[Lawns] Take a little trip with me (open)

[Caleb Russo]

November was always the same: the days grew shorter, the nights longer. And in December, it was the same, just the days growing more and more shorter. The same was for Caleb, in a way. As the weather became colder, his patience shorter. Something about the cold weather made him on the edge, wanting to punch the first person who dared to ruin his day.

Much like today. His friends had decided it would be funny if they soaked his clothing, and hung them outside, making them hard and stiff. He had awoken to a shaded room, only to find the shade being his trousers. The other windows in his room revealed his shirt, his socks, his cloak, and best of all, his boxer shorts. After much struggle, Caleb had pulled his clothing in. He would've left them out there, but of course his beloved friends had decided to steal his other clothing as well.

After basically setting his clothes on fire, and stuffing food down his throat, he ran off to class, giving his friends dirty looks all the while. The day seemed to drag on from that point, and his friends avoided coming within ten feet of him. They hadn't bothered to stop snickering though. By the time all his classes were over, Caleb was seething, and wanted to punch the living day lights out of his friends.

They were pretty good at hiding though, and after class he couldn't find them any where to pummel them into the ground. Deciding that it wasn't best to bottle so much anger (the words of his mother circling in his head) he made his way to the grounds, and pouted under a tree.

Sitting down, and leaning his head back, Caleb let the anger roll out of his body. Soon, he was completely relaxed, and just closed his eyes. For the longest time, he was relaxed, and silent. Then, leaves began falling on to him. And then some more, and soon, his relaxed mood was destroyed. Turning himself, he figured his friends were to blame why he was no a pile of leaves. "Oi! You mind!" After a minute, Caleb realized it wasn't his friends, leaving him embarrassed.

[Kristiana Thorn]

The place was gigantic. Half the time there was no way to tell which way was up and which way was down. The school had tricks it liked to play on the students making it hard for them to get where they had to go when stairs decided to change, or trick steps decided to hold you hostage until someone arrived to help you. Then as if that wasn't bad enough the portraits enjoyed getting you lost on your way to classes the thought it funny if you were late especially if you received a telling off for it. No matter how hard she try Kristi was having a heck of a time getting used to the place. Not like she hadn't been in a school before but at the boarding school everything stayed in one place nothing moved around on its own.

Today was a bad day she was late to three classes that morning and now she was being forced to serve several days of detention. At least she didn't have points taken off that would have just made her year. The other Slytherins didn't seem to like her much as it was. As the last bell went off the sounds was like sweet music. Kristi grabbed her things and got right out of there. Now she just had to figure out where to go. She had no friends to speak of us just yet so it's not as if she could go find someone to hang with.

This blew chunks she was beginning to think her parents were right for keeping her away from this school. So far things weren't progressing and she was getting more and more miserable the longer she stayed here. From the distance she saw a door open and there was a brilliant light. Someone had just gone outside. Brilliant idea at least outside she could stand around alone and not look like a total buffoon.

The door opened once again and this time it was Kristi who had gone out of it. Climbing down the stairs she tried to find a nice spot to brood. There was this tree that caught her eye there were leaves falling all around it. Something about the leaves changing color and falling made it truly feel like fall was arriving. Head up, hand over her eyes to shield it from the sun Kristi stood at the base of the tree admiring mother natures work. A voice came from down below and her head snapped down to see a boy who looked unhappy. Kristi had never seen him before and had no idea what she had done to get the sort of response from him. "Yes I do mind being yelled at that way. I haven't done anything wrong you know," she snapped at him.

[Molly Fawner]

The castle was slowly and slowly dripping into madness, and the change in atmosphere did not go unnoticed. There were no longer quiet little places of refuge to sit and simply exist, breathing and living away from the chaos of, as muggles put it, high school. This being said, the Gryffindor hadn't strode around unaffected by it, whatever the thing was. She could feel it struggling inside of her, like a constant hand pressing on the inside of her stomach. One time it had been so strong the wind had been shoved out of her. Today though it was.. Peaceful; the calm before the storm. It was odd though, how the professors didn't notice much. At least they hadn't let on though, probably to prevent mass panic or something of the sort. With this in mind Molly had retreated to the grounds, dodging a flaming clump of grass as it threatened to singe her hair before taking refuge beside a large tree.. But it wasn't long before she began to climb it. Hiking higher and higher, her fingers soon raw from scraping against the bark of each branch and chunk of bark, the Gryffindor soon reached a nice, thick perch, and dangling her feet over each end, straddling it.

