in for the kill [Fala]

[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

The lake had usually been occupied by random wizards, taking up space with their friends or lovers. Kyran had always disliked overtly populated areas, he hated to follow the norm and keep up with social connections. Finding himself here now went against his own being, but he had felt adventurous. To his dismay there wasn't a single soul now, perhaps it was too cold? Kyran had come prepared, for he wore black leather gloves and a Slytherin scarf which had hung loosely around his neck. He would never have the scarf too close to his throat, for he was paranoid of someone sneaking up and attempting to strangle him. It was an illogical fear, but Kyran usually made more enemies than he did alliances. The breeze had a bite to it, causing Kyran to glance at the ripples within the lake.

Why had everyone come here? It didn't seem like an enjoyable place, in fact, it made Kyran feel distressed. If he had known that his trip to the lake was going to be a waste, he would have brought his parchments as well as other textbooks and do some soft-reviewing. He wasn't the type of person to let his brain idle about senseless topics, but sometimes he had wished he was. Sometimes he had wished he was immature and illogical, because the weight between his shoulders wouldn't bother him so. A look of mirth crossed his face, considering to turn around and just leaving. But he sometimes did the opposite of his instincts and took a seat onto the grass that surrounded the outer circle of the water.

The more he saw of the Hogwarts and ground, the more irritated he became. Salem had been deprived of pleasures such as this, but at least she wasn't missing out. It was cold, it was desolate and there certainly wasn't any entertainment. This place was probably for loners during the colder seasons – a place for the sad and depressed to come and cry. Kyran hesitated his thoughts, was he sad and depressed? For as selfish as he could be, he never considered his own dilemma's. Born into a well-known pureblood family, he already had a lot of responsibility to add – unbeknownst to everyone else, the responsibility was as thick was the very lake ahead of him. Kyran could even drown in the problems he was submersed in.

Reaching his right hand up, he touched his index finger to the center of his cheek. There was nothing present on his face, not a tear, the only sadness that would be moved in his heart only involved his family. Sighing heavily, he leaned his chin downward, allowing the fabric of his scarf to cover his lower face, blocking the wind temporarily. Before he knew it, darkness had surrounded him, his eyes were shut. Someone he was beginning to doze off, which was quite an odd thing considering the temperature and the position in which he sat.

Quick sand.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She walked aimlessly, delicate hands shoved into the pockets of her coat, slytherin scarf around her neck. Her black leather boots were of best quality, as was the sheep wool coat that was successfully keeping the mid-September chill from seeping into her bones. Her legs were bare, from knee to mid-thigh, where her uniform skirt began and then disappeared beneath the hem of her coat.

Most would likely find this strange, a girl keeping her upper body warm with wool, while leaving the skin of her legs defenseless against the cold. Sure, such a sight would likely be more bizarre if seen in the Winter months, but it was a little odd none the less.

Fala Rousseau, however, didn't feel the cold on her skin, for her mind wandered as aimlessly as her body. As her feet carried her from one location to another on the Hogwarts grounds, her mind would settle upon one subject before swiftly jumping to another.

However, there was one thing these subjects had in common; they were all fairly dark thoughts. Fala thought of pain, death, torture, loneliness, depression, disappointment, hunger, thirst. She'd received a letter from her father that morning and --as was the norm-- it'd sent her into a fairly morbid mood. She hated the man, but rather than unleashing her disdain and anger upon him...Fala chose other targets.

Some would say that she was a coward, and others would argue that she was smart. Her father was not a weak man, magically or physically, therefore retaliating would likely earn her some bruises, broken bones or even...death.

The girl shivered at the thought...and the sudden shake of her body brought her thoughts out of the depths of her mind long enough to notice her surroundings. She'd made her way to the lake...

Fala halted her steps and looked out over the mass of water, trying to see the other shore. It was hard to believe that a lake like this was home to another world from the one on land. Maybe someday she would give it all up and throw herself into it's black depths. And there, while giving up her last breath, she would discover--

She caught sight of a figure from the corner of her eye, and whipped her head to the side to stare squarely at them. Her thoughts had halted completely, almost as if she'd thought that the other person would be able to hear them due to being so close-by. They were her thoughts, and they belonged to her alone.

Brows drawn together, the girl approached the figure. She noted the green and gray of his scarf, and some of the tension left her body. The Fala recognized him and she felt as if some of the hair on her body stood on end. This was Kyran, and he was brother to her. Thinking of Salem made her wrinkle her nose, and without much thought, the doll-like girl had reached into her robes, whipped out her wand and pointed it at the boy's forehead.

