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[Erin A. Van Delaire]

erin van delaire,

A definite chill had wrapped itself around the castle, a thin mist had settled on the grounds and cast a pale glow over the landscape. It was still early, no more than eight o'clock. At this time, on a weekend, most people would still be in their beds, blissfully sheltered from the cold, but Erin couldn't sleep. There was nothing particularly troubling her, one of the girls the next room over had simply had a coughing fit, which had awoken the brunette, who found it impossible to return to her sleepy state. Following this, Erin had attempted to dress herself as quietly as possible, and had succeeded, seeing as all three of her roommate remained tucked up in their beds, hair splayed out on the pillow, deep in sleep.

She had tiptoed out past the Slytherin common room, out through the large wooden doors, and into the grounds. The air had hit her like running into a wall, the climate outside was very different from the warm confines of the castle, but she braved the weather, pulling her over coat more tightly around herself, and stepping out into the grounds. Her dark hair had been pushed away from her face by the sharp wind, softly curled tendrils whipping occasionally at her cheekbones. The cold air beat against her face, making her cheeks pink slightly, and darkening the red colour of her lips.

She wasn't entirely sure where she was headed, at present, she was walking through a grassy area, covered by dense but small trees, clearing every so often to reveal a simple patch of grass. The ground was dry, the wind had not been accompanied by rain. She longed to sit down in one of the clearings, just for the sake of it, but knew her mother would be horrified. Thinking, she wasn't sure why this bothered her. Her mother couldn't see, nor would anyone else be able to. It was, after all, very early, and the grounds were, as far as she could see, deserted. Biting her lip, she deliberated for a few seconds. Throwing caution to the wind, she paced forward a few more steps, seating herself at the base of a stout looking tree. She leaned gently against it, closing her eyes, so that her lashes grazed her cheeks.

[Nathaniel Chadwick]

The uneven shapes that the clouds were forming above were unnerving the boy that stood beneath. The wind was whistling gently, forcing the leaves to rattle and audibly delve into a noise. Loose pieces of grass withered as the whole of the garden shivered in silence. The boy stood alone, his eyes sullenly hovering over the small flowers that bloomed beside him. The song of the breeze continued onwards as the boy stood rigid, his cloak willowing behind him in a rhythmic pattern. The silence was submerging his whole aura in a calm manner and the breeze gave him a caressing shudder on his back. What made him so awfully calm? The question continued to simply settle and for a moment, he definitely didn’t want to move. The way that the whole place was stabilizing, made his heart skip a gentle beat. It was one of those few times in Hogwarts where Nathan Chadwick, did not want to rip a person’s head off. Exhaling, the boy pinned his gaze tightly at the skies above – they weren’t looking too good, but that was what he loved the most. Everything was so sodding beautiful.

Catching his breath, the boy placed on a tight cloak. The coat huddled on his shoulders and the burden of the thick fur bordered on his shoulders. He had been sent this by Eliza, the girl whom he had detested for years ago. She hated him, but she sent him one anyway. After asking his father’s house elf to cleanse the itchy thing, he managed to force himself in it. It was the only thing that could not jeopardize his immunity at this weather and it covered him so well – that inside, he actually felt hot. Tackily, he shouldered the coat until it was covered over his neck also. The only thing that was shown now was his dark hair that was swept over his forehead. Even his dark loafers were covered; he really must pass Eliza a snog…a hug rather.

With a drawing sigh, the boy paled as cold sweat descended down his pale-featured face. However, as the breeze continued to sweep past, the boy’s dark eyes hovered over what seemed to be a newly arriving figure in the corner of his sight. With a blunt blink, the boy stepped forwards – his footsteps silently shuffling forwards. The grim look in his eyes deepened, magnifying the small tinge of silver at the corner. His gaze couldn’t be followed though, outside – his whole figure was just a blob of black hair. No-one could see his face, or his hands even. This whole coat covered his front, and only his dark locks was the only thing that a person would be able to glance at.

Approaching the figure absently, the boy paused as he raised his head – flicking his gently hair backwards, the pale outline of his face surfacing. The girl in front of him, was a girl he had probably seen in class, yet his memory was not being so good to him today. He said nothing though as he eyed her wordlessly, realizing that the dark-haired girl was actually asleep. A smirk graced the top of his lips as he folded his arms caressly across his chest. "Comfortable?" He drawled morosely, "Some prefer the inside you know - weather's not too good out here." He continued, eyes fixed tightly on the figure, "You should go - before the weather gets worse."