Sound Of Names Dropping [OPEN]

[Mikey Lynch]

[/i][/s] Mikey Lynch; a boy with a different sense of style who must constantly entertain himself or else he may go insane from the silence surrounding him, was sound asleep in his four-poster bed, entangled in the thin sheets as he tossed and turned, afterall it was nearly midnight, and even this hyperactive guy needed his sleep after a long day, and was having one of his odd little dreams again. It wasn't really that odd, like ones with colorful little rainbows or leprechauns bouncing around and breaking out in song, not that he had ever had one of those before...

No, his dream tonight was one he had been having for the past week, but it never would end. Basically, he was walking down a dark hallway, people he knew on the right, and people he had only seen randomly in school were on the left. At the end of the hallway, there was a large gray curtain closed shut. No matter how far he walked down, he couldn't reach that dang curtain, which meant he would never find out what was behind it, and that was just annoying in itself. Whenever he woke, he never really thought about it much, considering he could hardly ever remember his dreams in the first place. It didn't seem very important anyway. A long hallway with a drawn curtain? Nah, couldn't mean anything..

His peaceful sleep was disturbed when someone in the room began to cough and snore loudly, and Mikey, being a light sleeper, winced every time it happened. He finally sat upright in his bed, having a fight with his sheets to get them fully off, which luckily he won. He swiped his hair across his right eye before stretching his arms above his head. Well, he was awake now, and there was no way he was actually going to be able to get back to sleep now. One of the negatives of being Mikey Lynch. He rubbed his eyes with a soft yawn, fingering his lip piercings before finally standing to his feet.

He pulled a shirt over his head, then his blue robes to top it off. He had no idea where he planned to go this late at night, but figured it was the best time to explore the castle. It was something he always did when he couldn't sleep, or was just plain bored out of his skull. When exiting the dormitory, he made sure to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to anger anyone else in the room; plus, he didn't want to be followed. Right now, he prefered to be alone. Okay, so that was actually a lot of the time. He stuck his wand inside his robe pocket before climbing down the stairs.

He yawned again, this time covering his mouth with his hand politely, even though there was no one else around. Stupid manners were finally getting to him. Before he knew it, he had reached the entrance doors to the castle, and with a simple 'Oh well' sort of shrug, he pushed open the doors and walked outside. Oh, it was a rebellious move, leaving the castle after curfew to stroll around the grounds, but well worth a detention as long as Mikey wasn't just sitting around, waiting for morning to come.

He walked silently, and absentmindedly, not really paying attention to where it was he was going. He was drifting off to that little make believe land inside of his head, a place he visited often during classes. He was seventeen and still couldn't stop the persistant daydreaming from ruining his concentration. Before he knew it, he was in the forbidden forest, snapping a twig lying on the ground in half with his foot. Snap. Mikey looked down at his feet and winced, hoping no one, and nothing had heard that. Being alone, and at this time of night, wasn't exactly a wise choice.

Doubting the fact that anything was going to choose him for a late night snack, Mikey found himself a spot underneath a tall willow tree to sit. He pulled out his wand, just in case, and began to twirl it around between his fingers, one of his many habits. It was then that he heard the faint sound of footsteps drawing closer, and he scanned the area, thinking he was just paranoid.
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[Daniel 'Tiger' Thomas]

There were somethings that came with depression. The inability to fall asleep. Staying up all night, or waking up to some gory scene in ones dream. It wasn't something that anyone liked. And something that could certainly be a pain. One could go crazy. Or just drop dead of sleep deprevasion. That was if they didn't do something incredibly reckless first. Reckless being a rather loose term. After all, there were many things that could be done that would be considered reckless. It's not a hard thing to accomplish. Really not at all.

One paticular Slythering could certianly be classified as reckless. Sporting bruises from his lated fight, cuts, scrapes, the whole lot. Not to mention the scars adorning his wrists. Though he refused to mention anything about them. It didn't make them disappear. They were still there. Though they had begun to fade. If only they would disappear completly. He wasn't proud of who he was, but he couldn't change it either, it was just the way life was.

