set fire to the rain [kyran]

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Fala Rousseau wasn't sure how she felt about having been stuck in the dungeons with Kyran while the attack at Hogsmeade took place. If she'd been able to go on the trip, how could she have been of any help? Would she have helped? She'd been somewhat aware of the dark circles her father was a part of, and she had a sneaking suspicion that he and his "friends" had been behind the attack. And if not them, then others that her father was acquainted with. Had she been there and fought against them, risking her neck to defend students and civilians who meant nothing to her, she would have surely been punished.

Despite her father having told her nothing, despite giving her no warning at all, if she'd fought against his "mates", he would have viewed it as a blunt disobedience against a direct order. Fate, something she wasn't sure she quite believed in, had taken care of the problem for her by sending her and Kyran toppling through a trap door. They'd been out of commission the entire time the attack had been happening.

Fala had bumped her knee pretty hard when they'd hit the bottom, despite Kyran cushioning her fall, and she'd limped for a few days after. But by now, her steps had reached normalcy once more, quite evident in the elegant sway in her walk.

Classes had been over for some time, and the work load had been little. She wasn't aware of just how lucky that was until she received a letter from her father to meet him in Hogsmeade that afternoon. He'd instructed that she show the letter to the head of Slytherin house, and sure enough she'd been permitted to go. Why he couldn't just meet her at Hogwarts would remain to be seen, though Fala had believed that she knew the exact reason why.

Her suspicions were confirmed when after walking through the almost rebuilt village, she finally made it to the place he had instructed for her to meet him. He'd placed a strong silencing spell around the whole room, then proceeded to tell her that times would be changing, and that she would do best to take his side. He did keep most of it cryptic, in the case that someone had managed to drill a hole through his silencing spell without his knowing.

Before leaving the room, he'd made sure to give her a smack or two, making it known that she didn't have choice in that matter, and the he would contact her soon with instructions.

Needless to say, Fala had left Hogsmeade in quite a mood. Not only had she seen some of the devastation left by the attack, but her father had also confirmed that he'd been involved and he wanted her to become involved in the future. She had no choice, did she? The girl scoffed while walking briskly toward the castle, but found that she hadn't calmed down enough to be around others yet. So she walked around the school to the other side of the grounds, and down the hill toward the forbidden forest.

This was the least likely place for her to come across somebody else, or at the very least, groups of people. Once she reached her destination, she'd taken a seat on a log and released a heavy sigh. The girl then adjusted the scarf around her neck and was momentarily distracted when a familiar scent reached her nose. In her haste to get dressed and meet her father on time, she hadn't checked which of her two Slytherin-coloured scarves she'd taken. And so, the one she'd happened to grab was Kyran's...

Fala kept forgetting to get it back to him, and this made her release another sigh into the fading light. It likely wasn't smart for her to be here this time of day, but she only needed a moment, just a moment...

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Kyran didn't share many sentiments with normal students, but if he could hear the vast echo of Fala's mind, he would be inclined to agree. Perhaps he would have gone to Hogsmeade and taken Salem with him, just so the two siblings could enjoy a stress-free trip. And would his appearance had made a difference? Would he have been comfortable stepping up to protect other students, aside from his sister? It was too big of a coincidence for Kyran Sinclair, to be merely trapped in a place like that during such an extreme attack. Even if he wasn't present in the tragic event, he felt ill thinking about the group of unknown wizards who done it. There was still no logical motive behind the attack, it appeared to be random cold blooded murder. It would have made sense if one person had snapped and went on a killing spree, that much was normal in the muggle and wizard world... but a group? Fala had always been around Kyran when things turned out rather bad or good, and he was starting to become suspicious of her every movement.

Again, there was no obligation for him, whether Fala had something to do with the attack or knew nothing of it – it was up to those 'adults' to figure out the large scaled problems. He could have chose to keep his cheek turned, but for some reason, he didn't. As he went to exit Hogwarts to get some fresh air, he saw that familiar figure coming toward the castle. Fala had been somewhere, he noted, and he moved to go and confront her. Every student was advised not to leave the grounds, not until they could secure Hogwart's safety. After all, the attack only happened when the students took a field-trip to Hogsmeade. The girl must have not noticed Kyran going in her direction, for she took a sharp turn and was moving around the large castle. One brow lifted on the male's face and he quickened his own pace so that he could follow behind the Slytherin girl from a safe distance. As the hill cut downward, he saw her bee-line for the forbidden forest.

