- - - as though it's not dull

[Dominic Leventhorpe]

----------------This isn't relevant to anyone
or any clever to my perspective
WC 600 --- OPEN

‘These are the wonders of life’ Dominic thought as soon as his smooth fingertips could rub the surface of a leaf so close to him he could almost relish on the sensation of the incipient hairy texture responding to his nearness. He passed his hand along the plant, as if he was examining it carefully and meticulously by the simplest of touches. It was tantalizing, just the fact of being there, outside from his habitual place for reading. Dominic sighed as he pushed the plant gently and the branch retrieved its position behind him, shaking lightly as the vegetal recovered the normality of its state. This was a rare plant, some sort of uncommon piece that could only dwell within this particular garden so mysterious and so full of rarities. It astounded him deeply how that could be actually possible and how uncertain some things could be. For the briefest of times, he lectured all by himself at the verge of the outtakes, just enjoying the exterior as much as he could, despite of his preference for small and secluded spaces - this was something that not even himself could comprehend completely, as he just loved the commodity of absolute silence.

The Maior beheld quite captivated at the panorama surrounding him. It was plain to note that he was basking in a totally distinct atmosphere to what he was accustomed. He licked his thumb unconsciously as he turned the page to the very next chapter and sighed slowly as to display some sort of glimpse of relaxation. For this small moment of leisure, his mind could just wander from the most ridiculous and absurd deems to the brightest comments his thoughts could offer. The moulding fingers held the thick cover of a red leathered volume of a tiny book that could fit within his grip without problems at all. The variation of time in which he decided on avert the course of his attention only mattered for him and the landscape, since it was just to take a quick glance at the flora and determine just a few specimens from the collection the skilled artist or groundskeeper for that matter, had collected for such a location. Dome stood still, just contemplating the page before him just prior to his very next move. His hand slid down the paper and clenched the corner just to fold it lightly and close it.

His hands stretched as far as his reach allowed it and he let out a barely audible yawn while covering his mouth with his right, just to muffle it the enough so anyone would notice he was there. He had nothing to be afraid of, though certain subjects were supposed to be reserved for himself only. Dome accommodated the knot of his white tie and proceeded with the reading; clearing his throat when his neck craned backwards and upwards, having a peek at the circumference and the parameters, just to make sure he was all by himself. This figured to be one of this occasions when nothing was able to suffice you, not the sufficient to fulfil your expectations and just annoying to what you had depicted in your mind instead. Perhaps by dreaming of finding himself out of his realm, the image was way more attractive for him before it actually became real. Don’t take this bloke too serious, but he was never satisfied with anything. He tossed the book aside and breathed down, filling his lungs to their limits and then releasing the air so his chest would fall back to its place. Such a nice day wasted.

[Natalia Scarlette Evans]

Tell Me, Tell Me What You Want to Hear.

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Natalia walked happily to Delphine's Mystic Garden from the hospital ward, Natalia had had a minor headache and just simply wanted to see if a medi-wizard could give her a potion or tonic to subside the pain. After thirty minutes of waiting in the hall outside of the hospital ward, Natalia was finally seen and given a tonic for her headache pain and instantly she felt loads better and to celebrate she had decided to go enjoy the beautiful flowers and their gorgeous, numerous fragrances. So as she Natalia walked happily, she hummed a peaceful tune she heard before boarding the train at Summerton Train station that eventually led her here at Wexford Academy. "Tell me what you what to hear, Something that was like those years," Natalia sang aloud to an empty audience of air and trees that was eventually the entrance to Delphine's Mystic Garden.

Natalia quieted her humming and singing to nothing and looked around. The garden was fantastically designed with rows upon rows of flowers and plants of all types and different origins. Natalia wasn't very apt in herbology, but she knew enough to decipher from a rose and a flitterbloom. There was benches that even had friendly plants growing on them and looked like they would share a spot with you if you asked nicely. Natalia skipped through the bright garden and started her humming back up. She came across a small patch of lillies, those were her favourite. She bent down in her shorts, that weren't hoochie short, but short enough for summer, and her favorite white peace t-shirt and athens sandals. Natalia looked at them, they were so gorgeous and healthy. "Please, may I have one of you?" Natalia asked the group of lillies before yanking a long lily out of her home. Natalia smiled and cradled it happily in her hands and continued to walk. She got ten steps away when she remembered and turned around, "Oh, thank you!"