A silver blade soared through the air and two brown eyes shot open. Someone shot upright in bed grasping for air. He was used to this, but it didn't make the sight of silver death any more pleasant. The scent of dried blood. Panting a hand ran itself through a forest of unkempt black hair. His skin was even paler then usual. He gasped for air. There was no point in trying to fall back asleep now, it wasn't going to happen, not in a million years. It wasn't the first time he had the dream, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.

Daniel Tiger Thomas got out of bed and slid on his usual appearal. Black pants, shirt, and hoody. A silver skull hang around his neck, but he hadn't put it on, he never took it ff. Though few ever saw it because he usually tucked it underneath his shirt. Running a hand through his hair again he slid on his black converse and slipped ot of the common room. Careful not to wake anyone up. Even if he didn't really care about getting into trouble, it wasn't like he wanted to get into it.

The seventh year had become a pro as escaping to confines of the castle, and soon enough he was outside. It wasn't really hard, as long as you knew the easiest way i nand out of the castle and such. The secret passagways. Anything helped. Including teachers habits. Tiger knew it all. After all, he had nothing better to do with his time, so, what else should he do? It wasn't like there was much to do when you didn't have a friend.

But Tiger wasn't goot at making friends. To most people he was just 'that freak' the one that no one cared about. The one that everyone wished would just curl up and die. The one that people loved to tease and torment. The one that never seemed to care. The one that felt like he would explode from all the little jeers. The ont that wished it would all just end. That wished he could just will it all away. But he couldn't. It was impossible. He just couldn't do it.

Though Tiger certainly dressed goth, he didn't fully act it. personality wise he was more emo then he was goth. But the gothic style seemed to fit him. Besides, he liked black. Not that he went all the way. He didn't wear havy eyemake up or any of that. Of cousrse, his skin was naturally pale so he didn't need any of that sort. Tiger had deep shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep and a slightly gaunt look to him that came from never seeming to have a cheeful look upon his face. His eye having a half dead look in them.

Having no other ideas Tiger stepped through the tree line of the forbidden forest. The word forbidden really didn't mean anything to him. he liked it in there. And after walking through the trees for fifteen minutes he called out to the thestrals seeing if one would come. One usually did. Pulling out a sugar cube from his pocket. He wasn't sure if they really liked them, but horses did. Tiger loved horses. Ten miutes later a slender black frame appeared through the trees and came foward to nibble on the cubes in the Beaters hand. Tiger felt perfectly at home among the trees.

[Mikey Lynch]

[/i], but more along the lines of almost becoming nightmare.

Okay, there was the noise again. Mikey lifted his head, flicking his hair out of his one visible eye. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand, then standing to his feet. Maybe he was, in fact, paranoid. It wouldn't be the first time. Even when he was younger, Mikey would hear noises in his bedroom and stay awake for hours until he finally realized it was only his fan on his ceiling. He dusted off his black pants and began to, as quietly as the Lynch boy could manage, creep around the forest.

He heard the faint sound of a voice a little up ahead, a male voice. He snuck behind trees, making his way towards the distant figure. Part of him, wanted to just turn around and walk back inside. After all, this was the forbidden forest. Then there was the slightly louder voice in his head, the one called curiosity, that pushed him on, giving him the friendly nudge in the side to keep him going. Okay, so Mikey wasn't exactly the boldest of the bunch, which is why he was in Ravenclaw, but he liked to explore, and see what was out there. He lived for an adrenaline rush.

He saw the silhouette of the speaker only a few yards away from him now, as Mikey hid behind the nearest tree. The boy looked harmless enough, in fact, he looked like someone Mikey would hang out with. The emo/gothic look to him, as Mikey himself had. He was holding sugar cubes in his hand, offering them to something Mikey couldn't see. Either the guy was playing with his imaginary friend, or it was thestral. Mikey raised a brow and stepped out from behind the tree, finally moving out to face the boy.