Kyran paused, watching as her figure was shrouded by the massive trees and shrubs. He didn't really want to go into the forbidden forest, not because he was scared, but because he knew that every time he had been around Fala he had been placed into a pinch. Did he really want to find out what was going on? Maybe it was nothing, perhaps she was a raving lunatic and enjoyed going into dangerous grounds. After all, Kyran had ventured into the depths of the forest plenty of times to try and find that certain cure, but every time he left empty-handed and covered in scratches and bruises from finding off the livid creatures that dwelled within. Why Hogwarts had been built next to such a frightening place, he had no idea.

Frustrated with the lack of answers in his life, he decided to approach this situation cautiously. He reached into his robes and removed his wand, holding in between his fingers in a tight grip, this time refusing to allow himself to be disarmed. If Fala ran into danger, then let her; he didn't want to feel the insecurity of being wandless again. Besides, if something horrible were to happen – Kyran would simply disappear from the area, leaving the girl to her own problems. Using his left hand he brushed one of the branches aside before taking one defiant step inside the lines of the forbidden forest. An eery wind ran past his face, and he took his time keeping his steps quiet, avoiding the mangled branches that threatened to be broken beneath his shoes. To his dismay, he found the girl deposited upon a log. He had expected something more... exciting.

His eyes moved from left to right, making sure no one was present. It appeared as though the girl wasn't aware of being followed. Just like when they first met, he lifted his wand now, pointing it to the woman's back. Kyran had the advantage, he could cast any spell at the moment, but right now he didn't want his assumptions to be wrong. Instead, he spoke up: “What are you doing here?” The tone in his voice was cold and demanding, and she would be able to see the seriousness if she turned around to look at him.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Not once had she given thought to her own safety as she'd made her way down to Hogsmeade, alone. What if she'd been wrong? What if her father hadn't been involved? Then she would have no protection against those murderers, guaranteed. Not that her father would for sure protect her if he had been involved. Absently she'd wondered what it would be like to live in a family where the parents genuinely cared for their children and vise versa. Was it too much to ask for a little warmth?

Wait...where had that thought come from?

She didn't need warmth. Fala Rousseau was a statue made of ice, and warmth would do nothing but cause her to melt. It would be the end of her. Human affection was overrated.

Right.

Her mind once again returned to the frightening fall she'd had with Kyran on the day of the attack. At the time she'd been scared, she'd thought it was the end for them, but they'd gotten out and now...she found that the fall had been convenient in a sense. It'd earned her a limp for a few days, but it'd also saved her from having to make a --probably-- life-changing decision.

As she'd walked toward the castle and then toward the forbidden forest, it hadn't once occurred to her that she was being followed. Reckless. Stupid. This mess...it was making her careless. Therefore it was no surprise that she jumped when she heard a male student suddenly speak behind her. And not just any male student, but Kyran. What were the chances...?

Fala forced herself to remain facing forward, despite the instinctive need to turn and face him. She would face away until she had her emotions under control. The girl had had her guard up until only moments earlier, then her mind had drifted off to other matters when she'd inhaled Kyran's scent from the scarf. Damn him...He was bad luck he was.

She didn't bother turning fully around, not yet; once her expression and heartbeat were under control, she turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder, "Seeking solitude." her tone was bland, empty of disdain or even surprise. Eerie gray eyes went from his face to the wand he had pointed at her. It inevitably reminded her of their first official meeting, when she'd greeted him with a wand pointed at his face. Oh the irony...

"What brings you here?"

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

He felt like he was going mad, somewhere along this madness he was gaining splinters. Kyran felt run out and jagged, unable to keep up with his own thought process. Although he didn't have a hand in the current events of the school, he felt his coy mask starting to slip. Very soon he was going to slip up and expose a crucial part of himself, a personal, secretive aspect of his nature. The hand that held the wand didn't move, not even when her response sounded drained and off-beat. A normal person would deduct that she was having an emotional time right now, that her choice of words and reasoning were very logical – the forbidden forest was the perfect place to gain some respectable solitude. He felt fire on his fingers, like he wanted to hex her, and if he didn't soon he would find himself in a trench of problems. As if a pair of hands were grasping his arm and pulling it downward, he struggled with himself for a second.

