A State of Mind ((Anyone))

[giselle]

Giselle woke up slowly, resting her long golden head on the pillow with a royalty about her. She was splayed out in elegance, with her eyes half closed. She didn't want to wake up for the weekend. There was nothing to look foreword to anymore; she wasn't in her mansion. She was completely alone here, and ultimately bored into oblivion. She turned over and grunted sleepily, hoping to get back to wonderful, peaceful sleep. Sleep wasn't boring. Sleep was merciful. Sleep was good. She murmured nonsense under her breath and cuddled closer under the cover. It was comfortable and she didn't want to ruin it over completely nothing. She lay there for a good hour, hoping sleep would take her away from the hard bed but she stayed there, not sleeping. Finally, after opening her eyes and staring at the blank wall for moments, she pulled herself up, afraid to gaze at her reflection. It must look ghastly. No, instead she would brush her hair and wash her face before looking at her face in the glass. Smirking she tore off the blankets and hobbled slowly to the sink, splashing water on her face and scrubbing away the sleepy dust on the corner of her eyes.

She was up and about by nine in the morning, her feet clapping loudly on the stone floor. It was rhythmic, which made her feel sleepy again. Clip, clap, clip, clap. Her high-heels clicked slowly across the way, her eyes drooping slightly. Nothing would make her wake up this morning. Nothing. She sighed and slipped away from the crowd that was in the dungeons, moving on to the Entrance Hall. She ran ahead, thinking she saw a friend but it turned out to be some stranger. Wonderful. If only she could find Cathy and have some fun. She was already on icy terms with her good-twin; she was, after all, an unworthy, lowly Gryffie. She smiled arrogantly and turned a corner, only to run straight into someone. "Excuse you!" she cried as the person didn't stop to apologize. They just kept on going. She glared at his retreating back; talk about bad manners. She smirked and continued on her way, turning into the library. She hated the library. Clicking over to the nearest seat, she sat down and chewed on her lower lip, completely bored. The library was boring and quiet, especially with ugly Madame Pince swooping over people. It always sent a shiver down Giselle's spin, which wasn't pleasant. The woman needed a breath mint. She was about to push her chair out and walk away from the impossible silence when the door swung open, breaking her gaze from a bookshelf to the person entering.

[kris]

Kris hated being ill. And being blind was just an illness that would never go away. AT least no one had ever thought of a cure for the curse that had hit Kris. There was no other way to remove the black cover from his eyes but to gauge his eyes out. Something Kris would rather prefer to not too. Besides he wouldn’t be seeing without eyeballs either. But he didn’t even think about sticking to the Hospital Wing around the clock. Kris slowly tried to relearn the castle. Shockingly Morrigan was huge help at this. The kitten had taken up to being carried on Kris’s shoulders – being small enough to fit into Kris’s palm and therefore being small enough for this as well - and Kris and Morrigan had seemed to have created a bond. When Morrigan jumped from his shoulder to the left, then Kris knew he had to turn to the left. Shocking really how smart the little ball of fur Kris had saved near his manor was. That didn’t make Kris’s mood any better however. He was still blind.

With his back as straight as ever Kris slowly moved down the hallways towards the library this time. He had pretty much gotten the hang of reading with his fingers. He just needed a lot of practice on it and he would find something suitable in the library. With his right hand leaning on a bit stout walking cane Kris walked towards the library relying on his instincts, memories and Morrigan to make sure he would reach it. His head was still held high – even though his eyes were hidden behind a pair of black sun-glasses – and he walked straightly even when his pace was a lot slower than what it used to be. This time it was just a slow and unbearable lazy saunter.

Pushing the library doors open Kris wasn’t bothered at all when the doors swung and hit the floor on either side of him before slamming closed again. Madam Pince made a small noise but perhaps she was just shocked at seeing Kris here now that he was blind because no warning followed.
Kris moved forward towards the book-shelves when some unfortunate 4th year slammed into him. The boy backed away and apologized immediately but that didn’t help him. Kris’s bared his teeth furiously with his wand already raised. Morrigan hissed threateningly on his shoulder as Kris let out the curses. The boy gasped and Kris smirked knowing that the boy was now ‘blessed’ with an elephants trunk and ears as well as blinking neon-green hair. Really, he should learn how to watch out.
With a flick of Kris’s wrist his wand was back hidden inside his sleeve. Luckily this was a trick he had learned long before getting blind. Being blind only seemed to have enchanced the strength behind his spells. Yet Kris would give away his left arm to be able to see again.