Mikey cleared his throat with a soft cough before speaking. "Uh, what're you doing?" He asked, swiping his hair across his face. He folded his arms across his chest as he waited for an answer, now standing right next to the guy.
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[naidayeni]

Eyes danced upon the many wooden frames, as the 7th year whisked her way down the staircase, and back into the main hall. All the students of Gryffindor and the other Houses were to be in bed and not leave school grounds, which was exactly opposite of what she was planning on doing. It wasn't like she was a Slytherin and intentionally trying to break the rules; but she was bored, and sleeping didn't seem right at the moment. After all, her dreams had been filled with snakes lately; but thats just it, her dreams. Naida hadn't spoke parselmouth since she left her home two months back to head out for the train. She longed to speak with her scaly little friends, and so as the heavy door heaved open, the pathway to the Forbidden Forest was clearly open.

The night was as silent as it was black, the forest with a mist of tinted blue about it. A bright white moon shown overhead, illuminating all aruond her, and patches where the trees broke in the forest. Listening for voices or footseps before she exited, Naida continued on her way, down the cobbled path. No twigs or leaves crunched under her feet, as she had learned many ways to avoid it over the years. Sneaking out of Hogwarts wasn't the hardest thing to do, afterall; just a manner of getting past the dormatories, and the paintings without awakening anyone inside. She tiptoed down the last stone steps, where the pathway turned to dirt and grass, leading through tall grasses until she was within the treeline. Walking fast, the cloaked Gryffindor girl slipped cooly into the wood.

Naida walked briskly, looking under logs and the occasional turned over tree for any sign of reptilian life. One after another, all turned up empty, until she came to a big tree with long roots that stretched far above her head. They were teaming with bug life, and as so, an ebony black snack with golden eyes slithered out of one of the deeper holes. It hissed at her, rearing back as if to strike but paused briefly to study the human. Opening her lips slightly and narrowing her eyes, a smooth hissing dialect came from her throat, and traveled to the inner ear of the black racer. With the speaking, came an imidiate reaction, as it uncoiled itself, and closed its mouth. The girl walked up to it, her new robe flowing in the calm wind, and covering her feet as she went; it looked like she wasn't walking, but merely floating across the leafen ground.

Reaching out a hand and caressing the cold, shining scales, she finally sighed and began to look around her. Many fables and tall tales originated from the Forbidden Forest, most, definetly around Hogwarts, probably true. They spoke of vicious beings that came hunting in the night, some close to human, others being magical creatures the likes of which live nowhere else on the planet. A chuckle came as the snake spoke back to her, speaking of a life with no light, and a life without humans coming into the presence. It spoke calmly of how it was alone in the world, and liked it very much. But while the male snake was transferring its message, a loud crack reached her ear not from him, but from another source some ways off. In a dark, empty forest at night, the smallest thing could be echoed a thousand times more, just as in this case. Saying her farwells to the snake with a sweet pat on the head, the cold parseltongue continued on her way, through the forest, to the source of the sound.

With observations, one, and then two guys appeared in the forest. It didn't seem like they knew each other; for one was asking what the other was up to and it didn't seem friendly enough. By their color symbols and that of which was on their robes, they were from two different houses; neither of which was a Gryffindor. They looked old, maybe even old enough to be 7th year, but she didn't recognize them. Creeping into the dark, she hunkered down in the bristly shrub around her before finally exposing herself to them a few minutes later. Her first words came out in parseltongue, since she had forgotten to talk in regular speech again, but quickly Naida corrected herself.

A Slytherin, I would suspect to be in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night, but a Ravenclaw? I don't recognize the likes of either one of you; what are you doing here?

She quirked an eyebrow, standing up tall now, but keeping her distance from the pair. Five feet or so seperated them, just enough to where, if it was needed, she could spring away, back to the safety of Hogwarts Castle. That would probably not be necessary, but if two guys where meeting in the middle of the night in the Forbidden Forest which was clearly out of their range, what more could they be capable of? Naida really didn't want to find out.

