not what it seems [Fala]

[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

There was a silence in the library. For an October afternoon, the sun had shown itself and took all of the students with it. Outside the window, Kyran could hear the noise of conversation and laughter. He had been sitting adjacent to one of the windows and had the corner of his potions book turned away from rays of sun light that trickled in. The option to go sit outside and do his work there never occurred to him. There was a peacefulness that came with being somewhat alone – aside from the librarian that would patrol the bookshelves. He felt his bottom eye lids get heavier, and he lifted one hand to cradled his face into his palm. Kyran curiously shoved his other hand toward the slit of sunshine upon his table. He felt the warmth under his palm, where the table had soaked in the heat. If that was the type of warmth he could feel when he crawled into bed, then he would get a restful sleep. But there was only the cold chill of nightmares waiting for him.

Then, he acted as if the sun light had burned him. Kyran retracted his hand quickly and moved his attention back to his book. Usually his concentration never wavered during school work, but this time he couldn't get his mind off of how his nights always ended. There was a fear within Kyran, one of the darkness that he dared never to admit. Without thinking, he closed his book shut and slowly stood up from his seat. He followed the rays of light that led him to one of the windows. The closer he got, the more he had to squint his eyes. When his vision adjusted, he peered down to the grounds below. He could see waves of students; each respectfully wearing the color of their house. Some of the colors mingled, while others stood a part. Mostly the striking colors of emerald were huddle into one corner.

Kyran reached his hand upward to unlatch the hook that held the library's window shut. Leaning into the window, he used his elbow to open it slowly. The sun felt hot against his black robes, but the chill of the October air felt refreshing against his face. He breathed in some of the fresh air, the muddled feeling in his head slowly disappearing. He knew he should have given himself a break. But honestly, Kyran didn't know how to be normal. The only normalcy for him was partaking in a game of Quidditch. He didn't have friends, just allies. He would never know the feeling of going out with a group of young men to enjoy a drink, laugh about girls or talk about how biased Professors could be.

And he was happy not having it that way. The way his mind worked was mature and logical. He could outwit someone if he needed; he observed every little movement of the students around him, even the undetected ones that thought they were safe – like a phantom. But he eyed them, steady in his position of being a prey. He knew the quiet ones were also capable of something great.

After he took one more breath of air, he leaned forward to bring the window shut and readjusted the hook into the latch. He pushed against the window once to make sure it was secure. Then, he turned around and stood there awhile, letting the warmth rest against his back.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She sat at one of the tables in the library, cheek pressed to the cover of the many books she'd taken from their shelves and piled up around her for her reading pleasure. Though perhaps 'pleasure' wasn't the right word; Fala was unbelievably bored. And even if she were feeling focused enough to read the books she'd chosen, the subject she'd chosen was considerably more dry than she'd expected.

Fala had gotten her hands on most of the books mentioning hexes, curses or dark magic in the Hogwarts Library, but the mentions were very few and far in between. Even when she found a paragraph, or a sentence--if she was less fortunate--about some sort of dark magic, the information wasn't very clear and often times only explained how one can defend oneself against such magic. She supposed the knowledge could be helpful for her trips home, some last defense against her father's wrath. But she could easily learn these things in Defense Against the Dark Arts; Fala wanted to explore the subject from the other perspective.

Grey-blue eyes flicked in the direction of the Restricted Section and she sighed wistfully. All of that knowledge, it was right there, but still out of reach. Rosy lips twisted into something close to a snarl and she resisted the urge to throw all of the books on her desk to the floor, or at the heads of all of the students around her.

A cool breeze pushed a lock of her ebony hair over her eyes and she frowned, momentarily distracted from her frustrated rage. Slowly she raised her head and peered through two of the book piles to see a black-haired boy holding one of the windows open just a table away. Her eyes narrowed until she saw the grey and green tie fluttering slightly in the small breeze coming in through the window. Pushing a hand through her hair she sighed and then gasped when someone bumped into her table hard enough to topple one of the book piles right onto her head.

