Hogsmeade ((Serina ))

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

The Dark Arts. What were Rosaliz's views on the scandalizing and oftentimes talked about subject, really? It was hard to say. If many would see the amount of books on the Dark Arts hidden behind the bookcase of more innocuous books in her library, they would be convinced that she was obbssed by it. But sad to say her parents secretly were in the study of the dark arts. All she did was sit upstairs, holed up in her bedroom and forget about the world surrounding her. Rosaliz could not say much more about her control freak Aunt Margie. Rosaliz tried to stray as far away as possible from them, physically and in regards to beliefs. But did she have an interest in the Dark Arts? Yes, she did. It was no longer unexplored territory for Rosaliz, as she had scoured those books in her library quite well, discovering things that she had not even known were possible. The Dark Arts opened doors for Rosaliz, doors that she thought would remain closed and tightly sealed for all of eternity. But maybe, with the assistance of Dark Arts study, they would not be. Maybe she would be able to accomplish the task she felt destined for.

Rosaliz was spending her day in Hogsmeade, walking through the busy streets and feeling paranoid as usual. Her right hand, thrust in her cloak pocket, curled tightly around her wand. More than once Rosaliz felt the urge to whip it out and protect herself and the revered pendent. Always Rosaliz felt like people were trying to steal it. Always she got bad intuitions and feelings, causing her to feel insecure and vulnerable. Rosaliz despised vulnerability more than anything else in the world. Vulnerability led to many unappealing and despiteful situations; people took advantage of vulnerable people. Her entire life, Rosaliz had hated people of this nature - whether that was because those seeds of hate were planted by her parents or because she saw the undesirable outcomes of those who were vulnerable and weak, Rosaliz did not know. One thing was certain: she was not about to trust anybody. Knowing that she had to get away from the conniving and unbearable beings who roamed the streets, hungry for something Rosaliz was not wiling to give, she turned off a side street, narrow and dingy as an alley. It was, actually, an alley and Rosaliz knew exactly where it eventually led to. Much less people inhabited this tiny vein off of the main artery; those who did looked leary and suspicious, some not even fully human. Rosaliz pulled up the hood of her cloak, the lip draping just above her deep-set and cold hazel eyes. It was better to be guarded and cautious than foolish and, later on, regretful. She could feel the cold pendant pressing down heavily on her chest, weighing more in value than in weight.

Not much longer, Rosaliz came across the place known by her on a previous occasion - the Hog's Head Inn. It usually is filled with it's common quiet mutterings and secret discussions from the various few groups that sat hunched around tables, their heads hung low and their gaze usually centered on one person in the group who was speaking to everyone else hurriedly as if explaining some kind of secret plot or another. The hogs Head Inn had become a sort of place of sanctuary for Rosaliz to come and sit within. For a long time she had tried to sit calmly in the three broomsticks, but it was always just too filled with other students walking around and talking with loud voices that seemed to echoe through her mind painfully. All in all it had become almost painful for her to sit and that place as whenever she tried to think she would get a headache from all the noise. This was bad because Rosaliz needed to think clearly when she was alone. There was another reason why she had started coming to this place rather than the Three Broomsticks. If anyone was going to talk about the dark arts then they would surely come to a place like this rather than the three broomsitcks. After all anyone could overhear them in there and that would just be pointless. Therefore Rosaliz was a lot more likely to be able to understand what was going on if she was here where they would more likely be....Pushing open the door of the dingy and dirty pub, Rosaliz stepped forth, her face concealed in shadows. Not that many people would pay very much attention to her - people tended to mind their own business in this place, which was more than Rosaliz could say about most places she had been too. Striding to the bartender, Rosaliz requested a glass of water, as she did not trust people enough to know that they were not going to spike her drink. Taking it off the cracked and dusty bartop, Rosaliz turned around and started to head to the corner in which she had occupied the last time - the darkest and most concealing corner in the pub. She sat at an empty table a few feet to her right, a little more out in the open than what she would have normally liked. Sitting down, Rosaliz leaned far back in her chair and looked round the pub with her shadowed eyes. Secluded underneath the hood of her cloak, Rosaliz took extreme notice of everything that went on in the pub. Everyone who occupied the various tables, all of which were thickened with shadows or else lit by a sickly shade of yellow, coming from the iron brackets attached heavily to the cracked stone walls. The people who inhabited this pub came for very specific reasons: this was no place to simply wander it and have a jolly good time with an old mate. People who came here had business to attend to, things to speak about in which others would not be heard. Rosaliz herself did not have anyone to speak to but the need for privacy right now was critical. She had on her two material objects worth more to her than the steep price tag they would ensue, if Rosaliz went to the right place.

