Absent-Minded Wandering... {Open}

[Roslyn Hale]

Rose wandered down the halls, running her fingers along the rough brick wall. It was a peaceful saturday afternoon, and Hogwarts seemed virtually empty. Rose had already been through most of the school and had not encountered a living soul. She had seen a few ghosts, though. But, of course, they weren't living so they didn't count.

Rose sighed and continued her walking until she came upon a door. Turning the brass knob, she found that this room was unlocked, as so many others had not been. Smiling to herself, Rose pushed open the door and looked inside.

The room was obviously a classroom, but looked as though it had never been used. There was an inch of dust on the old, wooden desks and the chalkboard was empty of any writing. Rose looked around for a moment, then walked over to a window. She turned the rusty lever holding the window shut and threw open the window. A cool breeze blew into the room, and the dust on the tables blew softly onto the floor.

Rose stuck her head out the window and looked at the grounds. The entire property was covered in green grass and trees. Even from this height, Rose still couldn't see any people, students or faculty. She was beginning to wonder if she was in the right building; if Hogwarts had moved locations and left this big, empty castle just sitting there.

She sat on the window ledge, and her long dark waves fluttered lightly in the breeze. Rose tucked a few strands behind her ear, then gazed out onto the horizon. Then she averted her eyes from the scorching sun and back to the grounds, hoping to spot some life in the stillness.

[Hunter Beaumont]

It was another quiet day at Hogwarts, perhaps one of the more boring he had experienced in quite some time. For the first day of the new term, the school didn't seem to have that rather revolting magical charm that usually captured the first few weeks of the term. The first years seemed more distant than usual, which would probably make them more interesting targets to harass on special occasions. But what really bothered him was a personal problem - one he never reveal to anyone but those closest to him: he was actually excited to be back in Hogwarts. And not for the fundamental purposes or torturing younger students, or causing as much mayhem and destruction as possible, but to learn. Over the course of the summer, the young teenager had realized that if he was to pursue a lifetime of death and pain, than he would need to learn as much as possible in the short amount of time he had left.

Hunter swiftly made his way through the castle, shoving aside random younger students when they proceeded to get in his way. He needed somewhere quiet to escape, so that he might practice spells from the rather dark book which resided in his schoolbag. He had discovered it back home in the manor's extensive library, and had been craving for ages to practice some of the perfectly sinister spells which looked so much fun.

All of the sudden, he caught sight of a door on the second floor he had never noticed before. Curious, he turned the brass knob and slowly walked inside. It seemed like any ordinary classroom, though it was covered in filth from floor to ceiling. Obviously, it had not been used in quite some time. Perfect. he thought to himself.

Hunter flipped through the pages of the book, searching for a specific incantation that had caught his eye just the night before...but then, the door to the room opened and a young female walked in. She too looked bored, but she found no trouble in opening the window and sticking her abnormally large head outside of it. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded coldly, glaring at her.

[Roslyn Hale]

Upon hearing a, rather rude, voice, Rose turned around to see a boy whom she had not noticed when she initally entered the room. He was quite good looking, but he was also glaring at Rose and speaking in a way Rose found rather offensive. She slipped down from the window ledge and walked over to the boy. When she stopped, there was about two feet between them.

"Standing in an appalingly filthy room looking at someone," She answered, flicking a waist-length strand of hair over her shoulder. "And apparently bothering that same someone by doing absolutely nothing other than being in the same room at that person." She rolled her eyes. She sounded like her sister, Allison, who always liked to give confusing and weird answers to completely normal questions. Then again, Allison had graduated with honors last year so maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

Rose tugged the sleves of her teal sweatshirt down as another breeze blew into the room. It was unnaturaly cold for September, she noticed vaguely. Oh well, at least she hadn't worn shorts or anything like that today. After half an hour of deliberation Rose had chosen a tight white halter top, dark-wash skinny jeans, black flats, and, of course, her favorite Teal Sweater.

[Hunter Beaumont]

He was lounging, previously unseen yet ever watchful in one of the plush armchairs situated at the edge of the room, pale green eyes carefully scrutinizing this unexpected visitor. Ellis is one of the more anti-social members of the Slytherin house, one whom doesn't go out of his way to do anything unless he's bored out of his mind. Meaning there's really no need to guess as to what his current mental state is.

Hunter believes himself to be indestructable, capable of things that some people couldn't even bear to dream of. He enjoys the satisfaction of breaking somebody's nerves into rubble and will quite happily pick at somebody's confidence before leaving them a self conscious wreck. The psychology of the human mind is so easy to understand and even easier to manipulate. Unlike other members of his house, Hunter always seems to have a plan for ever situation. Though if he is surprised by an unexpected visitor, he will act on impulse.

