I Want To Conquer the World ((Wynd))

[twiggy]

A clowd of steam rose from the rather pale lips of the 6th year as Gabrielle walked through the snow. The air was frozen from the harsh wind and her nose was feeling the danger of frost bite. Gabrielle trugged as fast as she could toward the castle. The wind thrashed at her, causing her scarf to unravel just enough to make her shiver and pull her winter cloak as tight about her as was possible. She cursed the snow, the wind, and the cold. There was a hatred she felt for winter that no one else could possible feel. She was a summer girl, no doubt about it. She loved going home and feeling warm all day long. She liked heat and being excited. The cold made her angry and sluggish. The sky was always a depressing gray and it made her wish for sunlight.

With a flip of her shoulder, she restored her scarf to its rightful place on her neck and finally sprinted the last three feet to the castle's front doors. She took hold of the handle with numb fingers and pushed. A flurry of wind rushed past her into the warmth of the castle, pushing her forward a bit. She slammed the big door behind her and felt relief flow over her. The castle was almost too warm and it made her smile. The heat vibrated through her coats and tried to sooth her aching muscles. Next time, the Care of Magical Creatures professor would have to come to her. There was no way she was going out there one more time just to discuss her grade, which could have happened at the next class time. She shook her head and pulled her hat from her head, her blonde hair rose to the sky with the force of static electricity. She ran a hand over her head, calming her crazy "hat hair" and began unbuttoning one of the three coats she was wearing, stomping her feet to rid her boots of snow.

With a deep breath, Gabrielle walked up the stairs, heading toward the library. After her little talk with the professor, she was on thin ice of failing. She needed to pick up some good books on magical creatures to make sure she passed the class. The library was practically empty as she entered and the silence was rather nice. She picked a random shelf and began studying the titles.

"Hmm... where is a good book for Care of Magical Creatures?" She wondered aloud. When she didn't find it right away, she sighed and pulled out her charmed Muggle ipod, jamming the earplugs into her ears and clicking play. The music of Bad Religion blasted through the silence making Gabrielle jump in surprise. She turned the music down and smiled at the librarian, who was glaring furiously her way.

And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all my decisions!

She felt her body move with the punk music, her head bobbing a little as she searched for the correct books.

[Wynd Lehane]

The worst part of electives was that you could only have two. There was a rumour going around that their new transfiguration professor had taken all the electives her third year but that was impossible. There were not nearly enough hours in the day. Plus all the extra hours of nightly work that she would have to do. Simply impossible. But if it was true, Wynd sure would like to know how she did it. The two electives he was taking now included: Muggle Studies and Divination. Muggle Studies because he and his sister wanted to learn about their culture and history. Divination because of personal reasons. Professor Hardy was an all right professor, but Professor Trelawney! There were days when the smell of cooking sherry in that tower was so strong, the students had to breathe into their robes just to survive. Then hearing Ravenclaw and Gryffindor dreams day after day. Just plain awful. There were times when Wynd considered giving up the horrendous class.

Since Muggle Studies and Divination took up his elective slots he was not able to take the other classes that he wanted to take. He would really like to take Arithmancy. He had heard that although Professor Greene was quite young, he knew the subject material through and through. The one class that Wynd really wanted to take was Care of Magical Creatures. He had always loved magical creatures ever since he could remember and had wanted to learn more about them. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to because of the class restraint. Thus he had to learn on his own. It was difficult to do in one's sixth year but the really dedicated would find time. He was dedicated. On this chilly day, he found himself almost warm (one could never truly be warm in the drafty castle) inside the library. He had just recently finished one book and was looking for a new one to read. Madam Pince gave him a rather queer look when he returned the book almost as if she had never heard of someone wanting to read a book by their own free will.

Wynd found himself before the Care of Magical Creatures bookshelf as his eyes searched for a good book to read next. The problem was finding a reasonable sized book that he could read in his spare time. Madam Pince had placed some nasty spells on "her" books to make sure they were returned on time. Once he had kept a book a day later than he should have and on the day that it was late the book started to scream. Almost as if it had a mouth on it. It would not stop until he had taken it back to the library and Madam Pince had reversed the charm. Wynd never wanted to go through that ordeal again. His hand reached out almost by itself and started brushing the books as if he was testing to see what book felt the best. This one was too rough and this one was too slippery. As he was scanning the titles with his eyes his hand bumped into another person's hand. He turned to see who it was a immediately recognised Twiggy. A sixth year Slytherin.

"Twiggy," Wynd greeted. "Sorry 'bout that. I wasn't expecting anyone..." he stopped mid-sentence because he could have sworn he heard something. "...there," he finished after his brief pause. What was it? It almost sounded like music. But that was impossible. Wasn't it? Was Peeves playing a joke? Although the sound was like nothing Wynd had ever heard Peeves produce. He looked around searching for the source of the mysterious music. His cold blue eyes looking wildly trying to justify his other sense. Finally he turned back to Twiggy and had to ask, "Do you hear that? Or is it just me? It's so faint that I thought I was imagining it but it's so steady. It sounds like some sort of music." He looked at her hard. "Tell me you hear it."

[twiggy]

She mumbled under her breathe, reading the titles slightly aloud as she searched for a book to help her. Randomly, she would find a book and would take it, adding the volume to her already large pile. While the song began it's second chorus, someone's hand bumped into Grabielle's and she jumped, looking next to her and seeing Wynd Lehane. Wynd was a boy in her year and house. She popped an earphone out of her ear as Wynd noticed her and apologized for bumping into her. She shook her head and smiled a bit to reassure him.

"Oh don't apologize, it's not big deal." But Wynd was busy trying to figure something out. His voice trailed off and he seemed to be listening hard to something. She watched him with curiosity, wondering what was going on. Until he asked if she heard the faint music playing. Gabrielle chuckled a bit under her breathe.

"It's my Ipod, Wynd." She took the small black Muggle music player from her pocket and handed it to him, "I charmed it last summer."

((Sorry it's so short. I'm trying to get my inspiration back))