Spell Weaving

[Jack Rendel S5]

((This post is CLOSED! Meaning, this thread is only for Jack and Cathy, my two charries. This is for eyes, but hands, stay off the keyboard please. ))

The library had always consisted of a low mummer of chatter among friends. Never before had it annoyed Jack, but today it just made his head throb, what with the added rain hitting the windows. He swallowed back a nasty comment at the group closest to him. The big holes in the already ugly faces continued to move relentlessly and Jack tired of it. He gathered what little items he had brought with him and stored it back in his shoulder bag. A few people looked up at this unexpected movement, but quickly returned to their own matters. Jack somehow looked past his anger to be smug. They knew better then to mess with him. Jack never usually made drama in the library, but one could never be sure when he would lose control any more these days. Jack smirked and exited the room to the stone corridors, which proved much better. Now, only the rain persisted to annoy him.

Jack's face was scrunched up in the Slytherin common room, trying to finish last minute homework. Sundays were his least favorite days. They always meant a rush was about to happen and school would begin again, with nearly no freedom. He loathed Hogwarts in a way, for learning took up much time that he could use for something else. Jack was resigned to learning though, if he really wanted vengeance on his father, he would have to study hard. His mind hurt as a commotion behind him grew louder and louder. Slytherins were always pestering each other but today Jack had no heart in it. A chair was knocked over and that was when Jack couldn't stand it any more. He got up quickly, knocking over his armchair in the process, and stalked out of the room, leaving his things behind for later times.

The courtyard proved empty and for a good reason too. The rain came down without a pause, making everything seem dreary and mean. He glared at the seats and tables before walking out into the downpour. Perhaps he was being an idiot or he was procrastinating against his homework. Whichever, he was going to relax in the sheer rain, letting it drip into his eyes which matched the sky above. Lightening flashed through the air, followed by a thunderous boom that nearly sent Jack to the bricks. Hogwarts itself seemed to rattle in the mere presence of the storm that was about to confront them. Jack knew he should probably get out of the lightening-infested areas, but didn't. He sat down on a table, letting his feet dangle. The wet top drenched his pants immediately but he didn't care. Let him get wet. After all, he had magic on his side.

The rain brought back good memories of when he used to be the good boy. Mack and him standing in the rain included this. That memory was treasured forever, scarred on his soul. He wanted it to be. As Mack had said, the rain had memories too. He tried to tune into it now, but like before all he could hear was the steady pitter-patter. He sighed and looked straight up into the rolling black clouds. Squinting against the rain, Jack watched the clouds process until it bored him again. He wanted - no needed - someone, anyone to talk to spare him from endless eternity. He couldn't talk to Mack or anyone for that matter because he didn't know what it was he wanted to talk about. Worries edged his mind but what they were, he couldn't tell. The scenery faded momentarily as Jack lost himself in a world of happy memories, reliving each, and avoiding the bad ones.

[sammy]

Cathy smiled dully as Giselle turned the corner. She had seen enough of her twin to last decades, yet her leering face kept on approaching Cathy at every turn. Taking a detour, Cathy managed to escape but she knew this wouldn't' be the only time Giselle would attempt to bribe something out of her. Sighing, Cathy strolled through the halls, keeping a keen eyes out for Giselle. When no shadow or smell came to Cathy of her twin, she relaxed into a more suitable walk. The rain outside went through her and made her feel the need to sit down and sleep. Rain always made her sleepy. Plus, she could possibly escape Giselle in the Gryffindor common room. But going in there meant she had to be stuck in there like everyone else and she would prefer to avoid the racket. Instead, she headed toward the Grounds and Courtyard, not really sure where she was going.

Lightning blinded her momentarily the moment she opened the heavy oak doors. Next, came the gust upon which rode the rain, which lashed at her without mercy. She cried out with the shock of the force, the cold rain hitting her so hard it knocked the breath out of her. Then the wind shifted, letting the rain hit a different target besides her. She shivered as the rain began to soak through her clothing, causing her much discomfort and trembling. Winter was nearly here and that meant it would be cold. Cathy, however, hadn't been prepared for this. She shut the door hastily and sprinted away toward the common room. Next to outside, the common room was a bright prospect. She smiled and did a pointe in the air, just for fun. She grinned with joy and threw open the door to the common room, only to buckle under the pressure of the noise. Everyone gathered in the common rooms during a storm, Cathy chided herself and entered quietly, pulling on a heavy sweatshirt over her t-shirt and pulled on studded boots that were already muddied. Her blond hair was put up in a pony-tail to keep it from looking plastered to her head. Cathy then exited the room, content to go outside next to this.

