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Post by kat33 on Feb 24, 2012 15:04:16 GMT -5
Sometimes it’s boring to follow the rules, and sometimes it’s exciting to break them, especially if there are high consequences for breaking said rules.
Isolde had been lying in bed, unable to sleep, when the thought came into her mind that a stroll in the grounds might be enjoyable, and exciting. She was curious as to whether she could do it without being caught. A normal person might have seen the danger of breaking the rules in a time when Death Eaters rule the school, but as she was known for, Isolde crushed any fear she had and turned it into a strong curiosity.
So, making sure not to make any noise, the seventeen year old Ravenclaw snuck out of the dorm. She was silent, quieter then a mouse, and she had a grin on her face the entire time.
Soon, she was slipping down the dark hallways, using senses other then sight to lead the way. She tripped a couple of times but made it to the doors to the courtyard without being seen. If Isolde had been seen, she might have been sent to the Carrows for a nice beating, which Isolde didn’t want, even if there was no fear there to be felt.
The moon was bright and so were the stars and when Isolde stepped into the courtyard with its fountain in the middle and the moonlight shining down on her, she smiled. It was even better then she thought it would be and she sat down on the edge of the stone fountain.
Isolde grinned again swinging her legs as she sat on the edge, there was no way she was leaving just yet, even to walk to the other parts of the school grounds.
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Post by mordred on Feb 24, 2012 15:34:11 GMT -5
The sun had always been painful to him. As a young child he remembered wandering outside the walls of his father's coven, Adalrick's blank and oftentimes impossible to read stared drilling into his back, always in the moonlight lest the sun burn his skin. But Mordred had never been concerned with that; Adalrick was his father, and though his mannerisms were strange to others, to Mordred they had never been anything else. In retrospect, perhaps that was why he had grown up as he had, unable to properly express or even (he suspected) experience some emotions.
Being one of the only two half-human half-vampires in existence probably only contributed to that.
With the comfort of the moonlight shining down, Mordred reached towards the shallow waters of the fountain, and had he been anyone else he likely would have expressed irritation at his inability to do this during the daylight. But he didn't. There was no point.
Pausing in his actions, Mordred stilled as the scent of a new presence drifted to him, and it was a testament to the fact that he was only half-vampire (and even then more physically like a human, or so Lorcan had said, though Mordred displayed the same permanent fangs and red eyes as he, albeit a little more dull, more of a mix between brown and red than anything else) that he hadn't detected the person before.
"It's a little late," he murmured lowly, not deigning to raise his bowed head, black hair falling in front of his eyes.
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Post by kat33 on Feb 24, 2012 15:59:23 GMT -5
It was silent in the courtyard and Isolde was preparing to leave and wander some more, but before she could even stand she heard a voice. It surprised her, hearing someone else out there with her, but the voice didn’t sound like a teacher so she turned, standing in the process.
”It’s a little late,”
Isolde’s lips twitched as she tried not to smile, “Yeah, you’re one to speak.” She replied , letting the smile slip out.
There was a boy with dark hair leaning over the fountain and trailing his hand in the water. “Um, I’m Isolde.” She said skipping around the fountain to where he was. “Who are you?”
She was surprised that she wasn’t the only one sneaking around the school, sure kids were always sneaking around but rarely did Isolde meet anybody that she didn’t feel the need hide from just in case they were a teacher.
She sat down on the fountain on the boy’s side, swinging her legs once more.
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Post by mordred on Feb 24, 2012 17:38:56 GMT -5
Mordred blinked at the other student spoke back, removing his hand from the water even as he leaned back, watching the rivulets of water dripping down his arm, his face blank and yet somehow fascinated at the same time.
It was a female student. He knew that, of course, even before she spoke, but it was always nice to have some sort of... confirmation? Yes, that.
Turning his head, Mordred looked her up and down, his mind relaxing when he placed her as a member of his own house - his own year, in fact. Her name escaped him, but seeing as she didn't recognize him, he didn't found he wasn't too broken up over it. She introduced herself only seconds later as Isolde, anyway, and he had to fight a grin when he realized he wasn't the only one that possessed a name with such obvious mythological... ties.
"Mordred Haemon," he responded to her. "And I'm out here because the sun burns."
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Post by kat33 on Feb 24, 2012 18:04:35 GMT -5
The boy’s face was blank, but familiar. Obviously Isolde had seen him before but never introduced herself to him or him to her.
She was sitting there smiling as he looked her over and finally introduced himself as Mordred Haemon.
Suddenly she remembered that he too was a Ravenclaw and in seventh year. Isolde grinned even wider and was about to speak when he continued.
"And I'm out here because the sun burns."
Isolde blinked, “The sun… burns? Isn’t that like, a vampire thingy?” She blinked again before smiling again, curious as to whom Mordred was. “Are you a vampire?” she asked breathlessly, once again, turning what a normal person would feel as fear into curiosity.
