One Cat and the Sand*open

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

Peace was once at the Black lake. Well then again there was always peace. Well hopefully. Lily's carmel eyes gazed at the lake for miles. Another year. It was her fourth. She never new what to come of this, school year. Then again Lily never had a brilliant time at school. She never thought of it. It was far to dreaded to speak off. Ever since she had gotten Slytherin, she felt a small pain in her, but that pain was blocked by a fire which begged to have oil dripped on it. Lily's father, and brother's kept to themselves, or just kept away from her since her first year. But Lily's Mother never let her down. She always told her that she was headstrong. That was why Slytherin had excepted her. The red head never understood, it. She still had not one friend in Slytherin, more like acquaintances. She knew the rumors that were spread about her.She was soft, she was a bloody Gryffindor at heart, a traitor. But how in the Bloody world was she a traitor? Did they know her? NO! Not one Slytherin in four years had even acknowledge her. And if they had tried, she would not know it. Then again Lily stayed distant. She wrote her owls to certain members of houses, and she drew. Lily loved to doodle. She had built a rather large imagination over the years.

Her defenses were built over the years. She tended to snap at people who seemed even remotely interested in her. Maybe that is what kept her distant, but part of her wanted to be like the other Slytherin girls. Pretty, and funny, witty and smart. But Lily just could not actually be mean to someone unless she had a motive or a reason.

Her fingers, traced the dirt in the sand. She drew a small house with flowers and a rocky trail which lead to the hills. Her picture seemed rather good with it being drawn in the dirt and dust. She rolled up the sleeves of her jumper as she continued to drawing the grass blades. She was of course adding the details with her nails. How else could she? She wanted them quite thin. Her straight red hair, slid past her ear and down her shoulder. It always fell out of place. Lily Hated it. A small huff had fallen out of her mouth. With her dust covered fingers, she tied back her hair in a small bun. Strands of red continued to lay sloppy. She was an eccentric Slytherin if you could call it that. A very eccentric girl.

As soon as she finished the window engravings on the house, she nodded to herself. It was her home. She loved her home, even if her brother's stopped speaking to her. She loved her bedroom, and the sites. She loved the wide open spaces of the mansion and the garden. She always loved the garden.

Suddenly there was a sudden purring. Lily did not bother to look up, as she knew it was Hank. He loved to fallow her outside. The Big black and grey cat coiled it's tale around her left arm. Lily gave a warm grin, and rolled her eyes. The cat seemed to have walked right over her loving masterpiece. "Hank!" Lily groaned, with witty annoyance. She gripped the cat from his stomach and pulled him close to her. The cat began to make small noises as in almost protest, but not meaning it literally. Lily cuddled her black and white cat, as he purred more. She scratched his ear, and the middle of his head. "You know sometimes, I wish you were not around." she groaned then kissed the cat. He hopped out of her grasp and landed paws first in the dust portrait. "Bloody puss" she grumbled, as the cat coiled in a small ball by her feet.

Lily did not even hesitate to glance out at the lake once again, in pure thought.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Nobody could quite appreciate the amount of skill required to get dressed and still look good. Especially when whoever did the laundry didn’t know your organization habits. It had taken Zeak nearly two years to find a house elf that he could teach his meticulous method. Nobody ever seemed to notice that even though Zeak was blind all his outfits matched and didn’t clash with each other. Not only that but he was always dressed in the latest fashion and well, he looked good. Zeak wore light blue jeans, a long sleeved white shirt, and a thin but extremely warm sports jacket. He ran a quick hand through the collar to make sure that it was hitched up in any place. Satisfied that all was in order Zeak reached down and snatched u his sunglasses from the nightstand and quickly slipped them onto his face. His cane hung off the edge of his four poster bed and he easily snatched it up on his way out of the dormitory. Today was a beautiful day despite the season, Zeak could smell it in the air, and he wouldn’t waste it away sitting in the dorm.