To not be impulsive, avoiding rash decisions – he trained himself until he was transfixed into a cold and calculating demeanor. Now that his arm was safely at his side, with wand still in hand, just in case the sick and dark feeling came back, he could act quickly. Instead, his eyes shifted off of the girl's solemn figure to look around the forest. There was still a few rays of sunlight that had shone through the dark canvas of the leaves, but even with the faint lighting – the area was dark, almost musty, as if it was an unfit place for a human to be. And it really was. Kyran was not a killer, but he had murdered many creatures in this place before. He was sure his scent could be recognized. He didn't take himself closer to the girl, rather he slowly stepped back, allowing his back to come into contact with the large trunk.

Leaning backward, he had a good perspective of the area, he could see what Fala was doing and if anything from the depths of the forest decided to come for; then he would be the one with the advantage. Although he wouldn't get ahead of himself and make sure to glance over his shoulders every now and then. “I followed you,” he said truthfully, not the type of person to beat around the bush. “With the attack on Hogsmeade, and you returning from leaving the grounds – which I don't think I need to remind you that the Headmasters said not to – only to return, not back to the castle, but to the forbidden forest? In my book, that is strangely suspicious.” Now that she was aware of where his thoughts were heading, it probably didn't seem so strange that he had his wand previously pointed at her.

Had she lost someone during the Hogsmeade attack, was she regretting not being around? It wasn't like the two had requested that they be trapped in a dungeon for long hours, and if she had been acting then she was very convincing. What would she say in response to him? Was she going to lie, or did she have a valid reason to be coming and going like she did? Unlike her, Kyran had a motive to try and go to the ends of the world to find a cure.... but he wasn't stupid enough to leave Hogwarts to do it during this new dark time. Kyran hoped to high heaven that she had some good reason for her absence on the grounds.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

The girl was honestly surprised when rather than keep his pointed at her and advance, something that would logically go hand in hand with the suspicion she thought she could feel emitting from him...he lowered his wand arm and backed off in stead. Her brows drew together, and as she watched his gaze wander to the things surrounding them, Fala's lips pressed into a line. Kyran appeared almost unhinged...

Isn't that what they called her when they thought she wasn't listening? Unhinged...

But she reminded herself that such a discovering about him shouldn't come as a surprise to her. She'd sensed something about him that day they'd first spoken by the lake. There'd been an odd light in his eye, and something else...something that brought her to crave his presence at odd and unpredictable times. Fuck.

She nearly cursed aloud...but managed to shut her lips before any sound could come out. Needing to compensate this action with another, Fala raised her legs and turned her body, letting them slip over the log in order to land on the ground on the other side. The Slytherin girl was now facing the boy, but was keeping her seat on the log...for now.

His next words caused her to blink, long black lashes brushing the skin of her cheeks, almost tickling. He'd followed her and admitted it. Fala was saved the trouble of having to ask him why he'd followed her when he moments later handed her his explanation on a platter. Suspicious? Well, it made sense really. He didn't know her, or her father...come to think of it...there were many things concerning Fala that he had no clue about. What right did he have to be suspicious of her?

A rational thought soothed the anger that threatened to burst to life, reminding her that Hogsmeade had been a tragic event, that many lives had been lost. It'd affected everyone, not only those who'd suffered loss on that day. Had she not seen Salem safe and sound the day before, she'd have suspected that he was dealing with the loss of his sister. But since that wasn't the case...had he maybe lost a friend while they were both conveniently trapped in the dungeons?

How was she to respond? Lies came easily to her but...Fala had a feeling that simply speaking the truth would be the best course of action given the situation. Her hands absently moved over the soft cotton of the scarf around her neck, and she seemed to huddle a little into herself, "My father asked that I meet him..." but how could she explain why he'd asked her to go to Hogsmeade rather than meeting her at Hogwarts? This blank could prove quite dangerous if left barren...

"I was not told the reason why he chose Hogsmeade over Hogwarts." there...this had been a truth also, while keeping any information that may put Kyran in danger to herself. Though judging from the family he was from...he would likely be approached by his parents the way she had been by her father. Maybe...perhaps...