Oh how gratifying it would be to hex him...

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

A small needle weaved through a white piece of fabric, pale, and every prick was painful. Like a dainty spider weaving a web, Kyran felt the pressure of the abstract images unfurl beneath the darkness of his lids. The dim lighting that he was staring at became gradually darker, causing his lids to lift into a slit. Through the length of his dark eyelashes, he found himself staring at what appeared to be a ghost – hoisting a finger, no, a wand to his forehead. The Slytherin male should have been alarmed and alert, ready to defend himself. Giving a few soft blinks his conscious appeared to pull through and his chin lifted, only to focus two emerald orbs to the girl's face. He knew the female well: Fala. Rumors traveled fast and from those strings he was able to identify that his sister and the Slytherin female didn't get a long. What was even more surprising was that he had yet to hear Salem say she despised, disliked or even hated Fala.

Wasn't this sight sad? Kyran looked aware now, his head turning to the left so that he could peer up at Fala at an angle. Had she really disliked him that much? There was always competition among the Slytherin house, but he couldn't imagine Fala stooping to this low. “I am not sure whether to peg this entire situation as bravery or cowardly,” with the subtle splashing of the lake in the background, his voice sounded smooth as if riding upon the wind. Kyran was speaking at a normal level, but the intensity in his tone was apparent. It was like he was threatening the girl without actually implying it. “It's brave because you're risking your reputation, but at the same time it's cowardly because as you can tell... I am defenseless.”

If the female had decided to attack Kyran, it would be wildfire that she did it when he was wand-less; she would ruin her good image. Although it would have been something to boast about to Salem and get his sister to feel perplexed, it really wasn't going to be a rewarding outcome. Kyran would be able to insist that he had been without a wand; she had attacked him in his sleep – what was even worse was that it was a conflict within the Slytherin house. Everything about Fala would look bad. He had wanted to come to respect the girl, to figure out the clock work of her mind frame. Why had Salem and Fala crashed so much? He could understand Fala's hatred if it was because she was a 'disowned' Slytherin, but with the nigh crazy look within Fala's eyes, he had doubted it was a logical reason.

“Yet.... if it is really going to make yourself feel better, I insist.” Kyran moved his arms outward, showing the girl his two empty hands that appeared to illuminate by the gray atmosphere. A hint of a smile was graced on his mouth, waiting to see how Fala would react. It truly would have been a shame if she had decided to hex, curse or harm him. Sitting in this position, he looked like he was requesting a hug from her, as if everything he decided to do had a double meaning. Maybe it did.

Kyran couldn't wait, he reached his right hand out and wrapped it around the girl's hand that held the wand. The temperature of his flesh was a few degrees colder than Fala's, due to the fact that he had been sitting outside for some time now. He pulled the hand closer to his face, enough where the wand was positioned at the side of his head while his lips hovered over the small knuckles of the girl's hand. “Well, Fala?” he inquired.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

This was why it wasn't good for her to be around other people when she was in one of her moods. She became much too impulsive, and much too unpredictable...even to herself. Had she been in the right frame of mind, she'd have been thinking as clearly and rationally as Kyran Sinclair was as he opened his eyes, focused on her, and waited a moment to clear his head.

She should have waited and cleared her head. Or she should have thrown herself into the depths of the lake, parting her lips, opening her lungs for the water. Death would surely be more peaceful than this morbid life of hers. Fala didn't feel sorry for herself, not really, but she was angry because she seemed close to helpless when it came to changing the course of her life.

Though...there was the chance that she wasn't helpless at all, but rather didn't yet know the direction in which she was to turn her life.Then again, that sounded too good to be true, and Fala had learned early on, not to trust such things.

Now she was in this situation, this fellow Slytherin lecturing her on her impulsive decision. It would all have been fine if he'd been wrong, but he was right. Dammit he was right.

She needed to move, to do something. However before she could make up her mind on what to do next, his hand wrapped around the hand holding her wand, and she found herself frozen on the spot. His skin was colder than her own, and he felt...much more powerful than he'd seemed, sitting there taking a nap in the cold air.

Her heart missed a beat, then thumped a little faster. She'd seen him in classes and in the Slytherin common room sure, but she'd never spoken to him before. But this...this had definitely made him more intriguing.

Showing no fear, Fala leaned in closer, as if to study his facial characteristics. The girl was silent for a few moments, her eerie gaze moving over his features, "Bravery or cowardice? I hadn't even done anything and you already had me categorized?" She thought him brave or arrogant for bringing her wand so much closer to himself. But she wouldn't inflate his ego by saying it aloud.