Walking slowly forward Kris stopped obediently as Morrigan’s claws pressed into his shoulder. Raising his hand Kris felt the air before her extending his arm until his fingers finally came into contact with the familiar backs of books. Kris wasn’t as graceful as he used to be and he most certainly was much more snarky, but he had a lot to get used to as well. His fingers following the back of books up and down Kris noted with satisfaction that he had reached the section of potions books. His fingers slowly tracing the spins of books and the writings on them Kris set on the rather difficult task to find one for him to read.


((Hope you don't mind me joining. I can delete this post if you want to, it just seemed the perfect oportunity for Kris.))

[giselle]

((It's perfectly fine. Giselle needs to meet someone as snarky as Kris. ;D ))

Giselle didn't register right away who it was that walked through the door. Thinking it would be someone worthless or freaky, she returned back to looking down at her hands. Looking down at the bag she had brought to the library. It held a book, writing utensils and a few textbooks to finish up her homework. She lifted it up to her lap and picked through it, grabbing things randomly to inspect them. All of it held useless or completely boring things, so she pulled out her book reluctantly. Giselle loathed reading. To just lose yourself in a book took ultimate concentration on her part, and she wasn't about to waste time and energy on a book. She had much better things to do then that. Placing her book mark on the table, she skimmed through the pages slowly, trying to remember where it was she had left off. It was hard to get back into a book after dropping it and forgetting about it. She glared purposely at it, before stopping in the middle of the third paragraph on page thirty-nine. Wonderful. She ran a hand through her blond hair and tried to stay focused on the small text talking about a muggle fantasy that included what muggles thought was 'magic.' Boring and utterly draining. Snapping the book shut loudly, she leaned back in the chair slowly, pleasuring when it creaked loudly. Hopefully it would annoy someone. Complaints were wonderful to hear; a satisfactory lust that was easily covered by annoyed people.

Giselle swiveled her head slowly, looking around the many bookshelves for something to do. The person that had entered was obviously lost somewhere in the crowd of people studying at tables. Great. No one special to talk to or annoy in any matter. She sighed and was about to stand and leave when she saw a very odd sight indeed. A male was feeling among the bookshelves, and really feeling. Not just looking but feeling the binding of the books as though....blind. Giselle eyed him curiously, was he really blind or was that how he picked out books. The theory of his blindness was proved easily when she saw the walking cane and sunglasses flash in the light. How....interesting. Giselle stood up and walked toward him slowly, leaving her belongings back at the table, where, if someone stole them....it just wouldn't be pretty. Her wand was in her shirt pocket and she smiled casually at the boy as she reached him, although she couldn't see. "You must be...um...." she started when she stopped in front of him, leaning against the bookcase. "Kras....Kris...Grass? Or is it Grras?" she smirked slightly, tapping her chin. She knew his name alright, Kris Graas, but it was just her way to annoy people or test their patience. She smiled sweetly at him, or a mockery of sweetness, eying the binding of the books. If he was blind, how could he possibly read. "Need some help there, Kris?" she asked calmly as her eyes swept over the sunglasses, his clothes, and his cane once again. He was the Slytherin that had been hit by the curse no doubt. She had been rather curious about the whole idea and here was the walking blind boy, still possibly fresh from the outcomes of the attacks. She smirked pleasantly, pleased at her findings.

[kris]

Kris’s fingers glided over the binding of the books. Kris wasn’t afraid of doing work when it was needed, but he often worked with animals, propping their injuries to make sure exactly what they were before fixing them. It really came useful now as it had kept the pads of Kris’s fingers nice and soft, so he didn’t have any trouble feeling the letters.
Morrigan gave a threatening hiss as her claws extended and Kris pulled into an immediate stop, already knowing by heart the small signs the kitten would give him. Morrigan was surprisingly smart by this. Kris didn’t really miss a guide-dog to let him move around easily. He seemed to be owning a ‘guide-cat’.

As it turned out Morrigan’s warning didn’t come a moment too late. A girl had slid to step in Kris’s way. Kris arched a lazy eye-brow at her stumbling words, practically hearing mockery from them. Now that he couldn’t see an other people Kris was surprised to see exactly how much a person’s voice sounded different… and how much it actually told of someone’s feelings. Kris valuated the girl and what he knew of her quickly in his mind. A Slytherin probably as other houses stayed away from him in the bigger part as well as the mocking comment. Probably an older student – 4th or 5th year as Kris decided according to the height the voice was coming from. Not older or in the same year as Kris – he should have recognized people in his own year and older persons would not have tried to make themselves sound big with such fake mockery.