She pushed herself to her feet, suddenly feeling as if each and every thought suddenly didn't make sense. Fala had moments like this, moments of such detachment that...it was often hard to tell reality from fantasy. Now was not the time for such a moment, but it wasn't something she could control, or she would have opted for thinking and being normal a long time ago.

In this moment of mental imbalance, she blurted out something she'd meant to keep locked up within her chest, never to come out past her lips, "You think I was involved."

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Kyran's face remained expressionless as he watched her, acting like he was preoccupied with the forest. To a bystander he might look engrossed, the visage of a newcomer to the forest, but he had more experience to know that they weren't in any real danger.. yet. If he kept his eyes wandering and his posture a little more relaxed, then perhaps she would feel the need to open up to him. But if he had kept his wand pointed at her, would she feel panic and decide to come up with a tale that any wizard would want to hear and believe? He had felt compulsion to harm her before, and it was a feeling he often got from many. Perhaps his feelings were mixed, he couldn't very well explain why he had felt something foreboding when he was around the girl. If good things started to happen in her presence, his mental assumptions would be more of praise than disdain.

She continued to speak, mentioning her father. The eyes of his that were bouncing around the forest slowed down to focus on the curve of Fala's figure. Ah, then it was the father? Did she know something? Not told the reason? Now she was sounding far-fetched, as if trying to cover up a trail of blood. Even if she wasn't directly involved in the Hogsmeade tragedy, he got the inkling that she knew more than what an average student would. A loving, concerning father would had showed up to Hogwart's doorstep to seek his daughter's well-being, even if it was just for a short meaningless conversation. Kyran's eyes flared for a second, watching the girl shifted and turn to him directly, only to stand as if she had something to defend.

"You think I was involved."

Loud, precise and clear. The side of his mouth turned into a slight smirk, as if amused by Fala's direction. Was it truly her father? Kyran was not a close friend to Fala, despite spending numerous hours with her in a trapdoor and before the lake. But more often she had ran away from Kyran Sinclair. “Involved? That I am not so sure of, but I do get the idea that you are hiding something,” the look in his eyes was demanding and open, just like his words. If she had looked beyond Kyran's questioning aura, she would almost see a demanding, longing look. The only way that Kyran could have his thirst quenched was to get her to admit secrets, if Kyran was a thief, it was over the unknown. “If what you told me is true, then I need not to know the reason he chose Hogsmeade.” Would the girl's defenses rise from his set of words? Would she be offended?

Leaning forward he now was standing tall, wondering what Fala would do. He had expected her to stand there, staring at him for good measures. After all, using her dead-eyes were the best method against Kyran. Not like it got them anywhere, nor did her gaze manage to spark a real conversation between the two. The only light that Fala shown in was an obstacle, she was standing in-between his goals and he was allowing her to do it. How easy it would have been to discard her and go back to the solace of books. She had told him once that she desired him, and he had given his mouth to her freely. Like a child she ran off, maybe fearful of things Kyran could never recognize.

His eyes shifted from her face for a moment, following down to her chin and to the scarf that was wrapped loosely around her neck. Kyran had been awfully aware of his second scarf that had gone missing, and he knew who had it. With the way the fabric was tailored, he could tell it was the men's version of the school uniform, but he said nothing. The amusement on his face only grew, and his icy eyes shifted back to Fala's annoyingly empty irises. “These days you need evidence,” he added offhandedly, waiting to see where this moment of instigating would take them.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

The words she hadn't intended to speak...they caused Kyran to smirk? She needed to clear her thoughts, go back to normalcy; or at least as normal as Fala Rousseau could manage to be. If she didn't have all of her wits about her, Kyran would win. What he would win she wasn't sure but all that mattered was that his winning would mean a loss for her.

Fala tore her eyes from him and focused on the vegetation surrounding them, taking a number of deep breaths. Had they been at school, surrounded by others, she would most likely have gotten worse. But under the canvas of trees, with the last bits of sun shining through the leaves, she found herself becoming more and more calm. What were Kyran's goals? Why was he doing this? What could he possibly gain by finding a reason, finding proof to label her as guilty? Fala couldn't help but feel a little betrayed, and this then caused for anger to surface out of the pool of her emotions...because the feeling of betrayal meant that she'd placed some trust in him. No matter how little trust it'd been that she gave to him, it made Fala feel disgusted with herself.

