Tears upon Blades ((Tristen))

[aithne]

It was quite a warm day, the day Brianna decided to wake early. Well- extremely early, really. It was four o’clock in the morning. It heavily surprised Brianna she was awake so early- often she woke too late for even her lessons and had to rush to them, so as not to loose Ravenclaw some points. On that day, however, she was up early. Everyone was asleep and Brianna stifled a small giggle as one of them let out an enormous, heavy snore. Another Ravenclaw fifth year woke from the amazing loudness of the snore and threw a heavy pillow through the air with surprising force- it hit the sleeping snorer hard in the face, but fortunately shut her up without waking. Brianna laughed lightly at this too- such an odd thing to do, and was awed at the fact the former snorer was still asleep even after being walloped with the pillow. Good laughs, Brianna smiled as she plodded softly from the dormitory. She often said the two-word phrase randomly in her mind, but believed it to be true. Laughing was highly amusing to make you laugh, so it must be good- right? Brianna pondered this as she entered the Ravenclaw common room. She wasn’t actually sure what she was talking about and left the mental thought before it could give her what she knew it probably would- a headache.

“Stop it Phillip….come back!”
The words made Brianna jump high in the air with fright, and sent a hasty shiver down her spine. She was wearing her soft, cotton pyjamas which were light lilac in colour. On her feet were amazingly warm fluffy slippers which had actually been spelled to keep Brianna’s feet warm. Over her pyjamas the Ravenclaw carried a huge, heavy gown which was bright white in colour and, like her slippers, was fluffy. Even with all this fluff Brianna was still slightly cold, though she obviously didn’t shiver from that. Glancing around with her dark brown, almost black eyes flitting from chair to chair, Brianna smiled as caught sight of the speaker. On the far chair in the far corner of the common room, lay a small second year boy. He looked so innocent sleeping peacefully there that Brianna smiled at him. Clearly now, it was obvious he had been the speaker. Brianna spotted he must be cold and was just about the cover him with a blanket that lay in one of the neighbouring chairs when she wrinkled her nose. The boy had just let out an enormous gust of wind from his lower areas. ‘Pwoaargh!’ Brianna whispered as she covered her nose with a dainty hand. She abandoned the blanket decisively and raised an eyebrow at the boy. The sleeper merely smiled in his sleep and called out once again for Phillip, whoever that was, to come back to him.

It wasn’t too long after that Brianna was standing hesitantly on the steps of the Castle. She had been extremely silent all the way and there was no way that caretaker could have seen her. The sky was almost completely dark, excepting the few outlines of clouds which could be seen as they slowly moved across the sky. Several owls flew over head and Brianna ignored them. She wasn’t so keen on the creatures- preferred spending time with her cuddly little Puffskein, Alico. Currently Alico was in the four-poster with the other Ravenclaw girls in their fifth year, and Brianna almost envied the creature as she stepped onto the dewy grass. She watched her feet as she headed slowly towards the lake. Each little blade of grass seemed to catch her attention as she walked and she watched as the green blades folded so delicately beneath her white slippers. Each sprung back magnificently after she had stepped on them, though the tear-like drops of dew which had adorned them gone, most likely soaking into her slippers. Brianna smiled at a shadow of a cat which disappeared into the trees. Looking around her the Ravenclaw noticed she had entered a small clearing beside the great lake. Ignoring now the blades of grass Brianna sat beside the water’s edge and smiled at all the random little ripples which echoed themselves across the surface. She looked out across the lake, not really sure why she was out there at such a late time of night. It was quite cold now and Brianna could feel on her dark brown hair several drops of rain as they fell from the dark sky. She hadn’t expected it to rain- but didn’t move, choosing instead to sit there calmly as her hair and gown grew damper by the minute. She was sitting so contentedly she didn’t even notice a shadow covering her own, and a figure standing beside her.

[tristen]

Tristen woke early. He shivered as he lay in his bed, the room still dark for the Sun hadn't come up from the dark clouds yet. It was 3:00 in the morning. He couldn't go back to sleep for the life of him. He decided to get up, and do something besides lay there doing nothing. His cat Scruffs was awake as well, and he was scratching at the door. Tristen got out of bed still wearing his pajama pants and cotton t-shirt he had went to bed in. He walked over to the closet, and reached for his robe. He was really quite cold. He comb his hair with his strong hand, and walked across the hall of the guys dorm, and went into the bathroom. He reached the bathroom, and turned on the faucet. The water was cold. He put his hands under the cold running water, and scooped some with his hands, and rinsed off his face.

