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Post by Gair Dwyer on Apr 7, 2009 21:44:02 GMT -5
Gair Dwyer was not well known for having the brightest and best ideas ever conceived, but he was fairly certain that inviting Catherine out on an expedition into the Forbidden Forest was one of his better moments - minus the Forbidden Forest part, of course. Still, she'd wanted to go - probably the inquisitive Ravenclaw in her, Gair surmised. They'd do just about anything to get more knowledge, and apparently even going into a forest full of monstrous creatures wasn't much of a deterrent. Gair liked that - so far Cat seemed brave, and kind of sassy, too. More like a Gryffindor than a Ravenclaw, really, when he thought about it. Then again, she could be so prim and proper sometimes too. She was confusing - there, that was probably the best description that he could give her, but it left him dissatisfied - why was she confusing? He supposed he'd have to figure that one out. In any case, his magical alarm system had gone off loudly and raucously no less than five minutes ago, but he was still lying in his four-poster bed, staring up at the canopy and simply thinking. That wouldn't do - he couldn't be late, could he? Like his mother always said, making a lady wait was the most impolite thing that a young man such as himself could do. Fair enough.
With that thought in mind (the one of his mother owling him a Howler because he showed up two minutes late for a rendezvous at the Forbidden Forest, of course), he swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. Stumbling around in the dark, he finally managed to get dressed in what he hoped was a nice shirt and pair of trousers. He glanced at his clock nervously, realizing that he was in great danger of being tardy, combed his fingers quickly through his serious case of bed-hair, and sprinted down the dormitory stairs, fumbling in his pocket for his wand as he did so. A quick muttered, "Lumos," produced enough light to see by, and once Gair established that he wasn't in danger of tripping over in the dark and breaking his face, he set off at a full run down flights of stairs and out onto the Hogwarts grounds. Of course, he needed to be careful that he wasn't going to get caught - it was the Forbidden Forest, after all (strong emphasis on the Forbidden) so he tried to be as quiet and discreet as possible, because who knew when Filch was going to conduct one of his routine patrols of the grounds? The caretaker was a creep, and Gair didn't want to risk it. Certainly, they could slap him in detention, but if Cat was anything like a typical Ravenclaw, she'd probably have apoplexy if she got so much as a demerit.
Finally, he reached the spot (well, he thought it was the spot - it was sort of hard to tell) which had been appointed as his meeting point with Cat, and he was relieved to find that she wasn't already waiting for him yet. The Gryffindor took a moment to catch his breath (it had been a long run, alright?) and then held his luminescent wand aloft as some sort of beacon for the Ravenclaw girl to find him by.
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Post by Lady Catherine of Kent on Apr 7, 2009 22:40:03 GMT -5
 Well, I can't tell ya how to live your life
But I know how to live mine[/size] I take home pretty things that I like[/size] And baby, you are so fine[/size][/center]
Catherine sat in the Library, surrounded by a mountain of books on the forest. She had been researching different types of creatures for weeks to prepare for her trip into the Forest with Gair. She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to go into the Forest with him; she barely knew him. Likely, he would try to scare her again or leave her in the Forest alone to fend for herself or any number of horrible things. He seemed to find her fright and worry to be an amusement. Though, he wouldn’t abandon her, she was sure, not really anyway. Still, she didn’t know why she didn’t simply ask one of the other boys, from her own house to show her the Forest.
Well, it wasn’t a reason that she would admit to herself. Somehow, she had found herself drawn to Gair and she couldn’t offer any logical explanation for that. Catherine needed a logical explanation for it. So, she told herself it was because he knew the Forest. The boys of her own House wouldn’t dare to enter the Forbidden Forest because it was, forbidden and it was forbidden for good reason. There were only a few that would have ventured far into the trees even to satisfy their own curiosity. There was not much recorded about the Forest and Cat wanted to be the one to finally map it, eventually, that wouldn’t be done in one night.
That left her trying to prepare herself for the unknown; she had been practicing countless spells, trying to be ready for anything that could come her way. She didn’t know what would lurk behind the trees. Whether it was a centaur trying to maul her or Gair trying to scare her, she wanted to be prepared. Though, there wasn’t much else she could do now, it was time to meet Gair.
Her books were left out on the table for Madame Pince to put away. Perhaps it was careless of her, but if Catherine did not hurry, she would be late. She walked down the steps of the grand staircase unchallenged to her luck. She had never snuck out of the castle before and seemed to be fortunate in not having to duck behind corners to make her escape.
A black leather shoulder bag was tucked under her arm and it contrasted with the tan of her trench coat. She wore the coat and a pair of dark jeans with sneakers to keep her footsteps quiet. It was near the appointed time as she walked at the edge of the Forest. Gair was waiting, looking adorably breathless, as if he had been running. Before she knew it, she was smiling in the darkness. The moment she became aware of her expression, she change it as she entered to glow emitted by the end of his wand. She shot him a friendly smile, a lesser version of that unseen smile she had first had upon seeing him waiting for her. Hello Gair. she said, her tone a bit excited.
Catherine opened her bag and pulled out two lanterns. I think these will help us see a bit better. she told him and lit them with her own wand before handing one over. She spelled the bag so it shrank down to fit inside her jacket pocket. Then she looked up to meet his eyes. Hers narrowed as she looked at him.If you try to scare me, I will hex you into oblivion. she told him, only half joking. Now, let’s go. We don’t have all night. she said and waited for him to lead the way.
