Post by Adrian Adams on Jul 8, 2012 19:30:41 GMT -5
Adrian felt a slight chill as she walked out to the edge of the tower. She plopped herself on the stone floor and pulled out a little sketch pad and a writing utensil and looked up.
She sucked at drawing. By the time she finished with the half moon, it turned out to look more like a broken table. With a rip, the page came out of the notepad and was sitting on the floor next to her.
Again she tried and made this one fairly decent. It worked for the assignment. Now for the constellations.... This really sucked.
The hufflepuff laid down on the ground and stared at them figuring out the best way to draw them. The sky lacked clouds and it felt fairly decent outside.
She brought her knees up and used them kind of like an easel. She headed the paper with her name, Adrian Adams and the date, the ninth and the moon phase, half moon.
The brunette continued working on the assignment.
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2012 20:43:48 GMT -5 by Adrian Adams
Thank goodness, thought Cyan, stepping out onto the tower. Some other chick was there, but meh. If he thought she was cute in the dark and she ended up being hideous in the light, he'd be completely disillusioned! So not cool!
So, keeping unusually quiet, Cyan pulled out his sketchbook and a 2B pencil and lied down. Propping his sketchbook on his knees and using his right hand to balance it, he quickly began rolling the soft graphite over the paper.
Why did he go through the effort of making the paper parallel to what he was drawing? Duh, 'cause he didn't want the lines to become distorted.
Inexperienced artist wannabes might try it at at different angle, but it would become super elongated or something.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
It was 10 pm on July 9th. The sky was still kinda light, but he could see the moon just fine. It was a little more than half full.
...
The silence was starting to get to him.
Anyway, he drew it a little more than accurately (he had trouble holding back, even if astronomy wasn't his favorite subject--ya know, art--this school needed an art class). Sitting up, he checked it with his textbook--gibbous waning. He wrote his name, his house, his year, and the date and time as well... And also the location, which was clearly the Ravenwood Tower.
Cyan glanced at the assignment again, squinting his eyes in the dim light.
Ew. Constellations. Gross.
"So," he said, breaking the uncomfortable quiet. "You recognize any constellations up there?"
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 8, 2012 22:22:59 GMT -5
He could feel his eyes burning to stay open as he sat on the cold stone and stared up at the small glowing orb in the night sky. It took everything in him to keep his eyes from drooping closed, and he hated it. He remembered and regretted boasting to no one in particular in this first year dormitory that he was allowed to stay up way beyond curfew at home. This would be a cakewalk of an assignment, only babies couldn't stay awake past midnight.
He forced his eyes open again and heard somebody talking nearby and immediately thought they were talking to him, "Oh! Yeah, yeah... That one," he gestured up at the sky vaguely before he bothered trying to even think of the name of a constellation, "The big dipper," he mumbled, realizing that was probably the only one he knew at all, but heaven forbid if somebody asked him where it was exactly.
He glanced around at everyone else up in the tower tonight and saw them all looking down at their sketchbooks or up at the sky and realized something. He hadn't bothered to draw anything at all and was putting all of his energy and effort into staying awake. Maybe he could fudge it if he just gave the moon a quick glance and added in all the little details later. With a moment of great willpower, he looked skyward and immediately had his eyes roll into the back of his head as his heavy lids shut on him again.
"Ugh," Peter grumbled and used his finger tips to hold his eyes open until he felt he could do it on his own. He looked down at his completely blank paper and sighed.
Post by Adrian Adams on Jul 8, 2012 22:24:31 GMT -5
There were foot steps coming from behind her. Adrian looked over as a boy sat next to her. Her brown eyes watched him turn the paper and begin to draw. He was good.
She smiled at that and turned back to her work, ever so often glancing at his work.
The silence didn't bother her so much. She was comfortable with it because she wouldn't say anything she would regret later.
The boy spoke asking about the constellations.
"None. I don't usually look up. I prefer to watch what's in front of me," she said with a smile as she began to put dots down on her paper semi-corresponding what's going on in the sky and then a few extra in other places. She was lazy when it came to homework.
This could be the reason she was failing her classes, but she really didn't care. It didn't bother her any. She just wanted the house points for it.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah... That one. The big dipper."