“Really now? Well, perhaps I could help you rather. Let me start with a free piece of advise. Take speaking classes. Such dignified words as ‘um’ as well as the pause do not show good class. I pity your parents who have had to raise you and yet you haven’t appeared to be bright enough to learn how to speak properly,” Kris’s words sounded sweet without no hint of sarcasm as they were completely serious. Something that should touch a nerve much more seriously than obvious irony. Kris’s voice sounded a bit concerned rather only adding to the insult carefully hidden within his words that slipped from his lips easily without any hesitation after the girl had stopped speaking.
Kris’s right hand had never stopped it’s movement over the books and now he pulled down a book from the highest shelf. Obviously a book not very often taken out as the leaves were dusty above. Raising the book to his lips Kris smirked as he blew out making the dust flow away from the book in the direction of where the girl’s voice last sounded.

Giving the girl – or her supposed location – a smirk as Morrigan purred Kris turned after having added the last touch of his insult. His walking cane reached out slightly Kris found the nearest table without worries and placed the book on the table as Morrigan ran down his arm and hissed at the occupant of the table. Kris waited patiently for a moment before telling icily: “This is your clue for leaving.” There was still amomentary silence, but then a chair was hurriedly pushed back whoever had been occupying the table grabbed his things and after muttering a ‘sorry’ rushed away. Kris smirked and sat down at the table. Leaning his cane on his chair Kris flipped open his book his fingers gliding over the table of context as Kris looked for some potion that might interest him.

((Someone as snarky as Kris? DOn't seem to be very good at it, but thanks. I do practice being mean in front of my mirror. ))

[giselle]

((Lol, I really don't think you need practice. You really are a good Kris. ;D It's hard sometimes to reply to his insults, especially with Giselle, since she's my newest charrie. I try my best though.))

Giselle's eyebrow rose gracefully as the boy, Kris, said she needed speaking lessons. Was he serious? If he was, might as well put him in St. Mungo's for being blind and stupid. She had no speaking problems....couldn't he tell that was mockery just to say that the way she did? He really did need a lesson in the English language if he couldn't grasp that! Giselle smirked, satisfied, although she had said nothing of this to the boy. She didn't need to. Thinking was enough to justify him. Just to smirk made her feel as if everything was alright. It often made people wonder what she was thinking about, and if not, it made then frustrated at her resolve to not feel anything toward their insults. It was a good one, she gave him that, but there were obvious holes in which she could dig into and bother the idea he had placed in his head. Speaking lessons...honestly! Giselle giggled lightly behind cupped hands to hide her immense satisfaction for how this was going. Kris knew how to insult. That was good. It was a complete waste of time to be with someone who couldn't stand up for themselves. Even Cathy was somewhat of a threat while angry and frustrated. Giselle revealed her mouth in order to speak, but she found that she was isolated. The boy had apparently left. Now that was enough to make her angry. She sauntered off to the table he had decided to sit at. She swooped down gracefully in the seat across from him so she had a full view.

"Really? If you ask me, you should still be in the hospital wing. Although you do look somewhat good in the shades but the cane? Maybe you should teach yourself to walk around by yourself. I would tell you some lessons to take, but sadly no one teaches blind kids anymore. Too much of a hassle. I know I wouldn't want to teach anyone blind. It would be like teaching an incompetent infant. Horrible and disgusting." she smirked arrogantly, her face held up so the lights made it shine. It wasn't pale enough to make a shine on her skin itself but it reflected off her eyes, making them seem glassy. Like a doll. A pretty doll with glassy eyes. She turned her attention back to Kris and smiled sweetly. The cat on his shoulder was distinguishing, but not enough to make the incomprehensible feeling of it disappear. Giselle knew muggles used guide-dogs, but guide-cats? There wasn't such a thing. "I like that parakeet on your shoulders. Does it tell you what to do or is it an extension of your being? I know you may need extra help through this troubling part of your seemingly wonderful life, but honestly. I would have thought better from a Slytherin." she smiled with glee, glad her mouth was so quick to pick up things. Where would she be if she had been mute? She shrugged; Giselle did not think about things that weren't there. It was just boring and ugly, considering it wasn't real. She would never be mute, so why think about it? She held out her hand, forgetting she hadn't introduced herself. "Giselle Dumas. If you're anyone important, you should recognize the name." her hand reached across the table, and she waited to see whether or not he would take it. If he didn't, who really cared? If he did, how could he see it? Giselle was really testing him, as she did everyone else, although this had to be most troublesome for the one sitting across from her. The more fun for Giselle though.

[kris]

Kris’s fingers slid down the list of potions in the book until they came to rest on one that did sound curious. Sensitive fingers followed the line to see more information and Kris learned that the potion was described on page 64. His fingers slipped to the corner of the page where Kris discovered that the page-numbers weren’t printed there so he slid his hand upwards again where he found the page numbers printed in the upper right corner.
Flipping the pages forward, Kris found page 64 about the same time when he heard the light scrape of the chair-legs on the floor. Morrigan gave a little hiss and Kris didn’t doubt in guessing who had sat down across himself. Leaning at the back of his chair Kris’s fingers found the potion and then started sliding over the fine printed lines as he started reading even though his head was turned straight forward.

