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Post by FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU on Jun 25, 2011 12:12:39 GMT -5
 The girl tried to focus on the professor pacing near the front of the class, her hand moving frivolously as she took note of ever word leaving his lips. This was her favourite class; not because she liked the idea of defending herself against the Dark Arts (though that would be handy in a dispute with another Slytherin, or her father), but rather because she liked being aware of the spells that would be used against her and her own if she opted leaning toward a Darker lifestyle.
Something was steadily picking at the solid air of concentration around her. Another student who wasn't sitting too far off; Kyran. She'd officially spoken to him the day before...not that "spoken" was really the proper word for what their encounter had been. It'd been strange to a point where it'd left an impression on her. And she hadn't yet changed her mind about wanting him, not one bit. But the pride that had kept her from kissing him at the lake, the pride that had made her step away and leave...it continued to sit in her chest, a bundle of cold among the piles of other emotions.
They all started mixing together when she thought about the experience at the lake or whenever her pale eyes wandered over to Kyran. It was so very strange...how she'd never really given him much mind before, yet after a short meeting in the autumn air...he made her just a little more crazy.
The professor began wrapping up the class, starting to speak about an essay that they would have to write for the following week. She tore her eyes from Kyran, and quickly noted down the professor's instructions. Some of the students who either didn't care enough, or opted for relying on the instructions remaining in their memories, began to pack up. But Fala remained seated, planning on writing out each and every word. She wasn't an over achiever, but she hated the idea of losing a grade because she hadn't done what had been instructed.
Half of the class was starting to head out of the door, but she remained seated. Finally the professor had finished speaking, and wished them all a pleasant weekend, his tone sprinkled with disdain. Rather than packing up and heading for the door with the rest of the class, the girl's eyes fell upon her open textbook, and her gaze became unfocused. Fala's mood sank, and he wanted to burrow somewhere underground and brood. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered with all of this...
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jun 26, 2011 2:16:50 GMT -5
The whole classroom could have looked at him and it would make no difference, he would act oblivious to the harshest of gaze. People – these students – they were all watching him like a hawk, waiting for Kyran Sinclair to slip up. There had to be a weakness in him, right? Under that immortal, dentless shell of his body and through his heart, a scar must have been present. The vicious student body wanted to find out what wounded him the most, to blackmail him or appeal to him. During the classroom his session his eyes remained upon the professor, but occasionally they would wander to one of the walls, or a random object. Never a particular person. If he jotted anything down, it was hard to say for it seemed like his head never dropped.
Although he might have seemed like a person who never regarded personal relationships, he had. When Fala had left him the other day, he was surprised but not at all disappointed. In fact, if he could respect anyone so far it would have to be his sister's enemy. It was intention to use her in a such a way and then to humiliate her in some kind of sick way. Fala admitted to wanting him, but she walked away. It took courage not take what you desire the most. The sinister plans he had set forth now were diminished, but he would not look upon Fala in the same sense; he would back off until her want was so genuine that even she couldn't keep away. Across the desk he was using sat one parchment and the textbook. He noted the assignment before beginning to put his belongings away. Once he stacked everything, his eyes fell to a student who appeared to be lagging in her movements.
That girl, her again, Fala. He had noticed her years earlier but he was an expert in avoiding any interaction. Through group work and other obligations he had got to know some students, but he was all about work and no play. Usually he ended up doing everything in the end, but it didn't matter to him because he preferred to work alone in the first place. At the position where he sat, the girl looked like she was sulking over bad news. Had it been the essay? Either way, Kyran finally looked away. He picked up his items and placed them upon his inner arm like a leverage, moving not toward the door. Instead he was looking through the bookshelf that was adjacent from Fala.
Kyran had yet to touch anything, but his eyes were skimming. The professor had never minded Kyran looking through the stack of novels and textbooks, for it was a sign of intellect and curiosity. Besides, the very item he was looking for was harmless. Salem had lost her eye-sight under this professor's supervision, within a duel. And although he had looked many times through this shelf before, he felt he was missing an easy solution – like the answer was right in front of his eyes. He wanted to interrogate the professor, he really did, but he didn't want to find his marks slipping. Kyran had to figure out a way, there had to be someone to help.... even if the adults wanted to give up on Salem, he just couldn't do it.
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Post by FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU on Jun 27, 2011 0:04:11 GMT -5
Unseeing eyes continued to stare at the open book, and her hand moved of its own accord, flipping through the pages in a steady rhythm. She never paused on one page long enough for anyone --well anyone with a regular brain-- to read every word. She didn't register any of the information.