Rosaliz was suspicious of everyone. Everyone had a reason for doing something and, to Rosaliz, the reasoning could only lead to negative outcomes. She did not make friendships or acquaintances even, people did not know who she was. The Hog's Head was commonplace for Rosaliz and she knew that, in time, she would be able to do what was necessary. Rosaliz could hear all of the conversations around her clearly and none of them were interesting. however as she heard someone enter Rosaliz allowed her chair to fall forwards and she leant forwards onto the table as her eyes drifted over to the new comer. She couldn't quite see who it was but she knew they wouldn't be able to recognise her either so that was fine. The newcomer was almost as well concealed as Rosaliz had made herself, the hood of their cloak covering enough of their face so that she couldn't get a definite desdcription of who this person was. That made Rosaliz slightly more suspicious as she allowed her eyes to travel away from the figure for a second and travel the pub. It was foolish to think that you could keep watching one person for more than a few moments and not be called upon to state your reasons for watching them in a place like this. The reason Rosaliz was suspicious of this newcomer ... this is what she had mentally named the figure as they had arrived after she'd been here a few minutes already and she couldn't see who it was ... was because they seemed to be trying to hide themselves for some reason. The reason Rosaliz was hiding herself was so that no one within the pub would recognise her and stop theirs discussions. However she doubted there were many others hiding their identities for this reason and she drifted her eyes back to the figure again for a moment, watching them closely. Rosaliz noticed the figure sit down. Rosaliz had actually allowed herself to stop listening to the conversation from two tables over which hse now realised, as she allowed herself to listen in again to try and not focus too much on the newcomer, had been a mistake. There were now raised voices coming from the table and Rosaliz turned her head towards them, these were fully grown witches and wizards, however she would be able to defend herself if the fight spilled over to her. At least enough to escape. The fight had now started properly and spells were begginning to fly across the pub. Rosaliz leaned backwards in her chair, making herself as small as possible as the spells shot overhead and around her. This didn't last long however as almost instantly the landlord came out from behind the bar and shot five spells, knocking the men and women unconscious. Rosaliz had to admit this guy was definitely strong. The five bodies were then floated out of the pub by the landlord and dropped on the street where they rested. Rosaliz knew they had merely been stunned but she couldn't help standing up, her water in hand and moving towards the door to take a look.

Rosaliz felt for some reason, as she watched the men and women that had been stunned and were now lying outside, a strong urge to turn around. Why? She had no actual idea but something was drawing her attention from within the pub and she slowly turned her head. Without waiting Rosaliz wanted to go sit down once again but before she could even make one step into the pub she was pushed or hit by somebody or something. This was such a strong force that it made her trip to the ground. Angrily, Rosaliz pulled her wand out of her pocket, stood up, and turned around where her back once faced. Wand at the ready, Rosaliz was prepaired for anything....

[Serina Becksworth G1]

Serina was doing two thinga at once...something she knew she shouldn't do. She was walking and dusting of the little white dog hairs that were on her right sleeve. For some reason her little poodle loved laying on her right sleeve. Candie, her dog, would not lay anywhere else but the right side of her cloak. Serina hated it. She tried to teach Candie not to lay on her cloak or anything other then the floor, but it never seemed to work. Her mother always suggested to get rid of the "thing", that is what she would always call her. "That thing is such an ugly looking dog, why must you keep it? i say throw it out on the street." Serina could hear her words as if her mother was standing right behind her. Serina hated it when she would go into a deep thought and end up hear her mother or father right next to her. She often did this where ever she was. Serina wasn't sure why but she did. It wasn't all bad things. Some times what she would remember would keep her out of trouble rather get her in to trouble. That was mostly things she remembered from her father though. That was the only time she actually like some one from Slytherin, her father. She hated the fact that he used to be in Slytherin. She knew that he was a filthy,annoying, lazy person and always insisted using magic when ever and where ever he wanted. He had no intentions on obeying the rules of which not using magic in the muggle world. That was also the reason he didn't have a job.