[Daniel 'Tiger' Thomas]

Tiger watched as the thestrals ears percked up. The sight made Tiger scan his surroundings and he heard footsteps. His hand flew to his pocket. After all, who would be out in the middle of the night in the forbidden forest. Most people didn't come here, maybe that was why he liked it so much. After all, people were always extremely rude to him. It wasn't like he had any real friends. No one cared about pathetic Daniel Thomas.

People knew him, but they knew him as his fathers son, which was worse then not knowing him at all. Robert Thomas, Head Auror of the minitsty of magic. No matter what he did he was in the paper. Never far from the story. Tiger couldn't stand it. Maybe that was why he had adopted Tiger as his name. After all, he couldn't stand the rest of his family. Always a pain. At least he didn't have any siblings. That would be unbearable. Or maybe not. Maybe Robert would ignore him then, but really, he already did. Unless he had something to complain about.

Tiger's brow raised as someone stepped out of the trees. He knew he had seen him before. But he couldn't remember when or where. After all, he didn't think he had ever said anything to him, and there was no reason for him to know who he was. He didn't know who most people were. But if they wanted some respect the n they needed to give him some, and nobody ever did. So if nobody bothered to say hello, why should he bother with names? Hell, he probably had never heard it, affter all, it wasn't like anybody ever intoduced themselves to him. If they said anything ti was just a snide remark.

"Thestral,"

With the word Tiger motioned to the creature infront of him. He didn't know if he could see them or not. He must look weird if he couldn't. Feedin sugar to the air. But Tiger didn't care. Well, he did, but he told himself he didn't/ He had put down so many times that he had to try to teach himself not to flinch, not to care, not to give them the satisfaction of knwing how much it hurt. But of course, it really had been an innoscent enough question. Tiger just saw the worst in anything.

"I could ast you the same question. It is the forbidden forest after all." Said Tiger. His voice wasn't quitre what he would call mean, but there was a harsh slightly threghtening ring to it. With Tiger, there always was. As the winged horse infront of him finished the sugar he reached into his pocket and pulle out a couple more to feed him. Thestrals were amazing, they reminded him of the thoroughbred stallion waiting his return from school.

Tiger looked up as he heard another voice. This one belonging to a girl who appeared to be about his own age. He didn't remember her name either, though he recognized that she was a Gyffindor. "Well, Ms.Gyffindor, I see someone enjoys sterio typing people. But after all, you lot to like to get on peoples nerves,"

[Mikey Lynch]

[/i] a thestral, and not a guy playing with invisible people that he created in his head. He couldn't see the animal, which could be a positive and negative thing. Positive? Well, that meant that Mikey hadn't seen anyone die, even though if he would've walked into his mother's bedroom a few minutes before he did, he'd probably be able to see the winged horses that were - supposedly - before him now. Negative? Mikey had always wanted to know what they actually looked like instead of having to make up pictures in his head. It just didn't seem fair. Yeah, he had odd little ways of thinking.

Ah, so this guy was a Slytherin, that much was apparent through his tone. Not that Mikey's had been much friendlier, but it was midnight, and he wasn't in a smiley-happy mood at the moment. Everyone always judged you based on your house. It had happened a lot more than once that when people discovered Mikey was in Ravenclaw, they assumed he was a bookworm and too smart for his own good. As if. In fact, he was much the opposite. Okay, so he was smart, but as far as 'bookworm' went, well, let's just say Mikey hadn't gone past the cover of a book in quite some time.

Mikey nodded his head in acknowledgement, acting as if it was perfectly normal. He couldn't exactly come up with an exciting reason to be out so late in the forest, which meant he was forced to just tell the truth, as boring and honest as it was. "I couldn't sleep." He said rather simply. "And I haven't died yet, so I don't really get why it's that forbidden at all." He shrugged his shoulders as he peered up through the treetops.