She had a hand pressed to her aching head as she stood, eyes locating the group of 5th year Gryffindors who were responsible for the mess. Fala narrowed her eyes, "Apologize." Her voice was feminine and not overly strong, but she could make herself heard when she wanted to, and her tone carried a certain amount of authority. They all turned to her and laughed, "Oh shut it, Freak!"

Fala whipped out her wand and hand it pointed at the group of boys in a blink. While she hadn't had much luck with finding hexes or curses in these books, she'd learned her fair share just from listening in on conversations in the Slytherin common room. She could easily make each of those boys very sorry that they ever chose to mess with her.

Of course there would be consequences, but she was too furious for the rational part of her mind to take over long enough for her to put her wand down. Her delicate shoulders trembled and a cold fire burned in her eyes. The majority of the students around them were Slytherin, and there was no staff around. She could get away with it. She could.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

The atmosphere within the library broke, and the calm demeanor that Kyran had worked hard to achieve suddenly shattered. He took a step away from the windows to see what the commotion was about. He noticed there was a group of Gryffindors huddled together, shoulder to shoulder. Their eyes were wide and glossy, stunned. Kyran followed their startled gazes to a fellow Slytherin holding her wand toward them. Following the length of the female's body, he noted the scattered books upon the floor. While he had been in earshot distance of words being exchanged, he had failed to see the books land upon the girl's head. The image appeared all too wrong. Not to mention that there wasn't any staff members wondering around.

The group of Gryffindors seemed to back away from the Slytherin girl. One of the boys in the group held up their hands and said, “We're sorry. We didn't mean anything. It was just an accident.” And with that said, one of the taller boys reached his long arm over and tried to usher the group to an area in the back of the library. Yet, the entire time that they were trying to vacate the premises, they all had their beady eyes turned in Fala's direction. It was the tell tale sign of fear.

Kyran could tell the group didn't trust the girl. One wrong movement, sound, or facial expression and it could have set the girl off. They didn't know what the female was capable of, and neither did Kyran. He had only viewed her as a dutiful student, private and reserved – but overtly good mannered when it came to interacting with people, that is, if she liked you. But he had never been graced with the opportunity to see the dark side of her; the side that wanted to pull out her wands against an unruly group of boys. Being in an educational environment always bred stress and anxiety, but it was the social structures and the secrets back at home that got caught up to people. And here, at this moment, was the perfect time for Fala to take out her frustrations on a group of kids.

Was her anger elevated because they were Gryffindors, or was Fala so independently rash that she felt she needed to prove herself? Houses versus persona.

But there was something about the look that the baby-faced one in the group gave, that said he never knew what it was like to be yelled at or hit with a curse. And that was got Kyran to walk up aside to Fala and take the girl's wrist – the one with the hand that was holding the wand – into his own palm. He held her arm there lightly, giving more than enough room for her to rip it away. It was his way of telling her that she should restrain herself. Not out of authority or care for the other student, but maybe as a fellow Slytherin.

Or possibly because Kyran was so simple that he didn't want the library to be turned over with cries of agony, and he wanted to go back to the solace of his quiet study time. In his touch alone he could tell Fala's flesh was considerably chilled to his own, and Kyran assumed it was because he had just took a slight sun bath.

“You got your apology,” Kyran said. Though he turned and waited for her attention, hating that feeling that came with his own actions. It screamed justice, but he really didn't care.

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[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Lucky for the boys, none of them took out their own wands in order to try and cast a spell against her first. Fala would have reacted first and thought later; which might have turned out badly for everyone involved. The one who'd called her a freak kept his mouth shut, eyes wide and staring at her wand. The apparently most reasonable of the brainless bunch apologized, and she felt her anger cool fractionally.

Her wand was still pointed at them, but she was now less likely to snap and send them all into the Hospital Wing. As they started walking away, her anger nearly turned into pleasure; she liked that they weren't taking their eyes off her, making their fear of her so very visible.