Fala was intrigued, but not intimidated. Not yet, at least.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

With the girl's hand so close to his face, he turned his head so the curve of his cheek would rest against Fala's knuckles. Her flesh felt warm. Kyran appeared not to pay attention to the wand that was closer to his face, it was as if he was obsessed with the idea of Fala being here instead – whether she decided to harm him or not. When Fala spoke, his smile only grew. The way she was dressed reminded him of a phantom, produced by a tragedy of a bad romance. Something about the way she eerily moved, talked and even looked caused Kyran to give the female a little more leeway than usual. Fala leaned inward, giving her the opportunity to see the speckle of gray, and yellow that were mixed into his green irises.

He didn't fit the stereotype of a handsome looking man, for his flesh was far too pale, and at certain angles his cheekbones would look more pronounced, matching with the curve of his nose. Whatever was his appeal, it was because he had a mysterious aura – hard to communicate with, difficult to approach, and whatever he did he appeared to be doing it beneath the radar. The only reputation that he had to barter with was his surname, his foul attitude and how he had treated his admirers. A person like him didn't fit well in the social spectrum, and looking at Fala, he doubted that girl had done the same.

“You haven't done anything?” he asked quietly, the hand that was holding her hand caressing the crevices between her fingers until the pads of his fingertips touched the girl's finger – the finger that had met the wand. “Then, what is this?” Surely Fala couldn't deny she hadn't done anything, drawing a wand alone wasn't an action a wizard could refute. The Slytherin male wasn't going to sit here and wait for the girl; only an idiot would wait too long for someone to make up their mind. Using his free-hand, he placed it upon the cool grass and used his strength to slowly hoist himself up into a stand. With his height, he was now towering over the girl.

Between them rested Kyran's hand, holding the girl's wand in a way so that it would remain pointed at his chest rather than his head. “If your intentions were to truly do nothing, then... you'd be doing just that: nothing. I cannot understand why you're trying to convince me otherwise,” he was just being honest with the female, for that is how his logic worked. Under any other circumstance, Fala would have been thrown into a duel. Kyran could not tolerate other wizards who thought they could pull a stunt on someone because they weren't prepared, especially when involved wands and magic. When it came to the quidditch field, Kyran would change his mind about how 'methods' would work, for a game and a person's life were on two different scales.

Kyran was still feeling lethargic from the small nap he took, and although he was acting quite awake, he was already beginning to get a small headache from the change in pace. Apparently he wasn't allowed a break. Whether Salem had a dispute with Fala, he wasn't going to take the girl head on, it would be more wise to try and get a feel for her first.

“Not that I mind if you do something.”

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Now she wished she'd taken the time to observe him; in the common room, the dining hall, in class. She would have been better prepared for the experience that was Kyran. It wasn't every day that she met someone like him, and Fala was at a bit of a loss as to how to react to him. Thought one thing she was sure of; Kyran was not dense. Therefore it was a given that she had to keep her mind sharp --and probably her eyes and ears also.

Kyran was good-looking, but in a strange sort of way. He wasn't the usual sort of handsome, and that only intrigued her further; Fala didn't like things that fit a pattern, things that fit perfectly within a box, was predictable, or stereotypical.

'You haven't done anything?'

Fala would not admit that she'd acted on impulse, that she hadn't used her brain. Her pride simply wouldn't allow it. She then felt his fingers move over her own, and such thoughts momentarily left her mind, as something like a light shock moved from her hand, up along her arm. What was he doing? What were his intentions?

'Then, what is this?' She tried to think of an answer, however before she could part her lips to answer, Kyran pushed himself off the grass and to his full height. The girl now had to tilt her head back in order to keep eye contact. Maybe she was a little intimidated now, despite being the one with a wand and him without...

"You cannot understand?" She tilted her head to one side, her dark brows raising a fraction, "You don't need to understand." Fala knew that she likely sounded cryptic, but this was simply the way she was, the way she communicated. She wasn't raised in a normal fashion, hadn't had a normal childhood, therefore it didn't come as a surprise that she had grown into a person who was quite unusual.

She didn't try to free her hand, knowing that if he wanted to keep it there, he could use physical strength to make it so. And she would make herself seem cowardly or frightened in the process. So she didn't move her hand at all, keeping her muscles relaxed.

The girl had no intention of hurting him now, however that could change at any moment. It all depended on how he acted toward her. And what was this? He didn't mind if she did something? Well, she might have met someone who was just as cryptic as herself. Those words of his...she wasn't quite sure how to react to them. Something? He didn't mind if she did...something?

