Something Spectacular! ((Tristen))

[sammy]

"You sure you don't want to come out?" Cathy asked her twin sister, Giselle, with a hopeful smile. Giselle shook her head. "I'd fall over and get a dreadful bruise. No thanks. You can go alone." Annoying, really, how Giselle always thought of her appearance. Cathy was vain in some form as well, but not like that. She shrugged and walked in the opposite direction of Giselle. Cathy didn't care that Giselle didn't want to... but, she did. She did care, and she wanted to spend some time with her sister. Quality time, not just throwing insults at each other. Cathy held back her frustrated tears as she stormed down the corridor to the Gryffindor common room. Fine. If Giselle didn't want to come, she would just miss out. Cathy was learning how to.... not care.

Cathy sat on her bed, putting her head in her hands as she looked down at her feet. The idea she had come up with didn't seem very fun anymore, nor did she look forward to it. The wilting feeling deep inside made her wince unpleasantly. With a small sigh, Cathy leaned back on her four-poster until she was sprawled across it, her blond hair splayed everywhere. Cathy stayed this way for a long time, contemplating just abandoning the plan, or going through with it anyway. Finally, she sat up, drew in a deep breath, and went to where she kept all her things. Pulling out her ice-skates, she looked over them carefully. They had once been white, but now they were muddy and very ugly looking. They also looked smallish, much smaller then Cathy's feet. She shrugged it off mentally; they would fit. After putting on a heavy winter coat over her clothing, putting on gloves, and ear-muffs, Cathy was on her way down to the Lake.

Her ice-skates were small and stiff. Very uncomfortable. It may have been the fact that they were nearly two years old, or maybe it was because Cathy was a growing person, but for some reason, they just didn't fit as well anymore. Cathy laced them and winced as it tightened painfully around her feet. She squirmed around for a little while, fighting to make her bloody feet comfortably, and finally settled down when she could promptly wiggle her toes. That was basically the only part of her foot she could move, and very little at that. Cathy smiled, flushed with the success, and stood up. She had skated before, so she knew how to do it and her balance was well handled. Moving out to it, Cathy put one foot in front of the other, leaning her weight forward as she did so. At first she was timid and wobbly, but as the seconds turned into minutes, Cathy's strides became purposeful and powerful. She glided across the ice perfectly.

After about fifteen minutes, however, Cathy was forced to stop. She went back to where she had put her shoes, and sat down in the small layer of snow, shivering as it touched her pants. Her skates were too small! She couldn't skate with them any longer then what she had without her foot falling off. Cathy bit her bottom lip, reached down, and tried to pull of one of the skates. She got it off, but her foot hurt at the heel and was bruised all over. Cathy winced and put that socked foot into her normal shoes before repeating the painful process with her other foot. "Just great...." Cathy muttered as she finally had her feet comfortably in her sneakers. No more ice-skating for her. In anger, Cathy picked up the blasted ice-skates and threw them at the lake, hoping the ice would break and swallow them up, but instead they just slid across the ice until they were a good fifteen feet from her. Cathy wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, just realizing the cold. She remained like this until she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

[tristen]

"That, thats a good one really!" Tristen said sarcastically at his roommate. They always would crack jokes at how he liked to write, and draw, and pretty much do anything creative. All they did was typical guy stuff. Tristen wasn't like that, sure he liked to play sports, and check out girls, but he also loved to write, and draw. Tristen smiled, and walked over to the closet. He pulled out his jacket. He sat his jacket on his bed-side table by his books. He made his bed, and picked up his side of the room. He walked over to his roommates mirror, and comb his blond hair. Tristen then walked back to his bed- side table, and grabbed his jacket, sketching paper, and quill. "Later.." Tristen said, while leaving his room.

He headed down the stairs of his dorm. He walked slowly admiring some of the artwork on the walls. He walked passed the Gryffindor common room. He stepped in, and said hey to some of his friends, then headed back out to the Great Hall. He stepped in the huge room. He sat at his house table, and grabbed a bite to eat. When he finished there, he decided to go out to the grounds. He walked out tucked his jacket closer to his body, and headed out into the white snow. His eyes squinted as the cold air hit his face. He walked over to the lake to sit on a nearby bench, and sketch. Tristen loved going out to the lake to draw. It was the perfect nature scene, and reminded him of home. Tristen's family was stable. Big house, the works, but Tristen didn't care about that. He just loved the woods, and his lake. When he was home he would take his drawing pad, or book, and he would go pass time. Tristen tried to open his eyes a little wider, but as he did his hazel eyes started to glisten. They were watering from the air hitting them so harshly.

As Tristen got closer to the lake, he saw someone. This kind of surprised him. He was surprised to see someone out on this cold day. He saw, as he got closer, that it was a girl he knew, but hadn't properly introduced himself to yet. Her name was Cathrine. She was in his house, and year. She was sitting on the ground. He approached her timidly, as to not startle her. He cleared his throat. "Hi, my name is Tristen." He smiled, showing off his dimples. He held out his hand gesturing for her to shake it. He looked out at the lake. The wind had calmed down, so he could fully open his eyes now. He noticed a pair of ice skates on the ice. Are those yours?" He asked curiously, looking back down at Catherine. She looked kind of upset. He just smiled nicely, and waited for a response.

[sammy]

Cathy looked around as someone said something. The voice sounded familiar, and Cathy was intrigued to find that it was Tristen, a fellow Gryffindor fifth year. They had never really talked before, let alone gotten to know each other, but she knew him by voice and appearance. She smiled at him warmly. "Hi." When he saw the skates, she stiffened and let her eyes go to them as well. "Well - no. Those aren't mine." She said, cuddling herself closer. The skates seemed strange on the barren lake. Cathy shivered and stood up, sliding a little in the snow. "I guess I'll go get them though. I might... need them later." Cathy smiled and started tentatively walking out on the icy lake. Her sneakers were not meant for such an exercise. She skidded across it, tentatively sticking her arms out for more balance. With a small little gasp as she slid a little way across, she finally reached the ice-skates.

