Post by Wynd Lehane on Oct 30, 2008 4:56:32 GMT
Wynd slowly climbed the stairs to the Owlery. In his hand he held six pieces of parchment. In his other hand he held his wand. If he saw anyone he wanted to be able to get away without questions. Although, now that he thought about it, it would have been easier to say that he was writing a private owl and didn't want to discuss particulars. In fact, that was a better idea. He put his wand back in its sheath. There was no reason to be on the defensive. The owlery was mostly a private place. The few times that he had actually run across someone up there they minded their own business. They probably wanted as much privacy as Wynd wanted. This time was different however. This wasn't personal. It was business. Not even Ruby knew that he was up here. He had kept his distance from her all day knowing that he did not want her to feel his thought of anticipation. She would ask questions that would be difficult to answer. Sometimes it was hard to be so close to someone.
The spiral staircase seemed to last forever but Wynd knew eventually it would come to an end. It made him think about all the previous Slytherins that came before him. Doing the same exact walk. Wynd thought back to the other night with Drake. Drake had asked to meet with the younger boy late one night...
As the first day at Hogwarts came to a close, Wynd found himself staring into the fire in the Slytherin Common room. Drake noticed Wynd across the common room and walked up behind him, placing his hand on the back of Wynd's shoulder. "I've got the stuff."
"The stuff?"
Drake rolled his eyes. "The initiation stuff, you idiot." By that time Drake had walked around the couch and was facing Wynd.
"You're not doing it this year?" asked Wynd making eye contact.
"No, weren't you paying attention last year?" Drake forced the envelope of instructions and speech guidelines into Wynd's hands. "The sixth years are in charge."
"Out with the old in with the new," Wynd said taking the gifts from Drake. "Does this come with instructions or am I supposed to guess?"
"Everything you need is in there," he said flatly. "Improvise if you want though," he added with a shrug. "You'll notice I didn't follow it to the tee." Drake smirked, wondering if Wynd would realize what variations he had made when he hosted the initiation last year.
"Thanks," Wynd replied dryly. He turned away from Drake toward his dorm room. He had some planning to do but something had been bugging him since last year. "Do you think it's right, us working with the other houses?" He looked over his shoulder at the older boy. "Even if it is for one night?"
"You know what they say," Drake said with a nod. "Keep your friends close..." He stopped there. Drake knew Wynd would understand what he meant, and with that, Drake watched Wynd disappear. He was sure that the boy would follow through with the role quite well. As for Drake, he was just happy to get it off his hands. One less thing for him to worry about.
Wynd did know what he was saying. 'Keep your enemies closer.' It made sense. It would be the perfect opportunity for Wynd to learn about the other prefects in a causal way. Finally, the door to the owlery appeared. Wynd pushed the wooden door open and found the owlery empty. Of people anyway. There were hundreds of owls. Wynd just needed an ordinary barn owl. Actually six of them. “Who wants to take a message for me?” he asked the pack of owls above him. Several of them hooted and hollered. Wanting to be used. "I need six of you," he told them. One by one six owls flew down to him and held a talon out for him to tie the parchment. “I’ve got bad news. You’re not going very far.” Wynd had always been interested in magical creatures and owls were no exception. They were very smart creatures. “Dylan Caoimhe... Oscar Flynn.... Edward Summers... Brad Jones... Brett Gowan... and PJ Carden,” he told each respective owl. If it that owl had never met their person they would find their way. That was remarkable. Wynd watched them fly away from the tower and knew they would soon realise they would just have to turn around. The sun was setting in the west making the sky indigo. He turned away from the window and started down the stairwell. “What we do to uphold traditions.”
((I have permission to use Drake and besides, he wrote his part
))
The spiral staircase seemed to last forever but Wynd knew eventually it would come to an end. It made him think about all the previous Slytherins that came before him. Doing the same exact walk. Wynd thought back to the other night with Drake. Drake had asked to meet with the younger boy late one night...
As the first day at Hogwarts came to a close, Wynd found himself staring into the fire in the Slytherin Common room. Drake noticed Wynd across the common room and walked up behind him, placing his hand on the back of Wynd's shoulder. "I've got the stuff."
"The stuff?"
Drake rolled his eyes. "The initiation stuff, you idiot." By that time Drake had walked around the couch and was facing Wynd.
"You're not doing it this year?" asked Wynd making eye contact.
"No, weren't you paying attention last year?" Drake forced the envelope of instructions and speech guidelines into Wynd's hands. "The sixth years are in charge."
"Out with the old in with the new," Wynd said taking the gifts from Drake. "Does this come with instructions or am I supposed to guess?"
"Everything you need is in there," he said flatly. "Improvise if you want though," he added with a shrug. "You'll notice I didn't follow it to the tee." Drake smirked, wondering if Wynd would realize what variations he had made when he hosted the initiation last year.
"Thanks," Wynd replied dryly. He turned away from Drake toward his dorm room. He had some planning to do but something had been bugging him since last year. "Do you think it's right, us working with the other houses?" He looked over his shoulder at the older boy. "Even if it is for one night?"
"You know what they say," Drake said with a nod. "Keep your friends close..." He stopped there. Drake knew Wynd would understand what he meant, and with that, Drake watched Wynd disappear. He was sure that the boy would follow through with the role quite well. As for Drake, he was just happy to get it off his hands. One less thing for him to worry about.
Wynd did know what he was saying. 'Keep your enemies closer.' It made sense. It would be the perfect opportunity for Wynd to learn about the other prefects in a causal way. Finally, the door to the owlery appeared. Wynd pushed the wooden door open and found the owlery empty. Of people anyway. There were hundreds of owls. Wynd just needed an ordinary barn owl. Actually six of them. “Who wants to take a message for me?” he asked the pack of owls above him. Several of them hooted and hollered. Wanting to be used. "I need six of you," he told them. One by one six owls flew down to him and held a talon out for him to tie the parchment. “I’ve got bad news. You’re not going very far.” Wynd had always been interested in magical creatures and owls were no exception. They were very smart creatures. “Dylan Caoimhe... Oscar Flynn.... Edward Summers... Brad Jones... Brett Gowan... and PJ Carden,” he told each respective owl. If it that owl had never met their person they would find their way. That was remarkable. Wynd watched them fly away from the tower and knew they would soon realise they would just have to turn around. The sun was setting in the west making the sky indigo. He turned away from the window and started down the stairwell. “What we do to uphold traditions.”
((I have permission to use Drake and besides, he wrote his part
))