new school year ((open))

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

When Rosaliz had first woken up this morning she had to admit that she was happier and more excited than she had been in a long time. The only way a stranger would have been able to tell the difference in her mood was the fact that she wasn't scowling. Only her mother--if she had been alive--would have been able to see that while her demeanor was somewhat the same it was her eyes that held a slight glow. Rosaliz took a deep, relaxed breath as she pulled into the station, her hazel eyes glued to the window as the world that had previously been flying past slowed to a crawl, and finally a stop. She arrived, soon she'd be back in Hogwarts. She counted it mostly as a good thing, she'd hardly enjoyed her summer at all. Barred from all friends she'd been lucky when she'd had time to send an owl to any of them. Two weeks of the summer holiday had gone by where Rosaliz was alloted her usual freedom. “Right." She stated as she moved from the vehicle, stretching out her legs which had previously been composed in the 'pretzel' style of sitting. She leaned back into the car and pulled on her trainers, they were amazingly ugly things of both bright purple and bright yellow, but they explained her shirt. Which was long sleeved and also an oddly bright shade of purple, with a gold-yellow line work of an elephant on the bottom left side of the front of it. She'd paired the items with her black jeans, thinking it was amazing how well one could stand out when they wanted to. But then again, her demeanor had changed once more, seeing all the spots where had been once more haunted her mind with their memories. It hurt her...made that ache inside her grow stronger. But no need to matter all she needed to worry was finding a seat... making sure that any of the few people that would not hex, hit or do any other sort of harm to Rosaliz. She was not actually sure how any of them got to Hogwarts, she could only assume the train. A sudden gust of wind blew Rosaliz's long golden waves in front of her, blocking her view momentarily of the scarlet train. She had taken her hair down once she could no longer could see her mother's penetrating gaze, glad to have her hair down to shield her from the looks she was still receiving from people. Was this just how people generally acted, constantly starring at other people? If it was, she didn't like it at all. It made her feel most uncomfortable, wondering what was so interesting to look at about her. Sighing, she continued onto the train, hoping to find an empty compartment so she could be alone, where no one could look at her. She continued to move down the train isle at a slow place, looking into compartments and sometimes staring for moments at some of the students inside, other times passing by with the barest of glances. Finding an empty compartment, she sat down. As Rosaliz thought aimlessly about the recent events in her life, her blue eyes began to easily drift back to the window to her right. Out of it, she could see nothing but a solid brick wall, marking the edge of the station. Her lips had twisted in concentration as she contemplated her fifth year, something she tended to do quite a bit whenever she was alone or didn't need her mind elsewhere. Moving her eyes away from the window, the towheaded Gryffindor caught sight of an abandoned Daily Prophet a few feet away. Deciding that she had nothing better to do at the moment, Rosaliz picked it up and scanned the headlines. Nothing of great interest: it would seem that another scandal was within the Ministry walls. What else was new? Turning the first page open, Rosaliz read through the headlines, seeing hardly anything of the smallest interest spilled out on the pages before her. She tried to interest herself in an article regarding some escaped dragons in Romania but after a minute or so, Rosaliz realized she had lost her attention to the article.


Sighing heavily, the Gryffindor closed the paper and put it back where it was originally sought out. If there was one thing that everyone should know about Rosaliz it was that her faith in her logical mind was literally and physically undeniable. There was no way that she would ever doubt something that the logical processing part of her mind told herself and it was for this reason that Rosaliz everything she thought about and planned out was perfect, of course most of it was assumptions, working on hunches and yet even when she made these decisions on hunches and the like she knew that there was always strong evidence to back up whatever she thought. Rosaliz would never believe something that had absolutely no evidence though most people thought she did. This was however simply because they could not see the evidence that lay so plainly before her that she could see. Most would not notice the things that she did and therefore they would not know her logic and she seemed almost illogical due to how strong her logic was. Rosaliz had spent most of her summer learning new spells and trying to master them. Her obsession on beating her aunt was taking a toll on her. She had lost a couple of friends but truly herself. She was no longer the girl that would sit and have a cheerful conversation with you. Now she kept everything to herself and found everybody suspicious. Her character has become dark and ominous, not allowing anybody into her own social life. Nobody knew about the situation itself. And that's the way she wanted it to stay. Really there was no reason for explanation....If somebody pondered about it they just figured she was just growing up. Besides Rosaliz was not the type of person most would classify as joyous anymore. When people regarded her alabaster countenance and physique, adjectives such as cold, poised, and perhaps even slight petrification by the way her intense eyes gazed into the windows of those she communicated with: a rarity but still a necessity in some circumstances. In any case, the Gryffindor had a very pessimistic view on life: why ought she to be happy? What within the cursed world she was living within could possibly contain any joy for her? Perhaps it was because of her tyrannical upbringing but Rosaliz thought happiness was impossible for her. Even now, when she was living more independently than ever before, she could not allow herself to be engulfed by mere joviality. Perhaps when a person was wise to the evil ways of the world, such lighthearted feelings could not be felt. In any case, Rosaliz was concentrated on mere survival and avoiding the clutches of an unknown name and face by all possible means. The trunk she carried with her contained not just weapons and defense mechanisms. She kept it near by her feet for if she needed the items in a situation that she had to fled Hogwarts quickly everything was there in her reach. Gazing out the window she stayed alert hoping nobody would interrupt her peace.