He wanted to draw the information out of her did he? Fala's expression changed, going from slight anger to contemplation. And who was he to be worth putting her own skin on the line? She would not betray her father simply to sate Kyran's curiosity. There was little doubt in her mind that Aubin Rousseau would kill his own daughter if she betrayed him. And if he didn't manage it, if those he associated himself with killed him first...well they would simply come after her next. A little voice at the back of her mind urged her to reveal everything she'd been told, wished to punish Aubin with a painful death for all of the suffering he'd caused her. There would be no blood on her hands, she wouldn't have been the one to rid this world of him.

Then another thought crossed her mind. Kyran was from a long line of purebloods himself, who was to say that he wasn't testing her? His own parents could have something against her father, and had wanted to test his daughter, perhaps erase the Rousseaus from the face of this earth with the use of nothing but their cunning. Anything was possible. She felt the urge to have a closer look at his face, maybe with more proximity...she would be able to read him better, to recognize his intent through the shape and angles of his features. Fala stepped forward, walking until she stood about a step away from him.

Her movements had caused more of Kyran's smell to emit from the scarf around her neck, reminding her of it. This was as good a time as any to return it. Her movements not slow and not hurried, Fala unwound the gray and green material and then used both hands to toss it over his head and pull it into place at the nape of his neck. She gave a slight shiver as the chilled air played over the now exposed column of her neck. The girl kept her grip on either end of the scarf, looking up at him as she spoke, "Stop trying to trick answers out of me...when you haven't placed the slightest effort into earning them."

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Even if Kyran was uncertain of himself and the direction he was taking, apparently his methods were working. Although he couldn't read the girl's thoughts, it would have been a relief to see that she was questioning Kyran's motives. And so what if he did get information from the girl? Was he destined to be the heroin, to find a way around the barriers of this new group of killers? Or was he that tiny thread already woven into the bigger, secretive picture. The girl's eyes tore away from his own, and he watched her curiously. For someone who was usually the victor in staring contests, there was obviously something on Fala's mind. Was it guilt that suppressed her from looking at Kyran, or was it a feeling of mistrust? He figured the latter, for if he was in her position he would most likely be the person to die with his secrets.

During the long moment of silence, Kyran excused her from it. He was certain she was using the time to think of a solution, some type of answer. Then she started to move and he watched her intently, his eyes focused on the length of her arms while staying eye-level. If she had decided to take a route where she would pull her wand on him, he had to be prepared. Really, like Fala's mind had wrote: anything was possible. The girl was now just a step away, and he angled his head downward to look at her face. Now he was getting impatient, what did she plan to do? As her hands moved, he noticed she was picking up the scarf, only to reach it and place it around his neck loosely. But the peculiar part of it all was that she was still grasping onto the fabric, and he doubted she would attempt to strangle him with it – after all, he still had his own wand in hand. He was sure he could make out one gasp of a spell before it got any worse.

Though he wasn't going to remain idle. Now that she was just this close, he reached both of his hands so that he could grasp the girl's robes near the shoulder area. Once he had enough fabric, he practically lifted her and spun her around. He had forced Fala to stand where Kyran had once stood, but he used his own hands to press her back into the tree trunk. The wand was still in his right, and it was angled at her cheek, not on purpose, but that is just how it happened to lay. Tricking, earning? The grin on his face only grew. There was no trickery, it was simply placing puzzle pieces together – and to earn? Hadn't he possibly saved her life when they had fallen into that trapdoor, hadn't he assisted her in an essay by picking out one book from many? Kyran had done a lot for Fala, more than he could do for Salem. It sickened him to put two and two together.

“I'm not certain what your definition of effort is, but for you to occupy most of my free-time, I'd say otherwise,” his eyes were boring into Fala's head, as if he could see right through her skull. “At out first meeting, you should know me better by now. Remember I told you that for me to give anything, I must get something in return?” There was only truth to that statement, he wasn't the type of person to make his efforts too noticeable, but they were there – if she ever wanted more from him, then she would have to make a big sacrifice to get it. Perhaps it was unfair, but that was his own methods. “I don't need to hear it, Roussea, you've told me enough already.” What had he meant by that? Was he one of those pawns on a chess board, and now he was just stringing her along. Kyran leaned down now, the tip of his nose barely touching the girl's.

