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Post by kari on Nov 29, 2011 22:30:49 GMT -5
A blonde medium height girl walked into the pitch. She did not have a broomstick with her. She had a secret under her belt that she rarely let anyone see or touch. She was a shifter. Not like a werewolf, where they could not only phase on one night a month. She could phase when and wherever she wanted to. She sighed as she took off her school robes and laid then on the ground.
She looked around as she made sure no one was around before she though of her animal form. Pretty soon, a brown and tan gryphon stood in her place. She spread her huge wings and flapped them a couple of times before she took off the ground. She went through the poles that the players could score with.
She looked down and just closed her eyes. She enjoyed the sunlight on her body and had missed it but her studies came first. She finally had did everything that she could relax on this weekend and let her animal self out for a little bit.
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Post by sebastian on Nov 29, 2011 23:16:58 GMT -5
Under the cover of the moon and stars and half-hidden by the shadows that played across the stands, Sebastian Hawk lay across one of the benches, his eyes trained to the twinkling lights above in some likely cliche plea for the stars to just magically fall out of the sky and just help. It wasn't even that he was expecting them to do so, but anything was better than just nothing. Even so, that was all he got. Just a big, open sky - black with night - and a bunch of light that was probably millions of years old before it even got to his eyes. It was an amusing thought, if not somewhat depressing - once he might have taken comfort in the fact that his parts had gazed at the exact same sky as him, but the universe, he supposed, changed just as much as his own Earth. Only billions of light-years away.
Snorting, the Gryffindor boy wondered when he had gotten so goddamned philosophical or... mushy in his thinking, but of course the Sebastian Hawk from one year ago hadn't been minus two parents and a proper home. He also hadn't suffered from constant attacks of pure paranoia, like he was afraid a Death Eater would creep up behind him at any second and kill him like they had his mum and dad. Rationally, he knew Professor Samael was working to prevent that, and be assigning Mordred to watch him Sebastian hadn't really had to worry about hostilities, but it would have been nice to -
Sebastian rolled off the bench, his wand instantly in his hand as he heard the sudden whoosh, casting a Lumos charm and peering into the darkness with bated breath and narrowed eyes. Pale hands clutched at the Kaya wood, falcon-like eyes searching for any anomalies - there! Raising his wand, Sebastian hissed at the rush of feathers, instantly shouting a basic stunning spell and watching as the light from his wand shot out and spiralled towards the massive dark shape in the sky. He could only hope that, whatever it was, he hit it.
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Post by kari on Nov 29, 2011 23:23:30 GMT -5
Kari had been on her last flight around the pitch when something hit her. She was not doing again wrong. She just wanted to let her animal form out for a little bit. She hoped that it was not someone who wanted to hurt her.
Her big body hit the ground hard enough to make the ground shake. She moved her eyes around to see who was out there with her. She wanted to phase back into her human form but the stun would not let her. She looked around to see that she had landed right next to her robes.
Hopely whoever it was, would see them and think that there was someone else here. It would give her enough time to let the stun wear of and she could phase back into her human form before taking on whoever it was. She looked up at the night sky and sighed. This was wrong on so many different levels.
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Post by sebastian on Nov 29, 2011 23:37:05 GMT -5
Sebastian could have passed out from a mixture of both complete relief and a sudden stab of horror at whatever had been flying in the air hit the ground, its body dropping out of the air like a stone by close enough so that he could see the outline of feathers, as well as hear the sounds they made as the air passed over them, the magnificent shapes no longer streamline and graceful but still and useless. Immediately thinking it to be a hippogriff, Sebastian moved from the stands slowly, every step he took echoing through the tall, wooden stands and reminding him just how goddamn alone he was out here and God - Merlin, whatever - why had he even left the relative safety of Hogwarts where he would be protected by his freak half-vampire bodyguard who probably ate people who annoyed him for breakfast? With a regretful thought that perhaps his assumption of Mordred Haemon was indeed going a little too far, Sebastian slipped into the towers and made his way down the stairs, constantly aware of every sound and creak the stairs made.
The pitch, when he got to it, was massive, and instantly all he wanted to do was step back inside. The vastness got to him, he supposed, and while it had been easy to deal with from up high... well, now it was just different. The pitch seemed to stretch on for miles, metres upon metre of clean-cut grass reaching to the House-coloured sections of the pitch's man-made perimeter itself, and it was there - curled near the edge of the Gryffindor section - that Sebastian, wand still out, encountered the creature.