[Asher Banks G6]

"Man, you know, I love Hogwarts and London, but I miss the warmth of Miami," Asher stated rather simply as he put his trunk in the boot of his father's car. Mr. Banks chuckled and helped him fix it in a right position so they could close the top. "I miss Sooth and Amy already, too. I wish I could just tell them." Mrs. Banks came out of the house then, tying her long brown hair up into a pony tail so it didn't lay on her yellow t-shirt. It was still rather warm in London, but it was nothing compared to the hot Californian heat. His mother often preferred the Californian heat, as well, but she didn't complain about it nearly as much as Asher did. His roll of complaints was just starting, too, it had been the same way every fall since his fourth year. His parents could probably recite everything Asher would say. "You sure I can't tell them?" he asked as his mother came and stood beside him, wrapping an arm across his shoulders an
d squeezing him gently. His mother was shorter than him, so it was a somewhat awkward place to be, but Asher didn't mind it.

Mrs. Banks shook her head, "I don't think it would be a good idea, honey. Just, be patient. You only have two more years and then you can move to Miami to be with them completely and not have to lie to them about anything, yeah?" she kissed the side of his head and then stepped away to head over to the passenger side of the car. Asher sighed and nodded, knowing that it would do no good to argue with her - after all they had had the same conversation two years in a row already. He pulled open his door and slid inside, buckling up, as his father pulled out of the parking space and out of the parking garage to the street. The drive to King's Cross took the same amount of time it always did, and finding a place to park took the same amount of time it always did, and finding the platform took the same amount of time it always did. Saying goodbye, however, took a bit longer for who knows what reason.

"I have to go, really, the train is going to leave without me. Then you'll just have to send me back to Miami for the school year," Asher smirked and tried to pull away from his mother's embrace. She finally let him go, but she didn't let him head to the train just yet. "Mum, seriously..." some kids would be grateful to have parents like Asher's, but he was just getting annoyed with them. Mrs. Banks kissed his cheek once more, hugged him tight, and then turned him loose. Mr. Banks had hugged him already; he wasn't so big on sappy goodbyes. "I'll write you, promise. Always do. Bye!" Asher then, with his skateboard tucked under his arm, pulled his trunk to one of the cars and boarded the train. He wasn't an incredibly sociable person, but he didn't like to sit alone, and so he went on the search for a semi-closed and semi-open room.

After a moment, he found one and slid open the door all of the way in order to get his trunk inside; his skateboard nearly slipping from his grasps, "Mind if I ...erm..." Asher set his trunk down and took his skateboard from beneath his arm, setting it on the floor; "join you?" He didn't like barging in on people's business but he really didn't feel like sitting alone and at the moment that's all it seemed to be providing. That's what he got for boarding the train late.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

[ooc: Edited. sorry for the confusion.... hope you don't mind where this post is leading too..]


Rosaliz's pale skin was practically translucent; she hardly even looked real. If anybody pressed a finger to her porcelain skin, she would instantly break. Yet - at the same time, she had an unspeakable strength about her, held within her cold eyes. Usually nobody dared not to look her directly in those eyes, not when they stared penetratingly into their own ones... No other gryffindor possessed this cold, statuesque appearance, hardly any person. She was seemingly more than that, more powerful and ethereal than any other student at Hogwarts. Her face was arranged in the most precise way, a very light, hardly visible, smirk playing across her lips. Those eyes staring out of that marble-like countenance were dark, rather ominous. Rosaliz had learned not to let people’s actions get the best of her. In the past she had been a ticking time bomb when it came to patience. This year would be different. Sure, she was still the same person, just more controlled and complex. After leaving for so long, it was hard to get reacquainted with the ghosts of ones past. In the end though, things seemed to be worth it. It was only mere seconds after staring out the window that the glass compartment door opened. A bit startled, somewhat caught up in the oddity of this scenario, the Gryffindor gazed at the newcomer, wondering if it was anybody she knew. A dark head was the first thing she saw before a physiognomy was made clear to her. Rosaliz looked at the boy's face a bit more carefully. Did she know him from somewhere?. . Watching as the boy continued to make his way inside.