He then turned on his heel at the sound of another voice, a female's this time. He raised a brow as he looked her over. Here stood a Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw who didn't have a clue who the others were. All they needed was a Hufflepuff and this could get pretty ugly. "And why is it that surprising for a Ravenclaw to be out here?" Geez, they weren't all pansies.

True enough, Mikey didn't especially like being out here this late, especially with his new found company, but that didn't mean he was scared of everything. He could already see this girl's personality outshine her appearance altogether. She spoke her mind, which also could be a good and bad thing.
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[Daniel 'Tiger' Thomas]

I couldn't sleep. And I haven't died yet, so I don't really get why it's that forbidden at all.

"Me niether," said Tiger figuring that it was better to leave out the part about the nightmares. After all, he wasn't about to tell some stranger, he had never told anyone before, why start now? Most people figured he was sleep deprived, he had dark shadows under his eyes. It was true, and most of the things people said about him were, but that didn't make him any happier about it. After all, knowing people were talking about you wasn't really fun.

"It's not really that dangerous," shrugged Tiger, "I come here all the time, still breathing." unfortunately. Tiger had had problem sleeping for years,he had made his first midnight trip to the forest in his second year at hogwarts, and his first trip past the treeling in his first. Having really no regard for his own life Tiger had no problem going places that were 'dangerous' after all, they didn't seem so bad. He did after all, always have his knife in addition to his wand, though the only skin they had ever cut was on his wrists.

After all, Tiger wasn't really violent. People just thought he was because he was quite suspicious and ofter reached for a wand, but it wasn't because he actually liked fighting. He didn't. He was just rather paranoid. People thought he was sadistic, almost satanic, because he liked blood, but it wasn't others blood he liked, but his own. He didn't know why, but he liked it. He was weird, strange, freaky, there was nothing he would deny in that. he was a complete outcast.

Tiger stroked the neck of the black horse in front of him. He had ben able to see him his entire time at hogwarts. His father was an auror, and he had tagged along once or twice, and once, someone had ended up getting killed in a duel between his father and the person he was trying to arrest. It wasn't an experiance that he ever wanted to repeat. really. It had freaked him out and he still had nightmres about the flash of green light.

[naidayeni]

Both guys that stood in front of her seemed confident enough, one guy feeding tiny sugar cubes to what he called a thestral. Naida knew about them, but didn't really care for their kind all that much; in all essence, warm-blooded animals weren't always her 'thing'. Looking up at the Slytherin's harsh words, she scowled and crossed her arms in front of her. Why she was here in the first place wasn't the question, nor was the fact that her 'type' did whatever 'they' did. A grin came on her face, all the same, though, and she simply shook her head in the male's direction.

Pity you, stranger. My kind may get annoying, but at least we have more brains than sneaky little tricks. But, of course, I'm not trying to be here to cause trouble with you two; nor to through the insult card all around. I simply came out to speak with my brethern, not that either of you would understand that.

She cocked an eye at them, before closing her robe tighter around her to keep out the chill of the wind. So much for making friends...oh well, these two aren't the type to befriend a Gryffindor that had a devilish heart and a mind as quick as a light, and half the spark of it. Walking past the black-haired Ravenclaw boy, she hauled herself up onto one of the lower hanging roots, and sat with her legs dangling to one side. The smell of old, moist cedar filled her nostrils, but she did not stir from her place. It seemed that neither the three of them had anything better to do than to sit around and talk with other complete strangers, who also had nothing better to do. Naida, at best, didn't have the time to do nothing. She had a sudden interest to want to talk...really talk, like she used to before her father began on his magical-outcry spree.

I say this because I've known alot of people that lived within your housing; they were usually kinda slow. Not in a bad way, mind you; just more of the type to follow the guidelines and stay indoors after dark. Still, like my dear Slytherin friend over there said, I'm not here to judge, and shouldn't be 'stereotyping', or whatever.

The girl shrugged, flicking her hair to fall down the front of her robe, and kicking her shoes quietly upon the long root branch. She was bored, and if they didn't start talking she was about to go over and shake one of them to. Used to her friends talking loudly and usually all at once, the silence of sitting alone with two other guys in the woods was a bit unsettling, and...quite boring.