Serina wasn't really paying attention to where she was going she was trying to use her memory that her mother gave her through genetics, and she was watching the ground remembering how the ground felt in different areas, and how many steps. It seemed that every time she would brush hair off it would land back again but in a different spot. Serina was getting furious with the hair...it was almost like someone had put a spell on the hair or something. Her father liked to do that to her a lot. Serina was at her father's house for the weekened, so there is a chance he could have tampered with the hair or the cloak. Serina knew that there was an alley coming up so she turned down it, she only looked up for a second to make sure it was the right one. It was. She had a glance at the people that were starring at her, as if she was some unhuman creature. Serina thought it was becasue she had just walked in a straight line with out bumping into anybody. The only reason for that was that she could hear and see peoples feet, so in a way she was cheating, but hey it worked. Serina was walking past a pub that she usually walked past, and the that was when she heard it. Serina heard someone or something say " Serina Elizabeth.......". Serina knew that only people in her family knew her middle name. She never dared to tell anyone her middle name, because it was her grandmother's name and she was killed...no murdered Serina was always scared that she was cursed with having that as her middle name. Serina looked up and turned to where it was coming from and then ran right into someone. She didn't know who it was but when she turned back she saw that the girl standing in front of her had her wand up and ready, she did not look so happy either. Serina being the one who never likes to duel decided to say something nice,"Well, should i take my wand out or are you going to be nice and put yours away. I promise it was an accident." Serina smiled and was hoping that the other girl would in fact put her wand away.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz had cloaked herself in mystery these days. Sealing herself away from people, more so than often, ensuring that very few paths were crossed with anybody. Recently, the restraints that had once been bound to Rosaliz so tightly that she could not even expression emotion had been released, allowing her to actually feel something within her normally statue-like appearance. The gryffie did not like this. It made her vulnerable and suspectible to elements that were usually of an entire different reality than she was concerned with. A tempermental mindset had settled over the gryffie and the wand was being whipped out at the drop of a hat, practically. Therefore, Rosaliz had made a haven of sorts of places she could find, mostly obscured from the vision of most. Rosaliz had always worked alone, studying on an individual basis, and was not very partial to going out and using the Dark Arts to randomly attack or demolish. She was very interested in enhancing her Dark Arts education for other purposes, purposes which would not be revealed to anybody. Rosaliz, flat-out, did not trust anybody. It was simply in her character to be paranoid of people and suspicious of their intents; she was somebody who detested vulnerability and weakness above all else. Dedication and secrecy wasn't a problem for Rosaliz; she was a very private sort of person and committed to things very strongly.

"Well, should i take my wand out or are you going to be nice and put yours away. I promise it was an accident."

Rosaliz looked at the young girl who had spoken up. From a general first impression, Rosaliz saw arrogance and a dependency on a family name dominant in the girl. This did not make her a bad person, but Rosaliz was not sure whether the arrogance was called for just yet. Rosaliz still did not have a footing of trust with this little girl but she could see that there was some sense within her. The answer was quite obvious, as she was standing right here with many others, only a few of whom she actually recognized. Rosaliz suddenly carried a low impression of this girl. Whatever was expected of her, Rosaliz could do fully and exceedingly well, so long as she didn't have to buddy up to everybody in the room. Cooperation and dignity was as far as she was willing to go in that respect. Standing outside she heard hearing chatter and the scraping of chairs as people sitting back down again. Then answering to the young girls statement:

"Nope never heard you say Sorry."

