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Post by kate debois. on Apr 15, 2008 17:12:50 GMT -5
  kate debois.
baby's got blue skies up ahead
and in this i'm a rain cloud
you know we got a stormy kind of love.She'd first contemplated going to the bar for a drink. She sure wanted one, and felt like it was a more probable place to meet unsuspecting strangers, and possibly cute ones at that. But for some reason, she'd decided against it at the last minute. After all, the sun was setting, and if she went to the bar, she might have gotten drunk as bloody hell. It was quite the possibility, along with the stranger thing, because she had a nasty habit of getting drunk when she started drinking. So plus-one point for responsibility, she had avoided that dangerous, potentially regrettable road to choose the wiser. Take a calming walk by by the loch. After all, she hadn't really ever had the time to appreciate its delicate beauty; still and fragile, the surface versatile and durable against nearly any intrusion. As she walked slowly down by the shore, she watched the small waves lap at the sandy coast, making gentle purring sounds as it retreated.
It was sure a sight worth seeing. But she would have rather been drinking. Sure, it was stupid, but Kate couldn't help her subconcious. It was an undeniable urge. So, she tried to forget about it. Shaking her head slightly, she swished her school-bus yellow golashes {the kind that went up to your knees} around in the smooth pebble bed, making little yet satisfactory holes. It was rather overcast as the light faded from the day, but that was Scotland for you. The clouds rolled slow and steady across the colossal mountain peaks, churning and leaving gentle wisps in their wake. She hummed as she walked along, contemplating simple things, really. Then, in a sudden burst of inspiration, she twirled about, her dark navy overcoat flopping about in the slight breeze she created.
Smiling, she continued on, watching as a flock of birds took off with loud even swoops, gaining altitude with each flap. They were elegant and graceful, and Kate admired them. She often wished she could fly, even just for a day. With real wings, no magic. Just her and her body soaring through the air with no assistance from anything or anyone. It would be spectacular. Huffing, she tugged at her gray cord sweater, wriggling her impatient legs in her black jeans. She was bored, godammit, and company at the bar still seemed tempting. But she knew she had chosen what was 'best' for her, so she took some small sense of pride in that, at least. Maybe she'd come across the ol' monster and he could keep her company. She supposed they'd have a lovely chat, if he was nice enough to join her. If only.
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Post by Clyde Taggart on May 21, 2008 0:07:49 GMT -5
The day was ending, the night-time events were starting up, but the expression on Clyde's face was irritably bored. In the morning he and his friend had planned for a day of hanging out at the Loch Ness, but by mid-afternoon each and everyone had managed to get themselves somehow stuck inside the castle or some place else. One had a detention for raucous behaviour in the corridors, the other had changed his mind to go for a date with his girlfriend, another landed himself in the hospital wing after a fight with one of the Sournois, the list went on. Clyde decided to strike out by himself, hoping to find some sort of entertainment. Surely, there must be something interesting to occupy him, but alas, the day's bad luck was not meant to end just yet. He was one of the oldest students in the Lock Ness at the moment, not many eighth years were out and about today. So here he was, stuck inside some stupid, half-empty café, staring bleakly out the window at the people passing by, chattering happily with their friends. No one made to approach Clyde; he didn't know any of the younger years enough. He did recognize some seventh or sixth year girls, but they were both with their gangs of friends. Clyde scowled. He didn't feel like putting up with that twittering noise the younger girls made when they giggled and gossiped. The street was getting less populated by the second, the light was fast fading, so Clyde heaved himself out of his chair. The mistress of the café called out to him, but he just nodded at her half-heartedly.
As soon as he stepped onto the almost deserted street, he was at a loss for where to go. The breeze chilled his arms, the wind cutting through the thin fabric of his long-sleeved, plain white shirt. He was grateful for the sneakers, at the least. It wasn't often that he put them on, but today they served their purpose of protecting his feet from the weather. Suppressing a shiver, he turned towards the lake. Perhaps there would be something of interest there, though Clyde had little hopes of that. Unless the loch ness monster itself was going to explode out of the lake in all its fury, there would be nothing interesting about the lake. Scenery wasn't a strong point in Clyde's amusement books. He was too spoiled by the thrill of Quidditch games.
Sighing, he made his way down to the lake shore. The daylight was now almost gone, the clouds overhead turning a dark grey, blocking out the stars that were surely out already behind them. He stared out across the relatively still, black water, not thinking about anything in particular. In the corner of his vision he noticed a movement. He looked to his right, squinting into the dim light. It was a person. He tried to focus a bit more, but the figure was too far away to make out any more details. Shrugging to himself, he turned and walked in the direction of the other. Perhaps something useful could be dredged out from this otherwise boring day.
