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Post by Melusine Laurent on Jun 30, 2008 0:28:15 GMT
I’ll never let you leave your tower,
Melusine Laurent placed a cool hand onto the owlery door. She let her forehead rest against the hard and ridged wood of it, closing her eyes. Sometimes the start of the year was so difficult. She nearly missed the summer already, where she was home with her cousin Wolf and their friend Fox, both out of Hogwarts, both Ravenclaws. House rivalry had always bothered her, no matter who was involved. However, she couldn't say that she really liked many people from Slytherin, either. So perhaps she was lying to herself. Melusine lifted her head, pulled at the large iron door handle, and let herself inside the owlery, and was greeted warmly.
The hoots of hundreds of owls met her ears, and Melusine smiled, and brushed her thin mousy brown hair back behind her ears. She stepped carefully, unwilling to step in any of the pellets the owls had regurgitated. She looked smart in pale blue jeans and a soft, red-amber colored tunic over a long-sleeved white shirt. Her shoes were converse, as usual. Her shoulder-length hair was down, but framed her angular face and accented her kohl-lined, light blue eyes. Melusine perched on the windowsill as owls swooped over her and beside her. Only one of them stopped, and landed lightly onto her knee.
It was a barred owl, one she'd come to know from her frequent owlery visits in previous years. She hadn't named him, but she almost felt like he belonged to her. His brown eyes drilled into her, but he settled quickly, and tucked his head beneath a mottled murky brown and cream feathered wing. He knew Melusine well enough to know she didn't have her letter finished yet. But this time Melusine had started it- she merely needed a few finishing touches. A black and gold striped quill appeared in her hands as well as a small roll of parchment. She scribbled a few more sentences, mostly, 'Tell Fox that I miss him, too. It hasn't really been busy around here, and there hasn't been too much trouble, but I'm sure that he would make it more interesting for all of us.' Her dear friend, Fox. Wolf would understand.
She jostled the owl without meaning to. She thought that maybe she'd heard the owlery door swing open, and then shut quickly, but she wasn't sure. Melusine couldn't see much besides the owls swopping in and out, carrying prey, or still-tied scrolls to their legs. Melusine pulled out a leather pouch and attached it gently to the owl, who hadn't moved. Melusine laughed lightly, musically, as she heard the owl voice what might have been a long sigh. She slipped her letter into the pouch, and shut it tightly. “Take this to Wolf Grayson. Make sure you nip him for me,” Melusine whispered softly, teasing. The owl had been known to do so many a time in the past.
The owl lifted his head, and let Melusine stroke him for a few moments, before ruffling his feathers, and taking off. He was careful not to hurt her with his talons, Melusine noted. If she'd have gotten an owl, she would have wanted one like her barred school owl. She pulled her knees closer, knowing that the top of the owlery tower's windows led straight down, quite a few stories until it met the manicured lawn. It would only take a nudge to send her off the edge. Melusine thought naught of it. Instead, she thought of winter. Perhaps I'll bewitch a few snowballs to follow Axel and his friends around. She thought. Though I don't think I'd like the outcome if they found out it was me... Melusine laughed again softly.
In truth, she was homesick. Maria, her best friend, would understand, but Melusine couldn't talk to her now. She was off doing prefect duties, and Melusine had nothing to do. So she'd decided to send her first of many letters all year to her cousin. They were the only letters she'd get all year, besides from the Daily Prophet. She liked to keep up with the outside world. Her curiousity found it satisfying to know the secrets that only the others who read the Prophet knew. She was like a cat, really. Everytime she was killed by her prying, Melusine bounced back easily from satisfaction. Her head fell onto her knees as she stared out at the morning sky. Few other students were up at this hour. Melusine didn't expect to be disturbed.
Or ever take away your crown.
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Post by Markus O'Neil on Jun 30, 2008 1:15:33 GMT
Sitting in the edge of his bed he sighed as the first wave of smoke filled his lungs. Yes, it was this damn early and he was already smoking? Why you might ask? Well why not? He had no reason not to. Looking at the hand-rolled cigarette, he smiled as he took another drag off of it, the smoke billowing down his throat and filling his lungs at a rapid pace. Holding his breath, he didn't dare let the precious smoke escape his grasp till he had fully achieved his aims, till the familiar feelings of numbness and a distance from reality totally set in. Sadly enough, it seemed like this was increasingly becoming his only way of making it from day to day; of surviving. Then again, we all did things we didn't want to, didn't we? Howeve, he didn't have time to sit here and think about all kinds of horrible shit that had happened him before, what was the point. Finally he stood and walked over to the bed of his roommate, Zeke. Leaning over the slumbering fifth year, he blew the smoke down onto his face. Nothing worse then a second hand high you didn't know about. Oh well, it might spice up his dreams.