Natalia was ever so bubbly today and couldn't figure out why, it must be the tonic the medi-wizard gave her. He looked rather young and perhaps he didn't know what he was doing. Natalia giggled aloud and continued to walk through the maze of plants and wildlife of flowers. Natalia looked ahead and shut herself up instantly. There on a bench at least thirty steps in front of her, sat a boy around her in age, on a bench. Natalia was about to turn around, but that would be cowardice, besides her twin would walk right up to him and introduce herself and probably a whole lot more. Natalia grinned and stifled a laugh and was thankful that she was far enough away from Trinity that she could not pick up on her brain wavelength. Natalia walked slowly over to the boy, who didn't notice her at first. He seemed to have been reading but no longer, she wondered what book he was reading. Natalia loved books and would talk anyone's head off about books, even her older sister, Jensen the book lover, tires of Natalia and her talk of books.

Natalia crept up to the boy and tried to see what it was he was doing. After a few seconds of trying, she gave up and just sat on the bench next to him. She looked down at the discarded book and couldn't quite tell the title of it and was quite curious. "What's the title?" Natalia started, "of your book."

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[Dominic Leventhorpe]

----------------This isn't relevant to anyone
or any clever to my perspective
WC 700 --- OPEN

How could someone feel so ashamed of just being seated there by himself? For the second time of the day he smiled to himself in a pretty much insufficient way that it caused the smirk to fade as soon as it had grown across his features. Dome wasn’t a prank player on himself, but on days like these he was even pondering the idea of mocking himself for convincing of this journey outside his shell and the nooks of his room. The maior common room seemed nicer, even the bathroom, and his strange visitors would have done it for him, but it just wasn’t something he’d love to remember whatsoever. Another piece of time flew by just before him and it stressed him out to know he could be doing something way more interesting than just settling down in the solitude and recite stupid poems he had taken from the book he had tossed away not so long ago. He glanced down at the volume, lurking at it as to find something more amusing than the sole image of it, red leather, still dull to him, as though it could be nothing else for him to do. Incapable of resisting the temptation, his fingers crept across the bench and crawled for the texture of the book. It was nice, neatly decorated with nothing but the same pattern the leather seemed to display regardless of how many times it repeated; though that was the function of a pattern for that matter.

Sigh after sigh, just pulling himself a bit more so he could listen carefully to the birds singing and the impeccable sound of the outdoors. Notion of shock could be sensed through his whole body as he just caught the noise of something else wasn’t precisely the sound of bells that birds produced. Let alone the fact he was pissed, he wasn’t in mood for any sort of music, and especially less when it was someone humming it instead of the original music. Dominic pursed his lips repeatedly in order to remain calm and turned his neck a few degrees so he could sight the responsible of the melody. Just because this wasn’t being a day to remember he would be rude to someone he didn’t know? For his absolute right of peace against the freedom of thinking and acting, the answer was no. He encouraged a few notes himself just to counteract and possibly muffle the sound, but he wasn’t pleased by his own tone, so he gave up on it. Apparently, the girl was addressing him slowly, just making her way just towards where he was seated. The distance wasn’t shortened in quite too long, until she came.

He didn’t want to display any sign of rudeness, and so he did his best to keep himself soothed enough to help a scandal. Lifting a brow at her, he couldn’t help but to laugh warmly. What was he reading? Yeah well, he was enjoying the reading about an anthology of poems that even himself had considered purposeless and insignificant. Perhaps a reunion of romanticism and the worst ideals ever proclaimed just combined in a sorrowful compilation of pages that only shared a couple of sentences and left plenty space in blank. Not even illustrations for the book ever so empty, just a simple slim font so it looked fancy. He wasn’t sure of the name himself, that’s why he couldn’t actually contrive something to say, except The perfect way to keep yourself whining and moaning on dead people’s issues that was his response, escaping his lips without a single warning that sarcasm lighted up on every line. I’m not so sure of the title, I must admit he complemented smiling as wide as he could, just forcing his cheeks to adopt a fixed position without aching; when you smiled too much while you weren’t accustomed to it, well, it could get to an inevitable pain that wouldn’t fade that easily. Feel free to leaf through it, you’ll find it useless he commented before handing the book to her. As soon as she turned the pages and looked at the content, she might be agree or just wiggle in disapproval.

[Natalia Scarlette Evans]

Tell Me, Tell Me What You Want to Hear.