Kris’s eye-brow rose slightly at the girls word: “My, I must congratulate you. How long did it take you to learn how to speak without strutting. And I’m sure madam Pomfrey is pulling out her hair once again – if she has discovered that I’m gone again. You are rather right – she doesn’t think I’m well enough to be out of the Hospital Wing just yet.” Kris smirked at the girl not bothering to answer about the cane. It was surprisingly useful actually. Who would expect you to hit someone with it? Or use the hook of it to take hold of someone’s neck make them basically nervous. Kris could live with being underestimated- something this girl obviously seemed to be doing.

Morrigan gave one more hiss on Kris’s shoulders. Obviously the little ball of fur didn’t like the girl as she hopped off from Kris’s shoulder and running down on his arm sat up in front of his book. “Oh, Morrigan seems to have adopted me,” Kris replied coolly not showing his amusement. He had fond the kitten near his manor with a broken leg and Morrigan had gotten attached to him. She was extremely protective of him as well – Morrigan had jumped into some girls ace Kris was out with on a date before the train ride back to school. Considering the fact that Morrigan had drawn blood, the girl hadn’t been overly happy. Kris had given a simple choice – the girl or the cat. His reply was rather evident, considering the fact that Morrigan was still around.

Kris thought. Dumas family – not the worst blood-line Kris decided after making the mental connection. Not someone Kris would actually bother himself to get to know with, but not bad either certainly. “Morrigan,” Kris said quietly and the kitten slipped across the table stopping in front of Giselle’s reached out hand and then giving a small ‘mreow’. Kris reached out his right hand after marking where he had stopped reading and reached towards where Morrigan had made the sound. His fingers touched Giselle’s fingers so Kris slid his arm a bit further taking hold of the girls hand. Kris was so used to the ring around his middle finger that it didn’t seem unfamiliar to him anymore. Yet Kris noticed that it was still cool when compares to Giselle’s warmer hand.
“I would say it’s a pleasure meeting you, but literally speaking – that would be an outright lie,” Kris said with a hint of self-irony letting go of Giselle’s hand first and retreating his own hand. Not politest action, but Kris didn’t really care, “As YOU came to talk to me I presume you know how I am. So I’ll skip the introductions.“ Kris placed his fingers back onto the book letting them slide forward again as he started to read about what ingredients were needed for the potion.

[giselle]

Giselle cocked her head to the side and smirked at Kris, tapping her chin. Her long golden hair fell onto the table as she raised an eyebrow with amusement at what he said. "Not very long actually. Considering I could do it all along it took no thought whatsoever to speak." she smiled with icy sweetness. She never genuinely smiled. She always smiled sickeningly with sweetness or a significant superior air. She frowned as Kris mentioned Madame Promfey. The old lady was a good healer, she must admit, but she should keep the Hospital Wing cleaner. All the sickly could get even worse by just sitting in the room breathing the filthy air. Giselle had only been in there once, and it hadn't been pleasant. The beds had been far too hard and the pillows were awfully lumpy. She could almost feel the bars through the mattress. The floor had been disgusting and the shine that should have been there was missing. The whole Dumas family was spot free while that room was stinky and stuffy. And they call it a hospital. Giselle smirked.

"I don't fancy the Hospital Wing. Too dirty. It's a good thing Madame Promfey can heal anything, otherwise I would evade getting hurt. The woman needs to get maids or something to help with the disgusting job of cleaning filth. Unless it's mudbloods. They, of course, just make the air even more filthy then before." she drawled out lazily, flickering her gaze back to the seat she had been sitting in before Kris had entered. Her purse still lay there but she might as well get it. "Accio Purse." She muttered quietly and the purse came flying to her. She did the same for her bag, which was heavier but she got it to her safely. Where would she be without magic? She smirked lightly. As she turned back to Kris, she couldn't help but be impressed by how his fingers slid over the words. It was amazing really, that he could read. "Maybe if you show Madame Promfey your impressive reading skills she wouldn't be so reluctant to let you go." she suggested, for she wouldn't like to be stuck inside that room either. Kris was obviously not enjoying it as he was here instead of where he should be.

The cat on his shoulder was another subject of amusement for Giselle. It was obviously a very intelligent creature. How it guided Kris she couldn't quite understand. It was like they were connected somehow. Giselle shrugged. She didn't envy Kris. Having a cat on your shoulder all the time would be bothersome and a laughing subject in the halls. Giselle wasn't a laughing subject; she was the laugher. Crossing her legs and letting the left one dangle, she thought about the name of the cat. Morrigan? "That's an interesting name." she commented, her voice sounding not in the lest interested. She then watched as the cat located her outstretched hand for Kris. It was quite fascinating, although Giselle let no show of it slip through her mind and onto her face. She shook his hand and he let go rather soon, which made Giselle smile. His choice of words were also quite good, which made her smile even wider.