Zeak maneuvered his way through the common room, ducking under a wild flying Frisbee and effortlessly climbed out of the portrait hole. If one thing could be said about Hogwarts, it was that it kept you on your toes, even more so for a blind person. The staircases liked to move, during his first year Zeak had gotten lost countless times before he had finally realized that there was a pattern to the stairs movement. He was now able to map his route simply by checking to see what direction the stairwell faced when he left the common room. Zeak tapped his cane around carefully and soon found the stairs, a quick inspection showed him that they stairs were in position 3 out of the 14 positions that they took. Position 3 was one of the longer routes, but at least that position was a rare one. Humming quietly to himself Zeak set off, hoping the trick step nearly the bottom with hardly a thought. The halls were practically deserted, most students were either in their common rooms or out enjoying the day in the courtyard. Zeak didn’t feel like going to the courtyard, the grounds seemed much more appealing to him. A quiet walk around the castle and than a few minutes by the lake sounded excellent. Although Zeak couldn’t see the beauty of the lake he enjoyed the fresh air smell of the place. Even though during his first year a bully had levitated him over the lake and dropped him in, not even that scary experience could deter him.

Zeak exited the castle and found the path easily enough. His cane slung across his back Zeak easily adhered to the twists and turns of the path, any on looker wouldn’t even know that he was blind. It was a short walk to the lake. As Zeak approached he noticed that he wasn’t alone, the sound of a girls voice drifted to him and he couldn’t help but smile a little as the girl spoke to some animal. As he got closer though the distinct sound of purring reached his ears clueing him into the fact that it was a cat she was speaking too, not to mention her comment ‘bloody puss.’ Zeak stopped a few strides away and turned his head to look out over the lake. “You know, my mom always used to tell me be careful what you wish for, cause it might come true.” He paused for a second. “I found that that was useless advice, cause it just made me wish for more things.” He laughed a little and sighed. “Beautiful day isn’t it?”

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

The lake seemed rather desolate. It was silent and Lily enjoyed it. Most of the time that is. She heard small footsteps. Part of her froze in almost instinct. But then she calmed herself. She was looking for a quiet evening alone. But would she get it? No! Someone had to be there, well at least it was someone, other than her imagination and her cat. That was a sad pare was it not? A girl and a cat for four years. How lonely could you get? Honestly? The voice soon sprang up and Lily did not recognized it. Especially when he stated the part about how his mother told him, to be careful for what he wished for? What did that have to do with anything? Was that his form of a small conversation? What was this? Lily bit her lip, as of not to say anything. She dare not to. In case it was a Slytherin. She would be more hated then she was already. Or maybe it would work in her favor. Maybe if she did insult someone, she would be accepted. Maybe?

Lily's eyes darted from right to left. She was trying to think off her feet. Was she to ignore them, or would she say something in hopes of starting a conversation. Who was it? Was it a Slytherin? No, it could not be? She watched her Cat, fallow the noise. "Hank No!" Lily barked, yet the cat had maneuvered it's way to wards the figure a couple feet from her. Her head shot to wards the the student. He seemed to have a cane? Who in this school had a cane? Then it struck her. That one Gryffindor she saw walk around a lot. "Oh, your that one Gryffindor?" Lily stated more than asked. She stood up, not even bothering to dust off her skirt and stockings. Walking to wards the boy, she mumbled profanities under her breath. The ginger girl watched as the cat coiled his tail around the boy's cane. "Hank!" Lily spoke fiercely, causing the cat to whine. Lily seemed not to care. She loved her cat granted, but she wanted her cat for herself and no one else.

And with that thought in her mind Lily darted for her feline and picked him up by the stomach once more. " I told you never to annoy strangers!" Lily hissed in the cat's ear. His claws began to nit at her neck. Lily paid no notice as her cat had done this numerous times. T She even had a small permanent scar on her hand, from a play fight with the kitty. "My Bloody puss has no manners!" She snapped. She took that statement as an opening for conversation, although she meant it to be none. Lily really did not wish to talk to him, but she would not state it.

