King's Solitude (Open)

[isis leyla fareed]

Isis lay in bed, her breathing steady as she waited in the dark, the few whispers of fellow Ravenclaws died off one by one. She waited, holding her breath to ensure each was sound asleep. It probably wasn't necessary, her logical mind reasoned. She highly doubted any of them would care if she were to sneak out past curfew, but Isis had never been a rebel. She cried when caught trying to steal cookies growing up. She was the absolute antonym of sneaky.

But this was worth it. Her heart thudded thunderously in her chest as she reached beneath the cool side of her pillow, clutching her sketchpad, pencils stocked in the spiral ring. She moved slowly, balancing her weight as she moved across the room, sliding her boots on and whisking into the common room. Three Ravenclaws huddled by the fireplace, whispering sleepily to each other, while one other read avidly in the corner. She was invisible to them; not because of magic, but because Isis simply didn't exist to other people. That may be an exaggeration, she recognized, but it certainly didn't seem so when she walked casually from the common room, finding herself in a surprisingly dark corridor, the quiet snores of portraits humming against the stone walls.

On she went, forgetting about any past anxieties she may have had as she scrambled up the stairs, familiar beneath her feet. The icy air hit her with a stinging force, but the flashing colors in the sky made the cold irrelevant. She regretted the lack of a coat, but at least she had remembered to stay clothes, her long sleeves more resilient than any T-shirt would have been. She trembled slightly, eyes on the sky as the meteors descended, spitting from the stars, glittering occasional colors as they flew to an unseen destination.

The King's Shower She scrawled across the top of her sketchpad, leaning up against the thin railing as she craned her neck back. This was, according to her professor, the King of all showers. Colored meteors, gliding with increasing number in a dark sky, stars vibrating in light, as if they could feel the energy as well. It was worthy of a King, Isis agreed as her pencil glided against the paper, and she regretted the lack of colors she had present the magical rainbow that glistened in the dark sky. She wondered who all might be awake at this hour on a Monday night, or who might care enough to look. Who even knew?

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[samantha elisabeth morgan]

Samantha was quite distressed, as she often was when Johanna wasn't nearby, but now it felt more so than usual. The nightmares were plaguing her again, dreams of the things the horrible men her father knew would do to her... It was bad enough to have experienced it at all, why couldn't her mind keep them out of her dreams? It was haunting, and it made Sam hate the very idea of going to bed. Her already fragile mental state was stressed even further, and she feared she was going to reach a breaking point, hence why she was out wandering in the middle of the night, risking trouble, in search for her sister. Johanna always knew what to do, and even if she didn't, the presence of her elder sister was soothing.

Sam didn't feel herself at all when she was alone. Yes, she was quite dependent on her big sister, hence why it was so imperative that she find her. Samantha had already looked in all the usual places without any success, and was beginning to fear that Johanna might actually be asleep, instead of breaking curfew as she normally might, Nights like these Sam might instead curl up on the floor outside the Slytherin dormitories, hoping to catch Johanna sneaking up, but she was too frantic to be still, so instead her search was directing her to more unexpected places.

Floor by floor Samantha had combed each nook and cranny, growing more anxious with each passing room, her heart leaping whenever she glimpsed something that looked like silvery blonde hair, and promptly falling again when it turned out to be the tassel of a tapestry, bleached white by sunbeams, or the fleeting wisp of a ghost in motion. As Sam climbed the stairs to the Astronomy tower, teeth beginning to chatter as she got closer and closer to the cold January air, she could feel her Charm pulsating. It often did get out of control, particularly when she was as stressed as she was now.

Samantha didn't bother to attempt to control it, both because she was too anxious to have any chance at reigning it in, and she was confident that this room would also turn up empty as she pushed the door open- not taking any care to be particularly quiet. Hence her surprise when she noticed a figure, feminine thankfully, observing a meteor shower that Sam might normally be in awe of is she weren't so scared. Her heart pounded keenly in her throat, Samantha wished she could simply turn and leave, though she had most definitely been heard, unless the girl was completely deaf.

[isis leyla fareed]

Isis ignored as the cold nipped bitterly at her knuckles, her pens light in her lithe fingers as she sketched rapidly. She hadn't gotten around to drawing anything recently; her mind had been lodged in some form of blank purgatory as she tried to process everything. Still, the glimmering meteors flashed colors hidden in rays of light somewhere in the night sky, crashing against whatever bubble had trapped her muse.

Goosebumps leaped across Isis's olive skin as she heard the sound of a gasp, slamming her sketchbook shut as she spun around. She froze, heart catching in her throat, probably stopped by the lump she felt forming when faced with people. She inhaled deeply, although her body showed no sign of it, every part of her stiff as she hugged her sketchbook protectively to her chest. While she had always thought that as she grew older, people would leave her alone. Maybe puberty developed mercy as well as raging hormones. Many Slytherins, however, had made it quite clear throughout the term that just because adult hood was racing towards them, their childish cruelty wasn't waning.

