storm of the century ((Lynne))

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz stood at a huge paned window of the shrinking shack. Her cold hazel eyes stared out into the distance, in which she could see dark charcoal skies and rain pounding furiously onto the deep hunter-green lawn. Occasionally an electrical bolt shot through the sky, piercing the impending gloomy sky. Thunder rolled in the distance, suddenly and unexpectedly, venting its rage upon the earth. Mother Nature was furious but Rosaliz merely looked out at this display, her heart and her face as set as stone. It would be considered peculiar by most to simply stand at a window, staring at a maniacal storm. But, somehow, Rosaliz was transfixed to the window and could not leave. Watching the storm did something to her . . . something that seemed to blacken her very soul. Rosaliz rarely felt feeling toward anything but the weather was having a great iron hold on her, not allowing her to escape from its demonic grip. Around her neck hung a pendant, which was possbily even more powerful than the storm outside or Rosaliz's cold and somewhat possessive disposition. Its green glow, glinting intensely when a lightning bolt lit up the skies, was menacing yet tempting at the same time. Just like the terrific storm outside, Rosaliz was under its evil spell. She could feel it pulse against her chest, its cold and heavy texture matching that of Rosaliz's heart. Involuntarily, Rosaliz's fingers went up to the pendant, her eyes still affixed to the storm outside. This behavior was odd, even for Rosaliz. She was supposedly independent to anything, especially something such as the weather or a material object as the necklace seemingly was. However, Rosaliz didn't feel like the same person anymore. Something hung over her constantly, it seemed. Suddenly, the loudest crash of thunder yet cascaded the skies, somehow breaking Rosaliz from her spell. Her hazel eyes shifted away from the window and around the room walls she currently stood in. It was lit gently by burning candle which she brought. Rosaliz took one more glance out of the window, seeing the smokey dark clouds move furiously in unison with the storm, before moving away and traversing down the hall. Her movements were calm, stoic, and unmoving but her eyes held an obscure look. The moment her fingers left the pendant, they settled and returned to normal - which, for Rosaliz, was nonchalant, dispassionate, yet cold. Having gotten adjusted to solitude for so long, Rosaliz was startled at the appearance of not one but two others. Standing beside a torch, the flame within flickering in a tantalizing way, Rosaliz's own physiognomy was one of an ethereal quality. Her eyes, round and deep-set, were cold and reflected nothing. They could tell tales of all that she had seen, of all that she believed, but instead they were two hollow holes in her face, of a hazel hue with green speckling the edges. Standing next to the torch light, the shadows beneath these eyes were more pronounced and gave her eyes a more haunting look. Her mouth was a straight line, set in stone, never to be broken. This was Rosaliz's way of expression, showing nothing and trying to drain oneself of anything emotionally. It was weak to be emotional; it would only lead to vulnerability. Those were two qualities Rosaliz was never in possession of, no matter what the circumstances were.


She did not seek acquaintances, friends, any relationship of any sort. People could not be trusted; they were conniving and would only lead to Rosaliz's downfall. At these thoughts, her long fingers traversed up to her pendant, carressing it in a possessive manner. A surge shot through her brain as she did this but still, nothing showed on Rosaliz's expression. No one could be trusted . . . Another clap of thunder erupted in the black sky as her eyes came across someone residing in the shadows. Rosaliz, although being incredibly mysterious and obscure on many occasions, did not consider herself fearful or intimidating in any manner. It was true, she was unapproachable - one could see that simply from glancing into her lifeless countenance. This worked for Rosaliz, as she rather despised it when people came up to her and began to chat about rubbish Rosaliz would never care about. Therefore, she was constantly purged into a solitary existence, one that did not interact with others. People were like the plague - they must be avoided, otherwise their idiotic and cumbersome ways would infest Rosaliz's own persona, no matter how defiant it seemed now. The public eye was much too judging and inquisitive as well; sometimes Rosaliz felt as though people were looking into her soul and reading its secrets as easily as a book. No matter how little she communicated verbally and physically with others, there was still such a thing as intuition. Something Rosaliz had considered to be completely evaporated in the character of mankind, but one could never be too certain. Assuming things would only lead to troubles down the road. It was simply in Rosaliz's nature to expect the worst of people. Always, she had firmly believed that people's motives were connotated negatively and she knew for a fact that people were in everything for themselves. There was no such thing as selfless or honest people. Rosaliz realized this, but took it to a more extreme level than most. Most did not even consider the fact that she was outside in the midst of what was surely the storm of the century to be wrong in any sense. Rosaliz, however, found everything about it to be wrong, especially when she really started to consider the situation. What reasons would anybody have to walk about when a product of the devil raged outside, purging its demonic nature over the threshold of the building? None. Of course, it was perfect alright for Rosaliz herself to walk about in the same exact manner but everyone else was regarded as highly suspicious. That was simply how Rosaliz's hypocritical nature worked.