It would figure that now of all times she would fall into one of her moods. She hated this, hated when she started to question everything. Why was life necessary? What was the point? The girl simply couldn't wrap her head around it. Those people...the ones who walked around with smiles on their faces...they got it. They had to understand the secrets behind all of this, how it all worked.
She wanted to corner one of them...and somehow extract the knowledge from their minds. This was the second time within twenty-four hours that she considered becoming an expert in Legilimency. If found herself in another situation where she'd find the practice useful, Fala would search for a tutor and books on the subject.
Her hand stopped flipping through the pages, and the lack of motion was enough to interrupt her thoughts. Pallid eyes focused once more, and he found herself looking at a page dedicated to the Basilisk.
BLOODY SNAKE!
She burst out of her chair, suddenly standing. The girl barely flinched as he chair scraped loudly along the floor while being pushed back, then bumped loudly into the desk behind her. The sight of the Basilisk only reminded her of her father, of her responsibilities, what and who she ought to be. Her hands were curled into fists at her sides, nails pressing into her palms hard enough to draw blood.
The pain was enough to pull her mind out of the painted image of a Basilisk in the book, and she realized that she wasn't as alone as she'd thought. Sharp eyes settled upon the boy's back, and she tried to resist the urge to unleash her frustrations upon her fellow student. And when he turned his head just right, and she caught sight of his profile, Fala nearly fell to pieces.
Was he here to torture her? Or laugh in her face? Or was his intent to taunt her with the words she'd genuinely let burst from her lips the day before? She watched him for a moment, the predatory light slowly leaving her eyes. She cursed her pride for not allowing her to momentarily forget the last shreds of morality she still possessed. Kyran Sinclair...she could have had him for a night.
Fala shut her book rather loudly and began packing her things. He hadn't given her any notice yet, so maybe he'd allowed himself to forget their eerie encounter by the lake. Maybe his intentions weren't malicious after all. She glanced at the shelves he was apparently so interested in, and wondered of the professor would mind if she were to borrow a book or two. She was one of the top in the class after all --had been since her first year-- and he did appear to favour her...while at the same time trying to keep his distance. Fala wondered if she scared him...
Leaving her things half-packed upon her desk, Fala stepped toward the shelf and began looking through the titles, pale eyes flicking from one cover to the next as she searched. If she didn't have any luck here, she'd go to the library. But why not check this collection first, it was a good idea to do so while she was here after all. It was only rational to check now, rather than go to the fourth floor and come back here before heading for the Slytherin common room.
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jun 27, 2011 1:41:04 GMT -5
A noise cut through his searching and he glanced over his shoulder to see that Fala had stood up rather abruptly. From the looks of it she appeared to be a little startled, or angry, it was hard to tell with only a view of another's profile. Perhaps his measures to stay away from the female were correct, for Fala never looked to be in the right state of mind. He didn't know much about her aside that she had the eyes of a dead-girl, wasn't all that friendly and never possessed a coherent explanation for things. Yet, despite her idiosyncrasy, she was at least had some intellect. Never had he caught her falling behind in class, nor when she was called upon did she give a wrong answer. There were days he found himself analyzing other students out of habit, trying to make mental notes who to never approach.
He disregarded the outburst and turned his attention to one of the older books. Kyran's empty hand reached out to the spine, his index finger curling at the top to pop it out. When it was at an angle, he shifted it into his palm and picked it up. Some of the words were in another language, but he would find someone to translate it if he had to. Or do his own research, for perhaps an answer was in the depths of a foreigner's mind. Although doing all this research was going to be a difficult task, he didn't mind. Without the burden of having to socialize or do anything else aside from his studies and quidditch practice, as well as his newly acquired Prefect duties – he had the time, surely he did, didn't he? Balancing his life sure was not easy.
Tucking it beneath his Defense Against the Dark Arts book, he turned and was on his way to leave. But as he was heading in the direction he found that Fala was reflecting his previous actions: searching for a textbook. The room was already small enough with the miscellaneous objects that were used to demonstrate spells, plus with the desks, the book shelf wasn't the most practical thing. If anything, all of the room was up-front where the professor stood all day. He looked to the north, finding that the professor was still there gathering his own things, his eyes flickering to Fala – as if annoyed. Before the instructor looked away he gave Kyran an acknowledging stare and set off for his other obligations. The look was as if to say makes sure she doesn't cause trouble and now Kyran was left in trust to sort of spy on Fala.
He doubted that she would do anything, if she was looking for something in particular, or wanted to cause trouble – she would do it with or without the permission of the professor. Yet, Kyran was suspicious as well. Never had the girl dared to come in this direction, maybe in the library, but he was aware that she didn't get permission like he had. As a prefect he wasn't meant to disappoint, so he walked back to one of the end desks and set his belongings down, turning so he could lean against it. After he had done so, he crossed his arms over his chest and watched Fala's back lazily. This was all wasting his time, and he hoped she would find whatever she was looking for so that he could let the professor know what she was searching for, or rather, he may just have to talk to her to find out what she was doing.