“And Mordred, I love your name! We both have names from legends! How exciting.” She crossed her legs over the side of the pool, realizing suddenly that underneath her sweater she wore her pajamas, which were black, silky, and covered in white kittens. She blushed suddenly, feeling kind of awkward. Isolde hadn’t planned to meet anybody.
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Post by mordred on Feb 25, 2012 14:33:38 GMT -5
"Half-vampire, actually," Mordred returned almost without thinking, generally used to the question. While he appeared to carry more human traits that vampire ones, unlike the singer Lorcan d'Eath, no one could deny the fangs, the eyes, and, well, his general demeanour. Sometimes he suspected he was more of a vampire in personality than appearance, but perhaps he was just like his father. Carlotta wasn't like that, after all; she was always fluttering around the coven and bossing everyone around, her status as Second meaning no one could (or would) oppose her.
He was surprised she didn't know him. He was in her year, after all, and the majority of people in the school knew him by name and species, if not by anything else. The fact that she didn't appear to be frightened also surprised him, to the point where he actually furrowed his brow in thought. Yes, he couldn't smell the fear that poured off of so many others when he was in the vicinity, and that alone was enough to get him to divert his attention fully to her, able to see everything in the dark of the night.
"Mordred was a traitor," he said. "He betrayed King Arthur, and brought Camelot to its knees." He supposed it was an odd thing to say, but it was said. "Iseult, or Isolde, was the destined wife of King Mark. The legend goes that they ingested a love potion, whether on purpose or by accident, and had an affair throughout the marriage. It's a direct connotation to the love triangle between King Arthur, Lancelot, and Guinevere," he explained.
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Post by kat33 on Feb 25, 2012 15:11:24 GMT -5
Isolde rested her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. “Half vampire? Oh wait…” She squinted her eyes in thought. “I think I’ve heard of you, maybe. I don’t really pay attention to what other people say.” She grinned then, uncrossing her legs and swinging them once again. She tapped her heals on the stone side of the fountain slowly. “I like to figure things out on my own, and look! I’ve already learned something about you.”
Isolde didn’t actually have that many friends, she had a hell of a lot of colleagues, but only a very small percentage could be called friends and she rarely talked to them about things. She liked to do things her own way, honestly not caring whether people agree to it or not. One would think that with her happy nature she would be the center of the social circles, but Isolde wasn’t the type of person to enjoy shallow relationships. She talked to people if she found them interesting and if she didn’t, she would leave to find something more exciting to do.
When Mordred started speaking again she glanced up, watching him intently as he explained the legend of both of their names. “I’m sure you’re very different from your legendary namesake. And I have no plans to take any love potions or have any affairs thank you.” Isolde grinned, looking over at Mordred curiously. “Do you come out here every night?” she asked.
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Post by mordred on Feb 26, 2012 18:41:06 GMT -5
A blink of assessment was all that followed her declaration for the first thirty seconds or so, Mordred's head slightly inclined as if he were considering her words critically, dark red eyes betraying the fact that he was indeed reflecting on what she had said instead of dismissing it outright. In a way, she reminded him of Madison Buckley, before the girl had fled the school, and the connection was oddly soothing. "Yes," he said, going with a simple reply to her long declaration. "I suppose you do, now. Congratulations." It was said with an odd sort of sincerity, not the mocking kind but rather the kind that let some sort of amusement slip through, colouring the words and changing them from black to white, until they finally settled on grey.
The concept of mundane interaction fascinated him. How words could be twisted, taken so many ways until their original meaning was left shrouded in a black haze of lies and carefully placed doubt (or indeed something close to that) was only a testament to the hazy path mortals walked, and Mordred sometimes wondered if he could keep up with it. His father's coven had always been notoriously organized, not one person speaking out of turn (except Carlotta, as befitting her station), and to come to Hogwarts had been a shock, however large or small.
Her next comment threatened to drag forth a chuckle, but instead he allowed the corners of his mouth to curve up in a small smile, likely unseen to her in the darkness. "I thank you. And yes, this is my sunlight," he said simply.
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Post by kat33 on Feb 26, 2012 19:14:23 GMT -5
A smile was brought once again to Isolde’s lips when Mordred congratulated her. She couldn’t tell if he was teasing her at all. In fact, she couldn’t tell much about him in general. He didn’t seem to be mocking her, Isolde knew the look that was usually in a person’s eyes when they were being purposefully cruel, the look had been directed at her often enough. People didn’t seem to be able to comprehend her lack of fear, or her great curiosity. People called her ‘strange’ often enough. Not that she cared all that much though, Isolde loved to be able to do things her own way without having to listen to somebody else’s plan.