"I got them!" She called to Tristen as if it was something spectacular. She waved the skates around like a beacon. She grinned and started to walk forward, but slipped this time, and fell hard on her butt. Cathy let out a small scream as she fell and the ice-skates skidded a few feet away. After gathering back her momentum and wits, Cathy stood up shakily. "I'm okay." She yelled for no apparent reason. She wasn't even sure if Tristen cared or not, but that was okay. She didn't mind. With a small gesture, she approached the bank again, empty handed. Once there, she flopped back down on the ground, breathless. "Well, that wasn't exactly anything spectacular, was it?" She asked with a shaky laugh. Ruefully, she rubbed her bottom. "And I could have used magic all along!" With a sigh, Cathy took out her wand and muttered, "Accio Ice-Skates!" And watched them come speeding toward her.

"All that for nothing," Cathy said with an annoyed twist of her lips. Giselle was right; it wasn't fun being bruised. She considered the ice-skates for a moment before setting them aside. "Have you ever ice-skated before in sneakers?"

[tristen]

Tristen smiled gently as she went forth to get the ice skates. He watched carefully, hoping she wouldn't fall, and hurt herself. The ice looked extra slick. He walked toward a bench that sat by the edge of the frozen lake, and watched as she creped forward, finally reaching the mysterious ice skates. Tristen smiled as he saw her bringing the skates. She hadn't fallen once. As soon as Tristen thought that he heard a thump. He stood up looking over at the ice he saw Catherine getting up shakily. Tristen stood up, and walked over to where she sat on the snow. "Ouch.." He teased. "I'm just kidding, are you sure your okay?" He asked being the caring person he was. It reminded him of the first time he had been on ice. He wasn't ice skating or anything though. He was really young, but he had dropped something, and as he was a little toddler he didn't know that ice was slippery, and he fell. Of course his mom came running to get him saying "My poor baby!" Tristen laughed remembering the good days at home.

He loved Hogwarts though, but yet he often missed his home, and family. "I guess not!" He said with a grin. "Sorry you fell.." Tristen laughed when he heard her mention she could have used magic all along. "that might would've helped." He watched as she said the spell, and the ice skates came right to her. It was rather funny. Tristen hadn't thought about using magic either. And there they were in their fifth year at the school for witchcraft, and wizardry. "Once, a long time ago, I mean a long time ago." "I was also trying to as you were to retrieve something off the ice." "I didn't realize I could have used magic until after." "But hey, it would have ruined the fun." Tristen smiled.

"So what brings you out here in the blistering cold?" Tristen asked nicely. He started to get the cold feeling, especially now that he was sitting on the cold ground.

[sammy]

((I"m so, so sorry for such a long wait. If you want to forget this thread, that's fine, but I'm going to reply right now anyway. ))

Cathy smiled at Tristen, clutching the ice-skates close to her as to inspect them. She already knew what they looked like of course. You could say it was just an act. Cathy wouldn't argue, although her intentions weren't to lie to Tristen. She stuck out her tongue as he teased her. "Oh, be quiet." She muttered, placing the boots beside her on the ground. When she turned around again, she gave Tristen a playful little push. "I'm fine, except I'll probably have a few bruises." She shrugged. "I'm used to that though. I mean - I ice-skate a lot on ice, and I dance too. Ballet. But anyway - I'll be fine. Thanks." Cathy smiled at him, watching as his mind seemed to travel away from where they were presently sitting.

"Yes, so am I. Very sorry I'll not be able to sit properly in a chair today." Cathy smiled. She probably would be able to sit in a chair, once she used magic for help, but otherwise she was rather unable. She grinned at Tristen as she fingered the blades of the ice-skates that were faced up toward her. "Fun?" She asked, turning back to him with a half serious half joking face. "Fun? I must ask, what fun did you get? Besides getting a good thump on the behind or whatever happened. That's the only trophy I have from this experience." Cathy turned back to the blades, turning them up in her hands. They were cold to the touch, and very sharp. As Cathy ran her hands over it, they slipped a bit and a small cut appeared on her pointer finger, blood coming forth. "Ouch!" Cathy cried before she could stop herself. She really didn't want Tristen to worry.

"I'm fine. Just a small cut." She murmured before he could say anything. "It'll stop bleeding soon." She would have put her finger in the snow as it was cold and would stop the blood, but didn't. Infections lived there, no doubt. She would have applied pressure on her finger with her other hand, but she didn't want to get blood all over the silk. And she most certainly wasn't about to wipe it on her coat. No way. So she just let it hang freely, giving Tristen a shrug as he asked a question she wasn't sure how to answer. Why did she come out here? To ice-skate, but she simply couldn't tell Tristen that after saying that the skates weren't hers. She made a gesticulation in the air, as if to summon something from the sky. "Oh, I dunno. Just bored, I guess..." Think, Cathy, think! "I always liked the lake, so I Just ventured here and sat down. Only until you pointed them out did I see the skates." Cathy smiled at Tristen, trying to look completely innocent. She then, after searching for something else to say, noticed that Tristen looked a little cold.

"Let's go sit on that bench over there." Cathy pointed at it and stood up, carefully avoiding using her pointer finger. Hobbling over, she sat down with a mildly hard thump, which hurt even worse. Cathy gave a grimace and leaned back on the hard wood, patting the space beside her for Tristen to come sit. "Why did you come out here?" She asked, firing the question he had asked her back at him. "You don't seem to like the cold much..."