[Courtyard] Stone Cold

[Morgana Wyatt]

Morgana had just finished terrorising a few third years that were in her way when she was on her way to the courtyard. Watching them run off screaming, and one even began to cry, Morgana's face remained emotionless and she waited until they were out of her sight before she continued strutting down the corridor.

Reaching the courtyard doors, she flung them open dramatically, and entered the courtyard like a diva, stepping down the steps in her black open-toe high heels and her fitted black dress, complete with a black mini cardigan with short sleeves. Her wand never left her side, and she carried it in her hand, always prepared.

Stopping at the last step, she observed the courtyard to see it a little busy, still, that never stopped her doing what she wanted, or getting what she wanted. Spotting a quiet corner where a lone bench stood, she walked over to it and sat down to observe the other students in the area. Scowling at a few students who got to close for her liking, they soon moved away.

[Ricky Daine]

As a bunch of third years ran past him screaming, one even crying, Ricky couldnt contain the laugh. Someone was on a terrorising spree, and this someone, Ricky had to find. He watched the third years sprint down the corridor as though their lives depended on it, laughing as he shook his head and walked in the opposite direction.

Ask not want not right? Well Ricky wanted, so he was going to ask, the only problem was he didnt know who was on this spree... Yet. It didnt feel Erys like, no it was more careless than Erys, or even himself was, and this sort of thing was bound to get her caught, though where was the fun without a little risk?

Ricky must have gotten outside the courtyard before Morgana did, because he saw the dramatic entrance. Just like her, he thought to himself with a smirk. Always a dramatic one and she always got what she wanted. A right little daddys girl no doubt. Then again, Ricky wouldnt know, he had never exchanged more than a few words and quick glances with. They were not, as you would say, friends. He wouldnt even class them as aquaintences.

Walking over to the bench where she sat, he leant one foot on it in arrogance infront of her, his signature smirk clean on his face. "I see you've been having yourself some fun," He looked at her stone cold face, Ricky was cold, but in a way that more sly and devious, Morgana was just cold.

[Morgana Wyatt]

Morgana was taking interest in a little lovesick argument between what she reckognised to be two younger years in Ravenclaw. Showing the first emotion of the day, she smirked and was about to intervene when a leg popped up infront of her. Looking up, she saw it was attached to Ricky.

"I see you've been having yourself some fun"

And with that, the smirk of sheer delight that had appeared on Morgana's face had disappered without even a trace. Looking up at him, she raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, My trail of destruction" she simply replied. Crossing her leg over the other, she leaned onto the wall behind the bench and crossed her arms in a defensive position.
"You've been watching me"

[Ricky Daine]

"You leave quite the destruction path in your wake, Morgana"

He was still smirking, and quite arrogantly at that, but hey that was who Ricky was. When she leant back on the bench, Ricky leant forward and on his knee, which was being propped up by his foot on the bench. Ricky watched as she seemed unbothered by his presence, though he wasnt surprised, he would be more surprised if she was as this girl rarely showed emotion of any kind.

"Listen love, I dont need to watch people to be able to tell who does what," Ricky smirked, "You have a pattern, and a rather easy one to spot. The only time I watched you, was when you made your rather dramatic entrace to the courtyard."

Ricky never wasted his time watching people and Morgana never really interested Ricky until now. What could he say, she seemed to have peaked his curiosity a little bit, and since the place was lacking proper Slytherins and real fun, he figured why not.

[Morgana Wyatt]

Morgana looked away from him and focused back onto the quarrelling couple over the other side of the courtyard. Suprisingly enough, the girl slapped her boyfriend, and Morgana couldn't help but give a sharp smirk. She flicked her eyes over to Ricky and back to the couple, as if to say 'Look at that'.

"Well, I do like to make my presence known, Daine".
It was sure enough Morgana was a cold-hearted, thick skinned Slytherin, but when she showed emotion, it was usually happiness at other people's expense. She remembered a time where she saw a huge fight between a group of over-masculine Gryffindors all competing against each other on the lawns. She had been reading a letter from her dear old daddy in a cool dark spot under a tree when it had broken out. They punched each other to pieces, and it actually made her give a laugh at them causing their own self-destruction.

[Ricky Daine]

"Well wouldja look at that"

Ricky smirked when he saw the arguing couple, though gave a short laugh and a clap when the girl slapped her boyfriend. Quarrelling couples were giving Ricky entertainment, was this what the world had come too? Was this what Ricky was going to have to do everyday, watch quarrelling couples, surely there'd be more to life than that!

"Yeah, I do believe you do."

Ricky moved his leg and slumped down on the bench beside Morgana. He too had seen the fight between the two Gryffindors and had been pleasantly pleased that someone had given that overtall one a good thumping. Now that was what Ricky called entertainment, though unfortunatly, nothing else like that had happened lately, the fire had cooled and all that was left was smoke. It was dull.

"Though there isnt much to do that warrents having a presence known."

Ricky sighed, this was true unfortunatly, nothing happened anymore, nobody was even put in detention these days, nothing was fun, nothing was scary so what was the point. There was no drama, no thrill. Come on, Ricky had gotten his kicks a few weeks back because of the love triangle between three ravenclaws and that overgrown Gryffindork.

"When did the fun fly out of the castle?"

[Morgana Wyatt]

Morgana positioned her body a little to angle herself more towards Ricky. Crossing her leg over the other, she placed her hands on top of each other and then onto her knees. Wagging her overlapping leg a little, she sighed.

"True Daine, True" she answered as she watched the quarrel carry on between the arguing couple that was still going on. Looking back at Ricky, she gave a smile. Not very often did anyone see a smile creep across her face without evil laying behind it, but somehow, she felt comfortable with Ricky. She knew where his priorities lay, and she was glad that he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

"You know Daine, your like the male version of me, just less....dramatic" she said, raising an eyebrow. She didn't like to be too overfriendly with folk, even if they were Slytherin's.

[Katya Ilychovich]

{ Time to give you someone better to terrorise! xD Just dont kill her, alright? }

Silence. It was a sanctuary: a peaceful place, a comfort. Or it could be an excrutiatingly painful, constant reminder that no one was listening. No one. Nowhere. This time it was the latter, when a pair of Slytherin's took to complimenting themselves over a recent victory, while people ran off crying loud, gasping sobs. Despite their heartbreak, they took for granted their ability to make themselves heard. Katya could hear them running, but most of all, their breaths, their pained voices as they told their friends, seeking comfort. So much for granted..

It was suicide, sitting there in the courtyard, wearing a flowing white sundress and her jean jacket. Sitting on a stone bench further off from the menacing twosome, watching with ice blue eyes and listening with extremely keen ears. You had to adapt, whatever happened; lose one of the six senses, and the others became more acute. No need for supersensory cat senses, or reflexes, that the infamous Erys Grace possessed. No, Kitty had only herself and her disability to thank. For that, she was grateful at least. They wouldn't notice her, hopefully, as no one had for five of the longest years in her entire life.

For a time there was a troubled look on her face. Why were they so harsh, the words sprouting from the girl with the cold expression? She could speak! She could sing, she could hear the sound of breath on her lips. Yet she chose to use that to cause terror and tears. Katya hoped for the briefest moment that yet again, everyone would ignore her, and spare her from the torment of those two. The anxiety was too much, she had to leave. Hesitating only a little while, the Ravenclaw stood up, turning her back to them and preparing to leave.[/color]