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Natalia leafed through the antique looking book with its red leather bound jacket to keep the pages within kept, locked and secured from falling out or from any harm. Natalia closed it and let her fingers glide smoothly along the leather, it was old and worn out, yes, but something that she couldn't resist doing. She opened it again and flipped through its contents ever so gently, she didn't really have a knack for poetry. She liked it when people recited poems, especially love poems or dark poems. She especially loved the dark poems, she was always left trying to figure out their meanings. That's how they were written, it was their purpose and once it had been decoded you always felt glum. Natalia slammed the book shut and looked at her opponent, who was still sitting on the bench. She half smiled, she didn't really know what else to do. He, himself, seemed to be in a mood and Natalia silently wondered if he had been reading and decoding a dark poem. "I see, I can't find the title either." Natalia said blatantly; she placed the book down in between of them.

Natalia was half a mind to getting up and continuing her adventure through Delphine's Mystic Garden. She was sure it would be more fun than sitting here with a gloomy guy, brooding about. Natalia looked forward and blew some dangling hair out of her face, she was getting really bored. Natalia played with the lily that she plucked earlier and thrust it at the boy; "My name is Natalia! I thought this might make your day a bit more cheerful!" She then proceeded to get up and walked slowly then more at a running pace until she was sure she was out of the boy's eye sight. She could not believe that she had just given him a flower, and her lily no less! She could feel her face blushing madly and then remembered she only did it to try and make his day better. But him being a boy and all, probably just threw it down and stomped on it. Natalia walked back towards where the bench was, but hid behind a wall that gave her a clear shot of him, but camouflaged her completely.

Natalia squatted down in her denim shorts and watched through the vines covering the wall in front of her. The boy was just sitting there, so it seemed to her. The bench was a great distance away and her eyesight was poor after a certain distance. Natalia just hoped that someone, like a professor, didn't come up behind her and ask her what she was doing, thus drawing attention to them and the unnamed boy coming about and seeing her spying on him. Natalia got out her beachwood and ebony with unicorn hair 7 inch, swishy wand and held it with fierce grip in her right hand. She would be prepared in case someone came up to her, well if they were a first year, she could "fight" them off. But if it was a staff member or an upper year student than she was screwed. Hanging her head and right when Natalia was about to stand up, someone came around the corner.

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[Dominic Leventhorpe]

----------------This isn't relevant to anyone
or any clever to my perspective
WC 800 --- OPEN

If ever asked, there was not a single trace or mark on his expression to reveal what he thought; it was just simple accusations from people, or specs about what was creeping inside his mind. Gestating within that skeleton was thick and impossible to penetrate due the immensity of his ideas and his mentality, Dominic was somehow perplexed for the meanders the girl had employed on him. He observed her lifting the book, exploring the texture of the leather, despite of how old it may seem. Following the course of her fingers and tapping it with the tips of them, she could just pass for being high, since everything she was saying was somehow a conundrum to him. The hodgepodge of conjectures inside him just bubbled with a sort of undeniable truth. If not stoned, this girl had so much energy to share and to waste, since her way of acting talked a lot of what she was hiding. His scanning grey pupils pierced through her skin and beyond, as if he could comprehend even the smallest of cells in her body. It didn’t seem to be something he used to, but he just sighed at the sole idea forthwith.

Dome arched a brow in response to what she had just uttered. ‘Not able to figure the title’ he held himself from laughing as he didn’t expect her to answer with it. He was being just a bit gloomy for the regular and quite stressed for the lack of occupations in his occasional day, so it was just a manner of distracting himself; besides of his utilization of sarcasm, which meant to be part of his meanders. Leventhorpe nodded to an irrevocable axiom that was, the book was pure rubbish as he just pushed himself a little and guessed whatever she had to say. In order to remain himself entertained, he began to examining her from head to toes, noticing the anxiety he was exerting upon her for the absence of diversion, though it was something so conspicuous it was plain to see. His brows knitted while his mouth opened wide when she turned to hand him a lily. Perhaps he wasn’t an expert on plants, but he could recognize a lily when he sniffed at it, or just by simple view. A merge of confusion and surprise formed across his seamless features, since he was astonished for her actions.

‘Make my day more cheerful’ he cogitated for a brief period of time, receiving it with his right and just watching her twirling out of him. For an instant, he just stood there, contemplating the gift she had been so kind of giving to him, though it was to apparently make his temper increased. On the contrary, it just forced out a curled smile on his lips, as though he had been pulled out of his off state of bitterness. He smelled the scent closing it to his nostrils so he could perceive the aroma with a more general perspective. He had been seated all along there he hadn’t actually paid attention to the atmosphere and the captivating perfumes plaguing the air. With the very same countenance he gazed around him, just tilting his head from left to right, up and down, trying to capture as much as possible with his eyes. There were many colours to wherever he looked at, and it was just part of the world outside he had deprived himself from. For once, he had been taught a lesson about life, and he wasn’t sure of what to do with the new knowledge he had acquired.

