Simply Genius ((Experienced Please))

[Charna]

It was sunset, and a very nice one at that. The castle was as picturesque as ever it could have been, the rolling grounds blanketed by a pristine layer of snow, a blood red shadow cast over them as the sun set behind the mountains that leered over the castle. The sky was strewn with a palate of color, vermillion blanketing an Eldorado gold, all of which broke into shafts as it passed through the castle's mullioned windows. If only anyone in the Slytherin Common Room could have witnessed this. The room itself was a subtle subterranean recherché, meticulously crafted by a man that had left his mark in history, both with his deeds and wisdom. Everyone knew his name; it was common knowledge, as he was in countless textbooks ranging anywhere from dark arts to potions. It was Salazar Slytherin, one of the Founders of Hogwarts, the very same whose painting sat in a gilded frame above the fireplace.

Charna idly toyed with her wand, weaving it in and out of her elegant fingers with a relative disinterested ease. Her eyes had drawn away from the nearly banked fire, as she contemplated the painting above the fireplace. Tendrils of smoke that smelled faintly of a Cuban cigar meandered around the room, as Charna amused herself by willing her wand to create different hazy shadows.There was a dragon,staring at the scenes below it, its wings spread so that it easily caught whatever slipstream lie within the arctic room. Below it, there was an army of smoke goblins, who were battling an array of witches and wizards, different banners scattered about the fray, each fluttering to an unknown breeze.

Yes, Charna was certainly amused, and no longer thought of her Founder, as her piercing blue gaze was fixed upon the scene evolving around her, while she lay in the folds of a velvet green couch in front of the fire. Re-enacting the Goblin Rebellion of 1832 was much more intriguing than being tortured with an hour and a half of Professor Binns' monotonous droning in History of Magic.

Charna shifted her position slightly, as she conjured an ottoman for her feet, the train of her elegant Italian silken gown spilling gracefully onto the floor. With another wave of her wand, a small table of polished mahogany protruded from it, while Charna began to record her observations of the war going on near her feet. It was an excellent way to write History of Magic Essays, in her opinion. Simply genius.

[sassy]

Saski Stark sat at her desk in the sixth year’s dorm room, most of her counterparts were off somewhere on some mundane “adventure” as they had called it when trying to coerce Saski into joining them, she had flatly refused, she had better things to do on such an evening. Saski had planned a quiet night of reflection and maybe the simple pleasure of her new gifts from her father. She finished the letter she had been writing, it was to her sister, thanking her for the new sweater and to inform her that she would be sending something special for her in return, and to expect it within a few days. Having completed that task Saski went over to the window of her dorm room, the sun was setting over the surrounding mountains casting a cornucopia of colour over the school and its surrounds. Saski, though she would never admit to such a things, but she enjoyed sunsets more than anything she could fathom, they always brought out tranquillity in her, which she disguised when she was with others.

Saski was fully aware that the pictorial scene would be more effecting in the common room, and she mulled over the thought of going f down stairs to enjoy it. Saski lounged around her room, contemplating the idea and finally when she could contemplate no conceivable reason why she should deny herself such, she left the dorm for the common room. Saski glided down the stair, her school robes billowing around her sender frame, her slippered feet made no noise as she descended the winding stair. Saski stepped into the charismatic room, as she thought if it, it oozed breeding, money, power and pride and the most obvious source emitted from the painting of their founding father Salazar Slytherin.

The smell of tobacco enticed Saski’s sense of smell as she took her last step into the common room, it reminded her of her grandfather’s cigars and brought a half smile to the young heiresses face. as she proceeded to take a seat on one of the plush couches that aligned the room, she was pleasantly surprised to see that she was not the only Slytherin in the dorm tonight. Saski watched the smoke that was surrounding the chair in which Charna Wellington sat, she saw the miniature battle taking place at her feet and smirked at it “Good evening Charna,”’ she said as she reclined on the yielding couch. “The Goblin Wars of 1832 I see, making notes? That is an ingenious way, much better than listening to the dulling drone of Professor Binns voice boring you into submission every class. I do believe that he is trying to weary us until we become history ourselves.”