Adrian jumped. Holy shit! When did he get there? And then he fell asleep and then forced his eyes open once again.
The hufflepuff grabbed her nearby coffee and handed it toward him.
"This might help with your problem." God, that sounded stupid. Whatever.
She kept her eyes on him and blinked. Seriously.
When the hell did he get there?
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2012 22:37:18 GMT -5 by Adrian Adams
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 8, 2012 22:48:17 GMT -5
He heard somebody shift suddenly and smelled the coffee before he ever saw it, which was a feat simply for the fact that he had to force his eyes open again. He'd been there for quite some time, but as a first year he was so small and slight and covered in grey robes, it was fairly easy to miss him.
"Oh wow, my mum never lets me have coffee at home!" he exclaimed, then tried to play it cool as he took the cup from her and took a quick sip of it, "I mean, not all the time," he tacked on as he tried to hide his grimace from how naturally bitter the drink was.
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2012 22:50:34 GMT -5 by Peter Potts
Cyan jumped as a voice THAT MOST PROBABLY DID NOT BELONG TO THAT CHICK spoke up. His curly hair bounced around as he suddenly looked around his surroundings.
Squinting, he finally managed to spot a squick of a lad buried in gray robes that matched the castle stone and sitting in a puddle of darkness.
He was tiny. Probably first or second year. It was hard to imagine Cyan'd ever been that small.
Er... no one saw him jump, did they? He looked at the chick.
"Big Dipper. Uh... That's always a start..." Wow. His heart was still thumping along a little fast. "So. Big Dipper. Probably." Why wouldn't that be there, right?
But... Hm. If that kid never had coffee, then--Nope, not Cyan's problem.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Adrian Adams on Jul 8, 2012 23:05:17 GMT -5
This kid had never had coffee before. She'd heard rumors of people having coffee and going out and kissing girls, namely Amira.
She continued to stare at the small boy awkwardly. How could she not have noticed him earlier?
Adrian could tell that the black coffee was bitter for him. Hopefully, he wouldn't turn into a little rocket and bounce off and explode, no matter how enjoyable that would be.
The puff continued to place dots where they looked like they went.
Her eyes darted to the other older, not pop-out-of-nowhere-and-scare-her-boy. He was staring at her. She simply shrugged her shoulders before looking back down at her work.
The free piece of paper began to make rustling noises next to her. She quickly grabbed it and stuck it under her butt. She didn't want them to see how terrible a drawer she was the first time.
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 8, 2012 23:19:38 GMT -5
While the taste gave him a bit of a giddy-up at first, the caffeine hadn't had a chance to settle in just yet and he took another sip cautiously, making sure to hide the next wave that came over him to make another face. At least his eyes weren't trying to force themselves closed anymore.
"So do we have to draw all the little craters and stuff?" he muttered to the older girl next to him and tried to get a look at her drawing she had just started not a minute beforehand, squinting in the dark at it.
"Can't we use that wand glowy spell?" he hadn't remembered what it was called, but had seen other students use it on occasion.
The chick stuffed her drawing under her cute little rear, making Cyan wince. The graphite--Surely, she drew in pencil, right?--would get smeared a little, depending on its hardness, and the drawing might even get bent or wrinkled. Ick.
Well, not his problem. Whatever.
Still... But.... Cringing a little, Cyan managed to not try stick his hand under her rear and pull the paper back out. Drawings needed to be treated with respect, you know?
"Um, drawing the craters probably couldn't hurt. I bet we'll get points for including more detail and stuff like that."
He began connecting dots, hoping he was getting the constellations right.
"'Wand glowy spell'? You mean, lumos? Yeah, but I can't use that and draw at the same time. I can probably go in and clean it up later." Probably a first-year student, then.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
Post by Adrian Adams on Jul 8, 2012 23:45:46 GMT -5
Adrian's fail at drawing masterpiece was finished and they were talking about lumos.
This other boy must be an actual artist cause he focused so hard on the drawing and didn't want it to be messy. Or he was a neat freak and OCD. But either way, she was done first.
They were talking about the lumos spell. Obviously, the first year couldn't do it and the OCD kid wouldn't, so Adrian would be stuck with it.