She walked away at that point back to her poorly smeared portrait. Slowly without her knowledge her bun was loosening as was her hair, which just lied more in her eyes. Which agitated the girl more."Why are you talking to me?" she asked with as little form of humbleness as possible. Although it was not meaning. "I am a Slytherin... you know... wait never mind you don't" she added with a sigh.She felt slightly bad that he was blind. He after all could not help it. "I did not mean it like that" She glanced down, as the cat jumped from her grasp. "Ow!" she murmured. A small scrape lay on her four arm. Blood began to seep. "Bloody..." she could not finish the sentence as she was taught not to swear.

She quickly squeezed her arm out of habit, hoping to stop the stinging. "I am Lily" she mumbled. "Cat!" she cursed under her breath."And... you are?" she asked almost as an order rather then request, as her left eyebrow raised with discomfort.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

The silence that followed Zeak’s comment was deafening. He began to doubt the wisdom in talking, it was just in his nature to be friendly and open with new people. Sometimes it didn’t work out to well and he either found a creep, or he creeped someone out. Either way the conversation never really healed after that. Zeak was about to bow and offer his apologies for the intrusion and be on his way but suddenly the girl shouted, making him jump slightly. Zeak cocked his head curiously, wondering what it was she shouted about but then the sound of soft paws on the sand clued him in to the cats approach. Zeak was about to mention that he didn’t mind if her cat inspecting him but she beat him to the punch again. Once again her sentence confused him, he heard her stand up and arched his eyebrow. “That one Gryffindor?” He repeated, mostly to himself. He had been called many things, but never had someone put his recognition so shortly. Zeak felt a slight vibration run through his cane and he figured that the cat was curling itself around there.

He was tempted to reach down and pet the cat to show the girl that he didn’t mind it, but he somehow got the feeling that the girl wouldn’t be too keen on that action. He made no move as the girl got near and then quickly snatched up the cat. Zeak turned his face so that it was pointed straight at the girl and almost had to bite back a smile as she told him she was a Slytherin and then fumbled over her sentences when she realize her little slip. For a Slytherin she was a little odd, although she was quick to snap and seemed a bit startled at his intrusion she didn’t carry around that pompous ‘more righteous than thou’ attitude that most Slytherins had. She seemed to rant a little, and that was ok in his book, he simply allowed it to play out and she soon came to an end. Once again he was forced to hold back a smile at the oddity she presented. Quick to snap, a little condescending, yet she still ended the conversation with an introduction and an offer to continue. “Well…” He stated as he slowly began to sit down in the sand and once again appeared to look out across the lake. “I’m talking to you because that is the only way to truly get to know someone. I feel it’s a cheapening of the Hogwarts experience if you don’t attempt to make some friends, and the only way to make friends is to talk to people.” He shrugged. “Sometimes though I tend to either talk to the wrong person at the wrong time, unlike others I can’t exactly see peoples moods.”

He said this with a smile to show he wasn’t sad about anything he just said. Her name quickly coursed through his mind, which worked almost like a computer. He knew that Lily was a nickname, or short, for something else. His mind raced back to all his first year and then the consecutive years after that. The names at the sorting filtered through his mind and he quickly found the closest name to Lily, also the fact that she mentioned she was in Slytherin helped narrow the search down. “Lilliana.” He stated after a short pause. “Lilliana Cromwell, you’re a 4th year.” He turned his face toward her. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Zeak. Zeak Nitesh.”

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

Brown eyes could not be taken off the boy as he spoke. The girl seemed to be confused by him more and more. Was he holy or something? He seemed so upbeat and cheery. Why would he be cheery? If she were blind, she would not be cheery. She would let the whole world know it too. She was just that kind of person. Her attention for once was not even drawn to her cat, which seemed impossible. She lifted her knees, up and rest her hands on them in a fist. "Ye-yes?" she questioned as he mentioned her name. He had a good memory. Well he had to he was blind. It made sense. "Hmm" she nodded again in his announcement of her name. She glanced at her feet with a furrowed brow. Small red strands fell in her face. "Zeak? Is that like Zachariah or something?" she asked almost uninterested, although she was, but more confused then interested.