“Thank you for returning what is mine,” he said quietly, keeping his voice at a low murmur so he could allow his ears to listen to the noises around them. Even if he was occupied with the girl, this was still the forbidden forest, and he wasn't going to die some raving creature that wanted a snack. “Although I enjoy secrets, I don't date them,” after all, Fala had reserved herself for this, but those were Kyran's standards. Leaning back a little, he would give her some time to respond.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She only had moments to steel herself, only the time it took him to take hold of her robes. Then the world spun, and she found herself with her back to the tree. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and air left her lungs in a gasp. She then raised her lashes and focused her gaze on him, the expression on her face almost defiant. She saw his wand from the corner of her eye, but chose not to waste time by looking at it, in stead she watched as the grin on his face grew bigger. Were here words that amusing?

'I'm not certain what your definition of effort is, but for you to occupy most of my free-time, I'd say otherwise,'

His words hit her like a bucket of cold water. What? Most of his free time? Some of the tension left her body as she studied his face, mulling over this new information. He'd been spending most of his free time with her? Fala recalled their peculiar first meeting, the day he'd given her the book on vampires, and the day they'd fallen through the trap door. Had she studied him, had she watched the way he was with others, she would have noticed that he'd acted differently toward her.

She remembered how he'd carefully placed the scarf she'd just returned, around her neck, that first day they'd met. Then Fala reminded herself that he hadn't been obligated to help her find that book, and he also hadn't been obligated to drop his wand in order to grab her and turn their bodies so he could cushion her fall. Was he confirming that those actions had meant something? Fala had given them some thought, but soon reminded herself not to have any expectations.

What? She'd told him enough already? Fala's brows drew together as she watched him. What could it mean? Had she confirmed his suspicions? Or was he already involved with her father's crowd and therefore was already aware of everything? Her heart pounded a little faster due to a mixture of emotion and a little spike of fear. Had he been stringing her along all this time?

She found herself feeling tired...so tired of it all. Life had given her no benefits, not thus far; therefore if she was to die by his hand, or one of the others...so be it. His nose was touching her own, and his proximity didn't help to calm her heartbeat in the list. Damn him. Damn them all...Then he thanked her for returning his scarf, and...

'Although I enjoy secrets, I don't date them,'

Her usually expressionless eyes widened, displaying shock. Why was it that every encounter with him held such intensity? Were the doomed to never lead a normal conversation? There were so many things she didn't understand...

"You speak in riddles, Kyran Sinclair..."

Fala allowed her vulnerability to show as she spoke again, "Why do you seek answers? And if you find them...to what end will you use them?"

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Just as he thought. No matter how much he moved Fala around, she would be that quiet almost submissive girl. His eyes were watching her face, staring in the cold pools of the girl's irises. Leaning his head to the left a little, thus giving them more space. However, the hands that were grasping the girl's shoulder didn't release nor move. It was as if he wanted to keep her pinned there until he was pacified. Minutes were rolling by until it soon became a hour, and although the sun had yet to set – the area was becoming darker, the branches of the trees looming over the two Slytherins. They were left in a dark, gray atmosphere and Kyran was aware that their solitude would be breached. Something would catch their scent. Although he was aware that he created enemies with some of the strongest creatures here, he was also aware that with Fala around the 'scent' wouldn't come out right. Perhaps her presence would by them some time.

The hands that were cupping her shoulder moved now, down her arms until he could place them at the side of her torso. Oddly enough, he was now leaning against Fala so that her head would rest against his chest. Once she was this close to him, the arms at her side wrapped around her mid-back, holding her as if she was some long lost lover of his. The wand was safely pointed away from her face, but it was now focused on her back. At this angle he allowed his cheek to rest against her hair, his eyes staring at the trunk of the tree behind them. He didn't want to explain that he was using the girl, her perfume – the soap, whatever she had hanging upon her skin to cover his own scent. It might have been a ridiculous gesture, but it would work. Right now he didn't want to expose the chaos that would break out if they knew he had entered their forest again.