By the way..

Naida looked with full eyes on the Slytherin who was yet to reveal his name, as well as the other.

My name's Naida, Mr. Slythering. She smiled and rolled her eyes off into the distant trees, where nothing moved for her to see. An inner sigh let all of the oxygen out of her lungs, relaxing her as she looked over to the Ravenclaw. Is he mute?

OOC: Gawd, that sux...

[Mikey Lynch]

[/i] so late, or because his caffiene level was down, but he wasn't his hyperactive self. The part of him that usually enjoyed the random talks with strangers in a dark forest. The outgoing trait in his personality had yet to come through this year, or at least not as much, considering he had started a conversation with a Slytherin only a few moments ago. He was always a talkative person, doing weird things that others wouldn't do unless they were paid. Tonight, however, he didn't intend to let that side of him slip out, not in front of these two.

Why was he trying to impress them? He didn't even know them, or even their names, well the guy's name anyway. He had always had a subtle fear of not being accepted, no matter who he was with. It was just a constant battle with himself to want to be liked, even if it wasn't himself, which is why he usually tried to find out what the others were about before he let the real Mikey Lynch out. It wasn't something he was neccesarily proud of, to say the least, but he couldn't break the aged habit that had now become a part of who he was.

Mikey shuffled his feet after the hearing the girl's name. He had turned his gaze from her, back to the treetops, leaning himself back comfortably against the large tree once more. "Mikey." He returned the introduction, quickly, not sure if anyone had even heard him. He hated his real name. Michael.. It just, didn't suit him at all, and much prefered shortening it. What were his parents thinking?

Yeah, most Ravenclaws were too busy studying and getting a good night's rest so they could begin the next day bright and early. These were the reasons why Mikey wondered how he had gotten into such a house anyway. "Well then, I guess I'm not like the rest of them." He said with a slight shrug. That was a pretty obvious statement, but he felt it just had to be said. His appearance was enough to make you believe that. Side swept hair, black clothes, piercings - It just wasn't what all the cool Ravenclaws were wearing.
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[Daniel 'Tiger' Thomas]

Tier cocked his head to the side n a mock interested kind of way. But the look on his face showed just how fake it really was. He had better things to do then listen to her ramble, actually he didn't. Which was why he was out here in the first place. After all, if he had 'important' things then he wouldn't be out at midnight feeding sugar cubes to some magical creature. But of course, he didn't. And the magical creatures were the only friends he had, well, apart from his owl that was, because she was amazing. At home he had Dose and Bingo. But the stupid rules wouldn't let him bring him, and he loathed that fact, he missed them terribly, more then anything. Bingo was his friend for better or for worse and came with him anywhere he wanted to go. He saw Dose ever day and riding gave him an escape from the chaos of his mind. He had to concentrate on so many things that there was no room for anything else. The swirl of despair.

But once dismounting despair hit him like a wave. Thought flooded through his brain. Bogging him down and pulling him underneath the surface. Stopping him from functioning. There was no escape. After all, it's impossible to run from yourself, because where ever you are it is too. Making escape down right impossible. Tiger had tried. He tried what had seemed like everything, every choice he made he made to try and feel better. To throw off the never ending heach ach, but he just failed and failed again, there was no escape. None at all.

His father had tried medication, but Tiger had refused to take it. He absolutely loathed the idea. It seemed to him to was like trying to chemically control the way his brain functioned, and that just seemed fucked to him. And besides, anti-depressants raised the chances for a suicide attempt, and Tiger didn't need that.

Pale finger ran through a forest of spiky black hair. It was a habbit that he had. He didn't know why, or where it came from, but he did it all the time. Then they returned to running through the black hair on the horse-like-creatures neck. Stroking it. The large black head rubbed against his arm. That's what he loved about animals. They didn't care what you wore, it didn't matter what you looked like. It didn't matter how you appeared. They could see though to your sole. And they loved you for who you were. Respect them and they would respect you. Unconditional love. Animals were the only one that really understood it. Say the wrong thing and any person gets mad, give them time and an animal will always come back. As long as you give them the respect they deserve.