Once more, his brows arched with a certain angle that displayed bewilderment when he adverted to the movement behind a barrier not so far from where he was settled. He tittered, taking a hand towards his mouth when he realised whom was that person peering at him through the vines. Poetic even, that the one that had just told him to relax was quite intrigued by him and his apparent mood. Dominic contained more laughs that tried to escape him as he just slid himself on the bench to the opposite side where she was spying at. Tip-toeing, he eschewed the flora and walked around the wall, just making his way through the paths to somehow encircle the area and get to the opposite side. Once he had strolled aimlessly for a few minutes, he then found her, there still, just intending to have a glimpse of him and his location, though he wasn’t there anymore. It was hilarious just to stare at her and wait for her to notice his absence, just before he spoke. You won’t find me there, you know he laughed, perhaps for the first time in quite so long, carrying his book beside gripped within.

[Natalia Scarlette Evans]

Tell Me, Tell Me What You Want to Hear.

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Natalia looked up at the fellow student whom she had recently gave a lily to and bizarrely walked off without a reply. Natalia's big brown eyes looked delicately into his hazel eyes, searching for something, something familiar. As she stood up, she gave up the search and just settled with letting a small, faint smile play on her nicely defined lips. He had caught her spying on him, well where he was supposed to be anyway, which was on that garden bench with the lily and poetry book. But while Natalia had struggled to get a good view through the crack in the wall between the vines of what she thought was the correct garden bench, he had got up and followed her. And now she was there, in front of him, trying not to feel like an idiot for attempting to spy on him. She really felt stupid at the minute and rubbed her right arm with her left hand absentmindedly while looking away into the distance, seeing nothing. Natalia opened her mouth to speak, a perfect 'O' shape, but no words or sound came out. She closed her mouth and continued to rub her arm and stare off into the distance. What was she going to say, 'hey, sorry for spying on ya. Just wanted to see how you would react. Congrats, you failed!'

[/b] Natalia let her mouth open into a full fledged smile, her perfectly straight, white teeth showed and she laughed softly. Doing this, she knew that it would make her seem more odd than before. Natalia looked the guy straight in the eyes, "Look, the mediwizard at the hospital ward gave me an elixir for my splitting headache. The nurse was out for the day, maybe the medwizard was in training and gave me the wrong potion? It helped my head, but perhaps made me a bit high?" Natalia said with a small smile, puppy dog eyes and a look that said 'You know you want to just forgive me!'[/i]

Perhaps stopping and talking to this fellow in the first place wasn't such a great idea. Natalia hoped that she wouldn't remember any of this in a few hours. She had never been high nor never met anyone who had been high, so she didn't know what went on. Was it like the same as being drunk, Natalia knew of people being drunk because her twin, Trinity, had often been drunk and had brought Natalia along with her in hopes of getting Natalia drunk and devirginized. Everytime though, Natalia has stuck to her guns and told her twin no. And while Natalia contemplated what it was like to be high and if it was simliar to being drunk, she started to get a feeling of being extremely hungry. Natalia looked at the book in the boy's hand and noticed that the lily's bud was hanging out of it. Natalia literally licked her lips and put both arms out. She looked like someone about to rip the head off of its prey. Natalia looked up at the boy and noticed that he had given her a funny look and she immediately put her arms down. Natalia was a sweet, kind, innocent, all things loving kind of girl. And if she was truly high, she was acting like a monster, just because she was hungry. To distract herself, Natalia looked up and began pleasantly talking to the boy. "So, what's your name?" She began lightly as her eyes kept darting back to his hand that held the book containing the ever precious lily. She was surprised that he kept it, why would he? He didn't even know her. Natalia forced her eyes back onto his eyes and asked another question, "Did you like the lily? I hoped it got your mind off of whatever was eating you for just a minute or two." Eating.[/i] She had said eating, Natalia rolled her eyes and started to scratch at her right arm. This was strange, she never heard of drunk people itching. Nor eating to come to think of it, normally they threw their insides up again and again.

Natalia looked down at the arm she was invariably itching and noticed that it was just really red. It was probably all in her mind, just a silly little mind trick. Natalia looked back up at the student and noticed that a giant bear was right behind him. She screamed so loudly that she thought that her heart was going to fall out of her chest. "Oh my God! There's a giant bear behind you!" Natalia screamed as she grabbed the book out of the boy's hand before he could argue, she didn't understand why he wasn't running. So she pushed him out of her way, "Outta my way! I'm gonna get that bear!" Natalia said as she started to beat at a tree nearby with the book. Natalia was so high and delusional that she thought there was an actual bear there. She kicked the tree down, it was old and already tilting to one side. "There, I killed that bear with my bare hands and this here poetry book!" She said as she gathered a country accent and visualized herself as a cowgirl back in the old days defeating crime in the west. Natalia kissed the book with the fragmentary lily inside of it, only pieces of it remained. Natalia looked at it and took it out, while plopping herself on the ground next to the 'dead bear'. Natalia felt like she could make this lily new again by soothing it and licking it.

