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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 7:04:45 GMT -5
“So much for . . . nothing or something . . .?”
The words rang out and echoed around, bouncing off the walls of the damp cave until the sound faded. It was dark enough, but it wasn’t night time, only the break of dawn when he went down to the mysterious place for the sake of exploring more and remembering the time he had followed Ian.
That time when his eyes had changed with seeing the majesty of Wolfsbane. . .
Tyler had no idea why he wanted to come down here when he was bored, but it was too late to turn back and leave now that he had entered the ‘forbidden’ dark, cave. With ears pricked, he could hear only his movement and that reassured him, he was the only one trespassing, even though he silently hoped Ian was there to share his ambition.
There were things to ask Wendigo, or was there more than knowledge to gain?
He asked himself repeatedly, whilst there was no answer, to distract any growing sign of fear and probing insecurity when he stopped before a mirroring pool of water where droplets continuously fell to break its surface. The reflections would have been mirages that wrestled with the brilliance of the cave.
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 7:13:47 GMT -5
Harriet acted like a silly child when she held her lit wand up to see someone else in front of her, nearly uttering a high pitched scream with syllables that could’ve set a million bats flying at her face.
It wasn’t only the figure, or stranger who had come to the cave for reasons she didn’t even want to know or dare ask, but also the entrancing sight of what was within this cave.
What was revealed was quite breathtaking and she felt certain it was the right thing to do-venturing on her own to the banned area of the school.
“This is incredible!”
She couldn’t stop herself and exclaimed with excitement before she noticed how shocked the ‘intruder’ of her little adventure was going to be; suddenly overwhelmed with the meeting, she pointed the lit tip of her wand at him and took a step back to stable herself almost aggressively, staring at him all the while with distrust.
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 7:22:32 GMT -5
“Aw what the . . . And who are you!?”
He knew it was his privacy invaded when she stepped on a pebble and kicked it to ripple the surface of the water even more than normal, making him turn around to face her but only being pointed with a dangerous weapon when he had done nothing.
Once again, the voice echoed, but it was nowhere near as shrieking as what she had said and he didn’t move, wanting to flail his hands in his frustration that had increasingly turned amusing. There was nothing he could do although he had a wand too, he was more incredulous with her than anything and could care less about getting her away until he made his point and she answered questions.
“Can you put that thing down? It’s not like I’m doing anything . . . and most obviously, I don’t intend to either.”
So saying this, he rolled his eyes in an arrogant manner and looked at her as if she was crazy to be here and he wasn’t; the brilliance of the pool and it’s flickering mystics left as something unimportant.
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 7:28:44 GMT -5
“I. . . I’m. . . Just here, why do you want to know? It’s not like I asked who you were.”
She stuttered at first then regained control of herself, attempting to see to it that her hands weren’t shaking or fumbling either and speaking with more defiance than she knew she was feeling.
Slightly more confident now, she rolled her eyes to exaggerate his actions with mockery and put one hand on her hips to lower her wand a little and see his face rather than the bright light and an outline only.
“There, I put the ‘thing down’, since you’re not doing anything and I….oddly trust you’ll keep your word if you have any pride with what you just said.”
It was hostility and not like she knew him or bothered with politeness and courtesy when he had been so cool about her presence and she wasn’t used to it. On the conceited side of how she wanted to be treated, he had bent the rules and still been able to make her respond, which was quite amazing.
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 7:35:00 GMT -5
“I didn’t say I wanted to know but it’s simple that I’d ask that when I didn’t know who you were and when you just ‘sneaked’, practically sneaked. And here I’m not saying I wasn’t sneaking either, so don’t…”
When he saw her roll her eyes in the same way but more dramatically, he sighed and took account of everything she was saying. Making a note of how disturbingly good at retaliation she was with him though he didn’t like to mention that she seemed to be a little nicer than he had expected, considering she could’ve been just as harsh with her words as she had been with pointing the wand at his face.
After he spoke, he put a finger in the air as if to silence her and so they wouldn’t actually start any petty argument.
“Well, should I be glad you only ‘lowered it? But I couldn’t expect you to put the ‘thing down’ anyway. Besides, I’ll just make use of the light now.”
Smirking gradually, he tilted his head and squinted to see what she looked like and when he did, he turned and made a face to be mean to her and make her wonder what he was doing. It would probably get her agitated enough and he would be successful in making this acquaintance ‘annoyed’ and start being clumsy with her reactions.