Walking to his wardrobe, he silently pulled it open, not wanting to wake up Zeke. It was well known to anyone that dared enter the Sherwood Forest dormitory that Markus usually slept naked or close enough to it. Pulling on a pair of black slacks, he took the time to thread a black leather belt carefully through the belt loops. Once finished, he pulled it tight about his waist and secured it. Next he clad himself in a pair of socks and pulled a nice pair of shoes on over them. pulling himself to his full height he grabbed a maroon colored button down from the wardrobe and closed the case carefully. Putting the shirt on, he made no move to fasten any of the buttons, and instead carefully pulled open the door to his dormitory. Sliding out, he closed it behind him and walked down the hallway towards the stairwell. It was still rather early and because of such he had no qualms with leaving his shirt unfastened and his chest exposed, it wasn't like there was anyone around to catch a sneak peak anyways!
Jogging down the stairs, taking them two at a time, he quickly made his way to the main door of the Common Room. Pushing it open, he made his way out into the corridor without much trouble. It was out here, and only out here, that he had decided to finally button up that damn shirt of his. Taking the buttons alittle more then halfway up his chest, he decided that was close enough to the dress code for now atleast, and he took off at a slight jog towards the Owlery. Why was he running? To be honest he had no idea, but why not? It was a faster method of travel then a slow walk, it would get him there in half the time, and wasn't everyone always talking about how important exercising was these days? Besides, it was an easy way to allow his mind to wander to different areas of thinking. Running was so easy and boring, Makus barely even needed to focus. He instead wondered about whether or not Jonathans arrival to Hogwarts would really fuck with Zeke as much as he thought it would. He wondered if his sister had found anew man-bitch to do her bidding. He wondered if this year would be as boring as last.
Turning a corner, he found himself at a large staircase, and running up it at a quick pace, he realized he was almost already there! The Owlery was by far not one of his favorite places, in fact it was pretty far down there on the list of places he hated, but he still had to go there if he wanted to a send a , letter. That had always annoyed him. Why couldn't they just use postage like the muggles? Because some ways they did things were just as effective as magical means, if not more. Oh well, Markus was sure that somewhere some stubborn old Wizard cursed left and right whenever someone mentioned something like that. Why were old people so afraid of change? Coming to the doo of the Owlery, he found it slightly ajar. Someone had beat him here already how interesting. Pushing the door even further open, he made his entrance.
Looking upon the Ravenclaw girl, he gave a half smile before walking in to look for his own owl. And damn it all to hell he had no idea which one was his! This year he had been too lazy to actually go shopping for new things, and because of it he had allowed his dear twin to do all his shopping. It wasn't like it mattered, Morgan loved controlling him and the idea of picking out all his things had probably seemed like a drug to her. Only problem with all this? She hadn't told him which bloody owl was his! Looking around a second time, he spun on his heel to face the Raveclaw, another smile playing across his lips. "You wouldn't happen to know which of these is mine, would you?" It was a longshot, but why not take it!
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Post by Melusine Laurent on Jun 30, 2008 1:50:10 GMT
I’ll never let you leave your tower,
Melusine pulled herself even closer, then released her muscles. Her long legs stretched luxuriously against the sill, carefully avoiding any pellets dropped there by accident. She guided herself carefully off of the sill, and landed lightly on her feet as a owl, or rather a cat. Her upturned face caught the rest of the light still shining in view as the sun rose past the top of the window slit. Then she spun. Who's up at this hour? Melusine thought wildly. Her hair had gotten caught over her face. Ragged, scraggly bed-head hair. Her wand made its way swiftly into her hand. She gasped as she saw who had caught her attention, who had opened the owlery door.
Markus. She hadn't expected to see him here, much less this early. Her eyes lingered on what chest she could see from his only partly buttoned shirt. The Griffindor was a handsome sight, though as she caught the unmistakable whiff of smoke about him, she winced slightly. She lowered her wand uneasily- his smoke wasn't regular. Leave it to her upbringing to let her recognize cigarette smoke from other... substances. His smile caught her off-guard as well, and before she could help it, a smile of her own crossed her face. She watched him warily as he searched the owlery. She watched the flickers of emotion cross and leave his face- anger, confusion, annoyance, and perhaps a bit of amusement.
Melusine watched him spin. Which owl was his? She let her own eyes wander around, grazing over a few owl. “I have no idea,” she admitted. "Why don't you know which one is yours?" It was a curiousity. Melusine was always curious. This presented a rather knotty problem for the Gryffindor seventh year. A tiny smile crossed her face. "Maybe you should try Summoning your owl. But it may not be in here at all..." She hated to think that if he did indeed Summon it, it might just fly straight into something. Animals weren't always keen on the whole concept of being Summoned. Generally people weren't either.
Melusine watched him, nervously brushing a stray hair back from her face. She was bedraggled. Not that she really cared much, but her self-esteem usually only kicked in when she had remembered to brush her hair. Though she didn't know it, her ruffled look made her even more attractive. It wasn't something that she knew, or would even believe. Melusine sat gingerly onto the sill again, legs crossed, left ankle over right ankle, hands in her lap, right still holding her wand. Why is he here this early? she wondered. It was normal for her to be up early, but others, she knew, especially on a weekend like today, weren't usually so keen.