[Lynne Collins]

((You said that Rosaliz was in the Shrieking Shack but since it's boarded up and the only entrance is through the Whomping Willow, I just wrote as though Rosaliz was outside because of the reasons above. ))

Kael thought that she was acting oddly. Lynne laughed at the thought, the sound a strange mix between bitter and contented. She had been acting oddly when Danny had left, roughly a year ago, but her twin had never noticed anything then. Perhaps she had been a better actress back then, Lynne mused idly. Because, after all, back then she had been playing a part that she knew off by heart, the role of Lynne Collins as she was usually. It had been a familiar skin to slip into, something that comforted her in its normality even when the world seemed to be shaken on its axis. The words, the smiles, the exuberance. It was Lynne through and through. She had never been a melancholy child, not even when the bullies had come in packs and shoved her around mercilessly. The darker side of life was where her twin walked; it had always been that way for as long as Lynne could remember. For all that Kael was their parents golden child, the perfect and unflawed one, he preferred to live in the shadows and so Lynne had stepped into the spotlight and deflected attention from her solitary twin brother. He had done so much for her that she had wanted so badly to do something for him. It had been a mistake of two desperate and confused young children but Lynne denied that with her usual tenacity.

It did, however, amuse her that it was only now that people started to pick up on the fact that she wasn’t the girl they thought she was. Had she ever been that girl? No. Lynne sighed sadly, her eyes conflicted when the answer came to her instantly. No, she had never been the grinning, easily amused and popular girl that she pretended to be. That had been what she had aspired to be. After being bullied as a child, surrounding herself with friends had been a dream that Lynne would have killed to achieve. And, with Danny at her side as her best friend, and Kael continually looking on from the sidelines, it had been all too easy to forget that she had only been playing pretend and that she wasn’t stable enough to really be the girl that she wanted to be. That had been made all too clear when Danny had left and Kael had gotten a serious girlfriend. Lynne had been left alone, without either of her anchors, and it had nearly destroyed her. The pretences had more than doubled and she had been so close to just giving up when Danny had appeared again. He had saved her yet again and Lynne loved him more than ever for coming back to her when he didn’t need to.

For the first time all summer, Lynne was free of suspicious glances and probing questions. Kael was at Llanrhystud and, though it made her feel guilty and almost like she was betraying something, Lynne felt like throwing her arms out and spinning in a circle to celebrate her freedom. There was no longer a suspicious brother watching her to make sure that she was acting normally, no fears that Kael might be rifling through her room to get some clues about what was wrong with her and then accidentally stumble across her letters from Danny. Danny. Lynne sighed dreamily, feeling utterly contented. She had spent all day with him and, though it was getting late and she knew her parents would start to worry, she didn’t feel like going home. A droplet of rain fell on her nose and Lynne laughed, tilting her head back to expose her entire face to the moisture. Danny made her feel like she was real, like she wasn’t pretending or lying about anything. He made her feel like the sweet and guileless eleven year old girl she had been when she had first met him and like the blushing thirteen year old she had been when she had realised that she was truly head over heels for her unattainable best friend. He just made her feel. And the aftermath of that didn’t go away easily, not even after he had taken his leave of her and gone back home. Her head was still filled with him, her eyes still bright with the love she felt for him. Therefore, she was still wandering around Hogsmeade aimlessly and awaiting the coming storm. Normally, Lynne hated storms. They were too loud, too unpredictable, too much like the chaos inside her. But now, with the memory of Danny so close and the knowledge that she could apparate back to the safety of her home, Lynne was determined to at least try to brave the storm in all of its terrifying glory.