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 7:41:46 GMT -5
As he put his finger up as if to suggest making her quiet, she opened her mouth to sharply object but clamped it shut again to listen to what outrageous retort he had again.
Only when he turned to make a face, in clear view of her, she let her jaw drop and closed her eyes briefly to take in some of the bother she was going through before making a face too.
“And what was that for? Is everything that much for you? I’d have expected someone who came down here out of . . . boredom? To be more accepting of different appearances.”
Just after she said this, she burst out laughing and tried to calm down, putting down the wand so she held it at her side instead.
“Clearly I was wrong, but that’s beside the point. You could’ve just used your own light and not mine. I don’t intend to go down any further anyway, simply because it’s never going to end and we have class soon.”
Her tone was patronising and she looked at her bracelet, which had a clock face on it, to check the time. The jewels and stones of the bracelet flashed with ethereal light ominously.
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 7:47:25 GMT -5
“Class. . .”
He muttered and looked back directly at her, thinking about how ridiculous things already were and how she had just chanced upon this great day and made the whole feeling change.
“Oh, yes, it was too much for me to take, happy now? Since I don’t even know your name, you can’t possibly ask me to do anything.”
It was sheer insolence and more immature behaviour than he had known he could pull off while he didn’t want to seem like someone completely different with her, he’d rather not let her know anything close to what had happened in this cave and discreetly agreed that now was no longer the time to head any deeper into the cave than they already had.
“I wasn’t going to go farther in, but I’m in no hurry to go to class. Not yet anyway. Don’t tell me you are.”
Scoffing the idea, he studied her more properly again to see that her crest was green and that she was an Everard; something that made him put his hand to his head and stare at with bemusement.
Complete opposite characters and houses, yet they were both bored and stuck in this cave until they sorted themselves out. Was it some sort of symbolism or a message?
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 7:57:00 GMT -5
“As a matter of fact, I am ready and going to be in a hurry to get to class because I don’t want to rush and I don’t want to be put in detention either.”
Harriet said with more emphasise than needed. It was true that she didn’t want to be in detention but how was it that important when she was caught up in a situation that could mean expulsion?
Only after she had stated her thoughts, did she realise he was probably going to jeer at her and probe the ‘fact’ with some smartass quote that could be made a classic.
“Yes I’m happy now, better than before anyway. I won’t ask you to come with me, but I just had to remind you. I’d have done that had you been someone else anyhow.”
Sitting down on a cold and jutting boulder from the corner of the area they were, she looked at him plainly and fiddled with the wand strenuously, contemplating and taking a breath.
“What is your name though?”
It was awkward and they weren’t exactly friendly with each other so she quickly added before trailing off.
“You won’t have to know mine if you don’t want to, I don’t need to tell you. If that makes any difference. . .”
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 8:05:21 GMT -5
Quite stunned, he took his eyes off her and raised an eyebrow while pondering what to do or say to that question.
It was so random, and he didn’t think he would have even dreamt of that being the result of some stupid taunting game, but nevertheless, it was hopeless to push the subject away when they were both uneasy.
“Well . . . It’s good that you’re better now?
And you can just call me Ty, it’s easy enough to remember.”
He could’ve asked her why she had to ask but found himself being a little too sincere with someone who was honest; it was unlikely he ever wanted to go through with it again though.
“Even if you don’t need to tell me, what is your name, too?”
Simultaneously it hit him, and he couldn’t resist commenting on something some way out of topic again while he moved over to lean against the wall, touching the coldness and a water droplet dripping down.
“You are an Everard, what are you doing here when you could be with your friends up there? It’s interesting, I’ve never seen you before but it’s not like I’ve seen everything I guess.”
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 8:12:06 GMT -5
“Ty? All right.” She repeated to herself and paused cautiously before answering.
“I’m Harriet and yes, an Everard, but I don’t know why I wanted to come down here. I just . . . thought it’d be fun to do some exploring and it was.”
To be more truthful would have meant she had opened up to him and she didn’t want to seem that way, neither did she want to allow herself to be naïve or easily persuaded for conversation.
Out of the blue, she smiled at him and reached out a hand for him to shake even despite the distance between them, and previous hostility.