"Then the pleasures all mine," Giselle replied coolly, taking her hand back and crossing it with her other hand. She nodded as Kris said she knew who he was. "Of course I do. You're very famous you know. In Hogwarts, your the talk of the school. There's also that Samantha Driscoll girl, who isn't talked about as fondly as you, I suppose." Giselle shrugged. She loved gossip and did a lot of it herself, passing rumors here and there. It was her life and how she got around. Without gossip, where would the fun be? The truth wasn't nearly as wonderful without a little spice. She smiled again and placed her hands in her lap as Kris went back to reading. Is that all he did? Giselle only read when called upon to do so. In other words, she didn't like it. Smirking, she nodded toward the book he was reading. "How can you read without seeing, might I ask? Can you feel the words?" she shrugged. Something to talk about. She was going slower the usual. Soon, however, she would be intrigued enough to ask about the attack. But first she wanted to see if he would answer the simpler questions.

[kris]

Kris turned his head slightly towards Giselle at his words. He had heard that Healers from St. Mungos had been in to see him as his legal guardians had demanded it. And at that moment Fudge would have done anything for Julien and Meredith. And Healers had been in right after he awoke from coma.
„Madam P can’t heal everything,“ Kris repleid darkly as he thought about his eyes. Nothing could cure them. He would be blind for life as there wasn’t a cure for what black cover over his eyes anywhere in the world. At least no one knew about such a cure.

The girl commented on Morrigan’s name who had retreated to sit on Kris’s shoulder stiffly. The kitten wasn’t exactly hissing, but she wasn’t very welcoming either. She seemed to understand that Kris wasn’t upset so she didn’t show her protectiveness. Kris smirked. The name Morrigan had fit. Morrigan was completely black and basically a ball of fur – a real cutie. But she had the character of an alley cat without never backing up from a fight. Kris liked mythology so the name had came easily. Pretty but dangerous – the fairy queen Morrigan, who was not a little floating thing had been a intrguing character. It fit Morrigan. She didn’t give in to anything easily either.

Kris didn’t move any muscle nor did he make any sound to show that Giselle’s next words had caught her attention. ’That Samantha Driscoll girl, who isn’t talked about as fondly as you.’ Had she brought it up randomly, or had she wanted to see Kris’s reaction? Kris and Samantha were friends. Most likely Kris was one of the few friends Sam still had left due to the whole jail deal with her. They hadn’t really had a chance to met just yet as Kris had been attacked on the train and then he had been out of it. They hadn’t ran into each other yet, but Kris was most certainly going to seek Sam out now that he was able to move on his own again. Or somewhat move on his own as he couldn’t really see where he was going towards.
„And exactly are the words aaround about me and Samantha?“ Kris asked in a lazy drawl as he leaned back. Might as well listen to gossip involving him, „And pay your respect. Samantha is a Slytherin Queen and has proven her power already. And yes, I can feel the words when they’re printed.“

[giselle]

Giselle cocked an eyebrow as Kris said Madame Promfey couldn't heal everything. He was right, of course, because if she could, he would be walking around like a normal guy. But he wasn't a normal guy and could never be again. He had to use a cane, a cat, and sunglasses to help his weakness, but still, he couldn't never be 'normal' again. Giselle almost felt pity for him but caught it just in time. She couldn't let it flow through her voice. "Excuse me for asking, but is it true that blindness causes your other senses to become sharper? Like, your smell, hearing....feeling?" she smirked slightly and shook her head. Did she really have to add the 'excuse me for asking' to her sentence? It made her shiver. How disgusting. But he was a Slytherin and deserved her sincerity. He was one of her, not some filth that made it's way into a wedge just to annoy someone. She sighed. This was becoming strange. She watched as the cat perched on his shoulder. Stranger. It was just like a bird. She couldn't help but eye it with curiosity. Her kitten was loyal but not nearly intelligent. She would never admit it to anyone; anything she owned was better then anything anyone else owned. It was a simple fact but in truth, it was more opinion. 'Morrigan' was a magnificent creature, and she couldn't help but be in awe of it. She loved animals, although they more often then not took her as the enemy. She smirked quietly and leaned back in her chair, relaxing. Now that she and Kris were over the insulting part, she could actually risk to open up a bit.