He held her to him for more than one minute, and with the way he cradled her within his embrace it might have seemed like he had done it because he truly cared for her. “Answers will cease my searching, just as it would quench anyone's curiosity,” was his response, not going into the details. If the girl decided that she wanted to open up to Kyran, then his ears would be open for her. But if she had decided that being closed up was more beneficial to her, then so be it. It wasn't like Kyran was truly hiding anything, perhaps the girl just failed to ask the right questions. Fala chose to be vague with him, and he could only project similar responses. There would be a point where the girl would finally cave in, for that he was sure of.

“Do you like being held like this?” he asked, hiding the amusement in his tone. Right now he sounded airy, gentle, as if this was a tender moment for himself. Because his head was facing away from her, she would be unable to see the sort of smirky expression he wore through the entire process.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

It would have never crossed her mind that Kyran would have made enemies in the forest, and was only getting close to her in order to mask his scent with hers. She wasn't sure from the start what his reaction to her words would be, but what she was certain of was that his proximity made her almost painfully aware of him. He was probably playing some kind of game with her, and she was falling for it like an idiot. Though if she was to be called an idiot...she wasn't sure, after all...physical reaction could not be controlled, this had not been a rationally made decision. Fala had had no say in it at all...

Her eyes remained wide as she felt his hands move over her through her robes, and in no time at all...he suddenly had his arms around her, and she had to tilt her head forward in order to rest her forehead, rather than her nose, against his chest. She thought that she could feel the echoes of his heartbeat, but couldn't be sure, and she refused to turn her head in order to press her ear close and know for sure.

What she did feel for certain though was the air entering and leaving his chest; his breathing felt and sounded considerably normal. But who was she to decide whether someone was being genuine or not depending on the reactions in their body? After all she was no expert, and not any one human was the same; everyone reacted in different ways.

Could she believe that he was being sincere? He'd been acting so very differently only moments before. Though...in his defense, he wasn't the most "normal" boy at this school. Fala couldn't read or predict his moods for the majority of the time, and it frustrated her. She felt unbalanced, with nothing to hold on to in order to regain her equilibrium.

Well...she'd decided moments earlier to just tell him, consequences be damned. And now she could benefit from at somehow, at least...if she told him what he wanted to know, she would see whether he was holding her with genuine intent or whether his actions were only meant to pry the information out of her. 'Do you like being held like this?' The girl blinked into the shadows caused by her long ebony hair and his chest. She'd not only heard his tone with her ears, but had also felt it vibrate through his rib cage and...it'd sounded real. Fala nearly cursed aloud,

"I think there will be more attacks...the times are changing..."

Danger was building along the horizon like a severe thunderstorm, ready to strike once it'd accumulated enough force; she could almost taste it on the air, the way one could smell rain before it's arrival, "This group, they are dangerous people." she wanted to look at him, to see the reactions on his face. Did he already know this? Or was this new information for him?

"That is all I know."

And she spoke the truth, her father had been extremely vague. Oh what a loyal daughter she was, spilling the man's secret only an hour after he'd shared it with her. It served him right, he was the reason she was this way. Aubin Roussuea could reap what he'd sown and Fala only wished that she could see the expression on his face at the bitter taste before she met her doom.

Fala had ignored the boy's question, about whether she liked being held in that way, and truthfully she couldn't answer until she knew the reason behind this physical affection.

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WORDS - 710
NOTES - I set fireeee to the rainnn
CREDIT made by mee

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

He listened, gave her his all. While he had been expecting her response to be from the physical contact, Fala was blurting out information about the wizards, how she assumed there would be more attacks and that this was a serious epidemic. Kyran didn't expect for her to respond in this matter, and now he wasn't sure what to say to her. Although he was using her for some sort of body-protection; he was not using her for a carriage of information. Why had she told him? He really didn't think she would have, and he assumed that she would have held off. It worried him, to some extent. Why would she betray the person who had given her the info? And from what he could tell, lining up her absence with Fala's father, that he would have been the perpetrate to the entire devastation that happened to Hogsmeade. As a Sinclair, and a pure-blood descendent, of course he knew some of what had happened....but for the people's identities, they were still excluded until now.