No one talked to her? Why was he? Was he honestly that bored? Or did he not have any friends? How sad? Then again another thought came to Lily. She had no friends either. So she really should not put others down. A small debate was playing on her mind. But then again it was the same debate as always. " I do not know why I got Slytherin" she spoke out loud, which was not intended. No one really listened to her, so she normally thought out loud. She needed to work on that. "Um..." She did not let her sentence finish as she had nothing big to say. No excuses, and no blurted out lies. If it was none of his business, he should not ask. But when did the odds ever work in the girl's favor. She glanced at him. "I think the hat is stupid!" she spat again. That time she felt powerful. She actually said what was on her mind, and she did not feel the least bit sorry.

The slow calm of the lake soothed her. She rested back up against the tree, as her hair did not even tangle with the bark. Lily crossed her ankles, and watched her cat, sip from the water. "Hank is a black and white cat, if you wish to know" she stated with a shrug. Why she said that? She felt she must. The boy was blind, and she felt obligated to tell him what things looked like. Maybe it was rude, but she did not care. She thought she was being quiet polite. Though deep down she hated it. She would like nothing better then to be alone with her paint, cat and her canvas. That is all Lily wanted. To draw. But once again she felt obligated to stay and watch him, until he was safe. Maybe it was a tact from her mother, she had inherited. Most likely.

"You like people huh?" she asked blindly, almost unaware of his presence. As so it seemed. "Why do you like people so much?" She spoke. "They are so full of Rubbish. The lot of them" she mumbled under her breath. Not that he could hear her. If he could? He had wonderful sense of hearing. Her words stopped from there on. She was not one to bring in a conversation. Then again? She hardly had one all year.

Lily watched as her cat began to purr and roll on the grass and lick himself. Hank was always a playful cat. If Anything he belonged in Slytherin, with the way he asked for attention. His fat belly swooshed causing Lily to giggle. She loved her cat. He had been with her through thick and thin. Especially nights she would cry, when she was homesick. Lily had gotten more nostalgic then homesick. She missed when her brother's spoke to her, and her father played with her? Like that would ever happen again. Not in her world. No sir not at all.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

He could hear the surprise in her voice as he said her name and year. Sometimes he didn’t even know why he was able to remember all of this stuff. He couldn’t even tell if it was a side effect of his blindness, since he had become blind at the age of three and couldn’t really remember much of his life from before that. Only a few things stuck in his mind, his mother and fathers faces, his sisters bright smile, and the small tiny pink package all wrapped in blankets that had been his little brother. Those were some of the last things his eyes had seen before the fire had stolen that ability from him. Would his mind have been such a steel trap even if he hadn’t gone blind? It was an answer he would never quite know. He grinned, “Nope, just Zeak. Pretty odd name huh? My sisters name is Shaylie, my brother was Brandon. They had the normal names, I got the odd one.” He chuckled a little. Zeak missed his sister, unlike he she had not inhibited any magical powers and therefore hadn’t gone to Hogwarts. She was currently attending some Muggle school. He couldn’t really miss Brandon, since he never had the chance to get to know him, but there was a sadness there at never getting to know his younger brother.

He waited for a second as she told him she didn’t know why she got Slytherin, the sentence seemed to be incomplete, but she did not continue. Zeak frowned a little and looked up at the sky. “Why do you think that? Is it because you’re not a jerk like other Slytherins? The sorting hat didn’t say that the Slytherin trait is being pompous and mean.” He said with a grin. “Or perhaps in Slytherin you’ll make your real friends. Those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends.” He quoted. “Most Slytherins are in their because of their family legacy, and that’s where their attitude usually comes from too.” Zeak shrugged, “Just cause you’re not a jerk doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be in Slytherin. It probably means you’re just really driven and won’t let anything stand in the way of achieving your goals.” He chuckled, “I mean look at Gryffindors, known for their courage. I couldn’t have been more scared during my first year at Hogwarts. Blind, away from my mother, in a new place completely out of my element. I’m muggle born so I had never had any experience with Magic. The staircases kept changing on me, halls would shift, I had no friends to rely on to help me find my classes.” He shook his head at these old memories. “I couldn’t see why the sorting hat placed me in the house of bravery. It took a couple of years, but finally that bravery poked through. It may take some time, but the sorting hat has never sorted wrong.”