"Mind if I ...erm..." he stated

Then settling his things on the ground,. Which apperently looked like a muggle skateboard and his trunk.

"join you?"

Mmm, a warm welcome indeed she thought. The greeting produced a small smirk to play on Rosaliz’s face. It was nice to know that some things didn’t change too much. A game, perhaps that was this kids downfall, she had always felt untouchable, like nothing in the world could possibly bring about her defeat. Everything in life was like a twisted competition to her, no matter how dangerous the situation. Rosaliz's expression did not falter. But she was in playful banter then a biting confliction. Was her character that obvious to judge? It seemed now, that her only words that filled the sudden silence was not a replying comment. No, It was an introduction, the biggest gesture you could give anyone that is worth anything. It was the single reason why Rosaliz never told people her name, because she ever did not think much of them, or she saw them on her level that there was no point. It was only times when she wanted to be a little pig headed and show off who she is that she spoke her name, or if it was in a situation just like this. One powerful minded person to another. She did not need a reason to hurt him because she could do whatever she felt like . . . She was eloquent, poised, and had the world at her fingertips. She knew exactly what she wanted in her life and knew the means in which she would have to use to achieve them. It seemed her unannounced personality did not leave her on good terms with many people. Rosaliz tilted her head lightly, arrogantly, and crossed her legs. She still wore her boots that her father have given her. They were simpler than usual, black velvet and over-the-ankle, but they suited her just as well as the intricate ones she was so accustomed to adorning her body with. Her arms were crossed, in dominant I'm-in-control manner.... Rosaliz didn't plan on hurting this boy, not for completely no reason at all. She had torture for the sake of it, but usually she was able to name even a slight reason. For this case, she had none, though she didn't make this fact known as her dark malevolent eyes gaze into his eyes. She looked up at him, tearing her eyes away from his ever-important skateboard. Speak Her eyes said Speak and see what happens you ignorant fool. Of course, she probably wouldn't do anything. Rosaliz usually preferred her words over the wand. Making people suffer emotional was twice as fun as physically. Or, she could do both? Maybe. Maybe she'd go there. But what to use? Nah, crucio was far to overrated. No, it was getting to old. She had done a similar thing to margie, recalled that time she had cut her's leg and smirked. Glass was nice, but she only saved glass for special occasions. Then her eyes fell upon the skateboard once again, and her face lit up deviously. That stupid little muggle thing...

"I have no desire to be in a conversation on the ride towards school, Furthermore, If you're probably wondering I am probably one of the most mature people on this train because of the way I grew up. Just because I look innocent, does not mean I am." Rosaliz's left eyebrow raised at him and she gave him a slight, irritated snarl. She usually took most people as a joke. Though, there was something about his voice that arose a slight anger in her. He sounded so...confident..so sure of himself. Rosaliz didn't like that. She preferred people to feel below her, intimidated and afraid and this boy didn't look like any of that. She then regained her composure, as quickly as she had lost it and rolled her eyes. Rosaliz reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a piece of parchment. In seconds, her wand was moving across the page, Rosaliz's name written in beautiful, yet slightly angular letters. She tossed it at the boy apathetically, almost as if he was some kind of trash bin. "There's an autograph. Something for you to remember me by when you're dead..." Arrogance was something that permeated Rosaliz's speech and actions. Yet, she was no fool. Rosaliz's hand gripped around her wand tighter. If that boy dared to try anything she would hex him into next year. Finally, she looked at him. Her eyes meetings his. One could say hers seemed as furious as an ocean. It might look calm on the surface, but if one look closely enough they could see the irritation rippling, reflecting. Did he hate her? Likely. Not that she cared too much. It only made this more amusing for her. She stood, hands on her hips, wand still at her side. She had to make a good first impression on him. Was she flirting??? Or coarse not? Or was she?....After a moment the trains wheels begun to turn. This was going to be a long ride.