Future Paths Uncovered By The Past ((Dawn))

[charrie]

Anne ran a hand quickly through her wet hair. The water ran through her fingers and down her robes to the ground below. She frowned. Rain. Of all the things that could have happened today it had to rain. Annie threw her soaked notebooks on the floor just inside the Entrance Hall. She was soaked, thanks to her own brilliance with deciding she needed to be as far away from the doors as possible. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her wand which slipped from her wet hand and hit the floor causing a few yellow sparks from the end. She winced at the sight. Wonderful. It better not be broken, because I don't have time for this, she thought to herself as she bent down and picked it up trying to hold on to the slippery wood. She then pointed it at herself and her clothes quickly dried as did her hair. Although it wasn't top notch. She still couldn't get the spell perfect. A few places were still damp and her hair was frizzed. She ran her still wet hands through her hair and tried to calm it.

A Gryffindor thought Anne to be quite the sight and they started laughing. Anne turned quickly to the kid and glared as she held her wand out. The kid seemed to get the hint and took off at top speed, still laughing unfortunately, but at least they were gone. Anne rolled her eyes at the pest as she returned to running her hands through her hair. She shrugged as she realized it was as good as it was going to get. She turned to her soaking notebooks. They were her journals. She had been reading through them for the past hour. It was something she enjoyed. You never knew what you could run across in an old journal that could help you in future endeavors. However, the site of the soaked books chilled her to the bone. She held her wand at them with a daring look and said the spell. Within seconds they were dry, but she was afraid to open one and see if the writing had washed away. Picking up her latest journal she opened it and a smile washed over her face. The writing was intact. A little blurry, but it would be fine.

Anne flipped through the other books and was glad to see that only a few entries had been ruined partially. She stacked them back together and headed up the stairs. She wanted to continue flipping through her old entries without too much of an interruption and that only left the student lounge. Though, now that it was pouring outside the lounge would probably be completely full. But maybe she would get lucky and find somewhere to sit inside. The door to the lounge was standing open when Anne reached it. Walking inside she was relieved to find that most students had ended up in their common room as opposed to the student lounge. She held herself upright in her dance stance as she made her way to the back of the room to a table near the window. The soft patter of rain could be heard and she realized a window was ajar when she smelt the familiar scent of fresh rain. She smiled lightly at the smell as she placed her journals on the table and took a seat. Now where was I? Oh right, 3 April, she wondered as she pulled out the journal and flipped to the date.

[dawn]

Dawn's daily personal quidditch practice was in full swing. Her; and her boyfriend Cole, were duking it out on the pitch. Dawn, a strong chaser hurled, swatted, batted, hit, and beated maroon quaffles at the Keeper; Cole Waters. He always enjoyed their practices together. He kept up with each and every ball coming his way. Falling this way and that, going from the far right goal to the far left in seconds to save two quaffles at once. Dawn loved this. Her and Cole shared a relationship ever since she could remember, and quidditch always fancied both of their tastes. *CRACK* a lighting bolt shot through the sky which was soon followed by several rumbles of thunder. "Damn it!" she yelled as she darted a hexed bludger and flew toward Cole. "End early, or a little longer?" Cole's dark eyes flashed and he smiled. Replying in his normal, pushing voice. "Few more, or are you scared?" Dawn's eyes narrowed as she grabbed the quaffle from his hands and flew to center pitch watching the two hexed bludgers soaring through the sky. Tossing the red iron ball from one hand to the other, she watched as Cole's Eye's toggled with it. Another crack sounded behind her as she went off toward the goals. Rain started to fall in large drops, and several splashed her in the face. Cursing, she kept soaring doing somersaults and barrel rolls toward the goals. Feeling the rain starting to seep through her practice cloak Dawn felt goosebumps rise from her skin. Watching Cole, he flicked his wet hair back, as he paced on his broom for Dawn's move. Shooting left, Dawn threw the quaffle above her. Turning 360 degrees in a matter of nano seconds, the quaffle fell and the bottom of her broom hit it toward the far left goal. Cole lep for the opportunity- he had yet to miss a goal this practice. Sliding from his broom, he snatched the quaffle out of the air and tucked it near his chest. The rain started falling faster, as it seemed to do in-since with the action. Smiling the charming smile; Cole only has around Dawn, he flew toward the ground to put the practice quaffles away. Dawn cursed as she watched Cole. "Glad you are on my team! That's all I have to say, boyo!" Dawn laughed as she took her wand out of her pocket and turned around to the bludger that was flying her way. Flicking her wrist the bludger stopped in mid air, and slowly decreased hight and fell toward the ground. Following it down, She took it in her arms, and walked it over to the practice box.

The grass beneath their feet squished as the rain continued to fall. Cole carried the box toward the locker room and set it away in its assigned closet. "Well, I must go. Potion's in a few minutes and I have to get cleaned up. See you after class." Leaning in Cole kissed Dawn softly on her lips as he flicked up his cloak hood and made his way out of the locker room. Dawn left alone in the locker room turned to her locker and started to change out of her practice cloak into her normal clothes. Minutes later, the back locker room door opened and Dawn dressed in a Grey cloak, lined in light blue, and trimmed in green; emerged from the opening. Locking the door with a special spell, she pulled her cloak hood over her long blond hair and mounted her broom. Flying up to the school, she skimmed the trees daring the lighting to strike her. Laughing to herself at the daring act, she dismounted at the stop cement stair of the Oak doors.

Pushing one open, she stepped inside. Placing her Firebolt up against the wall, she took out her wand and tapped both of her arms so that her entire cloak would dry in seconds. Pocketing her wand, she took her broom in hand, and started up the stairs. "Where too.....?" she thought to herself as she marched up the red intricate carpeting. "I'm sure the Common Room is freezing with this rain. So... Student Lounge?" she quarraled with herself. She did not want to share a space with a mudblood, but she was in the mood to be around more people while she waited for Cole to get done with class.

After a few minutes of wandering around the castle, Dawn arrived at the Common Room. Two students stood outside the door talking. "Excuse me." she spoke, as she walked in between the two into the room. The room was amazingly not as full as she thought. A few halfbreeds scattered in the right corner, but nothing to get her blood to boil. Walking over to the far wall, she placed her broom up against a plush brown leather chair. Slipping her Grey cloak off, it gave image to her new clothes. Which were a Grey pleated skirt with baby blue pinstripes, a white short sleeve button up collared shirt, accompanied by baby blue heels to match the skirt's stripes and a pair of dazzling hanging earing's. Dawn always had to look presentable, always. Habit, hobby; call it what you may- but she needed to represent herself well. Hanging her cloak over the back of the seat, she sat down, and opened up a quidditch magazine which sat on top of a table near by. She fell into the magazine as she listened to the rain beat off the castle; due to an open window near by.



(( Wow, longer than I expected. Sorry..... mamma mia!))