Saski fingered her silken raven locks in her fingers as she watched the battle continue, she was definitely impressed with Charna’s studying methods, they did not vary much from her own, though she had never pondered portraying the Goblin Wars in smoke before.

[Charna]

The dragon leering overhead gave a silent roar, as it swooped down upon the army, vanquishing the greater portion of it with a cloud of smoke in substitution of fire. The sweet smell of cigar smoke grew stronger (which reminded Charna strongly of her now incarcerated father; he always had a good cigar handy), as most of the miniature army was now consumed by the smoke the dragon had unleashed. Meanwhile, a sound overrode the turmoil of the battle's war cries, horn blasts, and screeches of terror- the sound of Charna's furious scribbling on her scroll of parchment, which was already three feet long, and covered by her miniscule, elegant handwriting. The fresh green ink glimmered in the pale firelight, which cast spidery shadows across the scene unfolding around Charna's feet. Next to Charna, something that resembled a furry pillow was emitting drawling snores. Charna rolled her eyes as she set down her quill, at last satisfied with her essay on the first battle of the Goblin Rebellion of 1832.

After all of this had taken place, Charna glanced up towards whoever had addressed her. It was Saski Stark. "Good evening, Saski - may I inquire as to the occasion? Most of our peers usually take to sleeping at this hour," drawled Charna with an almost unnoticed glance towards the dormitories. "Oh yes, this is a much more practical method of doing things, as I'm sure most of us tend to dwindle into a stupor in Binns' classes," said Charna, watching as both sides regrouped on either side of the ottoman. With a few low horn blasts, they charged at one another again. Charna did not write anymore on her essay, but she watched the scene unfold with a certain degree of amusement.

"The old man himself is a bit of history, and damn stubborn. He would not even allow death to cease his droning lessons," said Charna, watching as the goblins became victorious. With a wave of her wand, it all vanished, though a lingering cloud remained.

[sassy]

Saski watched the smoke display of the wars; it was quite brilliant she admitted, Saski smirked at the dragon’s flames as it consumed most of the army. “The occasion? There is none. I just didn’t feel compelled to follow others around, and sleeping is such a meaningless thing, don’t you think?” Saski gave a sidelong glance towards the dormitories as Charna looked towards them, “Indeed it is more practical. Only a stupor, the man could bore a mummy to death, I am sure did it to himself. He still has no idea he’s dead has he?”

“No, not even death stopped him, though I am sure most would have preferred it.” The smell of the cigar smoke was enveloping Saski; she began to really miss her grandfather. He had spoiled her, her mother and father did but her grandfather had been the worst. Saski watched the battle as it re-started, “So Charna what have you been up to lately,” Saski, putting her feet up on the arm.

Saski had been preoccupied with her new pet project, the Granger, Sullivan affair, ever since she had noticed them together and gotten wind that they were now a couple, she had been having a little fun with it. She was now formulating another way to get at that mudblood Granger.

[Charna]

Charna nodded slowly, as if time depended on her causing it to pass by. She was never much of a slow thinker, the type to contemplate over hours with one specific issue, unless she felt the mind to, which never came too often. Wasting time, however, was one of her specialties, though a conversation was entertainment, and not a waste. “I see …” drawled Charna. “Sleep is as meaningless as the term muggle, or as useless, I should say. Following is just the same, but what is the use of sleep when there is so much more time to be had? So much more to do, more places to go - sleep is just a waste of time,” replied Charna, her regal drawl dwindling into silence as her voice echoed softly off of the subterranean walls in the empty commons. In an almost distant way, Charna twiddled her wand idly between her fingers.

“Death does not stop a lot of things, sometimes it leaves things, but ultimately it takes away from the world, yet adds more to take its place. Nature’s is an odd cycle - I can own to at least that, from what little one can draw knowledge of in this world.” Charna’s voice was distant, as though her thoughts carried her far away, to lands where no one could reach. Thus was the beauty of a thought, how indecipherable they were at times, how blatantly obvious they were at others. “Though I do not believe this earth could endure my shadow for eternity. Either heaven or hell would draw me back into their folds ere I could do much damage.” A mischievous grin flickered across Charna’s face.