She picked up the pieces in her hands and brought them to her mouth, she glanced over at the fellow student and stopped. "Wait a minute, why didn't you cheer for me, for killing the bear? Is it because i'm a girl?!" Natalia raised her voice, blowing the disconnected fragments of the lily away into a passing breeze. Natalia crossed her arms and frowned, she looked like a toddler who didn't get her way. The thought of throwing a tantrum passed through her mind, but she relinquished the thought. She just wanted to know why he didn't thank her for svaing his life. "I just saved your life, a thanks is needed." Natalia said as she gave the boy a death stare, she placed a hand on her shorts and in her mind that was so high off of potion, she thought she had a water gun. If all else fails, she'd shoot him with water and chase him until he'd apologize. Natalia grinned happily and patted her shorts.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Dominic Leventhorpe]

----------------This isn't relevant to anyone
or any clever to my perspective
WC 1340 --- OPEN

He could have been like that for hours, just biting on his lower lip with that constant sentiment of curiosity creeping its way upwards to his very brain. Unlikely to be something as though usual on him, this was a tick some could actually understand, but a few would just shrug it off without the single trace of interest on it. Dome was bound to chew on his lower lip, in the interior of his mouth, just because it was a rare sensation for him and it somehow soothed him in a way nothing could. He let the strands of her hair fell loosely with the breeze, just toying with it like if the braids were just another plant, another branch they could upset lightly. It just didn’t seem to have a sense for him, as long as he would just be standing there waiting for an explanation. Against his will, his hands rummaged inside his pockets, though he was plenty aware they were empty as a dark hole, though those could enclose plenty stuff within, just as his pockets. You could never know what he was carrying inside them. Not surprised by the emptiness on them, he just pulled himself backwards, taking out a hand so it would rest beneath his chin, with a provocative stare on him, as he was shrugging inwardly, not taking consideration of the subject. Perhaps she was out of her mind, or she just fancied him, and for that, it would be a sequence of proves to pass through to occupy such a place as his companion. Whatever the exact cause was, it just didn’t seem to appeal him, as though he was just someone who had to ponder things very carefully before focus on them. Dome smiled with a lopsided smirk spreading warmly.

‘Look, the mediwizard at the hospital ward gave me an elixir for my splitting headache. The nurse was out for the day, maybe the medwizard was in training and gave me the wrong potion? It helped my head, but perhaps made me a bit high?’

That was it. And even though he had envisioned it already within his more cryptic thoughts, he already knew the answer to such behaviour. Taking a hand towards his lips he couldn’t prevent himself from bursting out the loudest of laughs he had actually had the chance to produce. The sound echoing quite noticeably in the outdoors it was just a walk to remember, as anything else had ever made him lose control of his laughter. Then it just calmed slowly as time progressed. Perhaps she would just omit the fact he had snickered at her, but it was just something he couldn’t help. Besides, it was she the one stoned there, so Dome wasn’t the one to blame. Totally diverted by it, he mid closed his eyes while another smirk grew across his features. This time it wasn’t something to admire and just contemplate with a feeling of remorse, though she wouldn’t actually remember any of the things she was doing when she got back in sense. He observed her taking a gaze at his book, so it was instinct the thing that pulled him to look at the same direction. Dome stayed there, with his attention fastened to the object until he noted the lily that he had forgotten he was carrying with him. His brows rose, surprise filling him from head to toes as he wasn’t aware of why he was still in possession of it. Knowing himself that well, he would have just sniffed at it, perhaps bitten the surface and just threw it back to the floor as though anything of that had actually befallen on him. The events had demonstrated to be unpredictable so it was nothing else to do but to wait until the hyper state had abandoned her thoroughly and she would be able to respond for her past outrageous actions though.

‘So, what's your name?’
‘Did you like the lily? I hoped it got your mind off of whatever was eating you for just a minute or two.’