Raising an eyebrow once more when Kris asked about the gossip around the school. Wasn't it easy to guess? After all, people were mouthing things all over the school about the truth and the lies. The ideas and the facts. Although ideas and lies were much more appealing to Giselle, she let what she had considered the thoughts slip to her tongue and into the air. "Oh, well it's going around that you tried to take on the Death Eater's single-handedly. Ridiculous, of course." she tilted her head slightly as she watched him for some sort of reaction. She herself had been seeking the real truth for a while now. Not many people survived a Death Eater attack, especially when they got in the way. Cowards may live, if they got lucky, but the brave suffered for their virtue. Either Kris was tempted by stupidity or he just felt the need to confront them. "There's also a rumor that you were tempted into doing it. Getting in the way, I mean. I don't know what they meant about it. Get tempted by what exactly? Death Eaters teasing you? I really doubt it." she let out a sour laugh to act on that idea. Teasing was absolutely horrible to behold, mostly when the person getting teased got into acts of violence. Giselle shivered for real when she remembered the time Daphne had tortured her into oblivion. She had said she was trying to teach her what was in her blood. It all twisted into the saying: 'Crucio!' and then pain like nothing she felt before would be paid. She didn't know how that was training her, but Giselle hadn't done anything to prevent it. She had been weak and she knew it. But still, she wouldn't do anything. She wanted to belong and feel loved. Cathy had stolen that love intentionally and there would be hell to pay when Giselle thought of the perfect revenge.

She sighed and reverted her thinking back to the rumors and gossip. It was what Kris wanted to hear. "The Driscoll girl. Samantha right? It's been rumored that she's insane, quite frankly. After being in Azkaban, they had to let her go because she was completely insane and they felt pity on her." Giselle shrugged before waving her hands in the air as if to ward off ghosts. "I'm just repeating what's said around this god-forsaken school. I didn't start it. And don't worry. I admire the Queens. No need to think I don't respect them." she lowered her arms and smirked at Kris. "Is that all you want to hear, or do you plan on listening to more junk?" she had been sliding in her chair so she looked shorter then before. Sitting up, she watched Kris for any reactions. So far he had been like marble; expressionless. Giselle loved to see people's thinking, but it wasn't any fun when the person didn't play along. Kris was hard to read, while Cathy made for some amusement, as she was more like a window-pane. Smirking pleasantly now, Giselle ran a hand through her golden hair. What to say now? "And if you don't mind, I would love to hear the first-hand story of how you gained your blindness. I won't pass it around the school or anything, unless you would like me to crush those rather flattering rumors of yours."

[kris]

Kris smirked. He had gotten that question a lot lately: “Yes, my hearing has seemed to be improved as well as my sense of smell. It is practically impossible to teach a seeing person to read brail, so I suppose that my ability to touch ahs heightened as well. Or at least I’ve started to relay more on the information I get by touching.”
Kris turned his head smirking at Giselle’s words. It wasn’t that he was overly interested in gossip or what the general opinion of himself was. Yet the girls choice of words could very well tell Kris the main moods among students. Perhaps even the under-currents. Obviously not too many stories had spread. For rather obvious reasons really. Dana wouldn’t have spoken, Kris wasn’t in the state to spoken and the only other student in the hallway had been that Huffle who died. The Death Eaters, Aurors and professors certainly would start speaking either so it wasn’t really that much of a surprise that the rumors were false.

The news about Samantha were much more disturbing however. Insane? Surely things hadn’t gone that far, but Azkaban was bound to influence the girl. Kris made a mental note to seek her out as quickly as possible. He would like to talk to Samantha. She might be having quite a hard time dealing life as it was right now.
He didn’t share these thoughts with Giselle, choosing to smirk back at the girl instead while raising his eye-brows from behind his glasses in faked innocence and naivity: “Push over the rumors? But of course I was tempted. The Death Eaters were waving a candy in front of my nose. Then they threw it away and in protection of my possession I jumped to fetch it. Must have been hurt sometime during that process.”
Kris clapped his hand over his mouth as if the thought only now hit him: “Oh my. What happened to my candy? It was never rescued, was it?”

Kris smirked at Giselle. He hadn’t lied. He had been protecting his possession. Dana was HIS sister after all. But he didn’t even want to think that his behavior would have had anything to do with some darkish bravery Gryffindors seemed to chatter about, yet talking about it was the only thing they did. “I just got in the way of the curse and was hit in the back of the head with it. That’s the most truthful and shortest version possible to receive,” Kris told Giselle with a small smirk.