What to do? What to do?

Maybe she had to be on the same level with him? Maybe she had to drop her wand in order to be defenseless like him. Only thing was, that his size, his strength was a weapon all on its own, a weapon she did not possess. It would also make it appear as if she submitted to him, she would make it seem as if she thought him to be standing above her in the hierarchy of the school, of their society in general.

And despite this reasoning, Fala further relaxed her fingers; just enough to let the wand slip from her grasp and fall to the grass at their feet.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Fala was acting like a frightened animal, still and cautious as if one move would set the girl off and attack. Kyran was familiar with this type of behavior, for he had seen one of his peers lose her sanity over a curse – despite his peer recovering, she had always come back and seemed on edge. Everyone avoided that girl now, afraid that one wrong step would set her off. From afar he had watched Fala as if viewing a distant sunset, weary of the relationship to his sister while maintaining interest. He couldn't comprehend Fala half of the times, but that was normal when it came to strangers. She was right, he didn't understand and although she proclaimed he didn't 'need' to understand, Kyran felt Fala left most of her logic out of it. If it involved Fala or himself, then he would need to know. Kyran wasn't comfortable walking through his life ignorantly.

Like a predator, he watched his prey below, eying the way she had to move her head in such a position to look up to him. A feeling of superiority should have washed over him, but he remained nonchalant, finding entertainment at the fact he caused her to almost freeze in place. He wanted to take advantage of the situation, wanted to take advantage of her, but he decided to reflect her unresponsive behavior. The area was vast and empty, and as he was holding her hand in such a way, he felt the girl's fingers become free. Just like that, her wand fell into the grass. Kyran should have felt triumphant or relieved but there was no solace yet. A wizard should never be without their wand.

The Slytherin male brushed his cool fingers over her hand once more, taking a step back so that he could crouch down and reach for her wand. He didn't take a good look at it, nor did he plan on trying it out. Instead he reached for the girl's motionless hand, cupping it for a second so that he could place the wand into her palm, holding it still. Kyran was waiting for her to take it back. “It's not my obligation to worry about you or try to decipher what you're trying to say, but I suggest taking your actions into consideration. You are tirelessly unwise this evening, Fala.” Kyran hated lectures, but he had wanted to see if he could weave his way through the labyrinth of Fala's mind.

From a bystander's point of view, it would appear as though Kyran was holding her one hand with her own. The way he was looking down with her was a reflection of concern and patience, to anyone watching it would truly looked like he cared for another human being. Did Fala want to be equal with Kyran by dropping her wand? They both were aware of the physical strength Kyran possessed, so he doubted that was the solution to the equation she was coming up with. He should have kept the wand in her hand and dismissed himself, but with the look in Fala's eyes, he felt it wouldn't be fair to walk off and leave her alone.

He had questions for the female Slytherin and he highly doubt there would be any answers. They were mere strangers together, people who were within the same house, occasionally saw each other in classes and at the great hall, but beyond that relationship there was absolutely nothing. Kyran couldn't speak informally to her, but he wanted to. What was Fala to Salem? Did Salem experience pain because of this woman he was conversing with? Not like it was much of a conversation, seeing as Fala was giving him ambiguous responses.

The look in Kyran's eyes darkened, “Even if you don't want to explain yourself, I don't believe your intentions are peaceful.”

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She didn't know what to expect, and she both liked and disliked this. Fala was really irregular in the fact that she preferred some things to be predictable and organized, while wanted other aspects of her life to be out of the norm and...uncategorizable.

Even she couldn't figure out the convoluted workings of her brain, and she'd given up some time ago. Fala simply existed, without questioning the function of her body and mind. She just was.

The girl had momentarily forgotten that this was the brother of the girl she despised. In this moment, Salem didn't matter. This was between herself and Kyran, even if Salem had been the reason for Fala whipping out her wand at the boy to begin with. It had all turned into something else entirely...

The million dollar question was...what had this turned into? They were strangers, sure. But that was what one would see if they merely skimmed the surface of whatever it was this was. Looking deeper, Fala found that he didn't feel completely like a stranger....but maybe like someone familiar. Or maybe someone she'd know but had forgotten. Why did it feel like this? Was he some sort of kindred spirit?

Impossible. Fala didn't believe in such fairy tales.

It upset her a little that she couldn't put her finger on it.

Fala had kept her eyes fixed on him, rather than watching her wand fall. She'd wanted to see a reaction, if there was to be one. This boy was a mystery, and she found that she wanted to crack it all open...at least a little. Only a little.