The brunette raised her wand up and gave a little flick and then there was light. Silent spells were always a charm. She never had to speak with them.
Her eyes darted to the boys, one on her left and the other on her right. Conversation was good, right? And the older boy was perturbed by it.
"So... What's your names?" she asked casually as the young boy hogged her coffee, but she really didn't mind much.
Post by Peter Potts on Jul 8, 2012 23:56:01 GMT -5
He smiled a bit as he watched her do the spell, but curiosity quickly filled his eyes when he realized she hadn't said anything to make the spell actually happen. He quickly jumbled around in his robe pocket for his wand and finally pulled it out as she asked for his name.
"Peter," he said distractedly.
He donned a stern look on his face as he tried to mimic what she'd just done, of course nothing happening. He bit his lip and tried again, not knowing he actually had to be much more skilled first before he could even attempt to try a speechless spell.
Last Edit: Jul 9, 2012 7:25:00 GMT -5 by Peter Potts
Cyan blinked as the chick's wand lit up the area. Um, did she just do that wordlessly? Holy crap. She must've been a sixth- or seventh-year, then. Or just ambitious maybe.
"Um... Thank you?"
Anyway, the sprout of a kid was named Peter. It didn't sound familiar. Did any Peters go to this school? Well, he was only really little and couldn't even do lumos, so he was probably new. That, or an incompetent midget.
New.
"Cyan O. Reed," he answered, distracted as the kid also tried to perform a silent lumos. He held back a snicker. Well, the kid was cute. Seriously. It was a nice try.
"Do it like this," said Cyan after a moment of consideration. He dropped his pencil (gently) and drew his wand. "Lumos," he said slowly, pronouncing it carefully and performing the standard swish-and-flick with his wrist. A silvery beam of light shot out from the tip of his wand.
"See? Easy-peezy, once ya get the hang of it." Man, whoever was on the grounds was probably wondering what the deal was with the light show up here.
"Nox," he spoke, dimming the light back into nothing.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
(I can't recall if lumos was a second or third year spell or not. I know Hermione is always ten steps ahead of everyone else, and that's why the boys didn't bother to use lumos their first year. That, and Harry brought along a large, heavy lantern to get into the restricted section instead of being practical with his wand.)
He pursed his lips tight and glared at his wand as he tried again, this time speaking the word,
"Lumos," he whispered, thinking that if he said it quietly enough, he could trick himself into doing it wordlessly next time. However, from his severe inexperience, nothing happened again.
Suddenly, he thought about how he had had trouble in the past with a simple levitation charm and almost stuck his charms partner in the eye with the end of the quill when it slipped away from him in mid-air. He continued to glare in concentration at his wand and tried again, forgetting he was even holding the coffee with his other hand as he tried to mimic the wand movement a little to enthusiastically and nearly spilled some onto his hand.
"Lumos!" he said louder and with easily heard frustration. Nothing. He could feel his pride being hurt as he failed over and again in front of two older kids who could do it no problem at all. His face burned red as he waved his wand around again and he was grateful, for once, that there wasn't any light being produced by the spell for anybody to see his embarrassment.
He finally stopped trying and muttered, "Flashlights are better anyway."
(Cyan was home-schooled for the first two years, so he wouldn't know anyway. XD)
The kid was still having trouble actually doing magic. Well, he was new, so whatev.... More importantly, what was a flashlight? And wasn't that name kinda redundant? Wouldn't just "light" or "flash" be enough?
Whatever. Probably some dumb muggle thing.
"It's fine," Cyan told the kid as if his opinion mattered. "Don't stress. You'll do it like a pro once you're ready."
He returned to his assignment, connecting stars here and there with the pencil in his left hand. Meh. It's not like astronomy mattered much anyway. He was lucky Adrian was feeling fine. (Say, wasn't that a man's name?)
Oh, crap. Manners.
At least to chicks.
"Er, thanks, Adrian," he forced out several seconds too late.
«Call a friend, call Cyan.» «Cyan - play it!» «Things go better with Cyan.» «Food or Cyan? I'll have Cyan.» «Cyan is a female force. «I want Cyan and I want it now.» «Oh my gods, it's a Cyan.» - Courtesy of www.sloganizer.net/en/ -
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