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Post by Gair Dwyer on Apr 8, 2009 3:31:05 GMT -5
Gair was still bent over, clutching his knees and panting slightly (seven flights of stairs and the entire length of the Hogwarts grounds was a substantial distance to sprint) from his exertion when he noticed Catherine approaching. Instantly, he jerked upright so that he was standing very straight, and tried not to appear as though he'd had to run to keep their date meeting. The kind smile she shot him was returned in a broad grin, and when he noticed the anticipation in the girl's voice as she greeted him simply, his smile widened, causing him to vaguely resemble the Cheshire Cat. "Catherine!" He exclaimed expansively, giving a mock courtier's bow and declaring, "I haven't seen you for - well, it feels like forever. I must confess that I've missed your witty banter and your charming ways." Straightening up easily, he winked at her in the wand light and added slightly more seriously, "Are you ready, then?" It appeared that she was ready - more ready than he was, in any case, judging by the lanterns that she removed from her bag. "Such a Ravenclaw," he tutted teasingly, but he took one anyway and extinguished his wand, before stowing it in his pocket. His blue eyes met hers as she narrowed them at him and made a comment about him not trying to scare her. "Sounds like you're scared already, Cat. In any case, I wouldn't want to scare you in the forest. If you get frightened and run off, the chances are I'll never find you. Or that something else will find you." He smirked at her and raised one eyebrow quite deliberately, before saying nonchalantly, "I'd better stop now, or else you will get scared." The Gryffindor chuckled lightly, and then agreed, "You're right. We don't have all night. Come on, then." He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to offer her his arm, but then decided that would be over-doing it and began walking. Holding his lantern up in the air, he trudged through the slippery undergrowth of the forest, keeping an eye out for holes in the ground or other potential hazards, but the circumstances seemed to be favouring them and nothing particularly frightening emerged. "So, aren't you afraid that we'll get caught, or something?" He questioned, making conversation as he walked, before the sudden movement of a flock of bats emerging from a tree and flying past his face prompted him to exclaim in surprise and stop in his tracks. Turning to face Cat once again (heart pounding just a little from shock), he shrugged calmly and stated, "Occupational hazard. Bats everywhere...and other things, if we're lucky." A devilish smile suddenly crossed his features, and he asked, "Did you want to lead for a while, perhaps?" Time to see what this girl was really made of. [[Sorry it's short, Julie!  I tried to give you a fair bit of dialogue to go from, though.]] |
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Post by Lady Catherine of Kent on Apr 8, 2009 17:03:41 GMT -5
Well, I can't tell ya how to live your life
But I know how to live mine [/size] I take home pretty things that I like[/size] And baby, you are so fine[/size][/center] Catherine fought hard against the blush at Gair’s greeting. Some how the fact that he had said he missed her made her stomach knot. Luckily, she was successful and enflamed cheeks did not take over her features. Though his bow was a bit unsettling to Cat. Catherine knew that people in school knew where she came from, the Slytherins certainly knew, did Gair know? She wasn’t sure if he knew, she certainly hadn’t told him. How could he have known? Although, perhaps it was simply a joke; Catherine did have a habit of overanalyzing things. She decided to let it go as just that, if he really did know, she would find out later.
Her brown eyes rolled at the sound of his tutting. So what? I like to be prepared. You’ll be thanking me when you’re not tripping over roots because you can only see a foot or so in front of you. she said before narrowing her eyes and telling him not to try to scare her. It required effort, but she kept them narrowed as he continued to tease her. A part of her wanted to return his easy smile; the other part, the dominant one, was stubborn. I’m not scared, I just don’t want you jumping out at me to try to change that. she told him flatly.
She was bit worried though. Catherine didn’t like that she didn’t know what was going to happen next, that she didn’t know what lay ahead of her. This was proven as the bats swarmed toward her as she followed behind Gair into the Forest. A low groan escaped her lips before she could stop it and she ducked out of the way. Her hands flew up to shield her face and the lantern bobbed and then hit into her arm. Ow. she said, her nose wrinkling up and the bump. She didn’t think it had hit hard enough to leave a bruise
Catherine looked up at Gair as he laughed off the bats. She didn’t find them very funny. Gair would likely laugh at her reaction too. After she was sure there weren’t any lingering bats overhead she straightened and sighed at his grin. Sure, she said and took a tentative step forward. The idea wasn’t one that she was particularly fond of, but she wouldn’t let Gair call her a coward.
She took a few steps forward, her light shinning ahead of her before answering his other question. No, I’m not really scared about getting caught. They wouldn’t give me detention, it’s my first offense. Anyway, it’s not like I won’t make up the points in class or some thing like that if they decide to take points. Cat shrugged as she pushed branches out of her way as she walked further down the trail.
After a few more steps, she stopped dead in her tracks suddenly and went still. Her body was rigid as she looked wide eyed at the scene in front of her. Gair, what exactly is that? she asked, her voice low and a little shaky. There was a spider, the size of a small horse walking about 50 feet in front of them. She started to slowly back up, no longer caring if he thought her a coward or not; all she wanted was to get away from the spider. Her slow steps backwards were cautious, but not cautious enough. She tripped over a root and felt a scream coming out of her throat before she could stop it, and couldn’t regain her balance despite her usual gracefulness.
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