Just a peek...

He released her hand in order to pick up her wand, and she found herself standing there, her arm remaining stretched out. Next thing she knew, he'd placed the wand on her palm. She hadn't expected him to pick it up...however when she'd figured out why he was crouching down, Fala had believed that he would show some interest in it...

Instead he'd thrown her off balance again by simply giving it back to her. He'd neither tossed it at her, nor had he held it up and out of her reach.

The other Slytherin spoke again, and she felt the spark of temper ignite in her chest. He thought her actions unwise? Was he threatening her, or warning her? Fala wasn't sure, and it was making her a little edgy.

This web was becoming more and more tangled by the minute, and Fala felt as if she were caught right in the middle of it. And how the hell was she to go about untangling herself? 'Even if you don't want to explain yourself, I don't believe your intentions are peaceful.'

No excuses such as 'I was simply testing you' or 'I wasn't thinking' would leave her lips. No, she simply wouldn't have it. But what other choice did she have? Her slender, pale fingers curled around the wand's handle, and she kept her eerie eyes fixed upon his face,

"To be perfectly honest...I am no longer sure about my intentions."

She didn't speak very loudly --if one were to listen from nearby, they would be unable to hear without the aid of a spell-- and her tone was suggestive. What would he do next? Her knuckles turned white as the hold on her wand tightened. What the hell had this turned into?!

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Quiet was Fala, so quiet that it was a wonder that the Slytherin male wasn't alone. The girl across him reminded him of the biting cold breeze, only a whisper of the flesh and instantly gone, silent in another moment. If Fala stood still, Kyran would have considered her a statue; she would be lovely as the maiden who stood out at this lake. Yet, just like any other architecture within the Hogwarts vicinity it would most likely become vandalized. The girl's hand was cupped into his left hand, and by using his right hand he had curled the girl's fingers around the wand, making sure she had a firm grip. Despite her pale and lithe appearance, Kyran's touch remained around her hands considering she was warm. It was unusual of him to show this much warmth around a person, albeit his bitter words.

Calculating eyes shifted to the girl's face, watching the way her eyes shifted in a way a corpse might do if slightly poked or moved. There had to be something beneath the girl's surface, something vile, bubbling awaiting to pool over. Right now, Kyran should not dwell on Fala's disposition, nor should he concern himself with her at all. She could be a potential nuisance to his sister, and if Kyran got involved with her, who knows what he would come to reveal once her opened the box that was Fala.

Kyran had been reaped of a private life. He had the obligation of finding someone suitable for himself and the Sinclair family, and he had silently took on the task of discovering a cure for Salem. No one had deliberately put him into a tight spot – no, Kyran had volunteered. Was he willing to risk crossing over an unstable bridge for a stranger? When the pad of his thumb pressed into the small pinky of the girl's hand, double checking she had grasp of the wand did he finally retreat his touch all together. The memory of Fala's warmth was on his hands, only to be cut down harshly by the chill of the air.

Fala didn't give him a confession, instead Kyran received an absurd answer. The male Slytherin usually disliked people trying to get out of their corners by playing the 'I don't know what I was doing' card. There would have been more honor in the girl truthfully explaining that she had withdrawn her wand, in hopes to hit a soft spot for Salem. The female should have even used the word 'honest' in his sentence. Either way, Kyran gave Fala a slight smile; only the corner of his lip seemed to turn into such a gentle expression.

Calling her out, making her feel less than intelligent would have been the norm for Kyran. But she looked pathetic standing there with her arm still held out, her dainty fingers wrapped around her weapon. Kyran was even sure the female hadn't shifted her head, as if her eyes were glued only on him. Had she seen something in him that interested her? By now, Kyran would have figured that Fala had lost feeling in her arm, only to be accompanied by a soft tingle.... surely her arm fell asleep, or the girl had learned to be resilient to her atmosphere. He was intrigued by the strength and tolerance Fala expressed.

If he had to, he would consider the possibility that the girl had been placed under a spell, which had let her here only to haphazardly pull out her wand. Every part of Kyran's brain functioned in that way, open to the most bizarre foundations. For the time being he was going to disregard the topic all together.

