, he could not see anything and simply shrugged it off as some sort of bird flapping about in there.
As soon as he turned his head back towards the lake, the sound happened again. Snapping his head back to look at the forest, he stood up and walked forward, still holding his bottle. As the earth beneath his converse sunk slightly, he peered into the forest. All within a split second, a hiss, then something jumped him, causing him to stumble backwards and shout 'whoah!' before finally falling on his back. Holding it back off of him, it's spit flying onto his face, (he was just glad he was wearing aviators) he pushed it off of him before crawling backwards a few steps and stumbling to get up, swearing to himself all the while.

"What in jesus name is that!" he said, before turning around and looking at the quite ugly thing.Pulling his wand out again from his sleeve, he took the battle stance, and kept shifting his weight onto each foot. Blinking furiously, he lifted his aviators to get a good look at the creature properly. Pointing his long wand at it, he was utterly confused at what the hell had just happened. Looking down at his hand, he realised that in all the ruckus he had dropped his beer.
"Now look what you made me do! I spilt my beer!" He said, disappointed before summoning it back to his hand and pointing the wand back at the thing in front of him.

[Erys Grace]

"What in jesus name is that!"

And when she heard something about him dropping his beer, her snarl was cut short by an odd, guttural noise, that rumbled low and broken from her throat. Human hands on her knees now, Erys Grace keeled over with laughter, the fur sucking back into her skin and her ears moving back to the side of her head. Eyes blinking back to normal and whiskers shooting back into her cheeks, the Slytherin then stood there laughing, having smelt the fear, ripe and intoxicating, emmanate from his puny form. "Oh.. My.. God.." She managed to choke out while falling over and clutching at her stomach, hardly able to breathe with how good she got him. Seeing him stand there with his wand out at her, eyes bulging like a deer in the headlights, the Slytherin took another minute or two before calming down. "Hello there, Erys Grace, pleased to make your aquaintance." She said cheerfully, sticking her hand out, knowing full well he'd probably punch her in the face rather than accept the shake. Ah, well, she'd kill him after if he did that.

"Sorry about the beer, mate." She grinned cheekily, whisking her wand as another one--identical brand and everything--appeared in her other hand. "Here." Erys offered him, figuring she'd have to be a little nicer than usual if she didn't want him to report her to the Headmaster. "Planning a little excursion into the forest, little Claw? Best watch out for the beasties in there, you might just get eaten next time." She continued to grin, a mischevious gleam in her eyes.[/color]

[Miles Blaize]

As he stood there, his wand a clear extention of his arm, blinking furiously, he noticed in between blinks the form of the, well, whatever it was was changing, and changing back into a human. Miles just stood staring, gobsmacked at what had just happened, and what this thing was now changing forms into. Letting out a small nervous giggle as the girl began to laugh, he soon began to burst out into laughter like her.

"What the hell woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack!" he said, clutching his heart in his free hand, before looking at his beer bottle again that was now laying on the floor seemingly concussed as it rolled side to side in a dip in the floor. The beer had poured out and was now creating a small stream of beer leading towards the forest.
"Well that's another beer gone to waste" he smiled as the girl introduced herself and held out her hand.

"You know, I wouldn't of minded, but next time make sure I don't have a beer in my hand" he joked, wiping his dry dirty hand on his jeans before extending his hand to hers and gripping it.
"Miles Blaize" he continued, before giving a small cough, wiping both hands on his jeans, and wiping the dust off his butt. Pulling his aviators back down over his eyes, he looked at Erys as she offered him another beer.
"Thanks, but you have it, i'm fully loaded" he smirked, pulling a minature bottle from his back pocket only for him to reveal they were all broken.

"On second thoughts, I'll take that off your hands, thanks" he said cheekily.
"The Forest? Yes ma'am. Althought i'm not so sure now. I think i'll go in after this beer" he grinned. As his heart beat slowed to normal rate once again, he sat back down on the rock, clutching the beer as if for dear life.
"So what are you doing round here? Except for making me waste my drink of course"

[Erys Grace]

"What the hell woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack!"

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Erys wiped another tear from her eye as laughter threatened to overwhelm her again. "Actually, that was the plan.. Looks like I'll have to try something else next time." She grinned with a wink, about to bring the bottle to her lips when he decided he'd take her up on her offer, and the delicious drink was gone from her hand. Staring at the place it used to occupy, the Slytherin shrugged, zapping another one up and downing it quickly. By the way he was emphasizing how she made him spill his beloved beer, and how he pulled on out his back pocket then accepted hers, she assumed he was one hardcore alcoholic. Or at least he enjoyed his drinks, and a lot. ..next time don't do it with a drink in my hand! At this Erys arched an eyebrow, but she smirked, and nodded.

"Scaring little boys." Erys replied smoothly, a teasing look in her eye. "Actually, I just felt like stretching my legs." She was a little surprised he hadn't asked her about what the hell she did back there with the transforming and the contortion, but maybe he already knew she was an animagi. He might have assumed it, though with the drinking she didn't figure him to be an extremely intelligent person. One that was a lot of fun to drink with, probably. That wasn't enough ground to make her feel disgusted in his presence, so that was good. Most Claws were alright anyhow.[/font][/color]

[Miles Blaize]

Miles sat on the rock, slightly bewildered at her previously ugly form to in fact reveal a rather pleasant looking woman. It was like Jekyll and Hyde and the thought of seeing the catlike human hybrid form of Erys Grace again did not fill his mind with happy thoughts. “You can come and sit near me you know, I don’t bite. You on the other hand...” he smirked.

“Don’t ever change into that...that...thing again will you? That was just messed up. What were you, a cat or something?” he asked still in total confusion at the hybrid. It was disgusting to behold, and the spit was just the icing on the cake. “Next time, say it don’t spray it” he chuckled, wiping the spit from his face on his shirt before pulling off his aviators and cleaning them. As the sun was finally setting, the last slithers of sunlight were just peering over the lake and it would be a matter of minutes before it was gone.

“So will you be joining me on my little adventure quest into the forest today Erys?”