"Daniel," said Tiger looking at the Gryffindor. She was really starting to get on his nerves. But that didn't say much, most people did. He was exactly socail. But he had thought that he might have a humane conversation with the Ravenclaw, at least before she showed up. Well, no use crying over spilt milk he supposed. She was here now and he would just put up with that. But she was the exact deffinition of the people that bothered him the most. How ever snide his remarks might be, hearing made him feel even worse with each comment. He doubted anyone else in the castle had to put up with as much as he did.

[naidayeni]

That's for certain.

Naida spoke as her eyes fell back down onto her lap, looking up to the moon that was now high and full. It was a sign of bad fortune, to be in deep, troublesome places when a full moon was out; plently of magical or nonmagical creatures were up and about. She nodded her head slowly, feeling quite bored, and looked toward the Slytherin. He seemed annoyed with her, if not disgusted, and a scowl wanted to come but did not reer. There is no reason to be angry with one, if they show sensual desceny towards you. The sayings of her 'understandable father wrung in her head, Naida having to jump down from the tree root just to clear them from her head.

Shuffling the dusty floor with her feet, the Gryffindor girl felt completely out of place, and a bit uncomfortable with her position. She sat between the two guys, boredly twirling a collection of pine needles in her hand, and closing her eyes to rest her head back on the trunks of the many small trees.

Either one of you have anything better to do? Frankly I'm bored out of my mind and the rest of Hogwarts won't wake up for quite a few hours. I could always call my slithery friends out to play...

Naida raised her eyebrows, slapping a hand on her thighs and letting out a bowl of laughter in her mind; yet only a sweet chuckle escaped her lips for anyone else to hear. How many people were coming out to the forest, tonight? First, it had only been her; but now two others were there, and many other, unknown, presences had to be around somewhere as well. She let out a smile and a quite 'umph' when she thought about Jude. Now that was a Slytherin she could actually get along with, even if he acted like an inconsiderate jerk at times. All in all, the boy was cute, and very flirty; all she liked in a few-day-fling.

That was the only types of relationship she had; date'em, kiss'em, hold their hands, but don't go into the whole 'love' thing, and not have any other physical relations with them. Naida just wasn't the type to go head over heals over some guy that she had just met, even if it was her perfect type.

But off the subject of love and relationships in her mind, were the two guys standing in front of here. They seemed equally bored and out of place; after all, their personalities didn't seem like the type to always be hanging around each other. An animal loving-Slytherin, a kind, yet proud Ravenclaw, and a Gryffindor who would rather play with snakes than hang out with boys in the middle of the night; not common among most females. Rolling her eyes up and letting them fall back down gently, the silence, combined with the slight hint of morning breaking, was beginning to be unbearable. Somebody....same something!

[Mikey Lynch]

[/i] feel out of place, but was too proud to show any obvious signs. He just swiped his hair across his face and kicked the ground with his foot, acting like nothing was wrong and, acting completely un-Mikey-like. It wasn't like they were going to know how he usually acted around people, they barely knew him at all, which right now was a good thing. No, the real Mikey talked way too much and bounced off the walls, but those times weren't usually around a Slytherin [Gah, the snakes again] and a very loud Gryffindor. He felt like if the real Mikey came out, he would labeled as a mentally insane person.

Even though he did have a few ideas up his sleeve, he doubted the would consider it fun, since his ways of entertaining himself were a bit odd. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to the side, just staring at the few shrubs and other plants. Never had nature seemed so interesting before, but when he was trying to think of an 'appropriate' idea, he needed something to amuse him, no matter how un-mobile and boring it really was. This is why Mikey wasn't a hippie; he didn't appreciate outdoor .. things.

"I got nothin', but I'm sure you could think of something." With that, Mikey rolled his eyes. "Pshh, like that's really a way to scare us.." Lie Lie Lie.



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