“Fala, are you doing all right? You haven't moved an inch...” in the depths of his jade eyes, there was tinge of concern, and he took a step inward, pondering what to do next. Like he had been disconnected from his brain, he took off the scarf that was wrapped around his neck and in turn, moved outward to place it around the girl's neck, hoisting in a way to hopefully increase the temperature of the woman who decided only to wear a skirt in the cold weather.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Her brain was chaos, and she needed to let some of it spill over the edge, or she would simply lose her mind. Fala needed to move. Yet when he released her hand, she kept just as still as before, delicate hand holding on to the wand she'd dropped only minutes earlier. While his skin had been colder than her own, it'd been warmer than the air moving around them. Fala shivered a little as the cold of the wind replaced the lesser chill of his hand, and her emotions tangled into a mess in her chest.

How could she be reduced to such a mess by a mere stranger? And in mere minutes at that. But maybe it wasn't because of Kyran at all, maybe she'd tossed her unbalanced sanity into the waters of lake earlier, just as she'd been planning to do with her body. Maybe...maybe...maybe...

She knew that through her words and actions, she was likely just digging a deeper hole for herself. But she wasn't the type to step back and apologize...and that characteristic wasn't likely to change anytime soon.

The girl blinked in surprise as Kyran's lips curved up on one side, thrown off balance again. She should turn on her heel, leave, and never interact with him again. She should...But she wouldn't. This felt dangerous, but he made her curious, he made her...feel as if her thoughts and feelings had been thoroughly mixed in a cauldron; she was no longer able to discern one from the other.

Her arm was in fact tingling and going numb. But she'd somehow not noticed. Fala's focus had been so intent on the other Slytherin, that she'd paid no attention to anything else. It was frightening that her attention could be selective like that. Absently she wondered that if someone had set her clothes on fire, if she would have noticed. Or maybe rather...how long it would have taken her to notice.

She watched silently as he took the scarf from his own neck, then her eyes widened a little when he transferred it to hers. What...? Fala noted the concern in his eyes, and her emotions burst from the cauldron in her chest for just a moment, before falling back into a messy pool, all mixed together.

The girl finally let her arm fall, dropping her wand into the pocket of her coat. In that moment, she wanted to let it all go. She wanted to fall to pieces without a care that someone should see it. Fala didn't want to be strong anymore, she didn't want to fight anymore...just to live. It wasn't worth it. It was hard to breathe, and she found herself not breathing at all for a moment before her airways opened up again.

Grey-blue eyes finally left his face to look down as she reached up and touched her now empty hand to the scarf. It wasn't very warm, but it wasn't very cold either. She had a scarf just like this, but this one felt different from her own. Not by touch necessarily...but just the feel of it. And it was likely because of its owner.

She wanted to take hold of his shirt, pull him close and ask him bluntly....ask him...what? What would she ask him? Fala needed to step away, needed to clear her head. But she simply would not let him think she was a coward; or rather not more of a coward than he already thought her to be.

"And what exactly...are your intentions?"

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Fala moved finally, making her less like a doll and more like a human being. Another minute of her odd behavior he would have picked her up, hoisted the tiny girl over his shoulder and headed to the medical center of Hogwarts. Kyran had forfeited his scarf because it was cold out and he had an inkling she was going to catch a cold. As he made sense of his own actions and why he did such a thing, he still felt he couldn't justify himself to the girl. He should have stayed cold, should have avoided her after he finally got her to put away the wand. Yet, as his mind told him to move move move his feet simply could not. Unknown to him, Fala was experiencing the same dilemma: deciding whether to stay or go.

He cared.

Something in his chest tightened, and he lowered his chin a little so that his eyes could tear away from Fala's. Don't invest, Kyran, the quiet voice of his personality echoed through his head. Kyran didn't have time to intervene himself with another person, nor was it wise for him to collaborate any friendly thoughts with one of his sister's possible enemies. Maybe... maybe he could befriend this girl before him and smother the flames between Salem and Fala? Would Kyran be willing to give himself up for Salem's peace of mind? Or did Salem silently revel in the fact that she could still piss someone off, even being blind?

Both of his hands were twined within the scarf around the girl's neck, barely noticing that he was still close to her, holding her in an awkward way. Perhaps it was because he was no longer staring into those vast, empty eyes that he was left with his own burial of thoughts. The cold wind whistled around him, buzzing around the tips of his exposed ears. So cold.. he just wanted to find his way back to the common rooms, sit in front of the fire and never think about Fala ever again. But he knew the girl was a pestilence to him, haunting him, taking him over. Even breathing the same air as her was causing his senses to feel fuzzy, as if any second his intellectual persona was going to snap and become blood crazed.

Because blood is warm, was it not?