This girl, with her filthy robes which mocked every reason of Slytherin existence and the pathetic mind game she tried to pull on him, was clearly not welcomed in the room. He didn't give a d**n what reason she had for wandering the corridors and barging into rooms uninvited. They shared the same house, but by no means was this girl going to waltz around like she owned the place, even if it was the Slytherin way. It was apparently time for this little girl to learn who her superiors are, for she seemed to have not the slightest limb of intelligence. "I didn't ask for your life story, wretch." His gaze slid away from the Slytherin girl, returning to the armchair arm that he had his head rested on. He seemed almost bored as he picked at the random pieces of fluff attached to the upholstery. "But while we're on the matter, who gave you permission to just walk in here? You may have the crest of Salazar Slytherin emblazoned upon your robes, but that doesn't make you any better than the filthy mudblood Hufflepuffs. I'd advise you to watch yourself before something bad happens."

[Roslyn Hale]

Rose froze. She couldn't believe this freak was insulting her and her family, and he didn't even know who she was. He black eyes blazed with anger and annoyance, so far the only sign that she was angry.

She glared at him. "Oh, yes? And how smart are you to say that when you don't even know who I am? And I don't need to 'watch myself', why would I need to? I am every bit a Pure-Blood than you yourself are, and probably more. There is not a single half-blood anywhere in my family, let alone a mudblood," Rose paused for a moment, then responded to the first statement this pathetic excuse for a Slytherin. "And in what way did I respond with my life story? Pay attention."

Rose folded her arms across her chest, and continued to glare at the imbecile who was ruining a perfectly boring day. Make that ruined; it would take Roslyn hours to cool down after this.

Suddenly, Rose dashed over to the window and slammed it shut. The glass shook in it's frame, but thankfully didn't break. Then she walked rapidly back over to the boy, and continued her glaring. Once again, she wished that looks could kill. Then this boy would be dead and Rose could continue her wanderings about the castle.

((ooc: I'm not wearing robes if you noticed in the last post. I'm wearing Jeans, a sweatshirt, a halter top, and black flats))

[Hunter Beaumont]

He held no real resentment towards anybody within his house, believing that to start a conflict with any of the pureblood lines would only resonate back onto his parents. Plus, he knew the conniving, sly minds of the snakes in the dungeons, their thoughts were dark, tainted serpents just waiting for the right moment to strike out and inflict the most damage. He knows that most would enjoy the chance to become involved in a conflict and he's well aware that there are some better at him at hexing or cursing others. Hunter is bone idle, he'd much rather have a battle of words and wit before resorting to a duel, despite the fact that he's well adept at both.

A wry smile contorted his lips as the girl spoke, and it wasn't her clothes that amused him. He was already having a blast toying with her emotions, and he had hardly been putting any effort into it. What kind of Slytherin allowed herself to snap with such ease? Clearly this one kept to herself, for it seemed like even the Hufflepuffs would be able to infuriate her with the slightest bit of pressure.

The young girl then dashed over to the window and slammed it shut before rampaging back over to pelt him with her angered gaze. He blinked, not sure exactly how to respond for a moment, an eyebrow raising as he tilted his head a little to the side, a curious questioning shining within pale eyes. "Look at you, just a few simple words and your already having a little tantrum. Pathetic." He retorted with a breath of laughter, finally finding the statement amusing enough to laugh, obviously at her. Mostly by the Slytherins.. Easy targets always excite the younger snakes.

[Roslyn Hale]

Rose bit her lip for a moment to calm herself down. It was obvious to her now that this boy was just trying to wind her up, and unfortunately it had been working. Sometimes, Rose truly detested having the temper that she did. However, it did sometimes come in handy when she wanted something from her parents. She composed her expression carefully, then responded lightly,

"Is there a problem with closing a window then? Those hideous robes may be warm, but I only wear mine when it is absolutely nessecary. Obviously some people like to look awful." She shrugged absentmindedly/on purpose and unfolded her arms. She reached behind her back and released her long hair from it's tight pony tail. It was coming out anyway, and the problem with having long hair was when that happened, your hair immediately started to look like a mess.

She glanced at the book the boy was reading and glipmsed the cover when he turned a page. She started for a moment, then relaxed again. "What if someone was to discover you reading this? I highly doubt it's aloud. You might want to get a book-cover, or a professor might just wander in here and find you reading a forbidden book, and... ooh, I don't know... expel you, give you a detention, take away more house points than we've got... need I go on?"

Rose smiled slightly, fiddling with a dark-brown wave of hair.

[Roslyn Hale]

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