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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 18, 2005 22:52:34 GMT
The sun was setting, slowly, slowly, slowly, over the lake...making the shadows dance across the ground in an eerie way of destiny and preparation. Mackenzie lounged on the ground, facing the lake and the sun that was disappearing, and thought about things. This wasn't anything new, Mack thought about an awful lot of things and if she hadn't thought of them, then they would be thought about in her unconscious. And even though that mightn't had made any sense to you, it made perfect sense to her. The sun finally set all the way, the moon appeared, and seemed to be singing down to her. Stars sparkled in the early night sky, and the blueish gleam that had stayed in the air for a minimum of 20 mintues, sifted away and truned to black. Mack basked in the night, the silent; carefree night, for a moment or two...letting her worries and frights vanish from sight.
The wind blew by, and pushed her blonde hair across her face, blocking her view. Mack swiftly swiped at the locks and sighed in sadness. She hated the fact that this moment was over, and she had to leave. To retreat to the castle, and her darkness of hatred. Mackezie loved Hogwarts, she loved how much freedom she had...but lately she felt she had been cluttered. Like everyone was trying to suffocate her and make her die. A bag enclosing over her head, and her own thoughts a blur. Taking one final look at her wishes, she stood up from her place on the ground, folded the blanket and placed it over her right arm, and walked up the hill form the bank of the lake. She took one last look at the lake for the night, she looked at its beauty, its inky black liquid...and when she was about to turn again, she saw a single tentacle raise up and wave at her slowly. Mack smiled, and waved back at the squid...they had become good friends. She often spent night telling him her secrets, her desires, and her fears.
Her pale blue eyes scaled her footprints, the path that led her to where she stood at the moment, and then walked closer to the castle. To her hell. Mack refrained herself from sighing, not wanting to risk the image of her happiness to her "friends" and whisteled instead. Whistled the tune to "Come As You Are" by Nirvana. A muggle band, but good none-the-less. Her spirit was hindered, and Mack knew this. She was a robot, and only did what her parents or teachers told her to. No mind of her own, and lost in the abyss of emptiness that seemed to be her life. She was a puppet, and the world held her strings in its hands. Maybe one day, I'll turn into a real girl. No strings attached. Be my own person. Maybe. Mack thought, but as easily as that thought had come...it disappeared from mind.
Mackenzie walked up the rest of the hill, her shoulderbag banging lightly against her right leg, and the blanket was still folded over her arm. It kept her arm slightly warm, but there was an invisible shiver upon her spine and she couldn't shake it. But, O! how she wanted to. Mack looked at the doors infront of her now, pondering whether to step foot inside, or to turn left and head towards the courtyard. Choosing the latter, Mack walked down the rows of flowers 10 minutes later. Smelling the sweet scent of roses, daisies, tulips...mixed with a snip of...was that? She turned on her heel and stared at the person behind her. Her arms crossed firmly over her chest, her pale blue eyes staring straight at this person.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 20, 2005 8:15:09 GMT
Darkness was slowly consuming hogwarts. Soon a heavy blanket of cold and darkness would cover the land and the only light would be the waning crescent and the bright, luminous stars and perhaps the light from the windows of the ancient castle, casting wavering reflections on the vast, black waters of the lake. A faint wind fanned the land and the tree's swayed slowly, dancing to the sound of their owl leaves and branches, which sang a haunting droning song. The water birds was flying about. Returning to their nests and casting grey shadows over the lake and grounds. The owls on the other hand were leaving the owlery in the high tower and had begun there nightly hunt. They looked like a thick smoke exiting the window all at once.
Tristan inhaled deeply. The late evening air smelt damp and cool. It was a familiar smell. Tristan often spent his evenings ouside, by the lake. It was a wonderful place for contemplation. All his worries and problems seemed clearer and easier to work out when he was by the lake. The cool, calm waters lapped gently at the shore, providing a soothing soundscape as Tristan lay motionless, eyes closed thinking ... thinking ...
As the darkness grew deeper Tristan decided to head back to the castle for dinner. He shivered slightly as he climbed to his feet. Grabbing his cloak and wrapping in tightly around himself, Tristan made his way up towards the castle. Little trails of steam escaped Tristan's lips as he exhaled the fresh air. Dew had started to form on the land and turning his head Tristan noticed his footprints on the grass behind him. Climbing the slope up towards the clastle took only a few minutes and presently he found himself at the top of the hill. The grand, ancient castle rose imposingly in front of him. Tristan could see smoke from the many fireplaces trailing from the chimnys and disappearing in the breeze.
It was only a minute later before Tristan noticed a girl infront of him. She was about his age and she was standing, arms folded, and eyes piercing into him. Tristan did a double take. He had thought he was alone this evening. The girl was blonde, of medium height and had a blanket folded over one arm. Finally Tristan spoke.