These words, spoken by the careless Rosaliz, were accompanied by an eye roll. After she had spoken, Rosaliz began a mental notation of sorts about the people in the room with her. Most of it was based on how they spoke and their reactions to what other people stated, but by the end Rosaliz had developed a concise list in her head of everybody was there and what impression she received from them after theratening the young girl. Rosaliz then started wondering about this young girl, for she was only so young, and here in the leaky cauldron? Her words were rather unique. That made Rosaliz a bit irked, for her knowledge was a lot more than anybody would suspect, but she made no expression of discontent. Interesting. This suggested that this girl was curious about intimidating people. Her hazel eyes were cast in every direction, eternally suspicious of those who were inhabiting the the area. A sharp pain shot across Rosaliz's membrane at that moment and she gritted her teeth, hand flying up involuntarily to her ebony head. It took only a few moments before the pain subsided, colors and shapes around her coming back into vivid clarity. Spontaneous sharp pains such as these had flared in the gryffie's mind recently and Rosaliz was getting quite frustrated and annoyed with it. To her, it only showed weakness, as though some outside force or being was controlling her and causing her unpleasurable pain. Rosaliz let a small wince pass across her face. "Oh, just bloody brilliant” she stated, annoyance present in her otherwise catatonic voice. Some things never changed. It was a close call. Knowing that anything was possible with her newfound tempermental state, Rosaliz tried to regain control of herself. Honestly, there was no point in going about yelling at people. It would only cause her more friction, tension, and an overall unbalanced state. It was just cumbersome that nobody paid any attention to what they were doing anymore. Her physiognomy taking on a stoic mask, Rosaliz looked at the girl who she nearly had a head-on collision with. Rosaliz did not like the sarcastic tone of the girl. Of course, she was expecting such snide remarks after she had more or less accused her for their collision but it still ticked her off. Sarcasm was a type of speech a person used to make the young girl's argument sound more witty or clever. Rosaliz disliked using sarcasm; instead, she spoke in a very straightforward and direct manner, her words never having a double meaning. "I was paying very precise attention; you just happened to be directly in my way as I was walking through the entrance," she stated, the initial frustration driven out of her voice, replaced by the all-too familiar cool tone she normally used. She was still defiant and unwilling to admit she was wrong. The way Rosaliz saw it, she was never wrong.

"It's not nice to blame your faults on others, you know."

Naturally, as Rosaliz was a very observant person, she had seen the way she had looked her way, almost as though sizing her up. It was apparent that her physical appearance was by no means off-setting the girl, but Rosaliz had her ways of dealing with these types. After all, hadn't she already dealt with one particular "love sick" Gryffindor last term? Remembering that occasion, Rosaliz kept her eyes trained on the girl, showing that she held absolute no interest in her or whats she had to say. She continued to maintain eye contact with the girl - not to intimidate her, for Rosaliz did not think herself as fearful, but she was a naturally intense person who knew that communication was only effective if it was direct. "Besides, this was clearly not my fault. As I have stated before, she stateded once more, her ice-ridden voice snaking away from her lips. She wondered how much of a challenge this girl was going to be. If she were to guess from her appearance, she would have deemed her a waste of time . . . but Rosaliz knew better than to underestimate those around her.


((kinda half asleep writing this....It's 3 in the morning....if I made any type of mistakes I apologize....goin 2 sleep now...nite ))

[Serina Becksworth G1]

Serina finally dusted off the last hair and to her surprise it didn't fall back onto her cloak. Serina looked up back at the girl with a smile of accomplishment. Serina was always proud of her self when ever she finished something that she had started. Serina had that determination that her father had. She knew she got it from her father and not her mother because her mother never showed a bit of determination. Her mother was lazing and yet she seemed to have kept her job for as long as she could. Serina often hoped that they had fired her in stead of her retireing. Serina never thought her mother would retire from that job, because her mother loved that job more then she loved Serina. That was what Serina would tell her friends. Of course she would only tell her friends that would never meet her mother because then they would see the nice, loving mother that she always pretended to be whenever Serina would bring a friend over. Serina hated the fact that she did that, and that was the reason she rarely brought friends over. Serina almost thought it was useless becasue she always got annoyed with her mother and then wanted to leave the house. She would often make excuses to get away from the house, from her mother. She would say that they had to go work on a project at the local Library or something.