Zeak smiled as she revealed the colorings of her cat. Although she was still being slightly snappy with her comments at least some of the bite was disappearing. She must not be used to talking to people and is still learning that particular talent. Zeak could excuse that, it had taken him quite a while to learn to speak without fear in his voice. “Of course I like people.” He stated and grinned at her muttered comment. “Yes, well there is a fair share of evil people out there, but for every bad person, there is a good person to counterbalance the bad one. Life is difficult enough, why live it without the support of friends?” He chuckled again. “Why? Do you think I’m full rubbish?” He added this last part with a grin on his lips to show that he wasn’t trying to be mean or offensive about it. “I agree though, there are a lot of people full of rubbish out there. But, so far in my experience, the number of people that have pushed me down is outnumbered by the number of people that have helped me up.”

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

The girl watched him speak. All of his words seemed so poetic, it frankly scared her. She was not used to such kindness. It actually terrified her somewhat. Sure her family was kind. But this boy, he seemed far to happy. Soon he began to ramble on about why she had gotten Slytherin. She gave a light eye roll. She knows this. She know this. Her Mother had told her constantly from nights she would cry. But Lilliana never believed it. She just couldn't. Especially since she did not despise muggles. She never understood any of this. And she hated it. As he mentioned his siblings, a smile came to her lips. Well if you could call it that. It was more of a small grin. "You have siblings?" She asked with wide eyes of interest. " I have two older brothers. Christopher and Louis" she announced. As soon as she mentioned her brother's names her head had sunk an inch lower. "They refuse to talk to me now" she said with a small huff, trying to not make herself seem so pathetic. "Ever since I got Slytherin... they refuse to talk to me. My father too. See... My Mum was a Hufflepuff, my father, Gryffindor. So I am rather... the odd one out as well" She spoke with a small shrug.

Her thoughts fell back to nostalgia. Lily loved thinking of when she was younger. "My Brother Louis and I, he... well. We used to be inseparable. We did everything together" she spoke quietly. "Then the year he went off To Drumstang for his second year. I came here for my first. I got Slytherin, and he has not said more then ten words to me sense. Same with my father and Christopher" She spoke quietly. Suddenly without knowledge of what had just happened, her cheeks turned a burnt red. She looked like a ripe tomato. Thank Merlin Zeak could not see her? Why would she tell him that? Why did she tell him that? Lily Never admits anything about herself. Well she never did before, but why to him? She did not even know him? "oh god!" she murmured to herself, and she quickly gulped out of habit.
"Don't tell anyone that... please?" she asked quietly.

Not that she did not want any one to know. Lily frankly could care less if people knew. Practically the whole house knew her history, but she thought it all the best if the whole school does not know."S-sorry I am blurting again" she stuttered, with a small groan of annoyance. "I- HANK!" She yelled.

That Cat was her security blanket if anything. Anytime she had gotten shy? She would call to the black and white cat, which ran her way immediately. A small moan came from the cat as well as an annoying whine. Lily immediately grabbed him and helped his fluffy body over and up close to her face, as if she were hiding.