Fala was planning on keeping her wand up and pointed until they had all moved out of her sight. It was true that one of them had apologized, and it had slightly cooled her temper, but it had done nothing for her headache. Her head pounded painfully, causing her to press her lips together.

Then suddenly there was a warm hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding her wand up and she couldn't help but give a little start. Her head snapped to the side, eyes locking on Kyran. She'd been so focused on the Gryffindors that she hadn't heard him walk up to her. Stupid.

Normally she would have torn her arm away the moment his skin made contact with hers, but she remained perfectly still. Perhaps she was afraid that any movement of her own could cause her to snap before her anger dissipated enough. Sharp eyes flicked down to the hand wrapped around her wrist, then back up to Kyran's face.

The Gryffindors were long gone by the time she calmed down to relax her shoulders and give a little sigh. "I suppose I did." Fala didn't sound pleased, but she didn't look or sound furious anymore either. Grey-blue eyes slipped back down to their hands, "The danger's passed." It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, having his larger hand wrapped around her tiny wrist, but she was starting to notice that they had the attention of every student sitting close enough to have seen the whole incident.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Fala's head turned in his direction and their eyes met. He stared back into her pale gaze, the eye contract direct. There was something about the way that Kyran communicated with people, maybe because he was blunt and straight to the point or it was the way that his eyes didn't waver. At first he was expressionless, unmoving. They could have had a staring contest if Kyran hadn't blinked a few times. He could hear a few of the lingering students that took shelter behind the bookshelves, speaking to their friends, 'When did Kyran get involved? I am surprised just as you are that he didn't have his wand out along side her! But wait – why would Fala tolerate that? She's so frigid!'

There was his own frustration crawling beneath his skin now. He was getting less patient with the consistent rumors wrapped around himself, and now that he had put himself out there to interact with Fala, he might have been jeopardizing the female's reputation. Not to mention that sticking up for another house was considered out of character, especially a Slytherin. People were just reading it all wrong. Kyran didn't want to protect students he didn't know, he just wanted the library to stay consistent in its quiet atmosphere. He at least wanted to be a week ahead in his potions class, but it was getting increasingly difficult to study anywhere. Every crevice was overrun by gossiping chatter bugs.

When Fala's eyes shifted, he watched her gaze go to his hand wrapped around her wrist. There was a sense of authority and power in his grasp, but he slowly released Fala's arm. Returning his arm to his side he gave a polite nod of his head. The danger was never going to pass. Hogwarts harbored a disastrous social hierarchy, and their very interaction could topple it over. Fala would probably leave the library with her image intact, considering Kyran was also a Slytherin. And they were both peculiar, predominant figures. Known and secretive.

He moved around the girl's frame before kneeling down and stacking up the pile of books that had caused Fala's grievances. Once they were in a steady pile, he placed them upon the table that Fala had stationed herself at. She had gotten a decent spot away from the windows: just enough light to see but not enough to allow the daylight to ruin her focus. It was the spot Kyran would've picked if she hadn't already been preoccupying it. He saw one more book beneath the table and picked that one up, putting it next to the other piles. He was careful to not let it slip that he was reading the titles.

Perhaps he should have questioned Fala's tastes, none of them seem innocent. Even the most private witch couldn't hide the fact they were looking for more in their spells. After he gave one of the books a longer stare, giving his observation away, he glanced back up to Fala:

“I don't see the danger leaving.”

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She heard some of the whispers and tilted her head slightly to one side as she tried to listen more closely. My, what interesting things these children could come up with. She actually let him touch her. I thought she would hex him instantly. D'you think they're dating? Fala might have glared under other circumstances, but all of that frustration and anger had now left her feeling a little numb.

Fala wanted to leave it all as it was, books toppled over and all, then take a steaming bath and crawl into her bed. She became so tired of the day-to-day sometimes, especially if it involved social interactions such as the one she'd just had with those Gryffindors.