Years of training his mind, all of his hard work, it could have been snatched away because Kyran let his guard down. He swallowed slowly, pressing his lips together to lift his head. When he lifted it he found himself even closer to the girl, staring down at her questioningly. “My intention was to decipher your own, but what of me...? Am I the same in that regard for I have nothing to offer you?” Nothing he could do, nothing he could say could explain why he was looking at her in such a way. The longer he looked into Fala's eyes, the color of his own seemed to fade, for the girl's reflection was surfacing from the gray sky – her face dancing across his black pupils.

Strange. He was, she was, the lake was. What was normal anymore? Fala must have cast a spell on him when he was sleeping, he must have awoken from the effects of it. Kyran was convinced he was too perfect with his decisions to let this situation happen. But no – no excuses, that was his rule. He was conscious and thus a rational being, a reagent of all that he did.

Pry yourself away! it ran in his ears, drowned out by the girl beneath his face.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

To anyone from the outside looking in, they probably painted a rather odd picture...that was strangely pleasing to the eye; two figures standing in a gray landscape. They were all pale skin and dark hair, their clothes made of black and green. A shallow interpretation would be that they were a couple who happened to both be in Slytherin House. However, anyone who wished for a deeper look....would likely be just as confused as Fala and Kyran.

Her brain and heart were screaming for answers, but she had none to give them. Fala had never been in a situation like this before --not that she could even name a situation such as this-- and therefore was unsure of anything...

To linger. To depart...

There some something here, something she couldn't define, and it kept her from leaving. Fala felt that if she were to step away, the world surrounding her would become colder, and more bitter than before. But they couldn't stand here by the lake all day. Could they?

She was aware of the hands holding on to both ends of the scarf. He hadn't let go...and as she watched him, Kyran tore his gaze from her own, and looked down. What was going through that mind of his? Fala's lips parted, ready to ask that he share his thoughts with her, word for word. But she shut her lips and bit her tongue just in time; no sound had come out.

They were not close...therefore she couldn't make such a demand. Well, Fala normally would anyway. But she knew that demanding for him to share his thoughts...it would likely get her nowhere.

She needed to step forward....she needed to step back. The needs to simply move, as well as the cold seeping into her skin made her shudder slightly, like a tree shaken by a strong wind.

Kyran looked up again, and she was given an answer. An answer that wasn't truly an answer. So...he was just as confused as she....or he was a very good actor. Yet, she doubted that he would waste his time and intellect on acting...

He'd somehow moved closer to her while she'd been thinking of stepping closer or stepping away, and she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. The breeze and his proximity brought his scent to her, and Fala had to swallow. Her eyelashes dipped, becoming almost like a screen between the grey-blue of her gaze, and the green of his.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

With his head above Fala's, it would have been easy for him to lean down and place a gentle kiss to those pale lips of hers. But why were such romantic ideas flashing through Kyran's head? The girl below him didn't really talk that much, he knew next to nothing about Fala aside from her social status within Hogwarts. Anything he decided to do now would be out of self-interest, curiosity and all motivated by a thing called hormones. Finally the lids of his eyes moved into soft blinks, he turned his head in a way so that he could focus on his own hands. Using his fingers he fluffed the scarf upward, making sure that Fala's entire neck was covered, even the nape.

Kyran had waited too long for the situation to be counted as normal. So, what should he do now to make amends? The female Slytherin didn't appear to mind too much of the attention she was getting from Kyran, and he slowly moved his palms so that he could pat the girl's shoulders gingerly. “My apologies, Fala...” he said quietly, maybe even a little embarrassed about how things had panned out. If he didn't tread around this girl carefully, he may as well find himself bewitched.

There was no reason for him to adore Fala, she had approached him with her wand pointed at him. Now they were two enigmas intertwining together, no words could express what was happening with the two, but Mr. Logic had listened to his screaming voice. Finally, he allowed his hands to retreat from the scarf and he allowed his arms to rest at his sides. Ever so slowly did his fingers curl into his palms, making two fists as if bothered by decision or trying to stay away from the cold mask of air. Wouldn't have been nice to curl his fingers with Fala's, to hold that tiny hand of hers within his own, to not take the silence for granted and cherish her company?

How absurd were these thoughts. Why couldn't she have hexed him, caught him off guard and make an enemy of Kyran? Why? Kyran shied away from the gentleness that was Fala, even in her morbid stature and stare. The male Slytherin inhaled a heaping of air before moving in a way so that he could walk around the girl, feeling a vibration through his arms, his fists shaking. It wasn't a spell or a charm, it was raw emotion and he felt if he lapped it up even further he would be poisoned. Yet, his face remained calm and poised and his gaze was lofty – focused intently onto the ripples of the lake. It was his mistake to turn his back to the female, for she would have a second chance at catching Kyran off guard.... letting it happen once was bad enough, but twice?