“Well to be honest, Saski, quite a lot. N.E.W.T. classes are certainly taking their toll, and with my newfound adulthood, I have to start worrying about my future. I think I’ll be studying in Albania for awhile before I actually go into the Department of Mysteries, though I am nevertheless pouring over their pamphlets and what not just to see what they have to offer. What of yourself? It seems we have not spoken in quite awhile.”

[sassy]

Saski sat with her head resting back; she looked over at Charna as she spoke, “You have that right…muggles…” Saski said with disgust. “There are many things to do at this time, you can come up with a plethora of ideas when left to it…you cannot do that if you are off in some psychedelic dream. I am no follower, I was meant to lead, and I intend to do just that,” Saski said coolly. Saski looked at Charna, she always seemed to be in some distant realm by herself, only returning to her surrounds on the odd juncture to expel her wisdom and then off she went again into her utopia. Saski lived in the moment, she was one who went as she saw fit and she was accustomed to the odd lapse into profound thought, late at night, but not thoughts such as “the meaning of life,” and such rubbish, no she thought of what her life was going to hold for her.

Saski’s love of quidditch was undeniably, to smash some other teams members with a bludger was her ideal, to take control on the field was her passion, but there was no way her parents would ever permit a Stark child play quidditch as a profession. “Death? Death is something that all should respect, it is the one thing no one can prepare you for. It does take away but as you said it adds things as well, a mystery, an irrefutable, and for some constant unease or fear. I do not fear it however.” Saski sat up, “I think this world is doing quite while, it seems to be surviving you presence, as it endures mine, for it has no choice until my time is up and my ticket of life called. Until then Charna, I will make the best of everyday and alter my temperament to no one.” Saski smirked, “What damage could you do Charna? You are an almost philosopher, than a warrior.”<br>
“No we have not spoken in sometime, and I to find myself with thought of the future creeping into my thoughts. Be thankful that you know what it is you wish to accomplish Charna, I have no idea of what occupation I should pursue. MY first set of NEWT classes have been going well, but they none have shown me the direction I should take. Quidditch is not an option and what others there might be, have not presented themselves to me.”<br>

[Charna]

Charna nodded. "Purebloods in general were meant to lead. The world has rejected us in general; in medieval times people were burned for any mere suspicion of possessing such power beneath the fingertips. The name wizard was once feared, revered, and of course an honor to those that held such a noble title. Of course now some fools had to marry outside of their own kind, so our once noble society had been single-handedly run into the very dirt beneath our shoes by some filthy Muggles and their idea of equality. They, who used to persecute our kind! Barely any know of our existence - they call such things as wizards and dragons myth, legend even!" Charna said bitterly, a scowl forming on her fair face. Her eyes glittered malovently. "That is why we were meant to lead - to restore things to the way they used to be," she added aloud as an afterthought.

"I quite agree - though we cannot cheat death when it greets us. Fate, I suppose, has a greater hand in things really, yet neither do I fear such things. I do not know of such fears, such futile emotions that only consume the mind and trouble it, eat away time like some ravaging ill. It is better not to know such things as fear; that is why Muggles are so easily swayed - they fear, and they coexist with it. They know fear, but not proper respect," Charna drawled cooly, drumming her fingers on the arm of the chair in which she sat. The sound was muffled, as the chair was made of thick velvet material, and of course it was cushioned but with the rather massive cushioning not made for such comforts as reclining. After all, couches were made for that purpose, and chairs were not. At least that had been what her father always told her, when she was a small child and they used to sit together while he smoked a pipe and read her portions of Socrate's Trial in Greek, to test her knowledge of languages she was supposed to be learning.

At Saski's last comment, Charna allowed a faint grin to present itself on her aristocratic features. "That is my advantage, you see. People presume that I am a philosopher, and they have not yet learned of the ruthless side to me. After all, a swords-woman may be as good as any at fighting, but a swords-woman with the ability to reason makes the sword she holds double-edged," Charna explained, allowing her finger to curl a piece of hair, before she released it, her smile becoming more pronounced. After all, she thought, I am the daughter of Atrius Wellington. The name commanded respect, and of course his daughter would follow in his footsteps.