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"Leito," I replied in almost the same tone, though now subtely colder. I looked up briefly and didn't quite glare. Instead, I held the gaze, slowly making the mood of the compartment uncomfortable. I then returned to my spellbook, flipping the page and beginning the study of a new spell.

Their was little in the way of the description of its effects and the incantation itself gave few hints. I glared at the page, the inconsistency for several long moments before snapping my eyes back to meet the girls'. I asked, "Do you have any experience in archaic language?"
 
I nodded and moved over to sit next to him. Pulling the sucker from my mouth, I shifted rather nervously. "Well, I know a bit. This looks to be in an early Germanic dialect, so it's not terribly complicated to figure out..."

I pointed to the top of the page. "It says the incantation is supposed to... to burn the flesh of an opponents bones..."

I gulped a bit and continued moving down the page with my finger, the translation rolling easilly off my tongue, if a little nervous. "When looking for a way to inflict great pain, there is no better way than melting the flesh right off your opponent. The following incantation will give you a rather messy result, but the screams are always well worth it."

I circled a section with my finger. "That's the actual incantation. It's not in the Germanic dialect. In fact, it seems to be loosely based on Arabic, but has been modified nearly beyond recognition, let alone translation. I guess all that matters is that... that is the incantation..."

Trilla's hackles had risen again and I made no move to soothe her. "Where'd you come across this?"
 
"A shop I was in yesterday," I said vaguely. I ran the required words over in my mind several times and decided to discard the spell. I muttered, "Too much time, too slow an effect... Maybe in crowds..." I flipped the page again, mentally listing the prior spell as a possibility if I had time. The next seemed more promising. The Latin came easily to me and I quickly deciphered the intent and effect of the spell.

This proved worthwhile, it seemed to hang any victim in an electrical stasis field that could be expanded or contracted on my whim.
 
I put the Pop back into my mouth and scooted back to my own compartment. This guy obviously didn't want friends. A little sore with him, I scooped Trilla into my lap and pulled out the transfiguration book I had purchased in Diagon Alley.

I was looking at the index, finding the section on personal transfiguration as I muttered, "And you're welcome..."

I didn't like that he has this spellbook, nor that he seemed so interested in it, but he didn't have to be rude to me. A low growl rose in Trilla's throat.

It was a warning.
 
A voice slipped into my mind as the girl was reabsorbed into the background. It whispered, insidious, Too long has it been, Master. Feed me. TAKE HER! I began to feel my mind slip into the pull of its magical power and I reached for the athane hanging by my side. My hand brushed over the pocket of my robes as I reached for it and I felt, if not touched the small picture of my sister I carried at all times. The voice hissed and retreated, as if burned. I muttered, "That was odd..." before drifting into sleep.
 
I grinned when he finaly spoke. I put my hand in my pocket, quietly preparing my wand for a spell. "We have..." I said as the protection charm was ready to go off, in case his temper had gotten any worse. "A part a few years ago, I didn't paticularly feel like going, until I saw you in that dress." I said. grinning evilly as I remembered testing one of my first charms...
 
((is it still too late to join?))

Name: Haru Takamishi
Age: 14
Year: 4th
Gender: male
Appearence: black hair and tan skin, has white eyes for some reason, no visible pupil's or irises. wears teh usual hogwarts outfit only with a few modifications, on the left sleve he has a red spiral that shines when hes in trouble ((its a spell)), and he has a leaf on his shirt, he also has a small scar over his left eye
Personality: care free and laied back, hes a smart kid, but kind of lazy, but he gets his homework done early, that way he can spend teh rest of his time screwing around or just relaxing.
History: a mudblood, well, half atleast, his mother was the witch of the family, while his father was a muggle, due to this however, he has lead an interesting life, living in a magical community he was exposed to magic early, usualy getting jinxed by his older sister, who is in her final year at hogwarts
House: gryffendor
Other: One Ability: 360 degree vision ((yup, thats it))

((so, am i too late? i could have missed the train or was on vacation or something like that, give him detention for a week or something, lol))
 
OOC: DM8000, I'm sorry, but I cannot accept you. First of all, you didn't give me an RP sample, which I required in the first post. Secondly, if you manage to get a decent RP sample up, I need to to properly capitalize your words and *try* to use correct spelling. If you can edit your profile to meet my (yes, I fully relize the following...) picky standards, then I'll accept you. That, and there is NO ONE in their last year at Hogwarts. So, your character's sister cannot be in her final year... Again, if you READ my first post, I CLEARLY stated that the school had only been reopened for five years.

BIC: I watched him drift into sleep and felt the train lurch into life. Wincing a little as my head smacked the back of my seat, I stretch and leaned back against the wall, looking out the window to avoid the gaze of passing eyes in the aisles.