[giselle]

"Really? How very interesting...." she said with a curious glance his way. It really was something extraordinary, but she was happy just to have her normal senses. She'd rather have eye-sight then be able to smell a pumpkin pie baking twenty feet away. She smirked and left her comment at that. She was sure Kris missed his sight too, but the way he was acting....he was doing fine. She twirled her hair around her finger and leaned back in her chair, spreading out to relax. He didn't say anything about the Driscoll girl's rumors, so Giselle let it rest, although she was naturally curious again. Someone insane in Hogwarts? A Slytherin Queen at that. Poor thing. Giselle never felt pity, but she did feel a tad upset that a Slytherin would get attacked by all the other Slytherin who weren't her so called friends. Giselle shrugged it off; if she was a good Queen, she would be able to fend for herself.

What Kris said was much more interesting anyhow. His candy? "Oh, I see. It must have been a good candy. Butterscotch perhaps? Or was it one of those chocolate frogs?" she smirked at him. Was Kris really telling her how it was, but with a sarcastic attitude. Giselle's head hurt and she had no intention of going all the way to try to find the truth about what happened. Kris already said that was the shortest version she would receive. "I don't know if your darling candy was rescued or not. Surely the Death Eaters enjoy it as much as you do. Otherwise they wouldn't have struck you in the back of the head. Quite a story. Remind me never to tempt you with candy, least you attack me." Giselle said somewhat sarcastically. She smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"I'll let the rumors go on. It makes you rather popular, you know. And, once you get out of that filthy Hospital Wing, you will be a sight for sore eyes." She smiled. Too bad she hadn't gotten to know Kris before. He had a rather good personality. Now that he was blind though, surely he was different from how he used to be....? "If I were you, I'd want to keep paper with me at all times. Everyone will be lining up to get your autograph, or to see whether you can actually sign." How could a blind guy sign anyway? Not even the cat could do that for him. Giselle looked over at her bag, which was heavy with all the troublesome homework to do. "I'm sure you get to skip out of school work? Lucky you, for they're absolutely piling it on."

[kris]

Kris wriggled his eye-brows rather suggestively: „Would I have jumped at just any candy? Of course it was the best. Almond covered with creme brulee and then the best dark Swiss chocolate and small peanut pieces. Rare treat to be found but tastes absolutely marvellous. Kris ate them from time to time at home. Or at Hogwarts he would have to order them as they weren’t sold in Hogsmeade nor had he seen them anywhere in Diagon Alley. Which raised the rather interesting question about when Diagon alley was being reopened. It had taken rather severe damage during the attack. As the ministry had proven itslef to be unable to do anything properly – Kris was literally a living proof of the ministrys mess up – then would htey be able to rebuild Diagon Alley properly?

„Chocolate frogs are tacky. However bring me a cookie and I shall be ah... suprised to silnece and wondering. It would bring me one step closer to reaching Nirvana and complete happiness. Perhaps I would even be reborn as a god,“ Kris mused out loudly with irony sounding from his voice. He had never been well-behaved enough to go to heaven. But at least he would be warm in hell. In intersting company too. Unless Hell would deny access to Kris... he could take over and with all those undead little minions wreck havoc... An interesting idea really. Perhaps he should think about the possibilities some more at some other time.

„Popular? And what makes you think I wasn’t popular before?“ Kris asked with a smirk. He had been popular and at the same time hadn’t been. He had alwyas had a fair share of dates and companions when he seeked company. Most of the time Kris liked to be on his own – romping in the woods, doing what he liked to do. He had never been much of a team-player and had often seeked solitude. A so-called „lone wolf“.
„And people didn’t notice my sunny personality before. Hmm, I must tell Mackie-girl to relieve me from unwanted admirers. Perhpas Samantha wouldn’t mind me hiding behind her. She could play the big nad mean protector for the little shy me. Or was your comment a hint that you’d want an autograph?“ Kris smirked and shifted himself on his chair slightly, crossing his legs at the ankles after reaching them out.
„As for school – yes, I’m freed from school-work. Can’t really expect me to be able to write proper essays now, can you?“ Kris smirked

[giselle]

Giselle laughed lightly as Kris said he wouldn't have jumped at any candy. "I wouldn't have put it past you." she replied with a smirk curling the end of her lips. Kris was really something else. The special chocolate that she had never heard of before. It certainly sounded delicious. She twirled her hair on her finger in a bored manner. "To be truthful, I have never heard of such a candy? Do they make it specially for you or is it a rarity?" She smiled somewhat ironically. She already knew what the answer would be, after spending a few moments time with him only. Kris was an amusing person, in a Slytherin way. Which appealed to her to be the same. She was usually the snapping and lashing out at people, Slytherins or no. She could have a little fun here though. Anyway, she wasn't too hard on Slytherins. Most of them. Only the ones that were weak and had second thoughts on the blood type and what their reactions should be on it. Giselle smirked slightly. Stupid kids can't tell the difference whether or not to be themselves. Slytherins were better, and everyone should know that. Only the purebloods of the other houses were worth some recognition, and little at that.

