Full Moon Rising ((Cherokee))

[Weetzie O'Keeffe H7]

How did the moon appear in the evening sky? Did it rise like the sun or did it just pop into the sky? Weetzie had never payed attention. She was always too busy to pay any attention. Which was weird, because Weetzie was never busy. Tonight, however, she had cleared her schedulein order to watch the moon rise or pop into the sky. Luckily the days were shorter now, so Weetzie wouldn't be out past curfew for the third time that week. She hadn't been caught the two times she was out before, but she didn't want to push her luck. Weetzie slid off her bed onto the floor and reached underneath the four poster, grabbing her white lace up boots. She pulled them on her feet and stood from the ground. Her eyes traveled down to her skirt and picked off a fuzz ball. It was Weetzie favourite skirt. A plaid one that reached a little bit further than her mid thigh, and continued down with black lace; all in all the length was briefly above her knee. She wore a white tank top with black lace and a studded belt. Her regular jean jacket covered her bare arms although her legs would probably continue to be cold.

Weetzie ran a quick hand through her long brown hair and grabbed her black backpack purse. She slipped her arms through the holes and left her dorm. She pushed past people in the common room and then made her way up all the flights of stairs to the entrance hall where she pushed open the grand double doors and exited the school. She enjoyed the cool rush of air. Weetzie was always warmer than usual, so she welcomed the cold air that engulfed her once she stepped outside. She walked down to the lake and looked at the steady water. It was like glass, nothing was disturbing it. Weetzie picked up a smooth pebble and skipped it across the glassy lake. It skipped four times and then sank into the water. Smiling, she turned and started to climb up the cliff that overlooked the lake. After a few moments, Weetzie reached the top. The sight was breathtaking and Weetz admired it for a few moments before opening her arms and spinning around in a complete circle, her face upturned to the sky. Another breeze blew by and it was as if she were drawing the wind into a circle, because the snow around her began to funnel. It fell again and Weetzie stopped spinning. Her eyes on the setting sun. It would be awhile until it was complete set and the moon was in the sky.

There was nothing but silence and Weetzie was enjoying it. She was enjoying the beauty and letting her mind wander. It wandered to her mother, who she missed dearly, and it wandered to her father, who she had never met before. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever meet him. If she did, what would she say or do? How would he act? Her mind kept whirring with thoughts, and her eyes stayed glued on the setting sun's reflection in the lake water.

[cherokee]

Cherokee was always attracted to the moon. It's bright glow put some sort of spell over her and she had trouble ignoring it when it was full. She wouldn't consider herself an expert, but she did know quite a bit about the only companion she could stand. Everyone else wasn't worth her time. Rachel Mason and Patricia Dawsinson proved that beautifully. What a bunch of rubbish those girls were! Kee didn't know if she wanted to make friends with anyone if they were like those girls. She shuddered as she shoved her arm through the sleeve of her jacket. Kee was always warmer than she should be and she was the only one who was like that as far as she knew. She knew it was going to be slightly chilly out, although she would still be warm enough, she decided to wear a jacket. It was a trait she had inherited from her darling father. The abnormity of being five degrees warmer or so than the normal body temperature. Even on the coldest of days, Kee could be warm enough only to wear a simply light jakcet. If she had friends, Kee had no doubt that they would think she was weird.

That didn't matter to Kee, though, because she didn't have those friends who would consider her abnormal. Cherokee raked her fingers through her hair as she left her dormitory and snaked through the mass in the common room. It wasn't curfew yet, the sun hadn't even set. Cherokee ignored the looks some of the older students gave her. She knew they were thinkig Kee belonged to that group that had lot so many points. What they didn't know was that Kee couldn't stand those girls. The corridors were empty as she made her way to the grand entrance. She needed to see the moon rise. It was the first full moon of the month. Kee always saw the first full moon rising. Regardless of the weather. And she always saw it from the same place. The cliff that overlooked the lake. She had done it ever since her first year.

Just as Kee had predicted, it was rather chilly out. It was something she had expected, it was the middle of January. The wind blew her light brown hair in front of her as she made her way down to the lake. From there she would climb the cliff. Many people thought that climbing the cliff alone was dangerous, but Kee didn't even think of the danger involve. She had been doing this since her first year, afte rall. She was ratherskilled at climbing by now. To pove this to herself Kee hadno hesitation as she started the climb up the riged cliff. The only anoyance was her hair and Kee wished she had pulled it back, at least then she wouldn't have to worry about it getting in her way. too late not Kee, she thought as she dug her toe of her shoe into the nearest nitch. Another guest of wind threatened to blow her right off the cliffwall, but Kee kept her grip and ocntinued up the cliff. She finally reached the topand was surprised to see someone else there as well.

As the sun was setting, Kee crosed her arms over her chest. The girl was older than her by at least a year and she wasn't a Slytherin. Regardless of what house the girl was in, Cherokee knew to respect those older than you. Especially if they were a witch, because chances are good that they know more magic than you did. Nonetheles, Kee's night was now ruined by this older girl's presence. "Can I help you?" She asked with a sour expression.