Post by Sylph on Jun 20, 2006 5:15:16 GMT -5
OOC: invite only. Ask Talon.
It had been late when Sylph had been disturbed by a light rapping at her bedroom window. At the time she had been busy trying to stop Leucetios from setting fire to her dresser, with Dylan the osprey screeching madly in the far corner; he still hadn't got used to Sylph's other pet, though whether this was due to jealousy or the other creature's strange non-animalistic scent Sylph didn't know. So it was with a mixture of increased ire and subtle relief that this distraction had arrived. Rushing over to the window, the violet haired prefect opened the frame a little further to allow the aptly named little owl access. Unsurprisingly, though, the bird took one look inside Sylph's private dorm and backed away again, nearly falling off the ledge outside in his efforts to escape the noise and, more importantly, the dragon. Glancing back over her shoulder, Sylph rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Oi! Storm! Stop that now!" she yelled at the drake, while she simply shot Dylan a warning look which, this time, actually shut him up. Maybe it was the fact that the osprey liked to act aloof and proper in front of owls - the stupid sneaky things that they were. Either way though, Sylph didn't care, and she let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank god for that," she said, referring to the new-found silence, and held out her arm for the owl to hop on to. The message was short and scrawled, but the Gryffindor recognised the handwriting immediately. Tearing it open and tossing the delivery bird a couple of owl treats, allowing the petrified thing to zoom off gratefully into the night sky, and bright sparkling green eyes scanned the letter through quickly, those emerald orbs a blur. Frowning, Sylph looked up at Leucetios, pondering the letter for a moment before realising that her pet dragon had indeed set her bedside dresser aflame.
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"Sorry I'm late, Professor!" she called, skidding to halt just inside the doors of the duelling hall. Her violently purple hair was a shaggy mane, a cloud that surrounded her entire being down to her hips, and bits of it were singed, or damp, or both. It had taken a while to extinguish the fire her temperamental storm dragon had set, but she had done it in the end; and at least it wasn't as bad as the time he had tried to flood the north tower. Looking after a now fifteen foot long dragon was one thing; caring for a drake with the powers of wind and rain was another entirely. Still, Roan had designed Leucetios to be just like Sylph in many ways, and the prefect was in the duelling hall this night for one of those reasons. Storm had the power of calling forth winds, but then, so did Sylph, and her tutor obviously thought it was time for a little more instruction.
Despite her panic, however, as of yet there was no other soul in the duelling hall. Frowning in a puzzled manner, Sylph pulled out the hastily scribbled note, just to double check that she was in the right place. Nope, it was the sender of the note, not she, who was late. Shrugging and pocketing the small piece of paper once more, she pulled out her wand and began attempting to make her appearance a little less ruffled. First her violet tresses were combed back out of her face, and the soot smudges from her cheeks removed. Her blue jeans were tattered, but that was nothing new, and at least her lime green short sleeved top was intact - for the most part. Not entirely satisfied, but at least no longer looking like she had been pulled through a hedge backwards (and therefore no longer caring), Sylph twirled her thirteen and a half inch willow wand idly in her slender fingers, and started humming distractedly to herself.
OOC: blah, not the best post, but it did the job.
It had been late when Sylph had been disturbed by a light rapping at her bedroom window. At the time she had been busy trying to stop Leucetios from setting fire to her dresser, with Dylan the osprey screeching madly in the far corner; he still hadn't got used to Sylph's other pet, though whether this was due to jealousy or the other creature's strange non-animalistic scent Sylph didn't know. So it was with a mixture of increased ire and subtle relief that this distraction had arrived. Rushing over to the window, the violet haired prefect opened the frame a little further to allow the aptly named little owl access. Unsurprisingly, though, the bird took one look inside Sylph's private dorm and backed away again, nearly falling off the ledge outside in his efforts to escape the noise and, more importantly, the dragon. Glancing back over her shoulder, Sylph rolled her eyes in exasperation.
"Oi! Storm! Stop that now!" she yelled at the drake, while she simply shot Dylan a warning look which, this time, actually shut him up. Maybe it was the fact that the osprey liked to act aloof and proper in front of owls - the stupid sneaky things that they were. Either way though, Sylph didn't care, and she let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank god for that," she said, referring to the new-found silence, and held out her arm for the owl to hop on to. The message was short and scrawled, but the Gryffindor recognised the handwriting immediately. Tearing it open and tossing the delivery bird a couple of owl treats, allowing the petrified thing to zoom off gratefully into the night sky, and bright sparkling green eyes scanned the letter through quickly, those emerald orbs a blur. Frowning, Sylph looked up at Leucetios, pondering the letter for a moment before realising that her pet dragon had indeed set her bedside dresser aflame.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor!" she called, skidding to halt just inside the doors of the duelling hall. Her violently purple hair was a shaggy mane, a cloud that surrounded her entire being down to her hips, and bits of it were singed, or damp, or both. It had taken a while to extinguish the fire her temperamental storm dragon had set, but she had done it in the end; and at least it wasn't as bad as the time he had tried to flood the north tower. Looking after a now fifteen foot long dragon was one thing; caring for a drake with the powers of wind and rain was another entirely. Still, Roan had designed Leucetios to be just like Sylph in many ways, and the prefect was in the duelling hall this night for one of those reasons. Storm had the power of calling forth winds, but then, so did Sylph, and her tutor obviously thought it was time for a little more instruction.
Despite her panic, however, as of yet there was no other soul in the duelling hall. Frowning in a puzzled manner, Sylph pulled out the hastily scribbled note, just to double check that she was in the right place. Nope, it was the sender of the note, not she, who was late. Shrugging and pocketing the small piece of paper once more, she pulled out her wand and began attempting to make her appearance a little less ruffled. First her violet tresses were combed back out of her face, and the soot smudges from her cheeks removed. Her blue jeans were tattered, but that was nothing new, and at least her lime green short sleeved top was intact - for the most part. Not entirely satisfied, but at least no longer looking like she had been pulled through a hedge backwards (and therefore no longer caring), Sylph twirled her thirteen and a half inch willow wand idly in her slender fingers, and started humming distractedly to herself.
OOC: blah, not the best post, but it did the job.