Serina's smile didn't last that long when the girl in front of her didn't say what she expected her to say. Serina thought she might say "oh, it is alright. No Problem." But instead she got the exact opposite. "Nope never heard you say Sorry." was the first thing that the girl had said. Serina was shocked. She knew it was her fault mainly because she wasn't watching that carefully, especially when she heard that voice. She never heard that voice before. That was what scared her the most. Heairng a voice from behind you when no one behind you is speaking to you, and you never heard that voice before, is never a good thing. Serina was lost in thought and so she wasn't all paying attention to the girl. Serina knew that she should but she wasn't. Serina was looking at her and making it oblvious that she was listening, or trying to that is. "It's not nice to blame your faults on others, you know." That was what got her attention back, Serina wasn't blaming any one else for her fault, she just hadn't gave Serina time to talk. Serina then smiled big and sighed.

"Well, then let me start over. I'm very sorry for bumping into you. I really did not mean to and i do hope you will forgive me. My name is Serina Becksworth, and ama first year in Gryffindor. See why i ran into you is because i heard..." Serina stopped. She heard the voice again. But this time it wasn't really saying her name it was more of talking to her which scared her more. It was almost like it was telling her to do something. Serina then remembered what her father told her. He used to tell her stories of why he had got into some trouble, and ended getting picked on. Serina's father had the same problem, he would hear voices that he never heard before and then he would go to the headmaster or one of his friends and tell them. They ended up calling him a Physco. Serina did not want that to happen to her, and that was mainly because she did not want to follow in his foot steps. Serina then decided to just smile." Oh, well lets just forget that last part i said. What might your name be?" Seirna folded her hands in front of her hoping that the girl would be as kind as Serina was trying to be, although she still was thinking of that voice she kept hearing. And why did it start at this time, did it want her to run into this girl? If so why?

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz gritted her teeth in frustration. It was obvious that the reason why this girl was apologizing was because she had not had her wand. The cardinal rule in magic was to always have your wand at your side, no matter what the circumstances were. Obviously this girl was blind to the potential dangers that roamed without any hesitation about the magical world. Rosaliz could name about a dozen other things the girl was blind to as well but was not about to lay there and list them. She had to get out of this mess. Of course, there were some things about Rosaliz that would never change, such as her stubborness and her paranoia of people as a whole. Questioning what she really believed in and evaluating herself was something she never, ever did. No matter what. Always, she was in the right. Always, her beliefs were set in stone and unchangable. However, this new side of her - the side that was never ever expressed - was unnerving to Rosaliz. She hated anything foreign or unusual to her and these ideals, although they may have been present in the back of her mind all along, were something she had never fully confronted before. Why? Mainly because doubts led her cascading down to . . . what? Nothing good, that was obvious. Sighing heavily, knowing that she needed to pull herself out of this rut... There was no escaping the thoughts echoing through her mind, no way to slow down time so that she could stop and consider what was happening with her. She would sit here and hope to get some answers from her jumbled mess of thoughts. Never in her mind did it occur to her that she ought to talk to somebody about it, as Rosaliz did not associate with people very often. Even if she thought that was the best course of action. Although Rosaliz had a darker aura about her then most people, particuarly of her own age, there was a very stubborn root that would absolutely refuse to be loosened. She wanted to survive. Live, be independent, be strong, stand on her own two feet with no restraints to anybody or anything. If it took extreme measures, Rosaliz was very willing to venture out into the risk-taking abyss. All of her life, however, she had been unable to complete this goal because of her domineering aunt. She controlled her like a ventriloquist on strings, a pathetic puppet who was lame and lifeless without the assistance of pulled strings. She hated her because she was not able to gather the strength to overcome and deny her, to conquer and find strength in a sea of utter weakness. It made her furious to no end but such anger had to be kept at bay. No way was she to become unhinged or screwed loose. That would be the fool's act and Rosaliz was anything but a fool. Her desire to survive and be fiercely independent would not allow this type of behavior, as she would never be able to achieve anything in her life. Of course, Rosaliz was very aloof and vague when it came to new people. She did not look for friendship or companions and conversed with acquaintances whenever it seemed fit and appropriate. Rosaliz would only tolerate so much, however, before something would break within. It wasn't that Rosaliz was tempermental or explosive these days, she was simply more prone to be annoyed easier. Perhaps it pertained to the duels she had been a part of recently, one giving her a rather severe shoulder wound, but edginess and an even more heightened sense of paranoia had overtaken the Gryffie. Rosaliz looked back at Serina, wondering if there were any hints in her accent or appearance that would reveal her heritage....