She hadn't spotted Caleb or the Slytherin girl when she tottered, slamming her hands around leaves and branches to steady herself so she wouldn't come rocketing towards the ground. Steadying herself, Molly then realised that all the branches she had held were bare of their leaves, and she glanced below at her fellow Gryffindor nearly completely camoflauged underneath a pile of them. He accused the Slytherin of foulplay, and Molly scrunched her lips up, parting them slowly to reply, "Now Russo, dont go blaming her. You knew I'd get you back eventually for pinning a toad to my robes in potions class." She was only teasing though, and a small smile broke her face. Swinging down and dangling for a moment, she soon released the wood, dropping down as gracefully as a teenage girl could before landing hard, but steadily, on her feet. "Apologies, mate." Molly helped dust the last bit of leaves off him. "I grabbed them trying to, you know, not plummet to my death." Laughing a little she slapped a bit of dust from the knees of her jeans, angling herself so she had both her housemate and the Snake in view. "Hi." Well she didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Molly had been in a few classes of Caleb's, she recognised his face well enough, with the few shenanigans and such, but she hadn't really spoken to him. They were.. Aquaintances, lets say. But the Slytherin? Hadn't seen her. Ever. Strange.. She usually had a general idea of everyone's identities, or at least she was a little aware of them. Either she was new, or Molly had been drunk out of her bloody mind when she saw her, and hadn't remembered afterwards.

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[Caleb Russo]

Standing up at the sound of a voice, he could've sworn he heard something in the tree. But, his suspicions were erased as a Slytherin snapped at him. Of course Grunting, his mouth pulled into a frown. "Well, I don't see anyone else around," he retorted. It wasn't like him to wrongly accuse people, and normally he wasn't one to pull too much house hate. But the weather seemed to be playing tricks with his mind.

A voice then came from the tree, and Caleb immediately thought he was going insane, until it mentioned potions class. Smirking, he watched as Molly swung down from the tree. "It was all in the course of fun and games." Not many of his friends were in his potions class, but enough to make him pull some pranks. One particular day, Molly Fawner was the victim. And the class just so happened to be using toads that day.

Dusting some of the leaves off, he felt slightly embarrassed by the fact he began pointing the finger before getting all the facts. Of course, opposing houses hardly ever said 'sorry' to each other, but Caleb made the effort in hopes this Slytherin wouldn't gather some friends and beat him down. "Sorry. Misunderstanding." He simply muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets, and shrugging.

Yes, he did feel bad for assuming such things. But really? What was he supposed to think? She was a Slytherin, he was a Gryffindor. The two houses who possibly had the longest history of rivalry. Plus, he had figured she was working for some of the Slytherins he had tricked into walking into the girls' bathrooms. "No hard feelings, right?" What he really was saying: don't get your Slytherin friends on my ass, I don't have the patience today.

Caleb was attempting to lighten his mood bit by bit, hoping he would try to attack someone for supposedly insulting him. Removing one of his hands from his pockets, he ran it through his hair, before returning it to it's starting position. It was a habit he simply couldn't break. Especially one in front of girls, regardless of their house.

[Kristiana Thorn]

Oh hell her and her lousy temper, mother always said it was her biggest
detriment. Pretty face, sharp wit, but a lousy attitude she said time and
time again. Kristi never listened she prone to go off the handle even if the
situation did not warrant such behavior like now. Making friends had proved
challenging enough without her going around alienating strangers. The tone she
took with him was unnecessary and she actually realized it. Prepared to make
apologies she opened her mouth to speak, but before anything of substance could
come out they were joined by the true culprit. A pretty and vivacious girl
appeared from behind the tree Kristi never saw her nor did the other boy. Good
thing there was someone doing it because she was starting to think the other boy
was crazy.

As it so happens the two kids knew each other maybe they belonged the same house
she was horrible at remembering the different colors and all that. Who knows
maybe they date or something. Whatever they were all she knew was that the boy
hadn't sounded half as annoyed at her, still she could learn to act more human
when in the presence of normal people. Just because she was a Slytherin it
doesn't mean she has to be a witch. Putting on her nice face she listened to
their friendly banter sort of wishing she had someone to be so free and easy
with. So far all she seemed to get were eye rolls and laughter.

