[R.of.R] If You Dare ((OPEN))

[Jason Walker]

Anticipation.

That's what was tiding Jason over. He had hastily made his way up to the room of inquirements when a sudden rage washed over him. Why? He wasn't even sure.

Confusion.

He sure the hell was. As he stepped into the room, a single piece of equipment came into view; a punching bag with the house colours of yellow and black painted upon it. Excellent, the room always knew what he needed.

Rage.

The Slytherin was filled with it. Balling his hands into fists, he jabbed at the punching bag once. And boy, did it feel grand. From then on, he continued to punch, kick, knee and blast spells at the defenseless piece of machinery. One blow after another, and another, and another. Why did he keep seeing what did?

Time.

Had flown by as Jason let out his anger on the machine. It had been minutes, if not hours that he had spent assaulting the punching bag relentlessly. Sure, he took the time to work out what was in his mind, but one question remained.

Why.

Not even Jason himself knew. The visions had come to him night after night, assaulting him just as he was with the punching bag. But what for? What were the meanings behind the dreams? So many questions, yet no answers.

The Slytherin was brushed out of his stupor by the sound of the door handle jiggling. Who's there? It was certainly odd that he would be disturbed while in the Room of Requirements, but maybe someone else had come to let off some anger or perhaps just to think?

Jason swung around to face the door and put up his bloody knuckles in defense, just incase someone had followed him. Though, he wasn't unwelcome to any new company, perhaps they could provide him with some answers?[/color]

[Alicia Kennedy]

With a huge immovable grin plastered on her face, Ali wormed her way around the castle in search of her brother to tell him the great news in which he was sure to be proud of his little sister. The excitement threatened to boil over and she did her best to keep it simmering and let her excitement out when she actually saw her brother Bryn. Dodging the gathering crowd around the quidditch team annoucements that had just been pinned up in the great hall, Ali ran away grinning so hard that she thought she would be stuck like that for a good few hours because she had made it as chaser. As she ran away with the new news she eventually gave up running up every set of stairs as it wasn’t getting her any further than she hoped and opted for brisk walking instead.

As she walked down a corridor, unsure of what floor she was even on anymore, she noticed a large wooden door and the intricate detailing caught her eye. Walking curiously towards it, she heard a muffed banging within and fingering the vines carved into the wood, she pushed open the door gently, peeking her head round. As she focused her eyes towards the centre of the room she was greeted with two bloody fists which shocked her for a moment, causing an irregular breath to erupt from her and a hand to clutch at her chest.

“Merlin’s beard!” she exclaimed as she jumped slightly on the spot from shock. As she looked behind the fists she realised it was a slytherin, and she began to think her day had gone from good to bad within a matter of moments.
“Oh erm” she stuttered unsure how he would react to a Hufflepuff being in his presence. Taking a closer look at his fists, she frowned and walked in to the room nearing the snake and his rather ruined knuckles.
“Are you alright?” she asked concerned.

[Jason Walker]

“Merlin’s beard!”

Jason stood firmly as he narrowed his hazel eyes at the Hufflepuff before lowering his fists. "Reaction. Sorry." He managed to mumble while wiping away the sweat from his brow.

"Are you alright?” she asked concerned.

The Slytherin didn't even take the time out of his 'workout' to check out his knuckles, let alone feel the pain until now. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you." He replied. The only thing that betrayed his quick answer to the Hufflepuff was the twitch of pain in his right eye, indicating that his knuckles were indeed, not 'alright'. Not like he would admit it, though.

With a shake of the head, he returned his gaze to hers. "How did you find this room, anyways? I thought it was suppose to be private to who ever is in it.." His voice eventually trailed off into mumblings of 'special girl' or something to that affect. Jason's eyebrow was cocked as he looked to her with anticipation etched into his features.

"Well?" He wasn't one to make wait, that's for sure.[/color]