Such irrelevant questions and such random statements being expressed freely by her just to confuse him. Whatever he did, it wouldn’t actually matter, since she wouldn’t be able to remember anything of what he had done or said. That was how being stoned worked, so he deemed futile to give his name away. Just something to be ashamed of, would be the fact that she was practically acting childish and clumsily, although he wasn’t going to spread the rumour around the school about her; primarily, because he didn’t know her, secondly because he wasn’t fond of gossip, and thirdly because he didn’t know that many people to manage it. Dome didn’t reply to her, just analysing what would be her very next move. And it practically caught him off guard, since he wasn’t expecting anything such like a giant bear was coming for him just right behind him. His first reaction wasn’t to turn around to face the dreary creature, but to arch a brow and twist his lips in a smile. Needn’t to prove it, he was right, there was nothing similar to bears roaming around the school, ergo, it was just plainly impossible for a creature like that to show up. Then he just felt her pressure against him as he was just thrust in the opposite direction, landing on the grass without his book, which had been grabbed for a stupid attempt against an archaic crouched tree that couldn’t do anything to defend itself before the threat of the wasted girl and her attacks. Dome placed both of his open palms on the grass so they gave him an impulse to his upper body would stay off the ground with his head turning in the direction of the whole scene. A dramatically exaggerated session of blows against a defenceless, harmless tree stumbling down on the ground, with a basically destroyed aspect; it was everything he could see, when she assured him it had been a terrible creature.

‘Wait a minute, why didn't you cheer for me, for killing the bear? Is it because i'm a girl?!’ ‘I just saved your life, a thanks is needed’

Why would he thank her for saving him from an old part of the garden? The groundskeeper wouldn’t revel in the notion of ascertain someone had just had an onslaught of fury against his ravishing work on the plants. The excuse ‘I wasn’t myself’ had been employed to many times to become useless and certainly less credible. Even when she was completely out of her mind, this wasn’t something she could liberate herself from easily. Although, if was implicated, it would just not be appropriate to stand there with his arms crossed. ‘Am I not a prefect?’ he cogitated, finding himself a good reason to just reprimand her for her acting. Regular infractions included damage to school property, so he was in his legitimate right to use laws upon her. Nevertheless, he had witnessed the incident and he had done nothing to help it, though it would have probably just been demolished by the rage of the book. ‘Decisions, decisions’ he retorted, sensing an itch in his back, just as commonly it happened when he was assaulted by stress. He had already ignored her while she was licking the lily and throwing the pieces to the air; which was even scary for him. Dome reflected just for a bit more, finally getting to a conclusion. Once he was back into reality, her devilish eyes couldn’t be evaded, and even less with that secret intention of her of just planning something on him. ‘I guess I’ve got no other choice. My chances are out’ the struggled inwardly before pointing at her with his wand by drawing it out of his pocket. [color=4ABC92Stupefy[/color] he mentioned when a red light came out of the tip in the direction of hers, so it may render her unconscious, so she would just be awakened later.


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[Natalia Scarlette Evans]

Tell Me, Tell Me What You Want to Hear.

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While Natalia panted waiting in reply for from the other student, she placed both hands on her hips and grew angrier. There was nothing more she hated then being put down by a male because she was a female and males thought they were the superior gender. She rolled her eyes and still felt empowered from defeating the giant bear, she would somehow get a thank you out of this boy. She just had to work her magic. Magic, She had completely forgot about herself being a witch and having a wand. Natalia patted her other pocket, she thought back to her water gun holder pocket and smiled evilly, and then she was feeling her other pocket for her wand. She is a first year and doesn't know much magic, but she could still use some magic, she hoped. Natalia glanced back up at the guy who seemed to have been laughing at her throughout the whole mad ordeal. He still had somewhat of a mocking smile playing upon his lips. He would get his just desserts for laughing at her. One day she would be a famous auror and he would be begging for her to save his life again from some evil thing and Natalia would down into his face and laugh. The unhigh Natalia wouldn't do that, she'd save his life, no thanks needed. She wouldn't even be an auror in the first place. She hated fighting, but apparently her high self did.

Natalia let her arms fall loosely to her sides, one hand each by her shorts pockets. If anything should happen, wand in one hand and water gun in the other. That was how Natalia played the game. Don't hate the game, hate the players, Natalia thought happily in her mind as she let her vibrant white teeth shine. She again felt like she was going after prey, like she was a predator. She kind of liked being high, seeing things that weren't normally there, feeling good about herself, and the weird but awesome buzz that came with it. She blew some of her hair that had fallen in front of her face out of her way, so she'd be ready to battle or whatever it was that was about to take place. Her long brown hair distracted her though, something that cost her the game. She was playing with it now, the light was hitting the waves and curls of her hair and she could see that she had many natural colors, not just dark brown. Natalia rolled her eyes as her fingers entwined in her soft brown hair that was now cascading down in waves to her shoulders. The next thing Natalia knew, she was hit by a spell that she had yet to know in any class and was lying on the ground unconscious.