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

The warm crisp air felt good on Pyro’s face, his breath blasted out of him in short, fog filled bursts. During the winter months he never really got to go outside much to jog, it was always to cold or to slippery to do it safely. Thankfully today had been quite a pleasant day and he never missed an opportunity to get some exercise done. The grounds was really the only place to jog in, the courtyard and halls were too crowded, but here in the grounds it was easy to stretch your legs. He jogged for most of the day and made a couple of loops around the castle before returning to the entrance where he had stowed his work out bag by a bench. Pyro pulled it out and took out his towel as he began to mop his face. He wore his usually exercise outfit, a pair of black sweat pants and a black under armor shirt. His hair wasn’t in its usually braid but simply pulled back into a ponytail. With the sweat on his body all wiped away Pyro pulled out his wad and with a simple wave removed any body odor that might still be lingering after his workout.

He quickly pulled on a spare shirt from his bag as the cold air started to effect his cooling body. He took a hearty swig of his water bottle and slowly started to stretch his muscles during the cool down phase of his work out. He sighed and looked toward the castles, the day was still young, why waste it by going inside the dingy common room or packed student lounge? His eyes slowly roamed the grounds as an idea came to him. The lake would be perfect spot to waste the day away. A set plan in motion Pyro finished off the contents in his water bottle and quickly flung the bottle into the air. He twirled his wand I his hand and quickly pointed it up. “Incendio!” He cried as a small lick of flame leapt from his wand and struck the bottle, igniting it into a ball of fire. Pyro approached the small fireball and blew on the end of his wand, like a gunslinger blowing on his pistol. He frowned though as it looked like the grass was about to catch fire, it was easy though to conjure up a jet of water from the tip of his wand to douse the fire.

With all the preparations complete he slung his back over his shoulders and headed toward the lake. Pyro made his way slowly, he didn’t have to hurry, he practically had all day to reach his destination. Pyro was a man that could appreciate beauty where it was found, and nature was one of the beauties that he like to enjoy. Pyro came in site of the lake and fond a frown crossing his face. It seemed like somebody else decided to waste their day away at the lake. Pyro noticed two silhouettes sitting by the lake and groaned, oh well, too late to turn back now. Pyro stepped within a few paces of the pair, he was able to see them clearly now, and his mood didn’t brighten at the revelation. Both students were younger than him, one had the markings of a Gryffindor, the other a Slytherin. It was rare to find these two houses conversing with one another, although he didn’t have much room to talk since he conversed with Cassandra quite a lot.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? A meeting between Snake and Lion?” Pyro looked more closely at the girl, he recognized her from the common room. If he remembered right she stuck to herself and hardly ever talked to anyone else, that was a good quality, it meant she wouldn’t be bothering him much. He turned to the Gryffindor and noticed the dark sunglasses and cane. He remembered a boy during the sorting a few years ago that was blind and sorted into Gryffindor, Pyro had thought the kid had run off after his first year, but apparently not. “You must be that blind boy from Gryffindor.” Pyro said with a bit of scorn. He didn’t know much about the kid, but from what he remember the kid was muggle born, Pyro looked at him as if he was scum on the bottom of his shoe.

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

Zeak smiled a bit as the girl finally started to open up a bit, she was also becoming a little less snappy. His light mood was quickly dampen though at her sad story, he couldn’t even imagine what she was going through, having most of her family desert her like that. “I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure that once your graduate and they find that you haven’t started worshiping snakes and jinxing people left and right they will warm up to you again.” He smiled encouragingly. “I have a sibling. My older sister. My little brother died in the same fire that stole my eye sight. He was only one and I was three, so I never really knew him. My sis is going to a muggle school, she didn’t have any magic in her so she couldn’t come here.” He sighed and leaned back a little, he was glad to see the girl start to come out of her shell. He could tell that she wasn’t like typical Slytherins and that made him even gladder. He knew there was others like her out there, he just hadn’t met any of them yet.

Zeak sat quietly by as she told him a little bit more about her family and how things used to be. He cocked his head curiously though when she suddenly stopped and her voice filled with embarrassment. He chuckled good naturedly, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody if you don’t want me to tell anyone.” He grinned. “You shouldn’t be ashamed when talking about your life to others. Since you told me about you, I’ll tell you about me.” He chuckled again, the girl was still getting used to this opening up thing, but she was getting there. “Well, both my parents were actors in America. After the fire though they wanted to get away, so we moved here to Britain. Dad still acts a little, but not as much as he used to. Mom takes care of the house and never stop freaking out about my safety and well being.” He laughed. “If only she knew how many time I’ve snuck out of the house, I think she’d have a heart attack.”