Kyran disliked being sandwiched like this. Just yesterday Fala was a stranger, an acquaintance and now perhaps something more. Now it was worse that he was forced to further interact with her. Right now he didn't want to deal with her freakishly long stare, nor her lack of words. He wasn't the patient type to have a staring contest, so he wished she would open her mouth.
“What are you looking for?” he interrupted her search. Kyran was familiar with the bookshelf, all she needed to tell him was her topic and he'd grab her the book and get her to leave.
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Post by FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU on Jun 27, 2011 3:08:20 GMT -5
The girl fought to keep her mind focused on the book titles rather than allowing it to wander off to the dark corners of her mind; there were shadowy places there that she never wished to touch. She barely noticed when Kyran had evidently found the book he'd been searching for and wandered off. He was probably leaving, but Fala was too intent on finding the information she needed, while at the same time keeping her find focused on this matter.
From the corner of her eye she saw the professor leave, and she strongly considered doing the same. Fala was in the mood to just crawl into her bed for the day, and maybe read later once everyone else had gone to sleep. She needed energy...from somewhere, or she would waste her day doing just that.
She crossed her arms over her chest and heaved a small sigh as she continued to look. Fala had been under the impression that she was finally alone, so it came as a surprise to her when she heard Kyran speak. What was she looking for?
Keeping her arms crossed, turned to the boy and looked thoughtful. No, he didn't seem the type to steal an essay topic. Though...he was a Slytherin...and he really wasn't all that readable. She ought to tell him to shove it and go back to her search. Yet the words left her lips anyway,
"Vampires...and the hierarchies within their covens."
It was a rough idea, something to start with. The girl would make her thesis a little more specific once she actually found the information she needed.
Why had he bothered asking? Was he genuine curious? Fala doubted that...but she supposed she would likely find out the reason within the next few minutes.
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jun 28, 2011 0:17:23 GMT -5
Although Kyran never used the cleanest of tactics in a quidditch games, when it came to his assignments he never bothered to try shortcuts. To steal from another, or to consult in a second person's opinion showed that he didn't have the intellect to become brilliant on his own. The idea of help almost revolted him that he was sure if anything was to get physically sick, it would be the pure unadulterated act of help. For some reason he felt that Fala would react in the same way if he started to take out random books. Maybe he would be of no help and let her search aimlessly around, until she would give up and go to the library. Although D.A.D.A had a good selection of magical creatures, it was more out of defense and not explanation. To find more about a vampire's society structure she would have to go the library.
A lovely smirk shifted to his pale features, and he turned his head to glance out to the window. There was amusement about knowing what he did, and what she didn't – but still. As if feeling sympathy or pity, the male left his perch from the furthest of desks and moved down to the left (where Fala had been leaning right), reaching forward to take one book that had no label what so ever. He had come across the anonymous title when he was looking for a cure for Salem, he figured perhaps a drop of vampire blood would cure a broken eye sight. Yet, he had come to find out that no such thing existed – perhaps they could heal wounds, but the eye was something more than just tissues and cell. After holding it he turned and approached the girl.
He didn't politely hand it to her. Instead, he took a step forward, and kept moving. There was no red-light to him, in fact he had moved so far forward that Fala would have been forced to fall back into the book shelf that laid behind her. Just like yesterday when she had placed her hands to his chest, he moved the book forward to place it against hers, holding it there – steady. The look of mirth on his expression didn't fade, Kyran actually looked like he was enjoying assisting her.
“You'll find more in the library.”
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Post by FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU on Jun 28, 2011 2:24:56 GMT -5
It turned out that she didn't find out the reason after all. While he seemed pleased enough to be helping her, Fala somehow doubted that it was genuine. The boy was expert at stirring up her thoughts and making her confused. Maybe he was genuine. But if he wasn't genuine, what use was it to him that he was pretending? What gain could he possibly attain from acting? Fala felt that there was no stable answer for any of the questions running through her mind.
There was that smirk...the boy then looked out the window before approaching Fala and the shelves of books. She had no clue as to what to expect this time. He'd acted indifferent toward her --or so she presumed-- throughout class as well as just before this...
Pale eyes watched intently as he pulled a book out from all the others, then approached her. She did in fact have to back into the shelf, glancing down as she felt the book pressed into her chest. What was this? Fala wasn't sure how to categorize this behaviour...not that she was the greatest at such things to begin with. Having never interacted with others her own age until age eleven, Fala wasn't a very normal girl.