All too soon attention seemed to shift it looked as if she was the one being
wondered about. The spotlight didn't bother her as long as she knew why she was
in it. Shifting from right foot to left foot Kristi a hello and then the boy tried to make a mends with her, he seemed just as eager to put their unpleasantness behind them as she was.

"Hi there and it's more than OK I'm sorry I was so short with you before I just haven't had the best day here and well I didn't like being blamed for something I didn't do. Anyway it's all well and good. I'm Kristiana Thorn, new here just started." Leaning against the tree she tried not to stare too hard at the other two hoping they wouldn't treat her like everyone else was treating her.

[Molly Fawner]

At the apology, a curt one but an apology none the less, Molly scrunched her face up for a moment, relaxing it with a small grin. She couldn't expect him to be anything but himself, and if that self happened to be cautious around Slytherins, well so be it. It wasn't as if Miss Thorn could blame him; though she just transferred in she must have already realised the tensions between the two houses. Or rather the tension between Slytherin and all the other houses. Molly herself had a more practical approach, preferring to keep to Gryffindor but not above making friends with Snakes, so long as she wasn't provoked. Have a problem with her, she'll have a problem with you, and vice versa. Thankfully though this Kristiana seemed very nice, seemed being the operative word here, but Molly wasn't the suspicious type, so you wouldn't find her pointing fingers with pre-judgements of anyone. "I'd get used to the treatment, comes with the snake on your robes." She replied calmly, gesturing with her eyes towards the serpent on the Slytherin crest, a relaxed smile on her face. "I'm Molly. Grumpy here is Caleb." Snaking her hand around the side of her neck to cup her hand there, whether from the chill or just habit, the Gryffindor rested the other palm on her hips, deciding instead to release said body parts and cross her legs gracefully on the ground.

Looking up again at Caleb, who seemed to have every muscle clenched--including some from behind--she laughed, "Stand down, Russo, no need to be tense." Patting the ground beside her the Gryffindor then turned to Kristiana, beckoning her as well. "So if you're nice, why were you sorted into Slytherin? Assuming the Sorting Hat wasn't drunk there must have been a reason." Resting her hands on her knees and leaning her back against the tree, Molly wet her lips, wrapping her sweater tighter around her as an early winter breeze billowed around them. Every so often a stray scream or angry conversation would carry to them, but she ignored it, really not wanting to get involved with the chaos in the castle. Didn't seem to have affected the three of them so far, thank goodness; she'd finally be able to carry a decent conversation! Unlike last time, when she was accused of hocking pudding spoons and selling them to the house elves for five galleons a piece. Now that was truly insane. They weren't that much coin! Much less.

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[Caleb Russo]

Smirking at Molly as she made an odd face at his apology to the Slytherin, he ran a hand subconsciously through his hair. Before he could open his mouth, Molly had introduced him. Nodding, he shrugged. "Not having a good day myself." What else could he say? They were opposing houses. Even though she didn't seem to know anything about the houses, he couldn't stoop to a level that appreciated Slytherins. Gryffindors vs. Slytherins; that's how it's been for centuries.

Sitting himself down next to Molly, he himself could tell his mood was lightening bit by bit. Yeah, he still wanted to punch a hole in a wall, just not as much anymore. Stretching his legs out in front of him, and leaning back on his arms, he looked up at Kristina, expecting her to sit down as well. That was the thing about Gryffindors- they always expect you to do what you're told. Or at least, that's how Caleb saw it.

Once again, a hand ran through his hair, before putting it back down on the ground. "My brother said one year someone happened to give him a little whiskey. 'Said that more than half the students had to be re-sorted." Snickering, he left out the part that it had been his brother's friends who had done the deed. "'Course, he was fine afterwards. Feel bad for the ol' ... hat." Anthony and Caleb hadn't spoken much recently, but when they did, it was either a bicker, or a memory of his Hogwarts Days. That was it. It was fight or friend at home. Lately, it had been fight. And those rare occasions, they were friend with a story.

Anger bubbled in him at the thought of Anthony. The goat. he thought, frowning. Catching himself before he sat there looking like he was glaring at the tree, he left his expression blank for a moment. There was no need for him to get the anger raising again. Who knew what he might shout out? Especially around these two girls. There was no need for him to be offending them when he was starting to boil down.

(-dies- Terrible post. I can't think. Forgive me.)