She suddenly yelled for her cat again and Zeak perched his ears, was it doing something bad again? Or did she just want it near her? Zeak couldn’t discern any motive as to the call and was about to ask but suddenly a lazy drawl floated in between them. Zeak turned his head in the new comers direction even though he couldn’t see him. He didn’t recognize the voice, and he had been too intent on the conversation to hear the approaching footsteps, but there was no mistaking the tone or age in the voice. This was a stereotypical Slytherin, and an older student as well. Zeak found his jovial mood diving quickly. “Yea, I’m the blind boy. You got a problem with that?” Zeak didn’t miss the obvious scorn in the older students voice and knew that this conversation couldn’t end well. Whoever he was he talked with the air of importance that some of the higher Slytherins had.

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

Lily gave a light grin as he began to became even more brighter. If possible? The girl glanced down at her feet in a dream state, as he began to mention that her family will open her back into their arms after she graduated. If that would happen? Lily would like that. Her bright red hair fell, willingly against her brown eyes. She eagerly tucked it back behind her ear, once more. It was more of a whim of habit for her. As she buried her face more between her cats neck and shoulder, she breathed. But her thoughts landed on what the future held for her and Louis. He was by far her favorite of the family. Other then her mother of course. Lily loved her Mother more then words could describe. She held her highest in her heart. As soon as Zeak's words lead to his little brother who seemed to be in a fire, that caught her attention. Her head instantly jerked up. A fire? With hair flying out of her face, she clung to her cat even more willingly then before. She could never imagine a fire with her brother's. "I am so-" but before she could respond to his family story. Out of no where she heard a rather strong voice.

Her bright carmel eyes darted up. The cat whined and jumped, forcefully out of her hands. "HANK!" Lily cried again to her escaping friend. She eyed the blonde boy in front of her. He was sweating. Not to appealing. But Lily was never boy crazy, as she never looked at ones appearance, rather she never fell into the whims of conversation. Until now! She watched as the older boy, whom she knew as a Seventh or Sixth year Slytherin. The Ginger girl never minded to pay attention. As she knew for a fact he had given none to her. His words almost stung like a spike.

Suddenly memories shot back to Lily. This was why she hated people. Cocky, arrogant Slytherins...like this one. She knew there was no actual insult spoken, but the attitude, the rise and fall of each word sang insults that Satan himself would throw to be friendly.

His interaction with Zeak frightened her. Then it was almost as if a bee had stung her with realization. She remember the boy's name. Many Slytherin's had called to the blonde boy before her in the common room. As more conversation came from Zeak, she knew this would end badly. And Being who Lily was, she wanted to leave and watch the fight from a distance, but something about the blind boy, kept her feet cemented. "Pyro... is it?" Lily chimed, in a none-challontly manor. "I am L-Lily" she stuttered. Stuttering out of habit maybe, or the fact that she actually wanted to speak to a Slytherin.
She thought best to think of some story to drive him off Zeak's attention so he could go while no one noticed. " I saw you in the hall the other day.. um... wasn't your hair d-down?" she asked with small grin, well what she could give. Lily was by far not to good at acting. Plus the story about his hair was a complete bluff. Truth be known, Lily never saw him in the hall the other day. She was trying to make conversation. Anything to give warning to Zeak to leave. Lily knew Slytherins. Being one herself, she knew their temper. Just because she did not have the courage to hurt some other person, maybe other Slytherin's did?