What was he trying to get across?!
Was this his way of taking advantage of the admission she'd made the day before? Fala brought her gaze down to the book being held between them, focusing on the way the hard cover pressed into the soft swell of her breasts, as she tried to compose herself. The intensity between them hadn't dissipated even a little in the time since their parting. When she brought her gaze back up, her eyes were sharp, a little more alive,
"Thank you."
Although...those two words were some of the most common in the English language, and her pronunciation was perfect...Fala didn't sound as if that's what she'd meant to say at all. There were questions in her eyes, there were many things she wanted to know, but the hard shell of protection surrounding her...it sometimes made it as difficult for things to come out as it did for things to go in. Therefore, little hints of what she truly wished to say, or ask, flickered across her expression as she spoke those two words.
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Post by KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR on Jun 30, 2011 0:48:38 GMT -5
How funny, someone thanking him? He knew that he would reap every prideful feeling that would come when he could finally discover Salem's cure, when he could save his family's reputation, but why did he feel elevated at even helping Fala? She wasn't a maiden in distress – no, Fala was the type to do everything on her own, Mrs. Independent. The very fact that Fala could find it in herself to be thankful to anyone, might have made Kyran feel a little embarrassed, but it was so hard to detect any emotion or thought with the way his eyes shifted toward the door. He looked preoccupied, busy, as if he was expected to be somewhere and by interacting with the Slytherin female, he was going to run late. Finally, as if there wasn't enough anticipation in the room, he gave the girl his attention again.
Yesterday he was silently rejected from the woman before him, but he was now aware of her true thoughts. She desired something from him, did she expect him to fill an empty gap in her soul? He couldn't decipher another person's thoughts, a talent such as that, he never wanted. Kyran enjoyed the privacy of his mind, and he expected other's would feel the same. To gain access to Fala's thought process, he would have to give her very precise questions. Last time he had tried to pick at her brain with a vague inquiry, she gave him an odd answer. If she took what she wanted, why had she been hesitant just last night? Kyran didn't want to know the answers, nor have to deal with the heavy feelings that came entangling oneself with another.
Within the girl's expression, he noticed a look from her, as if begging him to say something back. He truly didn't know what to say, didn't know what answers she was searching for. Kyran's right brow lifted a little and the smirk that was on his mouth shifted downward. Now he was merely staring at her, quiet. The only movement he made was take a small step back, giving Fala the room that was necessary. And if the professor decided to come back, he didn't want to deal the possible drama that would entail. He could answer to his plea, but now he turned his back upon her, moving to the desk to stare at his belongings.
“You're welcome.”
It felt wrong to just take his things and go, which is perhaps why he was taking his time neatly piling his textbooks. He had already silently promised to keep an eye on the empty room, he couldn't very well lock it with Fala still inside. Even if he just wanted to leave, he was forced to stay with the circumstances. But if he gave the girl what she had wanted for her essay, what else could she ask of Kyran?
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Post by FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU on Jun 30, 2011 2:12:04 GMT -5
She hadn't been quite sure what reaction to expect from Kyran...he was always keeping her on her toes --metaphorically. Slender hands reached up to take hold of the book pressed to her chest, her gaze never leaving his face. At least not until Kyran's own eyes slipped away from her and to the classroom's door. Was she wasting his time? Her knuckles turned white when her hold on the book tightened as a result of the familiar flame of anger flickering in her chest.
Fala was about to step around him and take her leave when he eyes came back to her. If she were to know his thoughts, she would have given her feelings some thorough thinking. And even so, the answer she would have gotten was that she did not understand her own feelings beyond physical want.
Logic had yet again left the situation, at least for her, as she studied him in silence. She wasn't sure if she wanted to give him any part of herself...any part at all. Her brain mumbled some words of reason, yet the rest of her body worked against it. The best solution to this situation was for her to step around him, take her things and leave the classroom, but Fala felt that if she were to do that...it almost felt as if she would miss something. In a sense she felt as if she were observing a sleeping beast, and if she looked away for even a second...she would miss the moment when the beast did something momentary like blink an eye or flick its tail.
Kyran then stepped back, stared at her a little longer, then turned on his heel and went to the desk on which all of his things were placed. 'You're welcome.' Fala blinked, and her eyes seemed to focus a little better...as if she was suddenly more awake.
She then went to her own desk, made a neat pile of her things --the book about Vampires on top-- and headed for the door. It felt for some reason as if he couldn't get to an important appointment because of her...and she no longer wanted to hold him up. Without another word, the Slytherin girl picked up her things, wove her way through the chairs and desks, then stepped through the doorway out into the hall.
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