The Courtyard wasn't empty by the time she entered it again. A lone figure sat on the...table? Cathy shrugged it off and approached the person carefully, trying to see who it was but to no avail. The person sat as still as a statue, giving Cathy the impression of sadness and hope. The sweatshirt kept her warmer from the pouring rain, but still it made her shiver. When she reached the person, her hands instantly reached into her pockets, just out of habit. "Hey," Cathy greeted, looking at the table on which the boy sat. It was soaked. It didn't appeal much to her either, since she was already rather wet. She smiled through the weather and reached out a hand to shake. "Catherine Dumas, Gryffie fifth year. You can call me Cathy though, which is what I prefer." She grinned at the boy, not recognizing him for anyone she knew. Hoping he could make for good conversation, Cathy stood and awaited his greeting in return.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack shivered uncontrollably as the rain really began to get to him. He didn't feel like going inside, however, so he sat there, growing cold. The only thing that kept him warm was the heavy, large jacket that his father had bought him without though. That explained why it was much too big for him. The end of the jacket nearly reached his knees while he was sitting on the table. The rain shifted with the rain, which was considerably wild. It lashed Jack's face one moment and whipped his back the next. Now, it came straight down. Jack flinched as lightening flashed and thunder rolled in after it. Usually, such weather as this excited Jack but now he felt it as an angry force, something so extreme he couldn't stand to be in it.

The doors swung open and a taller figure approached, making Jack look up quickly. He couldn't recognized the girl through the darkness, but he was certain it was a girl a few years older then him. Her blond hair flew around her face quickly, so it blocked out her eyes and facial features. She came right up to his table, surprising Jack, and greeted him as if he was an ordinary person. Jack stared and blinked, disbelieving this girl thought him as a possible friend. "Jack Rendel, Slytherin fourth year." He replied coldly, ignoring her out-stretched hand. Right at the moment, his fingers were too numb to move anyway. He twitched his lips into a smirk and jumped subtly off the table, landing with a splash on the wet stones. He shook off his hair, releasing a spray of water he mainly directed at the girl before stepping into Hogwarts to dry. He heard footsteps behind him as the girl followed.

"What do you want with me?" He snarled under his breath, not caring if the girl heard. He glared hotly at the ground as he wrung out his robes. He would rather get as much water out of it before using magic. It splattered to the floor, echoing through the halls. Jack glanced up every few seconds only to see the same pair of shoes standing in the exact same spot. He curled his upper lip in disdain, before taking out his wand and muttering the drying spell. Instantly, his hair dried out and his clothes became crisp and neat. Looking at the girl who had introduced herself as Cathy, he took in her features slowly and carefully, noticing that dark rings were under her blue eyes. He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you should go off to bed. It appears that you need some sleep. That might explain your appearance after all." He flipped his bangs out of his eyes arrogantly and smirked at Cathy, positive she would take the hint he was not to be bothered.

[sammy]

Cathy smiled faded in intensity as the boy ignored her hand. Jack Rendel was his name. A sudden memory hit her like a punch in the stomach. Cathy clenched her jaw as her brain worked furiously, trying to connect the young singing girl with this boy, this....Rendel. They looked somewhat similar, although the boy was nearly towering above Cathy and the girl, Padme, had been far too short for her age of eleven. Cathy paused politely before withdrawing her slick hand, wet from the ponderous rain. She shivered a bit as the rain began to come through her heavy clothing, making her breath catch in her chest. Jack moved forward abruptly and walked into the castle, not even looking back at Catherine. Intrigued by the strange boy, Cathy followed slowly, her feet slapping against the cold stone. "What do you want with me?" She heard Jack mutter as they entered the castle, with a biting tone that cut through Cathy's heart. She narrowed her eyes into slits.

"I don't believe I've ever met someone so careless as yourself, Mr. Rendel. Your sister could be a hassle, but never could I hear her speak with such a forceful reality. At least she had a heart." Cathy glared at her before dropping the cold tone. "I met your sister when she was out singing with James Gardner, the production manager. She has a great singing voice. I'm sure you're very proud of her." She smiled gently. Knowing that she had caught Jack off guard with her quick remarks, Cathy leaned back a little, giving him space to think it over. She hated pressing people and this was no different. The boy had a confused and almost startled look on his face, causing Cathy to quickly analyze why this could be so. Either he didn't know about Padme's possible singing career, or he was just surprised Cathy knew about it. She smirked, pleased with his reaction.

"Do I still have those shadows under my eyes?" Cathy asked, perplexed. She was certain she had gotten rid of them a few days ago after taking various naps every few hours. She touched the bottom of her eyes, trying to feel the sleepy marks that would be there but felt nothing but smooth skin. She smiled softly before taking out a tiny mirror from her pocket and enlarging it with her wand. It instantly became hand size and Cathy surveyed her appearance with a wrinkled nose. "You're right; I'm not exactly beautiful at the moment, but neither are you. As for the bags, you lied." Coldly, she let her eyes wander over his appearance, trying to find something to criticize. Her eyes fell on his dark mess of hair.

"Maybe you should start combing your hair more. It would make you look more like the rich boy you undoubtedly are." Catherine's hand unconsciously moved to her silky hair, feeling with with soft movements. Always, she made sure her hair was perfect. Giselle and Cathy often had arguments about whose hair was better, but always when the asked people they said it was the same. The dirty blond shinned in the moonlight that filtered in through the window, causing an angelic look to cross Cathy's face. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it? I always like to be out on nights like this....without rain of course." She turned back to Jack with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing wondering around in the rain? I'm not used to people doing the same stunts as I, especially a Slytherin."