As she lay there, half on the pathway and half in the grass, she fell into a short dream. In the dream, her afternoon started just as she had had went to the hospital wing. The nurse was there in her dream, instead of a trainee mediwizard that was there in real life, and she gave her a tonic for her headache and advised Natalia to take an easy afternoon. Natalia didn't listen, instead she went to the garden, just like she did in real life. She met a very nice boy who accompanied her on a walk through the garden, unlike real life, she had met a brooding boy who had shot her down. While they were walking, they happened upon a girl and boy fighting, and she appeared delirous in state and she was thrashing about. She kept saying there was a bear and she was hitting this old, defenseless tree with an antique looking book. Soon the tree fell over, which it was already pretty much leaning over. Dream Natalia and the dream guy continued to watch as the girl who was apparently delirious tried to duel with the other guy, but got distracted and was shot at first. She laid there on the ground, unconscious, her beautiful skin glowing and her dark brown hair covering her face, she looked so peaceful and angelic like. Then the dream turned cold and Natalia felt her body was hurting all over, it was bruised.


The scene changed, the dream boy next to her was just standing there. He gave her a stern look and Natalia put the pieces together, the girl lying on the ground looked a lot like her. So much so, it had to be her. Natalia felt her body being touched, somewhere on her hand. Someone was probably trying to wake her in real life, the only problem was, she didn't want to get up and face the music. If this had happened, if she had behaved irractically, then she would for sure be expelled. Especially once they found out that she was high off of a potion! Natalia wanted to scream inside her unconscious dream body. The dream boy drifted away and she was left alone, what had she done? Her dream self wept and she wanted her older sister, Jensen. Jensen would know what to do. Jensen would surly try to fight for her sister's behalf and get her a second chance. Natalia hadn't even been here at Wexford a month and already she was misbehaving, the school's druggie. The tugging on her hand grew more serious, like it was pertinent. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that she would fall into another dream or someone would make her unconscious again. She didn't have the guts to face the music, to face the crowd, the headmaster, her sisters.

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[Dominic Leventhorpe]

----------------This isn't relevant to anyone
or any clever to my perspective
WC 1050 --- OPEN

How could it be so easily? Dom scanned the whole depiction of her lay on the grass, untouchable as she had landed quite loudly thanks to his spell. It was the first time he employed it properly, so he wasn’t precisely sure of what he was doing it somehow. The Maior reflected the insecurity on his countenance, since it was more probable to just stare at it wondering about it than just do something. For the very first time in years, the conceited fellow was hesitating about what to do next, how to respond and what was the wisest action he could have for this occasion. He strolled the distance towards the body. She was impeccably resting, peacefully stowed on the floor as it could be told by the irenic expression she was displaying. Unconscious she didn’t look that bad once he could actually have a skim through her appearance, letting out the fact of her strange behaviour, since according to his instincts; from the very first time they had met she wasn’t herself. Who could be such a demonic possession of someone so exultant and vivid without something else to do than just twirling lightly and goofing around? Dome needn’t the answer as he was plenty aware of it without even wanting it. The sole reason why he was still there it was the panic taking him over, as though he was frozen and he couldn’t do a thing but to wait there patiently until she recovered her senses and would just retrieve the annoying attitude she was having just a couple of minutes ago. It was something beyond the record that he couldn’t actually believe it had happened. Not fond to be in charge of things, since his clumsy hands and his careless mood would ruin it all for him, as he wasn’t even able to take care of a creature, for the smallest it was. Why had he to be there, be a prefect and had witnessed the whole event? Those were interrogations quite pretending to be replied, though there was no an actual response to such. Dome raised a hand in front of her face, once his body was knelt down beside her body and he was able to sense her breath, thus she was still breathing and he had just forced her into a deep sleep without the notion of what he was actually doing.