"Hello," He said softly, "I thought I was alone. Sorry if I startled you."
Tristan had never seen this girl before. She was a slytherin, her robed told him that much. And she had a pretty face, but at the moment it wasn't smiling. She didn't look nasty, but she wasn't loking too friendly either. Tristan partly understood this. He wouldn't like to turn arund at night and find someone right behind him, who he hadn't noticed before. He awaited her response.
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Post by Desiray on Apr 23, 2005 19:45:36 GMT
Desiray sat in the library, her mind screaming. She needed to get out. To get some fresh air before her whole body exploded. She looked at the familiar book that her hands held, well gripping. It was, naturally, a book about Voldemort, her "hero" in a way. She looked up to him and one day wanted to be a Death Eater, but never did she want to be exactly like him. She wanted her own personality, to be herself not him. Desiray sighed and slammed the book shut. She had read it already at least four times, maybe more. She stood, jammed the book into the book shelf and walked out of the library, Madam Pince watching her angrily. She waved and even smiled sweetly.
Desiray walked down the hallway, her skirt swaying with her hips. She, as usual, had rolled up her skirt at the elastic so that it was three or four inches shorter. Her white shirt was tied up so that it showed her mid-riff and three buttons were unbuttoned at teh top. She walked with a particular sway in her hips that was for any boy to see. She flipped her long blonde hair the red roots undernieth the blonde showed through. She finally made it to the Great Hall and instead of heading toward the Slytherin Common Room, she walked right outside. The cool night air greated her as the double doors opened. She started toward the lake, feeling bored already and wishing she had something to read or draw. She was about to settle down by the lake when she heard voices off in the distance.
She looked to the right and saw two people. They were shorter and looked younger, maybe fourth year or third year. A boy and a girl. She started foward, walking toward the two. Her curiosity was getting to her. As she neared, she noticed that it was a Slytherin girl and a Ravenclaw boy. She glared. Ravenclaw... she hated Ravenclaws. They were filled with goody-too-shoe Mudbloods and half bloods. She hated them.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 23, 2005 23:37:20 GMT
Before Tristan had a chance to hear the girl's reply another girl walked up the hill. Tristan recognised her from a recent visit to Hogsmeade. She was a Slytherin and a cunning one at that. Yes Desiray was trouble and Tristan would do well to keep out of it. He head heard stories of Desirays past boyfirends, if you could call them that. She was known throughout the school as a heart breaker. Tritsan knew he would not let his heart get broken, by any such person. She was a ttractive, tehre was no denying that. But Tristan knew better than to judge her by her looks alone.
Trying the not to pay too much attention to her Tristan turned back to Mack
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Post by Desiray on Apr 24, 2005 0:25:11 GMT
She walked up closer and looked the boy up and down, her eyes cold. He was a boy she had met in Hogsmead. She had considered flirting... maybe she did... she couldn't quite remember and she really didn't care. Desiray wondered if she had or not. He didn't seem to be oogling her anymore, which she didn't quite mind. But she did notice the loss of someone to tease had vanished... or did it? Maybe his physical attraction to her would pay off sooner or later... She sighed and eyed Mackenzie. Her lips turned into a fake sweet smile.
"Well, well, well," she said sickenly sweetly, "Isn't this lovely... two wittle third years. Out for a walk?" The look on her face was innocent and anyone that knew her definatly could tell that it was a fake expression. Never had Desiray been innocent. She looked from Mackenzie to Tristan, waiting for their answers
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 24, 2005 1:14:52 GMT
"We just met." Tristan said, "By chance. Do you know each other?"
Tristan waited for the reply and thought about his situation. He was standing outside in the fresh air of hogwarts, a slytherin girl in front of him and another behind. If they were boys Tristan would have left already. Afterall one of them was a fifth year, but they weren't boys. And Tristan was too curious to see where this would go to leave now. Were slytherin girls as bad as the boys? Tristan had a feeling he was about to find out.
He stole another glance at Desiray. She was certainly attractive. nobody could argue with that, but she was definitly cunning. and Tristan wasn't going to fall into her trap...
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Post by Desiray on Apr 24, 2005 4:22:49 GMT
Desiray shrugged slightly at Tristan's question. She put a hand on one hip, which was cocked to one side in a sensual way.
"Not exactly..." she flipped her hair and smiled at Tristan, "But I do believe we never got ot know each other very well, Tristan..." Her eyes softened noticably, she stared into his eyes sweetly.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 24, 2005 7:16:19 GMT
Tristan wasn't sure whether or not he should trust Desiray. She was very cunning. He knew that much from experience, but she did look sincere. Bah! Who was he kidding?! She was a Slytherin. Of course she seemed sincere! Tristan decided not to fall into her trap. He did, howerver decide to be friendly. Tristan was a nice person. And a relatively trusting person, but also a very caughtious and wary person. Dispite her House Tristan decided to be nice to her. After all there was no harm in that. was there.