The boy's presense was odd. I didn't much like having him in here, especially not when he kept... breathing like that...

Okay, so I was searching for a reason. I just didn't like the aura surrounding him. It was as black as my Hogwarts robes. Trilla didn't much like it either. Both of us were admittibly nervous.

That, and my lust had been acting up much more than usual... I hated it when it got this bad...

My nails dug into the inside of my forearm as I attempted to maintain control over myself.
 
OOC: Sorry for not posting in a while, I just finished my exams =x

IC: "Wait! I know! You're in my house- Wait, what did you just say?" I muttered, now somewhat cheesed off. The year had only begun and I had already found someone willing to start picking on me. Lo-ve-ly. This year already looked promising. Won-der-ful.

I began to attempt to ignore the fellow by taking out my wand, and examining it, finding that I didn't pack anything better to do in my bag. I had a feeling it was going to me an incredibly long and boring trainride...
 
I wanted to dream, but I couldn't. I could never dream anymore. Perfectly asleep and perfectly aware. But I couldn't dream. Dreams took me to safe places, to happy places. They let me rest instead of dwell. Memories called them up. I felt the sting of a skull fragment slapping against my cheek I couldn't see for the dust bullets raised from the drywall.

I remembered it being hot. Hot in December. It made me want to laugh. I remembered them carrying her away, unconcious. It made me want to cry. It made me want to dream.

I started awake, wide-eyed. I had to bit my tongue to keep from screaming at the agony of memory. Calming down, I steadied my breathing and cast an asocial gaze about the room.
 
I had jumped upon his awaking, snapping back to my position leaning against the wall of the compartment. Trilla admonished me. I merely glared at her. I couldn't help myself sometimes. And he was sleeping... Or, had been...

I bit back the tears of guilt over nearly losing control of myself. Sweat was now beading over the boy's forehead. I caught a fleeting glimpse of fear in his eyes before he slipped back into the black-aura persona.

I gave him a gentle look. "Nightmare?"
 
"It's no business of yours," came my terse reply. I then asked, "How long have I been sleeping?" I looked at the girl curiously. There were nail marks along her arm. Deep nail marks. Somthing about her put me on edge. I didn't think she was a threat, else she'd be dead, but... She certainly wasn't being forthright about something. With everyone, not just me.
 
I noticed his gaze on my arm and immediatly pulled the sleeve of my black hooded sweatshirt back down. "About an hour," I said slowly. "At least, I would assume so. I've been... reading."

I did my best to keep my eyes away from my Blood Pops. I could tell I was making him uneasy. I tended to do that to people, sometimes. But, if I could keep his gaze on mine instead of those cursed suckers... Maybe I'd have enough of a chance to stash them again.

For now, all I could do was smile like nothing was wrong. "I'm sorry if you felt I was prying. Truly, I didn't mean it, Leito. It's just... sometimes, it helps to talk things through. Forgive me for intruding."

I pulled my knees closer to my chest, the nail marks sucessfully hidden.
 
"I don't like talking about it. It's of no matter to an outsider," I said curtly and turned inward myself.

There, I found something truly disturbing. I found passion, I found want. I thought I had eliminated those emotions, emotion in general to make myself into a savior. A martyr. I had no illusions about my fate in this. I would be wounded, and I would die. But I would see her freed first.
 
I winced visibly and picked up a sucker. If I was freaking him out, I may as well continue. I pulled the nondescript wrapper off the crimson pop and slipped it into my mouth, sucking on it slowly, savoring the taste.

It was hardly satisfying to me right now. Hardly at all. I had only tasted blood out of a living creature a few times, and all but one of those had been my own blood. The other, was Trilla. Somehow, that had triggered the telepathic link we now shared. Nothing compared to that feeling. And if nothing could compare to that, I don't know what would ever touch the feeling I got the one time I'd bitten for blood...

I realized that I was no longer sucking on the parody of the normal lolly-pop. I was biting my tongue, hard. I couldn't help it. I tasted the blood and foced myself to let go.

Please... not here...
 
On a certain level, I apparantly noticed and reacted. On a superficial level, I saw something was wrong and moved to help. The rest of me had been cast into the pits of Hell and was standing on the the heights of Heaven to feel again. It angered me and sent me into a state of bliss. the emotions collided and were consumed into the core of insanity hidden deep within me.
 
I hissed at him as he moved closer. I could smell his essense. I could almost taste the wonderful nectar that raced beneath his skin. I could hear his pulse. I felt my teeth lengthening into the pointed fangs that rather occasionally appeared.

I pulled the black hood over my forehead, my entire body shaking as the lust became a physical need. God, I hated it when this happened... Something had to be done...

My face now shadowed, I risked speaking, praying that he couldn't see the fangs. "Go away. Sit back down. Do not move. I do not wish to hurt you. I am fine."