"A cookie? Whatever kind would you like me to get? Chocolate or something peculiar, something unique?" She asked, thinking about honestly bringing him a cookie. "Perhaps the cookie could light up your days in that dreaded Hospital Wing. I'm sorry, but I was under the impression that you were already some sort of God. Am I wrong in thinking that?" She smiled cynically with ease, her eyes twinkling. Good thing Kris couldn't see her. She wouldn't look like a Slyth at all. Only some go-lucky girl. She quickly wiped off the feeling. She didn't have time to be feeling happy, especially around someone like Kris. He would probably take it in his advantage, make her feel utterly stupid. She wouldn't put it past him. Giselle picked at her purple nail polish, wafting it off slowly and little the thin pieces fall to the floor.

"Well, it would depend what kind of popular you meant? For example, you could be popular by people being frightened of you, or people could just be awed by you and follow you around like a sick puppy. That's what I define popular by. People always fall into those two groups." She shrugged slightly and wiped her nails on her shirt, getting off all excess nail polish that had been left. Not much, but it wasn't appealing to see such a thing on one's finger nails. She smirked up at Kris, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. "Mackie-girl? Do I know her? Someone special in some way, I'm sure? Perhaps I should meet her one day, see what she's like. If she's your friend, she most be someone...ah...different." she twisted her lips in an unpleasant way, but it wasn't out of meanness. There was nothing else to do with her facial expression then put it in the normal position. "No homework at all? I would call it lucky for you, but I'm sure it gets awful boring there." Said Giselle, with a shudder. She couldn't stand boredom, or silence. It killed her instantly. She smirked at Kris, tilting her head slightly to the left and waited for some sort of smart-alack answer.

[kris]

Kris gave a patronizing smirk in the general direction where Giselle seemed to me wondering silently, if she would be very mad if he would call her ’Gissy’.
„Do you even have to ask? Those cookies are rarities made specially for me. Well, I suppose rich enough people who would know the candy-maker could buy it as well... but the majority of those special candies is always shipped to me. As for cookie... hmm, now that you offer... today some cheese-cookies please. And I would appreciate a plate of... hmm... peanut-raisin cookies tomorrow. I will give you the rest of my order. But to make an appointment previoulsy so I’d know when to stay put in the Hospital Wing.“ Kris smirked at Giselle, shifting himself to sit a bit more comfortably.

„And seriously. You still have so much to learn. I’m not ’some sort of God’. I am the ultimate perfection. How could you ever doubt it while looking at my dashing features, marvellous built and such glorious personality. And Mackie-girl is known for wider population as Mackenzie Holden,“ Kris clicked his tongue almost diapprovingly. He and Mackie-girl were firends... flirting frends... meaning that up to one point they always flirted, talked about utter nonsense mostly and in the middle of their not too often meetings managed to push all other conversation topics. It was interesting really, but neither minded. Maybe because both knew that the other wasn’t interested in anything more than just a conversations.

[giselle]

Giselle returned Kris's smirk. She pulled out a piece of parchment and jotted down what Kris was 'ordering.' "I'm making sure I don't forget your cookies. I always run into particularly important things to do during the day, but getting the cookies will be on my to-do list." She placed the parchment back inside her bag, making sure it was neatly on top in full view before zipping up the bag again. She turned back to Kris with a leisure smile. "Would you like me to send them off to the Hospital Wing for you, wrapped up in gaudy colors, or would you prefer me to deliver them myself especially for you?" Asked Giselle with a shadow of a smirk. Her lips twitched into a small smile, as her voice hinted at irony.

"I suppose I do have much to learn, but you are rather a 'hard-to-follow' person, Kris. I didn't doubt it for a moment, but I thought I should ask you just before I jumped to any conclusions. You see, I didn't want to flatter you too much." She smiled at him, wondering if the smile looked too tight for her mouth, like it sometimes did. She never smiled much, unless it was out of amusement. Never having much fun did that to someone, but Kris was enjoyable enough to be around. She was grateful he could talk about things besides mudbloods and the fool-hardy school that was going to the dumps. Some Slytherins were so prejudiced that they couldn't tire of the persistent insults toward mudbloods and half-bloods. Giselle flicked her hair over her shoulder while starting out with a hard tone, "Mackenzie Holden? I've heard some things about that girl, and most of it wasn't very flattering. The Holden's are a bit...let's see...messed up, are they not?" More gossip. Giselle wasn't sure who started this one, but she was intent on seeing Kris's reaction to it. So far, he had remained emotionless, which made the idea of seeing emotion even more provoking. Giselle crossed her arms over her chest and picked at her nail polish once more, waiting for Kris to reply to this impression of his 'Mackie-girl.'