"Are you suggesting somthing?" He asked and waited for her reply.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 24, 2005 23:28:22 GMT
Mack was ready to barf. Her blue eyes narrowed at Desiray, this was the girl who had pink tonic spilled on her. She had to give Dix props for that one. Mack flipped her hair over her shoulder and flicked her eyes back and forth as the two other conversationists spoke. Back and forth back and forth. Like a ping pong ball. Finally Mack put her hand up and said, "Sorry to interrupt this little love chat but, I have places to go and people to see. So- I just have one thing to say to you Desiray Cestbon." She cast her eyes on the Ravenclaw, "I don't really know you, so I'll give you a simple hello. But, you," Mack's blue eyes went back to Desiray, "my sister says hello. And she says that was low of you to punch her. She says, what are you? A bloody muggle? And she wonders if you can ever stop being such an arse. Now, I could give a damn about what my sister says or thinks so this is from her mouth to your ears. I think that your punch could've used a bit of work...could've broken her nose if you had absolutely wanted to. But, apparently you were weak in that area."
As she was about to turn on her heel, the wind snapped at her and flapped her cloak back. The blanket flew off her arm and drifted away. Mack screamed in anger and took out her wand with a swift movement, she pointed it at the blanket as it continued to drift, "Incendio!" She called at the flying blanket. It burst into flames before their eyes, and the ashes filtered downwards towards the ground, "Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust." Mack muttered quietly as the blanket continued to fall. Little pieces of the fabric...just drifting downward. Down. Down. Down. Her wand was tucked back into her pocket up her sleeve and she turned to face the two people again. Mack wasn't a socialite, she didn't speak to many people...and when she did it was usually threats and such. So why she was standing there at the moment, was beyond her and she didn't know why she just didn't leave.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 25, 2005 1:31:06 GMT
Tristan listened to Mack in shock. She certainly had a point about the two acting like love birds. And if Desiray was the type of girl to punch other girls Tristan wasn't sure he wanted to get to know her. She sounded very nasty. Having heard the last sentence of Macks speech he was speechless. He had nothing to say whatsoever and so turned towards Desiray who looked as though she was a bout to speak.
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Post by Desiray on Apr 28, 2005 23:50:04 GMT
Desiray shrugged at Tristan's comment. She wasn't suggestign anything acually... she was about to tell him so when Mack started to talk. Desiray felt her calm face turn into a nasty glare as she listened to Mack's words. Desiray had stupidly forgotten that Mack was Dixie's sister. She rolled her eyes and ground her teeth in frustration and towering anger. Mack turned to leave and Desiray's hands clenched. But before Desiray could or say anythign Mack's blanket flew off and then burst into flames from the spell Mack cast apon it. Then she turned and did not leave. Desiray glared, her lips pursed together.
"I have onlyone thing to say to you," she said through angrily clenched teeth, "That whole, me punching Dixie thing was so long ago. I am SO TIRED of hearing people talk about it! Stop being your sisters little messenger girl and grow up! How about you start insulting people for things that acually matter!" she glared after her comment and then looked to Tristan who was goggling her in shock. She glared at him to.
"What are you looking at?" all traces from her flirtatious manner were gone and Desiray Cestbon had turned from tease to possible murderer.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 29, 2005 1:49:43 GMT
Mack's eyes narrowed at Desiray. Messenger girl? Her? Please...the only reason Mack said something to this whench was because she thought it would cause a fight. Oh, how right she was. A smug smile appeared on her lips and she crossed her arms at the older Slytherin. This girl was a tease, and Mackenzie knew this, she also knew tht this girl had her eye on something...and Mack knew she had no chance of getting it. So, as Desiray insulted her...Mack just smiled. She didn't care.
"First; it wasn't so long ago. Dix can barely breathe through her nose...so if it was long ago then her nose would be perfectly healed wouldn't it? Second; I am grown up. More than you apparently who has to result to words that don't sting when they hit the flesh. Third; I am messenger to no one. I simply told you these things because I wanted to see your reaction. I want my sister's life to be hell, and if you can't see that you are legally blind. You dim-witted, twit, of a half blood generation, don't you think about insulting me with your useless words and pointless thoughts. Because to me...you are nothing. Guys are free to use you, or what's left of you that is." Mack responded dryly. Her tone ice cold. She swore a shiver rose up her spine. But her eyes remained frozen on Desiray, not really wanting to break away the stare..afraid that would prove something. So Mack held her ground.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 29, 2005 7:15:42 GMT
(( Desiray, you are godmoding my character. I choose whether he was oggling at you arefter you have spoken and he wasn't  )) Tristan was still speechless. It was as though he had walked into the middle of what was obviously an ongoing dissagreement. He wasn't sure whether he should say anything for fear of getting his head blown off. He remaind silent and waited to see what desiray had to say in reply to Mack |
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Post by Desiray on Apr 29, 2005 17:36:44 GMT
((oop... sorry dude. My bad))
Desiray looked Mack up and down, a dissapproved look apon her face. She shook her head, as Mack's words did nothing to her temper. It stayed nuetral. She wasn't ready to blow up and she wasn't ready to calm down either. Desiray sighed and stared at Mack for a moment.