Stepping forward, wand grasped firmly in hand, he made the deduction that Sebastian you great idiot that is clearly not a Hippogriff at all, but what was perhaps more surprising was...
"Griffin!" Sebastian whispered aloud, his voice carrying on the crisp breeze - a prelude to the winter snow that would coat the ground any day now - as he pulled his lightweight jacket a little closer to himself. Dear Lord, he had shot down a Griffin! Surely there was some ridiculous law about that and for a moment he started panicking that the Ministry would confront his parents for a moment before his gut twisted as he remembered. I won't be in trouble with them anytime soon.
Stifling a sigh, Sebastian stepped towards the downed beast, his wand lowering to his side before he knelt by it, at first stretching a tentative hand out to feel the feathers before drawing it back as if scalded. "I really messed than one up, didn't I?" he murmured to himself, sighing and shaking his head. "Bloody Hell, Sebastian, you are really beginning to lose it. Not everything is a Death Eater," he chanted almost nervously before remembering one of the most important rules about any magical creature: keep a respectful distance away when its active.
And so, stepping back, Sebastian raised his wand and lifted the stunner he had used.
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Post by kari on Nov 29, 2011 23:45:12 GMT -5
Kari watched the guy as he came closer and touched her neck feathers before he stepped back and lifted his wand. She closed her eyes thinking that it was the killing spell but he lifted the stun off her. She rolled her body up and stood up on her huge, feather covered legs.
She bowed her head to the the guy before she thought about her human form. She phased right there in front of him to her medium height blonde haired girl. She pushed her long golden hair out of her face. Thank you for not killing me. She said as she bent down and picked up her robes and placed it over her shoulders to keep her warm since she did not have her feathers anymore.
She looked back at him. I am Karianne Smith. She said to him as she held out her hand to him to shake or for him to stun her again though she did not have her wand on her. It was in her trunk in her room in the tower.
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Post by sebastian on Nov 30, 2011 15:20:49 GMT -5
Sebastian waited a few more moments after lifting the stun spell, his breathing stilted as he waited for the creature to pick itself off the ground and either kill him or just fly away. Possessing the front legs, wings and head of an eagle as well as the body and tail of a lion, Griffins were often used as guards by various wizards. Sebastian had read in passing that some wizards were even able to befriend the fierce beasts, though he had confessed to feeling confused at that - it would be difficult to get over the lack of communication, but he supposed that this was kind of how owning a pet dog worked. Only the pet dog wasn't a griffin and griffins were definitely not pets.
Watching the griffin through narrowed eyes, shielding himself from the faint sting of the nightly wind, Sebastian stayed perfectly still as the griffin stood, bowing its head to him - though up close Sebastian could see the distinctive markings on its head and feathers that marked it as a female - and it was enough to make him freeze completely. It was, however, absolutely nothing compared to what happened next.
At first he didn't even notice it was happening, attributing the shifting of feathers to the wind, but when said feathers started literally melting into the griffin's body it was enough to send him reeling back with a yelp, wand in hand again, especially when the creature stood upright, its wings folded into its body and melting into its back as the feathers around the griffin's head became longer and longer, more like human hair than actual feathers. As he watched in complete and total shock, the creature became shorter, its fur turning into skin - very, very naked skin - and before he knew it he was covering his eyes, swearing in excess like his mother always had after a particularly annoying case, trying desperately not to look at the very naked female in front of him - a female whom he quickly identified as Karianne Smith, a seventh year in his own House. What the bloody hell?
"Oh, Jesus," Sebastian murmured, keeping one hand firmly over his eyes, even as he heard her thanking him for not killing her. "You can thank me by putting some clothes on," he said, his tone dry despite his best efforts to keep it neutral. "Whatever you are." A few seconds later he heard a rustle of cloth, feeling it safe to look between his fingers and sighing with relief when he saw that she had donned her robe.
He wasn't expecting the proffered hand, though. Glaring at her for a few seconds, dark eyes glittering in the gloom, Sebastian considered the offer, though after a quick, habitual glance to check for company he reluctantly took her hand and shook it. "Sebastian Hawk. I'm a year below you," the sixteen-year-old said, his tone still dry. "And I think I'm going to have to inquire as to what the hell just happened."