For the moment he just held her there, thinking of what he should do or say. She hadn't responded to his question about being held, so he could only assume that she didn't want to talk about it or she didn't like it, and was afraid of what Kyran might think if she voiced her opinion. Slowly, he took in some air and held it in his chest. The Rousseau family were involved, the Sinclair next to them, and who else was listed as a possible threat? So far, he could not connect a pattern for Slytherin or pure-bloods, but perhaps the Rousseau family were in need of assistance like the Sinclair secretly was? If his parents accepted this new cult-like group, would it have been out of money? Even if he had pried at the girl playfully, he hadn't exactly expected her to confess – maybe she had left for other reasons that he couldn't comprehend, but the suspicion that grew in him turned out to be right.

When he had enough of Fala's scent beneath his nose, he stepped back and moved her against the trunk again. It wasn't a forceful gesture, rather, he was merely giving her space. The arms that were once around her unraveled and he took one more step back so they were half an arms length away. His emerald eyes shifted to the girl's almost colorless ones, watching her as if she had been an animate corpse. The look he was giving her was a curious one, and his lips remained in a thin line, as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't quite form the words just yet. How should he handle this? It wasn't as if she had asked why Kyran wanted to know, whether his family was involved, or exactly the right questions were Kyran could give just enough away while being completely vague.

In this situation, Fala wasn't the type of person to receive this much information and be done. No, she was now a piece of the bigger picture. With his arms back to his side he kept the wand faced toward the ground, refusing to lift it. He couldn't offer her advice, couldn't give her another route... she would simply be stuck as she was now, forced to pick her own path as soon as she graduated from Hogwarts. If it was family related, it wasn't something Kyran could offer assistance on – he was already six-feet under with his own. “I see,” was all the he could finally offer. There was no way he was going to bother the girl for more, he truly didn't want to get too caught up in it. Just as so, he was still biding his time until his parents requested something of Kyran.

Perhaps he was looking for a request similar in Fala's father, though she had yet to say otherwise.

Strange, awkward things happened all the time in the wizarding world, but why did this feel beyond his own control? He would not stop it, would not seek it, but he felt it would sit at his feet anyway. Kyran already knew this much, but it felt so odd hearing it from someone else's mouth. “Are you going back soon?” he asked instead, wondering if she was to leave this dangerous place... or if she had something else on her mind.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Silence...

He didn't respond for quite some time, remaining close to her. Perhaps he was processing the information, mulling it over, trying to figure out whether to use it....and if so, how to use it. Fala remained still, even closing her eyes, and kept silent. Being quiet was not an effort for her, therefore she slowly found herself relaxing, keeping her ears sharp for any creature that may come out this far near the edge of the forest. It wasn't likely that they'd be attacked, but better to be safe than sorry. Or maybe she'd shocked him, maybe she'd misread his intent. Fala bit her lower lip softly, and raised her head a little.

However before she could try to take a peek at his face, he stepped away, and her back was pressed to the trunk once more. The Slytherin boy then took another step back, Fala's eyes on him. She gave a slow blink, then pulled a deep breath into her lungs and exhaled. Fala had noted where his wand was pointed, though she refused to show any reaction in relation to this, in stead leaning silently against the tree as she waited for him to utter something, anything.

Kyran had indeed released her once she had given him information, but rather than assuming that he'd hugged her merely to prod the secrets out of her, Fala now wasn't sure as to what was going through the boy's head at all. She was even more confused than before, and it was unbelievably frustrating.

He wasn't saying anything in relation to what she'd said, other than 'I see.', then changing the subject by asking her if she would head back to Hogwarts soon. Strange. Kyran...did he not want to dig for more? see if she knew more? Fala's head tilted slightly to one side, and her words were soft,

"Yes, I should get back." she pushed herself a little off the tree, so she would no longer be leaning against it, then reached up and slipped a delicate hand through her ebony hair. "Are you going back? Or do you intend to stay?" her eyes tore from him to look around at their quickly darkening surroundings. Fala had never been here when it was this dark, and she felt that the darkness was both comforting and a little frightening. It felt different from the cold darkness they'd experienced in the dungeons, that was for sure.

She had to be blunt now, or she'd likely never get around to asking, "Why did you mention dating?" Fala hadn't dated anyone since Linus, not that she was opposed to dating. She was simply surprised that he'd mentioned it, having never thought that he was interested in that sort of thing...

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TAG - kyrann
WORDS - 563
NOTES - I set fireeee to the rainnn
CREDIT made by mee

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