"I am very disappointed in you, Mack. Trying to insult poor wittle Desiray. Well guess what? Your words have no affect on me. You are just like your sister. Idiotic and insane. I'm leaving. This is rubbish!" she glared once more at Tristan before she turned on her heal and stalked off. She was cautious, as usual, to wether or not Mack would send a curse or something.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 30, 2005 0:43:43 GMT
"Well what was that about?" Tristan asked Mack. "Have you guys got a past or somthing?" He was curious. He had never really seen a fight like that before at hogwarts and he wondered what had sparked it. Mack seemed to have a poisoned tongue. He words had seriously affected Desiray and Tristan wandered where this had come from. Perhaps it was bottled up anger and hate. Or perhaps being around all those slytherins all the time affected one's mind.
"Ar you ok?" Tristan asked Mack. Wandering if the argument had upset her.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 30, 2005 1:30:37 GMT
Desiray was a foolish girl. Mack was only 14 and she even knew that not everything came easily. Desiray half-expected things to come so easily to her, that all she had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride, waiting for it to come. So as Desiray stalked off, in a haughty mood, Mack merely shrugged and smiled smuggly. She had gotten to the older Slytherin, and this was a good thing for Mack. Then the Ravenclaw spoke directly to Mack. Her blue eyes shot to him and she raised her eyebrow, "She punched my older sister one night. Her nose hasn't been doing so well since. That damn girl is so screwed it's not funny. Her priorities are way off balance. She has very bad karma." Mack answered in an even tone. Her blue eyes piercing into the boy. She waited for his response, "And to answer your question....I'm fine. No harm."
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 30, 2005 1:36:45 GMT
((haha! I just realised we aren't even in the courtyard yet.)) Tristan gave Mack a genuine smile. He was gald she had principals and values. Many slytherins didn't. "Cool." Tristan said when he found out that Mack was fine, "Well I'm not as hungry as I was a few minutes ago so I don't really have to go to dinner... You wanna take a walk in the courtyard?  " Tristan wasn't sure whether Mack would accept whole heartedly or blow his head off. Or somthing in between. He braced himself for her answer. Hoping she would join him. he could do with a little human interraction. Especially with exams around the corner and mad studying every night. |
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 30, 2005 1:42:58 GMT
Mack considered this, tilted her head to the right, and nodded slowly, "Ok. Walk. Sounds good." She smiled a small smile and tucked some hair behind her ear before she looked up at the night sky. The stars sparkled and danced across her eyes, and lit her face with a beautiful glow. The wind blew past, untucked the hair and blew past her shoulder.
"So, are we gonna walk or just stand here?" She asked him, her eyes shifting to look at him again. She wasn't known to befriend anyone outside her house, she talked to a few other houses but not really a nice talk. Her voice was always sharp with them. So now she was surprised with herself that she was actually being calm with this Ravenclaw.
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Post by Tristan MacCay on Apr 30, 2005 1:52:08 GMT
"Okay..." Tristan smiled. He began to walk slowly towards the small tunnel to the left to get to the courtyard. He was glad to have some friendly company. It was strange though. He had never eally befriended a slytherin before. He had seen them around. exchanged a few words but never like this. He had never been this friendly towards one. He slowed until Mack drew even with him before he continued to walk towards the couryard. A sudden noise to the right caused him to stop moving. He stared into the gloom,
"Lumos!" Tristan wand lit up the area and he waited to see what had caused the noise.
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Post by Mackenzie Holden on Apr 30, 2005 2:01:33 GMT
After Tristan had lit his wand, Mack heard a meow. She recognized that meow anywhere. Mack bent down, stuck out her fingers, and clicked her tongue. Sly walked slowly towards her owner's sister, and then gingerly licked the fingertips of Mackenzie's fingers. Sly was a Maine Coone, a very lovable cat. It was sad how poorly Dix treated Sly, and Mack was really Sly's only comfort. She scooped the cat into her arms and cuddled close with it. A purr escaped from the cat and Mack smiled a genuine smile, "This is Sly. My sister's cat. I wonder why she's out...?" She narrowed her eyebrows as she petted the cat's head.
"That's just so typical of Dixie. She treats her cat like rubbish." Mack said this mostly to herself, but she was looking at Tristan as she did. Her fingers scratching the cat's head which had a knot in it. She sighed and continued walking, "Do you have any pets?" She asked, looking at him with a smile.
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