Sweat slipped down over my brow, stinging my eyes. If nothing else, I'd bite my own lip open and drink from that. There was nothing else I could do.
 
Now, I was lost to the physical world, pulled away from it entirely. I drew a sharp breath and mouthed the last words I ha heard before my sanity was lost, then screamed them. With an unearthly gasp, I shrieked, "THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!!!!" I looked at the girl in her hood with my face twisted in pain, then collapsed.
 
*pokes Nattie-chan* As the other people have asked, it isn't too late to join, right? 8D

Name: Caelyn Hayle
Age: 15
Year: 5
Gender: Female
House: Ravenclaw

Appearance: With a petite and slender build, Caelyn has a slightly pale complexion that utterly screams fragility. Her hair is an auburn in color, flowing softly just beneath her shoulders, with a few shorter strands framing her innocent face. She has a pair of wide amethyst orbs, more the oft twinkling with naïveté and exuberance. Also, as she regards courtesy and civility highly, she always has a smile present—sanguine and genuine. If not in her Hogwarts uniform, she usually wears a simple white blouse and black pants.

Personality: Caelyn would be classified as very timid, altruistic, and meek. She practically gives in to everything; just say please and she's off, doing your bidding. She puts others' needs before hers and is one to keep her burdens all to herself; she thinks it is unnecessary and uncouth to trouble others with her silly problems. Caelyn hardly ever speaks, unless spoken to, and when she does, it's in a tone that is soft and barely audible. And, unfortunately, her coyness only doubles when speaking to the opposite gender. She is also quite the crybaby, just a few harsh words and, bam! her eyes would get damp and her cheeks would turn pink. Caelyn perhaps has the lowest self-esteem of all the students in Hogwarts. Despite her great knowledge, she considers herself below everyone else and deems she is rather worthless.

History: Caelyn is a muggleborn, having both muggle parents (okay, so she never met her father, but he couldn't have been a wizard), and therefore had no knowledge of anything about magic. She was invited to Beauxbatons, however, and with the help of her aunt, who was a former student there, she managed to pull through four years...four years of misery. She was frequently made fun of: if not for her bad use of French—she was half French and half British, but since they lived in Britain she only spoke English—it would be because of her lack of confidence.

As mentioned, since she lived in Britain it was difficult for her to go all the way to France then back again. So, to make it easy, she was transferred into Hogwarts during the beginning of her fifth year in Beauxbatons.

Other: Caelyn has, oddly enough, a squirrel as a pet. He is named Jaymz (or, Jay~Jay, as she calls him) and is extremely protective of his master; despite his small size, he tries to fend off anything that scares Caelyn. As for any sorts of talent, Caeyln claims she doesn't have any. She has a great knowledge of spells and the likes, though, but she hardly ever uses one (unless required to, of course).

RP Sample: Hogwarts?

"Auntie, Hogwarts wouldn't happen to be an all-girl school, would it?" Caelyn asked meekly, disappointment and anxiety evident in her face. She didn't understand why the thought had terrified her, but…it just did. Maybe she's just so used to being surrounded by girls? Yes, that was it.

Her aunt nodded, smiling sympathetically. "No worried, my dear. You'll fit in fine; I mean you're so sweet and bright! But," Cheryl, her aunt, gave her a slightly stern look before continuing, "you will have to speak up. Don't let others push you around, like those girls did in Beauxbatons."

Caelyn's cheeks turned pink at the thought of those girls aforementioned. She had been made fun of because of those girls and their humiliating demands. Perhaps, if she just had the slightest confidence, she could at least manage to defy one of their wishes. "I-I'll try, Auntie. I promise." She wasn't one to break a promise, so she would really try her best. She knew it wasn't enough, though, and she'll just end up being made fun of. Again.

"Oh, promise to write once you arrive. Your mother is upset enough that she couldn't drop you off." Her aunt gave her a kiss on the forehead and squeezed her hand tightly. "Ready, sweetie?"

A hesitant nod.

"Let's go."

--<3 a.completely.random.addition.
Oh, and by the way, congratulations to you two, Mr. Jakey and Ms. Nattie. 83 Mari knew it'd happen, though she expected the wedding to be sooner. You guys are just <3. I'll post my sign-up thingie for your wonderfully wonderful wedding later~ X3
 
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OOC: *UBERGLOMP!* MARI!! YOU"RE BACK!!!

*laughs* ANd you know you can join. Pretty much, you're an uber-RPer, and I thank you for returning!

BIC: I looked down at him. Something inside me whispered to bite him now. He was weak. I could take him and no one would ever find out.

But he was hurting...

I swallowed my own urges and shook his shoulder. "Leito. Leito, listen to me. You have to come back. Come on, Leito..." I ran my fingers through his hair. "Please... Come back.. Listen to my voice... Come back..."
 
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