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Post by kate debois. on May 25, 2008 18:57:11 GMT -5
kate debois. baby's got blue skies up ahead
and in this i'm a rain cloud
you know we got a stormy kind of love. As the sun sunk further towards the abyss of the night, the weather dropped as well. Coldness came as the light faded on the surface of the rippling loch, enveloping the professor in its dark embrace, despite her thick navy coat. Suddenly becoming aware of her distance from the town, and the time of day, she stopped in the pebble bed, looking across the water to the town, to where the lights had begun to ignite slowly in each little window and shop. The town was quite a walk back. Sure, for a witch or wizard, it was no problem to just apparate back in the town, snug and safe. But Kate wasn't a typical witch. She didn't like to use her magic as much as most did. In some ways, she was like a muggle stuck in a magical body. All she cared for was the earth and those she loved. Magic wasn't a bit deal to her, and she didn't use it when she didn't need to.
Some called her sort of spoiled for it, but she didn't try to act righteous or anything, it was just her own personal style, really. As she realized it would take her a good half an hour to walk back, she pulled up her boots a bit and walked up the ridge to the grassy bit and decided it was probably best to, instead of fretting about her way back, sit and relax and watch the sunset. Sighing, she sat down in the dew-covered grass and watched the colors blend and intertwine as they died in the dark. It was a beautiful, under appreciated sight, and Kate smiled as she watched the day die. However, a new motion attracted her attention. It was a small crab, crawling out of the pebble bed to inspect the area.
A smile crept across the proffessor's face as she opened her soft palm. The crab eyed it cautiously, backing away, then crawling in hastily, resting there as she brought it up to her level. "Why aren't you just the most special thing I've seen all day?" She chuckled to it, watching it gaze at her with beady, uncertain eyes. She pet its shell with two of her fingers, softly as it cringed beneath her. The thing was harmless, but it was also vulnerable in her care. "Don't worry," she assured it. "I'll take proper care of you." Then she looked back to the sunset, petting the little thing all the while.
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Post by Clyde Taggart on May 30, 2008 0:26:16 GMT -5
Clyde walked along the sandy shore of the grey-black lake, leaving a trail of footprints behind him. He had his arms in the pockets of his jeans, and he looked out over the horizon as he walked. The impossibly dull was way finally, finally ending. Soon he'd be able to go back to the academy and meet up with his friends. The thought cheered him up, but only marginally. He didn't know whether his friends would even be there, since so many of them were in some kind of trouble. He half-scowled, and shook his head in disbelief.
Looking ahead, he could see the other figure clearly, as he was only a few yards away. It took him a little bit to decipher the form, but he suddenly realized that it was Professor Debois. His spirits fell a bit. Clyde didn't even have Care of Magical Creatures and it was one of his worser subjects. Critters, whether they be cute and cuddly, vicious and fierce, or something in between, didn't interest him to the point that he was make an effort to learn in the class. He didn't know the extraordinarily young Professor, but he didn't mind for some conversation. He would go back to the village soon anyway, and killing some time would help.
He cleared his throat as he got closer, trying not to startle her, for she seemed rather lost in thought as she looked out at the sunset. "Hello, Professor." He said, not entirely sure what to say at this point. She was so young she could have been mistaken for a student, but since she taught a class, it was right to be respectful. Clyde was torn, but he decided for neutral; something in between that wouldn't attract attention. "What brings you out here to the lake?" Wow, Clyde thought, that was stupid. But it was the best he could come up with, so he just hoped that the Professor wouldn't mind his interruption.
[ooc; Yikes, sorry for crappy quality. Wasn't sure how to proceed. At least I posted now. ; D]
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Post by kate debois. on Jun 4, 2008 19:25:08 GMT -5
kate debois. baby's got blue skies up ahead
and in this i'm a rain cloud
you know we got a stormy kind of love. As the sun sank lower and lower, she sighed and let the small crab down to the pebble bed once more, watching it hesitantly scuttle off like some sort of confused mouse. Musing silently on the movements of the little thing, she suddenly became aware and distracted. A new, human form was coming towards her. Instinct moved her palm to rest on her jacket pocket where she kept her wand, immediately ready to flip it out and curse the potential enemy to oblivion. For as much as she tried to avoid using magic, Kate wasn't a weakling at it. She had to be a good witch to have such a nice job. However, soon enough she saw the male emerge from the darkness and realized that he wasn't a threat at all; he was a student whose name escaped her.
As he spoke to her, rather peevishly, she thought, she tried
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