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

Pyro’s eyebrow arched in amusement as the blind boy responded with a bit of spine behind his comment. He smirked, even though the kid wouldn’t be able to see it, it seemed that the sorting hat didn’t place this kid wrong. He opened his mouth and was about to speak but suddenly the girl spoke up. Pyro turned his head slowly and dropped his gaze on the girl. Now that she had drawn attention to herself his attention focused solely on her. He scanned her, noting the red hair and other physical features she had against his memory banks. He recalled seeing her, ever since he started running the Blackfire family faces came easily to him. Of course he would have seen her at some point in the common room. From what he could recall she was quiet, never got involved with anything. He wasn’t shocked or surprised that she managed to guess his name, he was the head of one of the most prominent pureblood families, it was rare for someone not to know his name.

“Yes,” He answered in a lazy tone to her question/comment, “I’m Pyro Blackfire.” He didn’t really know why he added his surname to the introduction; it just felt like the right thing to do in this situation. He didn’t respond to her introduction and continued to stare at her silently, daring her to continue. After a short pause she timidly continued the conversation and this time it took Pyro by surprise. His hair? She was really going to pursue a conversation about his hair? Was the girl mentally ill? He eyed her carefully, there had to be a hidden motive behind her topic. Pyro let his eyes flick back over to the blind boy and suddenly it struck him and he nearly laughed out loud. A Slytherin was trying to protect a Gryffindor? How utterly hilarious. He smirked as his gaze returned to the girl, Lily, she had called herself. “Well Lily, even though that is quite a stimulating conversation, I have much more important things to do than discussing when my hair was up or down on what day.”

He sighed and set his bag down on the ground at his feet as he surveyed the two younger students. “Although there is a slight issue that we still have to resolve. Well, actually it’s more like two issues.” Pyro crossed his arms lightly across his chest, bringing one had up to cup his chin and tap one cheek with his finger. “First issue, you two are in my spot. So you are going to have to remove your self’s from this area. Second Issue,” Pyro’s attention turned to the blind boy, though he wouldn’t really know that, so Pyro had to make sure they boy realized he was talking to him. “You, Mudblood. That spot your sitting in is now infested with your germs. So I’m going to have to sterilize that area, the longer you delay in moving the fouler my mood will become.” Pyro eyed the two for a moment and narrowed his eyes. “Well? Why are you still here?”

[Zeak Nitesh G2]

((Sorry it’s so short, but my brain is completely fried today.))

Zeak felt his grip tighten on his cane, he didn’t know who this boy was, but he could smell trouble quite clearly on the boy. He was surprised as Lily quickly intervened to try and take the attention away from him. Zeak had not expected that Lilliana would get involved in this situation. She had seemed a bit too shy for that sort of action. Zeak was stunned into silence as Lily continued to try and draw the boy’s attention. The boy lazily introduced himself and suddenly the name clicked in Zeak’s mind. Pyro Blackfire, one of the most prominent Slytherins and purebloods in the wizarding world. Zeak had heard a lot about Pyro, who hadn’t. Head of the Blackfire family after the death of his father. Pyro had hardly spent a week without being mentioned in the Daily Prophet. Zeak had hoped to never met this Slytherin face to face, even though the Prophet reported about all the muggle charities that Pyro donated tons of money to, Zeak always felt that Pyro had a hidden agenda to it all.

The avenue that Lily tried to steer Pyro down wasn’t good enough, Pyro didn’t bite and soon his attention returned. Zeak felt his anger rising as Pyro began to order the two of them to move away from the lake. They had been here first, and he didn’t own the lake, yet, so they had all the right to be here. They didn’t quite have the right to make Pyro leave either, but at least he wasn’t allowed to remove them. Zeak’s grip tightened on his cane and his other hand moved toward his wand. He had never actually been in a true wizard duel, but he knew that Pyro could be unpredictable and he wanted to be prepared. He could feel his Gryffindor pride kick in, others would call it the Gryffindor hero complex, but he preferred to call it pride. Lily was younger than him so Zeak felt obligated to at least try and protect her. He stood up and faced Pyro. “Hey, last time I check you didn’t own this place. So we can be here if we want.” He scoffed at the Mudblood comment. “So what if I’m muggle born…” he refused to say Mudblood, “how does that make you any better than me?”