No Underestimation ((Ruby))

[Odette Boswell S4]

Odette ran her fingers through her brown hair as she looked around her dormitory with disdain. She was bored. Then again, Odette was always easily bored. If she didn’t have Damien around to entertain her, she had to find something to entertain herself. Normally she could spend hours studying in the library about Voldemort or Grindelwald, but she had already done at least three hours of studying and well, honestly, Odette was tired of reading about how stupid Voldemort was in his reign. She had just started to really delve into Voldemort and his conquering of the wizarding world and already she had picked out at least fifty flaws. Imbecile. He should have known better. Perhaps then the wizarding world would be the way it’s supposed to be as opposed to how it actually is at the moment. The whole world has gone to the dogs, Odette scowled and turned around, grabbing her black velvet cloak, before she hurried, at a leisurely pace if possible, out of the dormitories and through the common room. Once she was free of the dreariness of the common room, Odette pulled her cloak on over her school uniform and crossed her arms over her chest as she started away from the dungeons. Where is he? That boy is impossible. He’s never around when I need him. Odette wasn’t even comprehending the fact that Damien might actually just be in class, but then again she never really thought about the reasons why Damien wasn’t around when he wasn’t with her - she only focused on her annoyance with the fact that he was missing.

Regardless, Odette wasn’t going to wait around for Damien to decide it was time to grace her with his presence, and so she made her way into the entrance hall and then out the double doors to the grounds. It was the epitome of an autumn day. The leaves were falling from the trees and littering the ground with bright hues of orange, red, and yellow; leaving off a crunching sound with every step Odette took in her black Mary Jane heels. The heel wasn’t too high, because Odette really hated heels and/or anything that was considered girly in her eyes; it was one of the reasons she detested wearing the school uniform…it was a skirt. When she was out of uniform, she was always wearing pants – whether they are jeans or dress pants with a nice shirt, she always looked her best. Odette sighed audibly as she headed toward the lake which had some mist rolling off it because of how warm the water was as opposed to how cold it was outside. She had no idea how she was going to spend her free hours now, but she knew that once Damien grew bored and realized that he needed Odette’s company he’d come and look for her at the lake. It was kind of like their meeting place. Whenever they planned, they met at the lake or in the library. The library was often too risky, though, because anyone could see what they were doing… everything they were doing must be kept secret. What better place to share secrets than by the lake where secrets were lost upon its still waters?

Odette reached and pulled her hood over her head, knowing that the moment she did it the Redeemer was going to show brilliantly against the black velvet. The symbol was something that Odette wore proudly, but no one really understood what it meant…no one besides Damien. The symbol was relatively new, but it was one of the first things Odette meant to do before she jumped into anything else. Perhaps it was getting ahead of herself, but Odette had high aspirations for this whole scheme…why shouldn’t she get ahead of herself? Odette stood at the bank of the lake, watching the mist roll off the water with still brown eyes. She wasn’t thinking about anything really, she was just watching the mist. She didn’t want any company unless it was from Damien, but it appeared that either someone was coming to talk to her (who in their right mind would do that?) or someone had gotten the same idea of just staring at the mist on the lake, because someone was approaching the general area. Odette didn’t move, she just continued to stare, hoping they wouldn’t make contact. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with imbeciles today.

[Ruby Lehane]

((I know we had this post started and I want to write it, so we'll see how it goes. Might need to do some editing after we finish the train post.))

Ruby’s form trudged…no, not trudged…ambled down the corridors. The sunlight filtered in every now and then from a window or two set high in the stonewalls. She didn’t feel the autumn chill though as the castle seemed to have yet another spell protecting the students within from the harsh reality of the world. Ruby hated that. She hated how everything was meant to be so perfect at Hogwarts. It wasn’t real. It didn’t show what the world truly was. It didn’t show the true nature of humans, muggles and wizards alike. No…humans were a dark breed of being. They didn’t care for anyone but themselves, thinking that they were meant to be worshipped. Ruby glowered at the thought. It was another day…with another letter to the only person Ruby wanted to care for. Her mother…she had been out of their lives for over ten years now. Locked away in Azkaban for killing two muggles that were intent on hurting them. It was the reason Ruby hated them. She wanted nothing more than to put muggles in their place as lesser beings, which they were. They could not wield magic, they couldn’t even handle the possibility that wizards and witches existed. No, they believed them to be mere legends, or worse yet part of some cult. What did the muggles call those people? Oh, Pagan, Wicca, something like that. Ruby found it so demeaning to be referred to as some religious cultist. It showed just how little muggles really knew. Their small pathetic brains couldn’t handle reality. It was enough to make her sick and very nearly did.

Ruby forced her mind away from the dreadful topic of her mother’s incarceration, away from the horrible thought of dementors terrorizing her mother into insanity. No…it wasn’t something she wanted to know. She wanted to believe her mother was still the same person she had been ten years ago. That loving and protective person that killed two muggles in order to protect her daughter. White knuckles shown the tension that had appeared in Ruby’s few minutes of walking back from the Owlery Tower. Hands clenched into fists as her anger surged. Several deep breaths later and her hands returned to their slight, natural swing on her sides. Her face a mixture of calm and danger. She knew that if anyone were to get in her way in the next few minutes she would more than likely just curse them for the fun of it, to release some pent up aggression, but fortunately for them, no one crossed her path. It disappointed her at the time, but she knew it was best that they hadn’t. She couldn’t really afford another detention, not after the first few times she’d gotten them. It wasn’t so much the detention part, but the fact that they lost house points each time and Slytherin hadn’t won the house cup in years. So she continued on her path, keeping her mind in check and her wand in the pocket of her bluish jean jacket. It was one of her only treasures anymore. Her dad had given it to her for her birthday two years ago, at which time she had found out it had been her mothers when she was a girl. It amazed Ruby the little things that she missed about her mother and it was difficult not having her around.

A sigh escaped her lips at which time the soft sound of clicking heels sounded on the stone stairs. Ruby was headed to the grounds. With Wynd in class she had little else to do, but relax outside, next to the lake perhaps. It had been awhile since she had taken time to enjoy it, especially this year, which seemed to be even more hectic than the last. Soft, small hands found the woodened main doors and she pushed one open, taking a few steps outside, squinting her eyes from the sunlight that streamed immediately into her retinas. She let a hand move up to shield her icy blue orbs before heading in the direction of the misty lake. It was quite tranquil right now, the squid probably deep below surface to keep away from the blinding light. One foot in front of the other…over and over until they stopped just a few feet away from the lake and that’s when she spotted the girl near her. Ruby immediately recognized her. She had been met her recently on the train to Hogwarts and now here she was sitting alone beside the lake. Ruby didn’t know why she did it, but she took a seat not too close to the girl, but not far away either. “It’s so beautiful,” she said softly, trying not to anger the girl, but still feeling the need to say something since they were both there.