Mordred seemed to be a quiet, almost emotionless boy and he fascinated Isolde in a way most, in fact no other people did. “You’re welcome.” She replied after his thanks and she sat straight once again, sticking a hand in the chilly water of the fountain.
Isolde watched Mordred for a few seconds more before grinning, “You are a really interesting guy.” She stated, not one to keep silent whether it did her any good, or harm. “I like that, most people bore me half to death, rather like I must be doing to you currently.
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Post by mordred on Feb 29, 2012 23:25:39 GMT -5
A curious look passed the half-vampire's face as he stilled, completely motionless as the moon vanished behind a cloud, cloaking them both in darkness. To him, it was nothing; this had been his playground, his world, since he had been old enough to communicate pain in the sun, and his father had whisked him inside despite his mother's childish and innocent protests. He hadn't blamed her then, and even though he had grown he still didn't - from what he remembered, his mother had always been childish; petulant in a way that drove others to distraction, but she had been doting and loving too. She wasn't the reason his father had eventually taken him back to the coven.
He watched, absently, as she placed her hand in the water, the ripples of the displaced liquid moving from where she had touched and spreading until they either vanished on their own or hit the edge of the fountain itself. Had he been feeling more up to it, perhaps he would have drawn some sort of significance from the action, but the shadows soothed him, the moon tucked behind them, away from his sight, something he was almost sorry for.
"You do not... bore me," Mordred said at last, a faint frown crossing his face. Very few things had bored him, save for the times Taylor had dragged him into a group of his friends before vanishing. He mourned his friend. "I am rather unaccustomed to mortal interaction, though." Perhaps it could be taken as a snide remark, but the blunt, flat way in which he said it was sure to negate most doubt. "Where I live, we do not speak as... openly, nor as freely."
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Post by kat33 on Mar 1, 2012 10:08:23 GMT -5
When the moon hid behind the clouds, Isolde couldn’t see anything except for the shadowy shapes of Mordred, the fountain, and Hogwarts itself. Her hand was still in the water, and she twirled the water slowly before taking it out and letting her soaking hand sit on the stone of the fountain’s edge. As she sat there, it crossed her mind that even though she couldn’t see, Mordred probably could. If the night was his day then he would be much better adapted, more ready for darkness. Even as she thought this her owns eyes adjusted somewhat until she could see the clear outline of the boy who shared the fountain with her.
Mordred’s voice broke through her curious thoughts, telling her that she did not, in fact bore him. A grin even bigger then before graced her face and she laughed lightly, her voice quietly echoing around the courtyard for mere moments before nothing was left of it to hear. “That is good.” She said happily, almost childishly. Her nature was young for her age, but still she managed to be mature at times (rarely).
His next words interested her, Mordred made her smile again, “I wouldn’t worry, I’m sure I can do enough talking for the both of us, at least until I decide I’m tired and want to go to bed. I’m not entirely sure that will be happening though… Too much to do out here.” She raised her arms in the moonlight that was peaking around the cloud, indicating not only the courtyard, in which she sat, but the entire school, grounds and all. Where she lived, everything you thought, you spoke, regardless of the consequences, “Where I live, it is the complete opposite. There is never a silent moment at home.” She sighed, almost regretfully, at that before smiling once again.
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Post by mordred on Mar 24, 2012 22:51:22 GMT -5
"There is always much to do," Mordred intoned lightly, his voice almost lost to the breeze, though not because it was quiet. Mordred's voice wasn't quiet; it was just subdued, as if whether or not someone heard him mattered little, but there was also the way his voice just seemed to blend in with the shadows of the night, more a part of him than anything else. He may have looked more human than vampire, from the slight olive tone of his skin to the nice, highlighted features, but in this he was completely vampire.
He watched quietly as she raised her arms to the sky, and he could see silver, if only for a brief moment, like the invisible moon was cloaking her in its light. He inclined his head.
"I like silence in relativity."
ooc; Sorry it's so short.
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Post by kat33 on Mar 25, 2012 20:09:30 GMT -5
Isolde smiled, “Isn’t there though? Sometimes I feel that there is never enough time to do everything. Sometimes I just wish I could have a time turner. Other times though, I feel like there is too much time and nothing to do. Only when I’m particularly bored, usually I can find an activity or something. I am… easily amused.” She replied with a shrug. She had heard his voice, the breeze nearly taking it away, but she had recognized his words. Mordred was one of the more interesting students Isolde had met during her seven years at Hogwarts, it took a lot for a person to be interesting for her, whereas any object might become a potential plaything of sorts.
“Silence is sometimes the best remedy I think, maybe that is part of the reason why I come out here at night sometimes, a quiet walk in the grounds is particularly nice when I’m feeling anxious.” Isolde was glad that the moon was out again, it bathed everything in a lovely sort of glow. Mordred was in the moonlight now and she could once again see him well enough.
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