Post by Roan on Feb 24, 2006 0:05:51 GMT -5
OOC: I have permission for this thread from Professor Hawkins ^_^
For once the halls of Hogwarts weren’t bustling, most everyone was at lunch. A good thing for one who wanted to pass undetected for a while, one like Roan. She was too afraid to let anyone see the burden that was carefully perched on her arm, it could raise a panic in some people, and a dangerous curiosity in others. A gleaming dragon made fully of the metals copper and gold, with fire for blood, a beauty in the light of the sun that was shining through the windows. Normally a creature of this making should never exist, but Roan had lost control of her magic, and when that happened, Aiden was the result “Keep quiet” the young girl hissed at him as she was swiftly striding through the halls, hazel eyes darting from side to side, looking for anyone who might see her. This was a dangerous journey, and Aiden wasn’t exactly easy to carry. He was light in weight, but was a troublemaker who loved to croon and croak and growl, letting smoke out of his nostrils or more commonly, jets of fire at Roan. The Hufflepuff girl rounded a corner and headed up some stairs, keeping her left arm which held the dragon still.
They were off to see a teacher, one Roan didn’t exactly like, but itw as needed. Aiden was getting harder and harder to hide. She tried to keep him in the Common Room, but he often escaped. If he wanted to follow her, he needed to be concealed, and the only teacher that could show her how to do that was the Charms teacher, Anil Hawkins. The two didn’t get along that well in the least, Roan had played a prank in the first class that landed her and a couple of other students detention. She was hoping he would have a reasonable mind when it came to Aiden, and would possibly help her learn a couple of Charms that could help her out. There was only so long she could hide him from view if he was visible to all eyes. Finally Roan reached the door of the Charms classroom, praying that Anil was in. Turning a sharp glance of hazel eyes to Aiden, she gave him a curious look. “Now you behave yourself in there, or I will melt you down and make a statue out of you. No pranks, I mean it.” She said as a mother would scold a child. Aiden’s black eyes gleamed and he seemed to smile before proceeding to inspect the bandages on her arm.
Since the day he had been created the little dragon had been obsessed with flame, especially his own. Now his favorite thing to do was set Roan on fire and watch with amusement as she shrieked and scrambled for her wand to put out the fire. Because of that, bright white bandages were bound to her arms from wrist to elbow, and then around her palm. There were two red scars that looked like stripes and were about one inch tall each, from the area between her thumb and index finger to the very edge of her palms. Scars from the firey Alchemy Circle that had spouted Aiden. She looked tired and quite like a mother with a newborn baby. Only this baby loved to breathe fire and scratch. Anyone would have noticed the strange bandages on the girl’s arms, though few dared to ask why they were there. Roan was known for her fiery nature. The Hufflepuff took a deep breath and knocked on the Professor’s office door. “Professor Hawkins? Are you in? Its Roan Aliagh, may I request a meeting with you?” She asked the door, not daring to just enter. But someone was getting ideas and Aiden’s black mysterious eyes flashed and he gave what was his chuckle before spitting flame at Roan’s arm and leaping into the air, flying in circles far above her head.
The girl yelped as the fire ate at the cloth on her arms rapidly, burning the skin that revealed. She yelped again before her hand dove into her pocket and drew out her wand, dousing the flames. She didn’t even flinch at the sight of her sore and burnt skin, and instead of re-bandaging it as she should, her hazel eyes went to the dragon above her, flying merrily. “Get down from there now Aiden!” She yelled, stomping her foot. The dragon shook it’s head and spat more fire at her that Roan dodged. Her temper rose and she glared again. “Fine, don’t come down. But when you get tired, Im going to take you into the Common Room, stick you in the fireplace and melt you down to a puddle of copper, and be free of all my troubles, how would you like that Aiden?” She asked angrily. He shook his head again, and she could have sworn he was smiling. Roan growled again, forgetting the Professor was probably coming to his office door at the sound at her threatening Aiden.
“Get down here you little beast!” She yelled, jumping up and trying to grab her troublesome pet. Jumping again and again. The dragon swooped down and grabbed the tie out of her ponytail that was holding her hair up, making the brown locks fall down about her shoulders as she lept again and again, Aiden dodging expertly. She must have looked quite ridiculous, burnt arm hanging down at her side, face contorted in anger, and leaping after him.