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Post by kari on Nov 30, 2011 16:12:53 GMT -5
Kari looked at him. You just saw me transform from my animal form to my human form. She said to him as she bowed her head. She really did not know what to except now that he had seen her. She wondered if he would blackmail her since he knew. She knew there was not many Gryphons out there so it would not be unusual.
She looked back at the boy. "I seen you around the common room and the great hall with your friend of yours." She said to him as she sighed. "What are you doing out here at the Pitch on a night like tonight?" she asked him as she knew he did not have to answer but she was just talking to the guy. She looked up at the sky and back at him as she waited for a answer.
He could come back at her with the same questions though she figured he already knew why she was out here.
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Post by sebastian on Dec 1, 2011 22:52:50 GMT -5
"No kidding," came the dry reply, his tone gaining a hint of snark without his meaning it too. He glanced up towards the sky again, like one would spontaneously fall, transform into a gorgeous angel and guide him on whatever it was he was doing right now. It would have been extremely impossible for that to happen, but hey, a paranoid Gryffindor Muggleborn could hope, damnit!
Inclining his head, Sebastian frowned at her, brushing a lock of tawny hair from his face. "My friend?" he echoed carefully before his face cleared in understanding. "Oh, you mean Gale," he corrected referring to his firm ally and best friend in all things. Though not present, he couldn't help but think that, if Gale had been here, this would feel a whole less awkward. There was just something inherently hilarious about a tiny girl with black hair trying to boss the world around like she owned it. In Gale's mind, she likely did. In jest, anyway.
"... I was thinking," Sebastian answered at last, his tone stiff. "But that doesn't matter, because what on Earth was that just now? What the hell are you?"
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Post by kari on Dec 2, 2011 9:35:34 GMT -5
Kari got the vibe that he did not want to talk to her about his friend. She nodded her head. " I am a gryphon shifter." she said to him. "I am like a werewolf but I can change at will instead of waiting for the right time of month." she said to him.
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Post by sebastian on Dec 2, 2011 11:11:33 GMT -5
The look Sebastian gave her was akin to one to disbelief and a deep-seated sense of annoyance. "So basically what you're saying is you're just like a werewolf, but nothing like one, right?" he asked dryly, holding back a snort. If Gale were here she would have just burst out laughing. Mordred, on the other hand... If the half-vampire reacted at all Sebastian figured he wouldn't have been impressed period. Of course, Mordred would have an excuse, being what he was, but it got annoying when Sebastian tried to read him about two thirds of the time. "Okay, so, what am I supposed to do about this? Are you sure you're just not an unregistered animagus? I mean, I won't tell anyone if you are - please don't hurt me - but I think that's illegal.". Well, that was a lie - he knew it was illegal, but the details were slightly unimportant compared to the massive headache he was finding himself suffering at the current moment.
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Post by kari on Dec 6, 2011 10:10:46 GMT -5
Kari looked at him and nodded her head. "Yeah." she said as she looked down at her feet before looking back at him. "I am not an animagus." she said to him as she looked at him in his eyes. She took a step back from him. "I will show you what I mean." she said to him.
She closed her blue eyes and thought about her other form. She heard her bones start to pop and crack as she grew into her gryphon form. When she was done, she stretched out her long wings and looked at him with her golden eyes. She lowered her body to the ground and motioned for him to get on her back so that she could take him on a ride. She was not angry that he shoot her down. He was just protecting himself from something that could have killed him. She would have done the same thing.
((I was going to add to my last reply but my computer was about to die so that I could not type that much.))
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Post by sebastian on Dec 6, 2011 17:06:06 GMT -5
The offer was completely unexpected, and in the aftermath of her words all Sebastian Hawk could so was stand there stupidly and gape, likely resembling one of the world's only leg-possessing fish. It threw him off guard no doubt - he had expected more anger for shooting her out of the sky, and the fact that this... this girl in his own house could shift into a griffin was completely unexpected. So, in the wake of the unknown, he did what he usually did.