"Well, then let me start over. I'm very sorry for bumping into you. I really did not mean to and i do hope you will forgive me. My name is Serina Becksworth, and ama first year in Gryffindor.... /i]

Perhaps she felt insecure around the new girl, since she did not know a single thing about her, save for her name. Of course Rosaliz was not going to go into details about herself. There was no need - not only did Rosaliz not even know Serina, there was the added factor of not wanting to outwardly admit how much control her aunt held over her. Rosaliz did not seek pity from people and talking about her problems would only invite that in when it was not wanted. Of course Rosaliz was not going to go into details about what things she was talking about. There was no need - not only did Rosaliz not even know Serina, there was the added factor of not wanting to outwardly admit how much control her aunt held over her. Rosaliz did not seek pity from people and talking about her problems would only invite that in when it was not wanted. Rosaliz was not a nosy person, persay, but she was rather curious. If somebody was going to take out random items from a container and spread them out of them, Rosaliz was going to be observant as to what precisely the objects were. Granted, much of the time the person got annoyed and put their things away from Rosaliz's sharp eyes. Rosaliz did not know what to expect from this girl. She could be anybody and Rosaliz hated not having any previous knowledge of anybody she came across. It gave them the advantage. At the same time, however, they did not know anything about her. It turned out that Rosaliz was more suspicious than most and was less likely to simply believe something, just because somebody said it was true. Instead, the gryffie considered all possibilities - many of them being negative. Perhaps it was for this reason that she did not like conversing with people very much. Rosaliz always felt like they were going to try and take advantage of her, even though she would never allow such a thing to happen.

"See why i ran into you is because i heard...Oh, well lets just forget that last part i said. What might your name be?"

But then the girl had stopped in her tracks and told rosaliz to forget everything she had just said except her namr. This had caught Rosaliz's attention....Rosaliz eyebrows rose. This girl was hiding something. She could feel it.

At this point, Rosaliz could, will not just let the conversation go. For one thing, it would be awkward and although Rosaliz was never the epitomine of social etiquette, it was simply common knowledge that to walk away from any sort of conversation without a good reason was simply ridiculous. But why was she questioning her in such a manner that she was not used to? It was exactly what she did to people, yes, but she had the right to do such things. Other people did not. At least, in Rosaliz's mind. However, the girl was relentless and would not stop defending her position. This made Rosaliz slightly ticked, as she was so accustomed to people simply regarding her as cold and obscure before leaving her alone. That was the state Rosaliz was so used to at this point. Being alone. Rosaliz did not even have to consider the possibilities of what would happen, should she turn away and forget about this. Of course, it inevitably happened every now and then throughout life but she ensured that those occasions were rare. Now was a junction in which she could not let something of that sort happened. Rosaliz could not say that she had ever been in this sort of situation before. Granted, every once in awhile came a person who would try to question her motives or make her even more suspicious than usual, but never before had she been in such a predicament - the predicament being that she could not leave until she knew she could trust this girl not to hex her. Fat chance that was going to happen. Why in Merlin's name would she trust some random girl, whose countenance strangely enough reflected her own? If he really was as similar as she, then it gave her even more reason not to trust Serina. If people knew what sorts of things Rosaliz knew, their guard might be raised a bit more. However, Rosaliz did not provoke unless she was defending herself or if she was previously provoked. It was immature to abuse magic. Of course, Rosaliz's definition of magic abuse was quite different from others'. She tended to be more lenient. But Rosaliz had gotten curious and it was bothering her that this little girl wouldn't tell her. She just asked her name...Rosaliz was very curious of this girl, she acting all strange, even with this curiosity it was, of course, incredibly difficult for Rosaliz to show any extreme emotion in her voice as she was so used to speaking in indifferent dulcets but a bit of emotion was filtering through at this moment. This showed how peeved Rosaliz was. Rosaliz closed her eyes and tried to regain her calm composure. She had to get out of this mess and what she was doing was not helping by replying to her question. “Uh-em...My name is Rosaliz, Gryffindor fifth year”