For once the halls of Hogwarts weren’t bustling, most everyone was at lunch. A good thing for one who wanted to pass undetected for a while, one like Roan. She was too afraid to let anyone see the burden that was carefully perched on her arm, it could raise a panic in some people, and a dangerous curiosity in others. A gleaming dragon made fully of the metals copper and gold, with fire for blood, a beauty in the light of the sun that was shining through the windows. Normally a creature of this making should never exist, but Roan had lost control of her magic, and when that happened, Aiden was the result “Keep quiet” the young girl hissed at him as she was swiftly striding through the halls, hazel eyes darting from side to side, looking for anyone who might see her. This was a dangerous journey, and Aiden wasn’t exactly easy to carry. He was light in weight, but was a troublemaker who loved to croon and croak and growl, letting smoke out of his nostrils or more commonly, jets of fire at Roan. The Hufflepuff girl rounded a corner and headed up some stairs, keeping her left arm which held the dragon still.
They were off to see a teacher, one Roan didn’t exactly like, but itw as needed. Aiden was getting harder and harder to hide. She tried to keep him in the Common Room, but he often escaped. If he wanted to follow her, he needed to be concealed, and the only teacher that could show her how to do that was the Charms teacher, Anil Hawkins. The two didn’t get along that well in the least, Roan had played a prank in the first class that landed her and a couple of other students detention. She was hoping he would have a reasonable mind when it came to Aiden, and would possibly help her learn a couple of Charms that could help her out. There was only so long she could hide him from view if he was visible to all eyes. Finally Roan reached the door of the Charms classroom, praying that Anil was in. Turning a sharp glance of hazel eyes to Aiden, she gave him a curious look. “Now you behave yourself in there, or I will melt you down and make a statue out of you. No pranks, I mean it.” She said as a mother would scold a child. Aiden’s black eyes gleamed and he seemed to smile before proceeding to inspect the bandages on her arm.
Since the day he had been created the little dragon had been obsessed with flame, especially his own. Now his favorite thing to do was set Roan on fire and watch with amusement as she shrieked and scrambled for her wand to put out the fire. Because of that, bright white bandages were bound to her arms from wrist to elbow, and then around her palm. There were two red scars that looked like stripes and were about one inch tall each, from the area between her thumb and index finger to the very edge of her palms. Scars from the firey Alchemy Circle that had spouted Aiden. She looked tired and quite like a mother with a newborn baby. Only this baby loved to breathe fire and scratch. Anyone would have noticed the strange bandages on the girl’s arms, though few dared to ask why they were there. Roan was known for her fiery nature. The Hufflepuff took a deep breath and knocked on the Professor’s office door. “Professor Hawkins? Are you in? Its Roan Aliagh, may I request a meeting with you?” She asked the door, not daring to just enter. But someone was getting ideas and Aiden’s black mysterious eyes flashed and he gave what was his chuckle before spitting flame at Roan’s arm and leaping into the air, flying in circles far above her head.
The girl yelped as the fire ate at the cloth on her arms rapidly, burning the skin that revealed. She yelped again before her hand dove into her pocket and drew out her wand, dousing the flames. She didn’t even flinch at the sight of her sore and burnt skin, and instead of re-bandaging it as she should, her hazel eyes went to the dragon above her, flying merrily. “Get down from there now Aiden!” She yelled, stomping her foot. The dragon shook it’s head and spat more fire at her that Roan dodged. Her temper rose and she glared again. “Fine, don’t come down. But when you get tired, Im going to take you into the Common Room, stick you in the fireplace and melt you down to a puddle of copper, and be free of all my troubles, how would you like that Aiden?” She asked angrily. He shook his head again, and she could have sworn he was smiling. Roan growled again, forgetting the Professor was probably coming to his office door at the sound at her threatening Aiden.
“Get down here you little beast!” She yelled, jumping up and trying to grab her troublesome pet. Jumping again and again. The dragon swooped down and grabbed the tie out of her ponytail that was holding her hair up, making the brown locks fall down about her shoulders as she lept again and again, Aiden dodging expertly. She must have looked quite ridiculous, burnt arm hanging down at her side, face contorted in anger, and leaping after him.