Coughing, Sebastian raised his head to eye the now griffin-shaped girl in front of him, and though his voice was weak it still achieved the amount of dryness he had been going for when he said, "I do not see the difference between you or an animagus." It was true that he had never heard of a griffin animagus, but there was a first time for everything, right? Unless... "Were you born with it?" he asked then, tone stiff as he stepped a little bit closer to her, reaching out one hand to tangle at the point where fur and feathers met, creating a "united front" of sorts - the likes of which he had never really seen before. It was fascinating in a messed up sort of way.
Swallowing nervously, his dark eyes widened when he realized what she wanted him to do, her back bared to him in a gesture of trust he could recognize even in a creature such as her, and it was also a gesture he knew couldn't be made if the primal side he knew she must possess objected to it with all it could. "Are you sure...? Sure I won't die, I mean," he said, his tone still dry despite the shaking he was experiencing. It was both one of his wildest dreams, and now one of his greatest fears. It was an opportunity he could not, however, pass up.
Moving slowly, Sebastian stepped forward, unsure of what to do before sighing because this would feel weird no matter what he did, considering this was a girl, but he climbed carefully onto her back nonetheless, breathing rate picking up drastically. His life was, he supposed, in her hands now - an opportunity he had sworn never to give anyone except Gale and, unwillingly, Mordred Haemon.
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Post by kari on Dec 6, 2011 17:20:07 GMT -5
Kari watched him mount her back between her neck and wings. She stood up and made sure that he would stay on before she opened her wings and lifted herself and him off the ground. She did it slow because she knew he did not that she just wanted him to have something special. She flapped her wings until they were in midair and took him close to the goals in the quitch pitch.
She soon started to go to the Black Lake. It was dark as the ace of spades but you could still see the waves. She lowered herself and him to the water and stretched out her foot to start a waterfall behind them. She looked back at him with her golden colored eyes and nodded her head.
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Post by sebastian on Dec 6, 2011 17:31:10 GMT -5
The first thing he felt, unashamedly, was fear. Pure, unadulterated fear, the kind that made him freeze as his hands clawed for something stable that wasn't moving because this had suddenly become so much more real - the sensation and notion that he would be flying and riding a bloody griffin, soaring in the air with none of the safety mechanisms his muggle parents had raised him with - things like seatbelts and just more seatbelts. Trepidation mounting, Sebastian felt his breath hitch as they continued to rise through the black air of night, Karianne's (because that was her name, not griffin or the griffin) wings beating more and more, stretching out to their full expanse and dear God they're glorious.
The urge to reach out and touch them struck him at that moment, but he didn't dare - his hands were all but frozen to her feathers, grabbing what he could without causing too much pain, gasping as the night wind struck him above the trees, sharp and like millions of tiny pins sticking into his skin all at once. He closed his eyes then, feeling his hair ruffle around him, his face scrunching as he tried to adjust to the stinging cold and just focus on the flying, you are flying, Sebastian, really flying!
The fear was, of course, still there, but slowly he started to open his eyes, glancing behind them to see the Quidditch pitch disappearing further and further behind him until it was nothing more than tiny specks - the flags - blowing in the biting air.
Darker than the night the Black Lake suddenly stretched beneath them, its waters glistening and beckoning even in the sheer bleakness, and he wondered how cold it would be were he to fall off - how long it would take him to die if a Death Eater suddenly showed up and decided that he should join in parents in death. The thought made him gasp painfully, his hands tightening until he feared he was hurting her, upon which he promptly relaxed his grip somewhat, but he continued to keep an unconscious eye out, at least until they dove close to the surface - close enough for her to touch it, talons creating a spray of water that followed them like they were the jet ski his mother had once taken him on.
Sebastian had heard, like countless others, about Harry Potter's famous ride on Buckbeak, but it was nothing compared to this. He didn't spread out his arms like wings, but somehow, amidst it all, he got the sensation that he was flying himself anyways.
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Post by kari on Dec 6, 2011 18:39:30 GMT -5
Kari listened to him and could feel him relaxing. She knew that he was still scared. She went to the end of the Black Lake before she started back up to the sky. She looked around to see the moon rising. She stopped in midflight and aimed that was so that he could see it when his eyes.
She knew it was about time for them to go back but she wanted to let enjoy it as much as he could. She soon started to fly back to the quitch pitch. She lowered her massive body until it hit the ground. She folded her wings to her body and waited for him.
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