[Serina Becksworth G1]

"Don't trust her! She is not one to trust. If you listen to me you will accomplish many things your father couldn't" The voice was back. Serina became very shocked and scared at the same time. She wasn't sure what to think. Why was the voice talking to her, most impotantly why was it telling her not to trust this girl. She seemed nice to her, other then being a little mean. Serina knew she was only a first year and that upperclassmen were smarter then her, she always liked then until she found a very good reason not to.Serina was getting upset with this voice. It was obviously a man becuase it sounded like one. Serina wasn't sure why it was talking to her of all people. She wasn't the kind of person she thought would end up "hearing voices". She thought that would be some one who was a depressed person and had a mental problem...not Serina! Serina was completely sane. Well, at least that was what she thought. Now that she has been hearing this man talk to her she wasn't sure if she was sane anymore or not. Serina wanted to know if it was just her hearing the voice. She wondered if she should ask This girl, who she still yet to know her name. Serina thought that she would think she was crazy. But why should Serina care if she did think she was crazy, it's not like they were such good friends like she was with Abigail. Abigail was like a sister to her. She told her every thing, well other then the voice hearing thing. Serina was affraid she would loose a friendship over telling her that. Serina never had a best friend like this so she didn't want to loose it. Serina was determined to do what ever it took to keep her friendship with Abigail in working condition. Serina didn't think anything bad would happen if she plainly just didn't say anything to her. It's not like she would find out on her own...would she?

Serina smiled from ear to ear as she heard the girl's name. Rosaliz. Serina had never heard that name before and she actually liked this new name that she had just heard. Usually she doesn't like the new names people came up with. She just thinks it's another name that she has to try to say and then with out seeing it, try to spell it out. No. This one was easy. Roz-A-Liz. That was how she said it in her mind. Serina smirked."See she isn't all that bad! Even her name sounds trust worthy!" Serina wasn't really thinking when she had just talked to a voice that had no body and she was still looking at Rosaliz. Serina would of looked at the voice, if she knew where it was coming from. Maybe then she wouldn't look all that crazy, or would she look even more crazy?

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz really had no idea where Serina was headed, as far as their conversation went. Normally, most people gave up on Rosaliz at this point - either they were tired of her careless manner or they simply thought she was too angsty to be dealt with. Rosaliz did not think she was angsty - merely, she was smart. Sharp. Devoid of anything emotionally. Why, then, was she feeling a stirring at the pit of her stomach? A stirring that seemed to become more and more prominent the more she considered her current situation? Rosaliz had no clue but she did not like it. It was foreign to her and Rosaliz did terribly with things that were unusual or unique to what she was used to. That was not to say that Rosaliz lived by routine, as routine tended to get unpredictable after some time. Usually, however, Rosaliz stuck by her strong principles and only participated in things that would ensure her to be safe and practically untouchable. Rosaliz could not afford to have any strings attached to anybody. It was far too dangerous.The girl, however, did not turn around and leave as Rosaliz vaguely anticipated when she answered her question. Instead, she continued standing there. Rosaliz got momentarily offended by this - her senses were sharper than a fox's, Merlin - but the girl just stood there. She expected her to say something back, in her offhandish and casual way, and state that she was weird, there was always optimism, etcetera. Although Rosaliz did not necessarily want to hear it, she knew that listening to such a thing would give her more reason to debate, and a rather miniscule part of her did like to do that. It gave her a strange sort of satisfaction, arguing with somebody and eventually defeating them by having the stronger viewpoints. It was also a rare occasion that Rosaliz did such things as argue, as she did not communicate with anybody. That was not to say that this girl was any less numskulled than the others in, but she did see that she was willing to present her own point of views and defend them.