The books she'd gathered were likely all completely useless, a waste of her time. Fala wanted to scream and run into the Restricted Section like a madwoman, ripping books from their shelves and...

What a stupid fantasy that was. If she wanted any chance at grasping the knowledge she sought, Fala had to remain at Hogwarts. Being expelled and having to live with her father year round was a nightmare she'd rather not consider. She shivered slightly, suddenly feeling cold, then brought her attention back to the boy who'd taken it upon himself to save those stupid boys from her wrath.

Kyran released her wrist, and after a moment's hesitation, she lowered her arm and dropped her wand into the pocket of her robe. He gave her a nod, and she parted her lips to say something impulsive and almost venomous, but then stopped herself when she saw him kneel and pick up the books that'd toppled to the floor after they'd hit her.

He's picking the books up for her. Maybe he's trying to woo or court her, hahaha.

She watched him carefully, but she wouldn't have noticed how interested he was in the books she'd chosen until he gave one of the covers a longer stare. Interesting. Fala wondered if they shared the same interests. But she wasn't about to ask.

Then he spoke again, and Fala found herself feeling very intrigued. He wasn't being very blunt, but he was definitely more daring than most of the Slytherins she interacted with. Maybe they were all too afraid of her to imply what Kyran was implying. All of his actions so far indicated that he didn't fear her. Nor did he seem to find her repulsive or strange. This all had her feeling confused and unbalanced enough to do something very uncharacteristic, "Thank you."

Kyran had not only stopped her from getting into trouble through harming those students, but he'd also picked the books up for her. He hadn't been obligated to do that, he owed nothing to her. And what made it all the stranger was that...from what she knew about him, these actions were very atypical of him.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Out of all means to exchange conversation, he was not expecting a sign of gratitude. What little expression he had on his face, suddenly went stone cold. His eyes stared right at Fala's face, unmoving. If his eye lids didn't shift slightly, it might have looked like he was petrified. He kept repeating Fala's words in his head, trying to wrap his brain around what type of reaction he should do. But the only noise was the sound of a female student behind the two, who made it far too obvious that she took part in a gossip ring. It might have been the most unthoughtful thing he had done in awhile, but he pulled out his wand and gave a simple: “Stupefy.”

The direction of his wand was pointed just a few centimeters to the left of Fala, and a bright wave of crimson light shot out and hit the girl that had been narrating Kyran and Fala's interaction. At the same time, it appeared as though his eyes didn't leave the female Slytherin's face. It was then he gave Fala a gentle smile and allowed himself to glance over her shoulder to see an unconscious Hufflepuff girl sprawled out on the ground next to the book shelf. The Ravenclaw female she had been talking to knelt down beside the Hufflepuff and seemed to be shaking her awake. The Ravenclaw lifted her head and looked around the library, a gesture that meant she was silently requesting for someone to help her.

No one seemed to budge, and that is when Kyran placed his wand away just as quickly as he retrieved it. There had been a moderate silence before, but now the air was dead. The change of ambiance within the library made Kyran feel a little awkward. And he wondered to himself if someone was going to tip-toe out of the area to get a member of the staff. Then his eyes shot back to Fala, and he gave her a somewhat accusing stare. If only she hadn't thanked him, he wouldn't have slipped up. He always tried his best to stay on good terms while in Hogwarts; he avoided general duels.

His actions were completely hypocritical. Hadn't he just stopped Fala from doing what she wanted? But perhaps that is what separated the two in character: he did not take a wand out as a threat, but he used it accordingly. When a good minute passed on by, and he saw the Hufflepuff finally stir and come to – the library continued with its sounds. There were whispers, but they were far too quiet for Kyran to hear, and it was a good thing. He wasn't sure if he could withstand hearing either his name or Fala's name. But he knew this would come back to him, as eventually everything does.