Was that...? Lynne tilted her head, taking a second, more curious glance. Most people scurried inside at the threat of a storm but she had still seen some people outside and she herself was outside so it didn’t strike her as odd that another person was still lingering outside. Slowly, Lynne changed her aimless wandering to approach the other girl. “You don’t look very well,” Lynne informed her tactlessly as she glanced at the younger girl, seamlessly slipping into the disguise that everyone knew so well but still believed was true. Only now it was less of a disguise and more of the truth. Because, with Danny around and promising to stay, Lynne really did feel like the happy, grinning girl she wanted to be. “I’m Lynne,” she introduced herself out of habit more than politeness but still offered a warm smile. Her friendliness was one thing that Lynne had never had to pretend about. But, just like everything else about her, it had been overused and exaggerated so often that Lynne occasionally found herself despising it. “You’re still in Hogwarts, right? I mean, you don’t look old enough to have graduated so I’m guessing that you’re still in Hogwarts. Then again, I don’t think I look old enough to be leaving Hogwarts soon but I’m entering my seventh year in September. It’s quite a scary thought.”

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

((sorry for taking forever in replying....and thanks, no I don't mind...ugh I swear I have writers block!!!!!))


Although most would characterize the demonic scene in which Rosaliz now stood as picteresque and breathtaking, she would remain indifferent and state how loud the thunder was. Really and truly. Since it was so bitterly cold outside, not to mention the cold rain falling atop Rosaliz's head, people tended to shy away from the harsh weather and stay inside and keep heated. The cold weather did, indeed bite Rosaliz, but she figured this was a good thing. It would keep her senses sharpened and alert, something Rosalilz always found to be a critical theme in her life. It was true, Rosaliz followed themes a bit too redundantly and her life was a bit too predictable at times but it was much better than being placed in an ambigious situation, one in which Rosaliz was foreign to. She had to be aware of what was around her at all times, no matter what. It was with this thought that Rosaliz was brought back to her reality, the wind blowing the frozen rain toward her face, which was exposed to the cold. Her scarf was wrapped around her neck and her hands thrusted within her cloak pockets, right hand holding onto her wand. One could never be too cautious. Rosaliz's own physiognomy was opposing of her garments in the sense that it was paler than snow. Her hair, hung loosely round her shoulders, was blonder than the sun. Normally such contrasting elements would be considered attractive but Rosaliz's face was one of intensity - there did hold a sense of beauty but it was sharpened by her cold gaze and strong eyes, deep-set and hard hazel metal. Her lips were a simple straight line, one in which might be upturned into the smallest of smirks if the situation provoked but nonetheless void of structure. Pacing a bit around the small hill, Rosaliz could feel her pendant round her neck press into her skin, the metal colder than her eyes. It seemed, however, to be pulsing a bit, almost as if it wanted to break free of Rosaliz's garments and stand defiantly in the harsh light of the world. Rosaliz would do no such thing, as she was under the assumption that people would kill for the precious necklace.

Rosaliz looked into the trees up ahead, stretching into some distant horizon. There was a whole world out there, away from Hogsmeade. A world that was even more distrusting and infected than the one in which she currently resided in. Leaving that depressing thought behind, Rosaliz turned her head at the sound of footsteps, calmly but with an alerted sense. Somebody was coming - but for what? Rosaliz could never be entirely certain, especially as of late. People's motives were never any good. Watching, Rosaliz saw a scarlet-cheeked girl, flushed from the weather air, looking up at the silvery sky. Rosaliz merely looked at her a second longer, then looking away, keeping the girl in her peripheral vision. One could never be entirely certain. Watching from the corner of her eye the girl had made her way towards to Rosaliz. Her voice rang in her ears. “You don’t look very well,” oh boy did this girl have nerve, to ask her if she was allright. Whagt was she thinking? It was incredible rude for somebody to spot you and say some comment like that. How would she feel like if she went up to her and said “you look obnoxiously happy” wouldn't she freak out?? Then on top of that she decided to introduce herself. “I’m Lynne....You’re still in Hogwarts, right? --” for a second Rosaliz heart skipped a beat. how did she now that? Rosaliz slipped her hand into her pocket grabbing a full grip of her wand....But the girl continued, allowing Rosaliz not to worry but was still alert and kept her intense gaze when she continued. “I mean, you don’t look old enough to have graduated so I’m guessing that you’re still in Hogwarts. Then again, I don’t think I look old enough to be leaving Hogwarts soon but I’m entering my seventh year in September. It’s quite a scary thought.” Rosaliz didn't say anything. Was this girl expecting some small talk? Or something? Rosaliz wasn't sure but not to be rude she answered a small but sharp “yes” in the question that she did attend hogwarts. A heavy downpour had started following with a loud clap of thunder. Rosaliz just stood there hoping that the girl would flee due to the horrible weather....