Isis was quick to survey the girl, eyes glowing with a slight hint of auburn red flickered up and down rapidly. Small. Mousy. Tense. Isis remained as still as a statue. Where had she seen that face before? She looked familiar enough to trigger Isis' need to hug her sketchbook closer. Maybe a Slytherin? No. She swallowed, allowing herself to exhale silently. Was she expected to speak to the young girl? Isis certainly had nothing to say, nor did she want to make pleasant chatter. Once again she surveyed the girl quickly, determining what threat she could hold.

Physically, the girl was as minimal as any young student, but she looked so tense, a malicious breeze might carry her straight off the astronomy tower. Was she...afraid? Isis paused, before deciding to speak. "It's late," her attempt at a grown up voice was meek, and came out in her usual, soft spoken melody. It was a statement, hopefully enough to exert that the young girl shouldn't go play snitch. Isis wasn't sure she could bear the thought of detention, or the people she'd have to face there. Being locked in a room with her avid tormentors? No thank-you. Still, despite the tension she felt radiating off of the young girl, she looked about as far from dangerous as anyone who could have stumbled across Isis in her solitude.

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[samantha elisabeth morgan]

Samantha almost wanted to cry, this evening it seemed was taking every possible wrong turn- first the horrendous nightmares, then not being able to find Johanna although she had looked everywhere, and now this- happening across a stranger. Sam didn't like being alone with people she didn't know very well, and at this point all she could do was be thankful that she had come across another girl, she didn't like men at all, not even the boys in her year or below- any sort of masculine presence was highly intimidating, all they ever wanted to do was hurt her. Use her for their own pleasure, regardless of how she begged them to stop...

Sam tried to shove the thoughts away, the memories were plaguing her dreams more and more frequently these days, she didn't need them to be dominating her present thoughts, too. What she really needed, was Johanna. Her sister would be able to take her in her arms, smooth her hair and soothe her rampaging mind. Samantha would take in Johanna's unique smell, nestle their forms together until she was lulled back to sleep, or at the very least into a restful doze. Johanna couldn't protect her from the dreams, only make her feel better after they had occurred.

Samantha stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as the older girl surveyed her. She in turn made her own observations, they were quick, only large details that she didn't need to look carefully for. The first, was that the girl was strikingly beautiful- flowing dark hair, rich olive skin and stunning features. The second was that she had a very non-threatening air about her, which might have made Sam capable of relaxing if she hadn't gotten herself so wound up in the first place. She swallowed forcefully.

"It's late,"

The stranger observed, her voice was quiet and melodic in nature, though the words still made Samantha's heart leap into her throat- it would be just her luck to have run directly into a prefect. Sam didn't handle being in trouble terribly well, it made her go to pieces. Usually when she broke curfew she was with her sister- Johanna would either sweet talk or threaten her way out of it, but now Sam was very much alone. She nodded feebly, trying to stop shaking from the cold. "I-I know," said Sam in an even weaker, quieter tone, she just hoped she wasn't in trouble.

[samantha elisabeth morgan]

Samantha almost wanted to cry, this evening it seemed was taking every possible wrong turn- first the horrendous nightmares, then not being able to find Johanna although she had looked everywhere, and now this- happening across a stranger. Sam didn't like being alone with people she didn't know very well, and at this point all she could do was be thankful that she had come across another girl, she didn't like men at all, not even the boys in her year or below- any sort of masculine presence was highly intimidating, all they ever wanted to do was hurt her. Use her for their own pleasure, regardless of how she begged them to stop...

Sam tried to shove the thoughts away, the memories were plaguing her dreams more and more frequently these days, she didn't need them to be dominating her present thoughts, too. What she really needed, was Johanna. Her sister would be able to take her in her arms, smooth her hair and soothe her rampaging mind. Samantha would take in Johanna's unique smell, nestle their forms together until she was lulled back to sleep, or at the very least into a restful doze. Johanna couldn't protect her from the dreams, only make her feel better after they had occurred.

Samantha stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as the older girl surveyed her. She in turn made her own observations, they were quick, only large details that she didn't need to look carefully for. The first, was that the girl was strikingly beautiful- flowing dark hair, rich olive skin and stunning features. The second was that she had a very non-threatening air about her, which might have made Sam capable of relaxing if she hadn't gotten herself so wound up in the first place. She swallowed forcefully.

"It's late,"

The stranger observed, her voice was quiet and melodic in nature, though the words still made Samantha's heart leap into her throat- it would be just her luck to have run directly into a prefect. Sam didn't handle being in trouble terribly well, it made her go to pieces. Usually when she broke curfew she was with her sister- Johanna would either sweet talk or threaten her way out of it, but now Sam was very much alone. She nodded feebly, trying to stop shaking from the cold. "I-I know," said Sam in an even weaker, quieter tone, she just hoped she wasn't in trouble.