Kyran also wondered how Fala had felt, being mere centimeters from his spell. If he had made any error, as mortals often did, she would have fallen victim to the stunning effects. Though the only thing he could do now was glance behind him to see that a student had preoccupied his table where he once sat. And he had been particularly fond of the table Fala was occupying. He looked back to her, his expression not so daring, but curious. “Do you mind if I join you?”

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Fala stared back, unblinking. She saw his expression change, but she didn't know what it meant. They both remained unmoving for who knew how long. It could have been moments, or minutes. Neither of them changed their expression or posture until Kyran suddenly took out his wand and stupefied someone behind her. Fala had certainly not seen that coming. The close had been very close to touching her, but she hadn't even had time to decide whether she trusted his aim before he'd thrown the spell at his unsuspecting victim. Kyran's eyes were still locked on her own, but she couldn't hide the surprise she felt at his action. He'd just stopped her from doing something similar to those Gryffindors, then went and did something reckless himself. She wasn't angry, surprisingly, but rather more intrigued. He smiled at her then and looked behind her to see the damage his spell had caused.

She followed his gaze, looking over her shoulder to see that the girl laying on the floor was a Hufflepuff. From one perspective, she was more innocent than those Gryffindors, but from Fala's perspective she was just as guilty; running her stupid little mouth. The bitch had deserved it. Expressionless eyes watched as a Ravenclaw girl tried to wake the one who'd been gossiping. The Ravenclaw girl looked up and wordlessly asked for help, and it pleased Fala immensly when no one moved to do so.

Soon he lost interest in the scene and turned to face Kyran again, just in time to see his accusing stare. Her brows went up in silent question. Maybe he was angry to be associated with someone such as herself, someone often gossiped about. Fala hadn't heard much about him until now, but she was sure that she would hear his name being whispered in all sorts of places in Hogwarts following this incident. She looked back again to see the Hufflepuff girl get up and leave with her Ravenclaw friend as quickly as possible, the fear almost like a tangible bubble around them. Fala smirked.

Kyran seemed unwilling to stop surprising her. He wanted to sit with her? She looked from her piles of books to the boy standing before her, "I don't mind." She then took a step back and sat down in her chair, eyes never leaving him. Fala knew that she was capable of staring for hours, but she might as well resume her useless search for dark magic. Opening the book she'd previously been resting her cheek on with a snap, Fala tried to focus on the section devoted to the recorded cases of Hurling Hexes but her head still hurt. Closing her eyes momentarily, she slipped a delicate hand over her forehead, then down and back to the nape of her neck. Some of the books that'd fallen on her head had been rather large, and she definitely felt their effect now.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

There were varying degrees in how Kyran interacted with people. His question could have been to see how Fala would react to him; it could have been because the other table had a wizard who was not a Slytherin, or maybe because he wanted to investigate the reason why Fala was indulging into the dark arts. When Fala confirmed that it was okay to join her, he turned around and went back to the table where he left his potions book. The student that was now sitting there kept his head down, but Kyran could tell that their eyes weren't focused on the reading – he could sense that the person wanted him to leave as soon as possible. He grabbed his book, and turned back around to slip into the seat across from Fala.

He watched one side of her face, considering the pile of books were hiding the other. She was moving her hands, the typical gesture a person did when they were suffering from a headache or stress. After all, he hadn't seen the entire ordeal with the Gryffindors to know that the heavy books fell upon her head. Not like Kyran would attempt trying to mend or heal Fala with spells, he felt that he was incapable to help others through magic, because there had always been a slithering contempt dwelling in his veins. Using his right index finger, he shifted to another page of his potions book, but he was still watching the female Slytherin.

Why should he care if Fala was giving herself away when it came to her search? Had she wanted to harm someone? Kyran was a kin to curses and hexes. He knew the feeling of them as if they were a handshake from a friend. But whatever Fala was doing was her own business and a personal one at that. He would have ignored her if it hadn't been for the fact that she pulled out her wand, and he couldn't even set an example by it. To his dismay, his wand ended up being out, but he had a hard time dealing what with people say – rather then what they do.