No, Rosaliz did not admire such traits, but she definitely was more intrigued by it. It was obvious that she was not going to change her mind and neither was she. Rosaliz continued to keep her placid gaze upon the Gryffindor newcomer. Of course, Rosaliz automatically disliked anybody younger than her for she thought they were snotty and way too arrogant but this one was incredibly thick as well. Rosalize was not very surpised at this, oftentimes the small ones had about as many brain cells as the number of friends Rosaliz made in the course of her lifetime. Which was currently, and would remain at, the number zero. Rosaliz continued to pierce her icy expression upon the young Gryffindor, getting more annoyed as the time ticked on. Never showing any extreme emotion or feeling. But she had to wonder. Would her calm, if cold, state be able to withstand the annoyance of this young Gryffindor or would she snap and finally use her wand against her? Rosaliz felt like she would continue in that stoic way of hers. She wasn't worth it; to simply blow up and hex the girl sideways just because she couldn't keep control of herself. Even though Rosaliz knew herself to be inwardly brooding and angsty, she was also able to keep her disposition calm and collected. It seemed that she almost deflected things people shot her way. She was just staring at her as if just earned herself a personal admirer. Rosaliz continued to look at her through hard eyes. Rosaliz looked at her a moment longer, face unchanging, before she looked back at the people who were kicked out of the pub had woken up and started to walk down the main street. Then with her wand in her hand she spun lazily within her right fingers....

Rosaliz did not know what to expect from this girl. She could be anybody and Rosaliz hated not having any previous knowledge of anybody she came across. It gave them the advantage. At the same time, however, they did not know anything about her. It turned out that Rosaliz was more suspicious than most and was less likely to simply believe something, just because somebody said it was true.Yes, it was a cutthroat world she was living in and Rosaliz was willing to fight. Not with duelling and other such forms of violence but by cleverness and retaining her distrustful state. That was why she regarded her counterpart as conniving, even though she had done nothing much to display such a characteristic. If people showed too much emotion - anything, from sadness to utter joy - they were much more susceptible, simply because people toyed with others' emotions to get what they wanted out of them. The emotion-based person, being at their weak point, would give in and eventually be taken advantage of. Rosaliz was not about to become one of those ignorant fools.Rosaliz had no indication if this person was as suspicious as she seemed or if she was merely more cautious because of her own distrusting nature. People were so hard to read sometimes, even for somebody who was as perceptive as Rosaliz was. She simply did not care about people and their little affairs, she did not want to seem susceptible or vulnerable because she could not bottle up and control her emotions. She was in control and she was going to make sure people knew that. Of course, although she would never admit it to herself, Rosaliz was overly paranoid and much too suspicious for her own good. She had yet to learn the lesson that not everything was out to get her and that it was wrong to look into everything so deeply, analyzing every single little movement to the finest and most ridiculous degree. To Rosaliz, this was the only way she would survive in this world. To be over-paranoid was to be wise and more clever than the rest. That was Rosaliz's philosophy anyhow, although she did not think for one second that she was over-paranoid. She was merely doing what was necessary in order to ensure that she did not get gypped or taken advantage of. So much of that Rosaliz had already seen and she was not willing to fall prey to such foolishness.

Like she noted before, the girl was incredibly easy to read. She had physicalities that easily portrayed what she was thinking at the moment, and was reflecting in her innermost thoughts. Rosaliz, on the other hand, knew herself to be opposing of this, as she went out of her way to ensure that no emotion or feeling was put into anything that she did. Cold and icy. That was the most people would get out of her, perhaps with a bit of an edge if she was feeling irritated. Although Rosaliz was not going to start on personal attacks right at this moment, she was as stubborn as a mule, and would keep to her strong and defiant beliefs, as it seemed to be the only thing she could actually rely on. Rosaliz merely looked at her through her stony hazel eyes, although her thin right eyebrow was arched very slightly on her placid forehead. In what direction did this girl intend to go in? Rosaliz really had no idea but she could only guess it would go in a worse direction. She was quite content on where they were standing. Rosaliz continued to fixate her gaze upon the girl, although she was probably pausing just long enough to make her wonder if there was any sort of hesitation within that lapse of silence. She had glanced toward the pub's entrance before she turned back to her, those green eyes determinedly sparkling. Not able to take anymore, Rosaliz thought to break the silence. “Umm—would you like to go inside and have a drink together?” Rosaliz knew this would be getting herself into something further but at least it broke the awkward silence. Assuming she would agree; Rosaliz took a step into the pub. She was heading to the table she had last occupied. She was going to sit down weather the girl accepted her invitation or not.