Or ever take away your crown.
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Post by Markus O'Neil on Jun 30, 2008 6:35:25 GMT
"Well, funny story My Dear Ravenclaw. You see, it turns out I am incredibly lazy, so when it was time to go play around with the begining of the year shopping I decided to throw my ever so lovely sister some money and have her pick everything out for me. She really is an insane control freak, and I honestly believe she fell in love with that idea. However, I have no idea what Owl she picked out for me because she had him sent directly here! I don't even know his name! I think that clever wench planned this!" Laughing lightly he spun around again to check out the birds. Damn, why did their have to be so many!? Why couldn't they atleast slap a tag on them or something! Anything that could tell him which of these feathered fuckers was his! Oh well, it was bound to show up. That or his parents just wouldn't here from him for the rest of the year. Either way he had a plan of action!
Shrugging lightly he looked around one last time before grabbing a chair on the otherside of the Owlery. Sitting down upon it, he kicked his feet up into the windowsill and began scribbling a note down onto a piece of parchment. The quill moved quickly in the hands of the Gryffindor, partly because he knew just what it was he wanted to say, and partly because he wrote so damn messy and fast that he always seemed to beat everyone when it came to timed writing! Finishing up the letter, he called down one of the schools Owls and rolling the letter up, placed it upon the Owl. Whispering his instructions into the ear of the bird, he leaned back in the chair as the Owl caried itself powerfully up into the air and flew away quickly. The Gryffindor simply looked out the window, suddenly ignoring the very pressence of the Ravenclaw, almost like he didn' care whether she was there or not. Sure, she looked damn good with her fresh out of bed look, but she was also a Ravenclaw. Most of them loved books more then men, and studying more then dating. No point there.
Then announcing itself with a loud and defiant shriek, the Owl wheeled around and landed on the windowsill next to the sitting woman. The bird pushed against the Ravenclaw in a rushed manner, bobbing its head quickly and in an annoyed fashion. It had news for the woman! Upon the talon of the bird was a letter, the very one written by Markus not even a minute ago. Spinning around on his chair, he gave a look of fake shock and surpise. "Well what's that now!? A letter? Oh my, well have a look!" His flawless Irish accent gave away the land of his birth, and when mixed with his shouts of joy made him sound all the more amused.
To The Random Ravenclaw,
I forgive you for not knowing the exact location of my Owl, I mean really, it's okay. Don't beat yourself up for it. However, in the future you should always keep track of everyones things just in case someday they lose them all and you are the last person around who can help. Seriously, it wouldn't hurt to stop thinking of yourself and try to help us out. I mean come on! Oh, and feel free to write back or just flat out talk to me.
Markus O'Neil
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Post by Melusine Laurent on Jun 30, 2008 14:20:57 GMT
I’ll never let you leave your tower,
Melusine’s smile grew wider as she listened to Markus speak. Lazy? She would suppose as much, still smelling the smoke that seemed to hang around him like an invisible cloud. “Your sister sounds lovely,” she chuckled. “I suppose you could call me lucky, because I don’t have any siblings…” Her voice became sad towards the end as she trailed off. Too many memories. She watched him look over the owls again. The boy seemed to realize it was futile, at least. With so many owls, it was impossible to know which was yours, especially if you’d never even seen yours or knew what kind it was.
She averted her eyes from him as he plopped into a chair and began scribbling on a scrap of parchment. It reminded Melusine of herself in a way. His whispered voice floated through the owlery, but she couldn’t hear what he said through the shuffling feet and rustling feathers of the owls. Then there was silence as the powerful wingbeats of the business-like school owl brushed by her, and out of the window, bearing the parchment that he had written upon. Melusine let her eyes wander to the sleek owls. She admired them. To be able to just fly away from here without a care in the world, except to deliver a letter… Melusine thought of it almost like a vacation.
Melusine started at the owl’s abrupt return. It’s annoyance was amusing, though it made it a little more difficult to obtain the letter. What was it doing right back here? Didn’t it have somewhere else to go with it? A though crept slowly into her mind and Melusine forced back a grin. Markus’s words hit her at the same time. His accent was endearing, joyously amused; Melusine let her smile go. It grew into a rather tickled look, and Melusine looked up at him, carefully folding the parchment and pocketing it. “Would you rather I talked to you flat out?” She inquired. “Because honestly, I’d talk to you without a thought.” Although that’s not really true, Melusine thought wryly. She wanted to speak to someone…
And here was someone right here for the moment. “Markus, is it?” she asked lightly. “I think I’ve seen you around before. Say, once in the past… couple years, I believe?” Her inquiry into his appearance then had been natural. She liked to know what was going on, and Markus was rumored to be part of a Gryffindor controversy right now. Melusine hadn’t pried past names. It had been to complicated to take back. “My name is Melusine.” She wondered briefly if she knew the mythology behind her name, but realized Markus probably did not.
Or ever take away your crown.
OOC || Your post made me crack up. =] And from the character interactions thing, should we develope a friendship between them and Markus starts to like her later?
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