“I’ve never seen you before, but I am new, so it makes a lot of sense. And now that I know you’re a prefect, it’s no wonder you don’t need to worry about detention as much as I do.”
There had been a glimmer when she stretched her hands out to him, and she had seen that it was a small badge, pinned on his robe less uniform.
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 8:20:02 GMT -5
He pushed himself off the wall and reached out to shake her hand too, for the brief moments before looking down at the badge she had acknowledged.
“. . . I prefer not to mention I am one unless, I need the authority and under these circumstances, I could put you in detention, take some points off . . . or get you out of trouble.”
Smirking again as she had smiled; he tapped the small shiny pin on his shirt and backed from her again, joking but testing her because what he said was true. It made it seem like there were other intentions and that it contradicted what he promised to be ‘here was the end of the adventure’ since there was no need to go farther into the cave.
“Since you wanted fun and so did I, it’d be better if we did enjoy ourselves. I’m not going to persuade you to come with me nor stay but likewise, I don’t intend to leave yet. But I will go before the sun comes out . . . that’s before class begins too. So it was nice meeting you. . .”
Counting a few seconds in his head, he turned on his heel and walked to the edge of the crystal pool; there were defiles and heaps of stone, rocks piled and poised or loitering to smash down from there position.
Standing there and surveying the area with intrigue, he was taken with glimpses of everything around and seemed as if she hadn’t even crossed paths with him.
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 8:26:19 GMT -5
“Why before the sun comes out?”
Taking a light step, she followed and halted a few yards from him when she found herself being silly and interested. She didn’t wait for an answer from him, seeing he was probably absorbed by something else already and forgetting all about their meeting, and dimmed the light shining from her wand.
“On second thought, the trouble I could get into wouldn’t come if I had good reason to be in here. There’s something you know that’s here isn’t there? And that was no bargain.”
It was a question that pressed a boundary and should have never been asked and she knew it. What if there was something he knew that was in here and she wasn’t going to like it?
She cursed herself under the bated breath, reminded that some things were meant to be left unknown or undiscovered by ‘certain people’, too, and insisted.
“No wait, never mind I asked. . . Pretend I didn’t say anything.”
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 8:31:38 GMT -5
He chuckled slightly and shook his head without turning back to face her, and turned to stare up into the darkness, wondering how high and deep this cave was.
“I don’t like the sunlight, is why.”
Believing he had seen enough to let his eyes adjust to the shrouded surroundings, he started walking around the pool of water, the droplets still falling like a light shower of rain, rippling the surface.
It was only when he was on the opposite side of her that he turned over his shoulder and gave her a small wave to dismiss her persistent questions.
“I know some thing in here; I’m just trying to find something else. It’s okay if you want to say something . . . I suppose I could try my best to answer, but it’s also okay when what you say doesn’t mean anything to me, either- in that case, you’d just be blabbering so you could save your breath.”
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Post by Harriet Channing on May 21, 2007 8:36:50 GMT -5
She was positively gawking at him by this time, like she had just been slapped in the face despite the real feeling of being entertained by his curious character.
“Are you always like this with other girls? Because it’s not going to get you anywhere with them, you know?
Another thing, I know it’d be a waste of time to talk too much with you because you hardly respond anything meaningful to me too.”
Picking up a small pebble which felt wet and mossy, she threw it at him so that it would hit him on the shoulder and freeze him in his tracks. Right after she did this, she lifted her robes so the edges wouldn’t get muddy and skipped gaily to the other end of the pool, where he was too and looked at him with a natural proud air.
“I’m sorry about that, just had to do it because you deserved it.”
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Post by Tyler Dias on May 21, 2007 8:42:46 GMT -5
The pebble had hit him and bounced off to sink into the puddle, but it had hurt a little and he wanted to either frighten her or pretend that nothing she did would make any difference to what he thought or the tone he would use with her.
“So if I deserved that then there’s nothing I would do about it.”
He gave her a look to express his carelessness and averted his eyes so he could only see what was ahead of them and not any part of her, even through the corner of his eye.
“I’m not like this to any girl, but I could be if I wanted to be. Just like I am with you, maybe I have good reason this time?”
It was rhetorical and he knew she was probably going to start on him, taking out his own wand and lighting the tip so it was a torch too. He couldn’t rely on her bouncing light because she was always running behind, and touched a groove on the wall, feeling whether there were any random openings or gateways.
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