He could feel relief spanning him from head to toes as he could prove she was still alive and it was just a thing of the coincidences with life. The spell had been taught to him for his father long time ago, since Leventhorpes weren’t precisely an ignorant family. It was bound to be used only in times where brain couldn’t contrive anything else that would be considered a better option, quoting the words his father had utilized on the sentence. His cryptic brain was so blessed with intelligence ever since he could remember it, that it was preposterous not to conceive a better idea than that. He sighed, impossible to believe and accept what he had caused. Along with the spell to leave someone unconscious, there was the counterpart, the one would make the person rise up without single trace of being victimized by the spell, and so it was saved in the darkest nooks of his mind. Leventhorpe had to shovel the dust and dig as profoundly as his memory could permit him so he could retrieve the knowledge and ascertain the exact words he had to pronounce for it to occur. Inconspicuously, his tongue tugged out of his lips while his eyes rolled for a bit and then fixated on the sky, moving slowly from left to right while his hand reached his chin as he was acquiring a pondering posture. It was silly to trust in his methods, but they were useful from time to time as it would only take him a couple of minutes to decipher the codes in his mind and get the needed phrase. As magic, the pictures came across his way, replacing the garden and the blue sky with the images of his house back in Scotland. Not a big mansion, either a small box. It was a wealthy family living in a modest house with the necessary supplies, though the house itself kept its own secrets. The Library was the most extend hall of them, and the collection of books was substantial, even could be taken as one of the biggest he had ever seen. Within the scenery, with a bright shaft of sunlight beaming at the desk where he was seated, the little child was reading through the pages of a volume of the Wizarding Encyclopaedia when behind him, his father was preaching at him about importance of magic.

One of the words he could catch the most were ones pertaining to the subject of the spell ‘Rennervate’, that should be it. Dom came across the blatant conclusion it was meant to be it. As soon as it shaped within his mind, everything got sense again and he was able to determine the next movement on the list so the results would be the wished ones. The prefect drew his wand out of his pockets once more, this time to point it out at the girl with a quite expectant look upon his face, as though he was begging for it to work, instead of only causing him more trouble than due. In fact, it was absurd to believe it’d work that easily, but somehow he just trusted in his abilities and the magic he had been taught, though he wasn’t pretty much aware of the certain effects and such. He rolled up his sleeves before continuing, letting out a deep sigh. The overall of the incident was taking a part of him, but of course, this wasn’t meant to last for that matter. Promptly, his hand shook a bit when the words escaped him and she was dazzled with a glow coming from his wand. The reaction was supposed to be she came back to herself and stand up normally as though anything had actually occurred, yet it was not for him to decide, but only time would say what would really happen; Dom closed his eyes waiting.

[Natalia Scarlette Evans]

Tell Me, Tell Me What You Want to Hear.

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Natalia closed her eyes even tighter, holding onto the dreams floating around in her head. She didn't want to wake up, she didn't want to face him. Natalia felt a spell tug at her, beckoning her to wake up. Natalia resisted as best she could but she was waking up against her will. Natalia's eyes sprang open and at first she just saw the trees, plants, and flowers surronding her sleepy body, laying in the grass. And then she looked around and he was still there, Natalia froze. Natalia felt her face turn bright red and she turned her head away, rolling her eyes at the same time. She was so annoyed at the situation. She had never been high in her life and never wanted to be. And she had been high, in front of a prefect! But at the time, she didn't know he was a stupid prefect. Natalia sighed and got up slowly, where was she going to go? She just knew that the prefect would turn her in. Was she faster than him? Only one way to find out.

Natalia shook her body and did a small jump, she needed to relax. Natalia turned back around to face the prefect and she smiled wearily. "I'm not sure..." Natalia began, shrugging as she talked. "What happened to me, I remember some of it. I remember getting the tonic for my head and meeting you, after that it went downhill." Natalia lied about remembering, she was sure about what she saw in her dream was really what happened and she couldn't be more embarrassed about it then now. Natalia rubbed her arms, thinking desperately of what to do next. "What's going to happen to me?" Natalia couldn't help but ask the prefect about her punishment. She rather take it now, then later. Natalia felt tears well up in her eyes and she blinked them away before they could fall down her cheeks.

Natalia backed away from the boy, so there would be a good distance between them in case he decided to throw spells at her once again. Also, she had the ability to run away from him and have a good head start, Natalia wanted to smile at this but just held her sad face. She wanted to look like she was truly sorry for what she did and she was, it wasn't her fault that she had a tonic that made her high. But it was her fault that she did not return to her dorm like advised. Natalia wondered what her twin would do in a situation like this, Trinity would probably do something outrageous like kiss the boy. Natalia wasn't like that, she would never kiss someone she didn't know. Natalia really just wanted to scream, she could feel the blood in her head pounding and her pupils enlarging. She was generally the good one, sweet, innocent, the reliable one. But what she has done today was unforgiveable in her eyes and she wanted to get out. "It's not my fault, whatever I did. I had the tonic given to me by a mediwizard in training and whatever I did after that was not my fault." Natalia stated with force, she could feel herself getting hot and she need to sit and cool off.

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