It was the Hufflepuff's fault that she had witnessed Fala's moment of frustration, with her wand out. The Hufflepuff had felt safe because Kyran had broke up the fight, in which she concluded she was justified to run her mouth. And in return, he wanted to prove a point and teach her a lesson. He was certain that she would still gossip, but it would never be within Kyran's range of hearing.

“I don't believe there's an essay yet for Defense Against the Dark Arts. And if there was going to be one, even in the slightest of mention, I would know.” Kyran glanced down to his book then, knowing he was ahead in potions because the Professor always announced, 'next week will be covering-' so then he'd go back and start his readings ahead of time. Though the Professor of the dark arts was always notifying the work load, day by day. There was a question in his voice, but he offered none. It was hard to tell if he was prying or accusing Fala.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Fala opened her eyes just in time to watch through the piles of books as Kyran went to what had to be his old table and pick up the book he'd left there. He then sat across from her, partially blocked from view by one of the book mountains. Would it be weird if she moved the books so as to see him fully? Might be awkward, but...seeing just half of his face was a bit odd as well. Fala sighed, closed her eyes again and massaged her temples. She really wasn't the type to mull over such trivial things. Really.

Her skin tingled slightly, the way it happened when she sensed that she was being watched. Opening her eyes once more, Fala found herself meeting Kyran's gaze--well rather, half of it.

There was no one in particular who she'd like to harm--well other than that James Potter and his friends--but she just wanted to be prepared. Knowing about dark magic raised her chances of being able to use it in a tough situation, or defend herself from it more effectively. She didn't have to explain herself to anyone. Though perhaps she could discuss the matter if the person she was speaking with held the same interests, or if she could trust them...at least enough for them to run and tell a professor. Fala couldn't give a rat's behind if someone went around telling students. Hell, the more students they told, the better. It would scare away the idiots, and perhaps the draw the kind of company she might actually enjoy.

"I'm all caught up on this week's work. I'm looking at these books out of curiosity." The girl shrugged her frail shoulders, no shame or apology evident in her demeaner. She was who she was. If whoever she was interacting with found it weird that she could be so far ahead in her studies and was reading simply to sate her curiosity could fuck off and bother someone else. Fala didn't particularly care if he was accusing her or simply prying. She supposed he'd earned the right to know a little about her. The way he'd stupiefied that stupid Hufflepuff had amused her quite a bit. He was quite strange, and she liked that.

"Have you never been curious, Kyran?"

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Watching the female through a half-vision was becoming unsatisfactory. He took the girl's words and question in stride. There were a lot of things about her that had baffled him. Possibly because she was direct and not timid. It seemed she didn't pay attention to his heritage; his name. She had called him by his first name, something a friend would do. Allies were custom to using the last name, considering Hogwarts ran on legacies. His eyes shifted to the pile of books and he started to move a forth of the stack to set it on the other side of the table. Now there was enough space for the two to look eye to eye. Some part of him didn't want to answer her question, because the way he was behaving was reflective of his own curiosity.

He reached his hands over and took the book from Fala quickly, moving it clock wise so that it was facing his direction. Kyran glanced down to the page and noticed she was reading about Hurling Hexes. There was a hint of surprise as he looked up for a second, and then back down at the book's context. After he was done double checking the reading, he reached over to take a few more books from the book pile and place it on the other half. Now they were near the same height, but instead of the vision of Fala being blocked, he seemed to have built a barrier between the two. This distance somewhat bothered him. And for a split second he thought about shoving the books off of the table in general.

“The strong are curious,” he finally answered when he was done with moving books around. It would be difficult for Fala to get her book back, not unless she got out of her chair and came around to his side, due to the sufficient book-wall he built. “I imagine I must have been curious many of times.” Aside from speaking to a Professor about assignments, this was probably the longest conversation he had with a student outside of class. “And that means I am curious about Hurling Hexes. Are you attempting to rig a Quidditch game in your favor, Fala?”