He did this because it helpes his tired eyes adjust to the morning, and allowed him to see clearly without the tired blurr. Tristen looked down upon feeling fur rubbing against his leg. He smiled wearily upon seeing his precious little, actually quite large cat Scruffs. "Well hello there!" He said with a slight sound of awakeness in his voice. He walked over and got a little wash towel to dry his face. He picked up his cat, and headed back to the room. He tip toed as he entered. He didn't want to wake his roommates, as he knew they would be quite angry if he was to do so. He huddled his robe tighter around him. He was freezing. Bored with his room, and knowing that Scruffs was as well, he took his cat into his arms, and headed out to the Grounds. He didn't know exactly what had drawn him to go out there, especially this early in the morning, but not caring he headed out there anyways.

He walked slowly down the stairs leading down to the great halls of hogwarts, and passed the Gryffindor common room. Scruffs purred merrily, as he headed down the stairs. Finally reaching the halls of Hogwarts, he headed out onto the Grounds. He looked around, it was so incredible. Beautiful in all its lonliness. The dew on the grass shined beatifully, like little tears on the ground. He sat down Scruffs. All the while keeping an eye on him. He headed toward the lake, for he was interested in what it would looked like in this eerie darkness. He walked deep in the little woods around the lake, he wanted to see the veiw from the opposite side of the lake that he usually sat. He heard something coming toward him, he knew what it was so he wasn't worried. It was just Scruffs. He pet his cat, and watched the moons reflection on the dark water. It was so silent. If only he had his sketch pad, or journal. This would be the perfect atmoshpere for drawing or writing, except for it was too dark outside to see that well. He smiled, and thought about all the beauty in this scene. He should do this more often.

Then all of the sudden his heart started to race upon seeing a dark figure in the reflection on the lake. It was a dark figure on the opposite side of the lake from him, but still creeped him out a bit. He could see a little better now, but he still could really only make out a white garment. He stood up, and made his way back out of the woods to see what, or who it was. He had lost track of Scruffs, and that made him a little worried as well. He walked up approaching the the edge of the lake on which the person sat. It was a girl. He jumped a little upon feeling something rub against his leg, it was however just his dear Scruffs. He smiled now knowing he had nothing to worry about. "Hello there.." Tristen whispered as to not startle the girl. He cam up to the side of the lake edge on which the figure sat. He looked out upon the lake, the moons relfection still so beautiful. He waited, he was anxious to see who this was who had wandered out to the grounds at this odd time in the morning, as he had also done. He was curious as too if this person had done this often, or if it was a once in a blue moon coinsidence, as it had been for him.

[aithne]

It was only when the boy started talking that Brianna looked up, jumping a little. She hadn’t even felt him arriving, as she usually did when she felt someone was near to her. The sense had never failed and she supposed she must have been in a state of complete calmness to not notice the boy. She examined him as if he were a book, not really wanting company. She recognised him as a boy in her year, a Gryffindor. She knew a little about him but not too much. Enough to give him a weak smile an remember his name. He seemed nice enough from what she knew of him and she patted the grass beside her, inviting the boy to sit. In truth she would have preferred to be silent and alone, but she hadn’t ever said no to company and wouldn’t now.

“Hey Tristen, how’s it going? Odd place to meet, don’t you think?” She laughed lightly. “Not sure why I’m here, suppose I couldn’t sleep. Had an odd, but funny dream too- dancing bananas and carrots are not very nice when you get to know them. Why are you out here?” She spoke softly, looking back at the lake. She didn't want to talk. Even though she had tried hard to speak softly and quietly, her voice was like a bulldozer to the lake and the shadowed trees behind it.

Brianna smiled a little more as remembered the dream she had had. It had ended a few hours before she had woken up but she could recall it easily- the carrots, bananas and trees of broccoli running at her with little pieces of chopped ham. Brianna chuckled as remembered it, then fell silent. She didn’t want to ruin the peaceful silence which had fallen across the lake. Every so often an owl or eagle would swoop down from the dark skies and rise again, with an extra shadow beside its beak. Brianna would have liked to stop the creatures taking the tiny mice in the forest beside the lake, but knew it was just the circle of life in the animal world. She watched carelessly as odd-looking fish, all sorts of colours, flew above the lake with tiny wings before falling with a loud ‘splash!’ into the lake once again. Ripples constantly echoed themselves across the surface of the lake but as hard as Brianna gazed into the watery depths she couldn’t catch sight of what had caused the disruption on the water. Brianna hadn’t ever been out so late- or early- and the morning sounds which came to her ears as creatures all around woke up surprised her. She sat listening, almost forgetting that the boy beside her was still there. She didn’t really mind if she seemed ‘out of it’- it was four in the morning, anyone awake so terribly early would be a little dopey. But she wasn’t tired, merely astounded by her surroundings.