“I wish you had answers,” despite his calm exterior his voice sounded perplexed. “I wish I could explain why I don't find it in me to be upset with how I was greeted, or why I am concerned if your hands, and face are cold... whether you get sick or not.... you're a stranger, a housemate yes.... but beyond that, I have no obligations to you... and yet I am stricken... where is the logic in that? Do you know, Fala?”

Silence was a wicked creature sometimes, it could drive any man or woman off the face of the earth.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

As if woken from a trance, Fala's lashes rose up again when she noticed that Kyran was blinking. The girl closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again to find that the boy was adjusting the scarf about her neck. Fala's heart clenched again, and she found herself looking over his features, searching for some sort of sign, anything...

He was apologizing? While patting her shoulders. Fala didn't understand. His actions, and his words...they didn't follow a pattern. But she supposed she was guilty of that on a regular basis. Wasn't she the one who'd greeted him with a wand pointed to his forehead? Why was he the one apologizing? This situation had become a very unique flavour of bizarre.

The girl's gaze lowered, and watched as he let his arms drop from her shoulders. Even if she'd been good at reading body language --which she wasn't-- Fala would have been confused. This boy was so much like her, yet so very unlike her. It was all so very strange, and intriguing. She'd raised her gaze just before he curled his hands into fists. Not that she would have reacted to such an action anyway. Despite her circumstances at home, Fala wouldn't flinch unless someone raised a fist at her.

She liked to think that she was strong due to this. There were likely other people who dealt with domestic violence in a...cowardly, whiny way. But not her. Not that her being like this helped her situation in the least; it simply fed her ego, her pride.

Fala kept silent as she watched him inhale, then walk around her. She didn't turn, keeping her back to him and the lake...until he spoke. He sounded genuine. Could she trust him? Her head screamed no, yet her heart clenched quite painfully...urging her to try.

Allowing a moment for the words to sink in, Fala closed her eyes again for a few moments, before parting her lips to answer out of impulse rather than thorough contemplation, "Logic..." Startlingly pale eyes opened once more, and she turned, speaking to his back, "I think that logic may have no say in this..."

This. It was the only name she could use for whatever This was. Everything about This was ambiguous and shrouded in mystery. Now not only was she unaware of what made Kyran tick, but she was also unsure about everything involving This.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

The universe around Kyran started to rip at the seams. Tilting his head back a little he let his eyes reach out to somewhere that was beyond him, this place, this world. No answer would come from above, the only sign of life was the tyranny people called clouds. A mass of grey, shifting ever so slowly to the east. His own curiosity is what led him here in the first place, wanting to explore what the wizards were making such a fuss about. There was no beauty here, except for the woman who stood behind his back. He should have tricked her, fooled her so badly by reaching for his wand and surprising her with a hex of his own. It would have been a treat, it would have been the call of karma. No movement came from him, as if his mean spirited nature was possessed by something much larger than the shell of his human body.

Logic: it had no say, he heard it correctly from the girl's mouth. She understand the memento behind their very interaction, so the feeling he experienced must have been mutual. Kyran felt his fingers unravel from his palm and he flexed them in and out, hardly realizing that he was digging his fingernails into his palms. Free from the self-inflicted pain, he lifted his right hand to slowly brush aside the layer of hair that moved in front of his eyes. He brushed the lock away and moved it to its proper place, settling on the bridge of his temple so that he could finally face the girl he was temporarily avoiding.

Turning on his left heel, he found himself in that same tango: eyes fixated upon the Slytherin female, her lively dead eyes staring at his own. What was behind those eclipsed eyes of hers, what were her emotions? She was so quiet that Kyran could have mistaken her as a zombie or a vampire of some kind, someone who had died only to be resurrected to torment him so. So far it had been Kyran confessing how his thoughts were working, what emotions were lingering there. But Fala gave him an empty bowl. His demons wanted to harm her for causing the ruckus in Kyran's brain, he had wanted her to fear him for only a second; he had just wanted a gateway to that simple raw thing that Fala was masking.

Open her up, see what is inside, the voice beckoned him onward, teasing him, testing him. Prying Fala open could be done in all kinds of ways: physically, emotionally, and mentally? So which would he do, what one would he try? Maybe he would partake and chivalry and warn Fala of himself, but he doubted that such an apathetic thing as her would even show a flinch. He didn't come closer to the girl, although he wanted to. She had to give him something more, a sign, for her answer had not sufficed enough.

For once he was speechless.