He purposely used her first name, going with the flow. Kyran highly doubted that Fala saw them as a friend, but she had made an implication he couldn't refuse. “Or is it not anything to do with hurling, but with having more hexes?” There was a topic he could help with, but he would yet to offer it to her. Mostly because he knew the power behind them, the hate that it brought. Kyran lifted a hand to place his mouth behind his fingers, hiding a slight smile. Except he couldn't conceal the light in his eyes.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Fala stared and waited patiently for the boy's response. When she did blink, her lids moved slow, lazy as if she wasn't very interested in their conversation. But she was interested, very interested. The girl blinked three times quickly however when Kyran started moving the books, having not expected that from him. Soon enough, she didn't have to look at him with just one eye, her view of him no longer blocked by the book piles.

When he moved again, it was to yet again surprise her by taking her book out from right under her nose. His action was so surprising, and he moved so quickly that she didn't have time to react until he already had the book in front of him and out of her reach. But she kept quiet, waiting to see what his intentions were. She reacted to his slightly surprised look with a small quirk of her lips before her expression returned to the usual, cold mask.

Her head tilted to the side as she watched him build somethign like a barrier between them. Had the moved the books blocking her view from him only to build yet another obstacle betwen them? How strange. Perhaps this boy wasn't so much interesting, but as insane as rumours claimed her to be. But then again, his being insane would be interesting in itself.

She liked his answer quite a bit, and stored that line in her memory for later use. The strong are curious. How very true. His next words made it evident that he claimed himself to be strong. Kyran therein not only gave off the impression that he was curious and strong, but also confident. In Fala's opinion, that was a very good combination.

"Rigging a Quidditch game is of no interest to me."

Fala took note of how he used her first name, but made no comment; she had set the example after all. His next words made her raise her brows; she was impressed. Either he was very observant, or was also interested in having more hexes. Both were respectable traits to have. Her lips parted as she prepared to say something, but she froze when she saw the amusement in his eyes. "Are you laughing at me?"

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

He wondered what devilish things this woman was wanting to do. Further more, he wondered what had urged Fala to seek for power. Kyran knew the teachings of morality and ethics, and it occurred to him that great people could also be remembered for their good deeds, but it was history of killers and murders—the pure evil that made a person a legend; most likely there would be a movie made up about them. Though it was different for wizards, the mere fame they would get is a portrait on the wall or a book written about them, and if they were lucky a muggle would pick up the tale of some old criminal in the wizarding world, and then it would become a famous movie. It didn't surprise him that she wasn't interested in rigging a Quidditch game, why would she be?

After all, Kyran only questioned her with jest. Although he was being completely serious in his curious endeavor, he did recognize that people tended to clam up when he was so forth coming. But at her last question he moved his hand and exposed the smile that had graced and lived on his face. The muscles in his face moved slightly as he lowered his mouth, and he closed his lids halfway to show the narrow curve of his dark eye lashes. The hand he had covered his mouth with moved downward so that he could tap his index finger on Fala's book; the one he was scoping out. A person could often tell someone's personality, just based on what they read. And it was clear as day that Fala was searching for power in knowledge – it may not have been necessarily evil intent, but it was still a dangerous journey.

When he gave Fala enough time to show that he was thinking now, his eyes flashed up at hers. They were stern and steady, and it was the type of direct eye contact that would be used for the greatest of mind invaders. She would be able to see the unnatural flecks of yellow hidden in his emerald eyes, but the hand that had been tapping at the book reached forward. He weaved that same finger under a lock of Fala's hair, and he had done this gracefully by leaning slightly forward against the table. The length of his arm had been enough.

With a turn of his finger, the width of Fala's hair was now pressed into his thumb, and it appeared as though he was feeling it for its soft texture. If she did try to lean back, she would not be able to move easily, for he was holding it with sturdy fingers. “I fear it would not be in my best interest to laugh at a lady,” then he used the finger to slowly curl the hair around his finger.

“But I reserve a smile for her, just the same.”