Chilly Night

Ayne Welsh 28.03.08 0:02

‘Okay, Ayne … You can do this …’

This. This was a little night walk. Or maybe it was going to be a big night walk. It depended.
Ayne escaped from the Slytherin’s common room and watched behind herself. Nobody. Okay.

- If somebody does see you, pretend to be a ghost or something. If it’s some teacher… uuh … do not surrender. Try to explain that you are a somnambulist.

Ayne realized that she was talking to herself.

-And stop talking to yourself.

‘Oh. I just did it.’

Ayne smiled and said almost noiselessly ‘Lumos!’. Like every single time she did this charm, she thought – with fear – that her beautiful wand was about burn, but as always, the little flame scarcely stayed on the tip of the wooden stick. She waved her wand, in order to see if there was somebody in this cold hallway. Nobody.
A portrait of an old man woke up and whispered some swears before falling back asleep. The young miss Welsh just giggled – a thing that she did rarely – and continued walking. Where was she going, really?

‘‘Drrrrrr’’

- Okay, what was that sound?

An old, fat woman with a horrible, rusty voice was looking at Ayne like if she was about to kill her.

- Just my … stomach … I think.

The old lady muttered something like ‘ She THINKS that it's her stomach... I’ll never understand those human beings … ’. Ayne sighed and thought ‘Neither will I…’.
Of course, she was a human being. But she did not feel like one. Not at all. But it was just a sad history of a strange, cold childhood.

°Opened to ... uuuh ... everybody ... °

Leo Draco 20.04.08 18:26

In moments like those Leo was glad to be a prefect. Here was the good side : he could walk when he wanted to, where he wanted to, a thing that all the students weren't allowed to do.

At Hogwarts, leave these uncomfortables sheets for a night was a privilege and stop thinking at the same things waiting to fall in a deep sleep was a chance, a chance that many students was taking despite the interdiction, just like the girl who was in front of Leo at this very moment.

- Who's that ?

She was looking young, not ugly, probably fun but ... weird, kind of mixed up.
The blond haired slytherin didn't hesitate to approach her, it was a part of his job according to the concierge who ordered to the prefects : "Watch out who's not sleeping and bring me them !!" the first day of their promotion.
She has the green and argent shield but the young man didn't reconize her anymore.

- Hi. You seem to be in my house. What are you doing here ? You're not sleeping ? You're lost maybe ? What's your name ? Wh-

Owohowo, maybe it was to much questions for a human !

- Sorry ... He smiled. My name is Leo, I'm the Slytherin's prefect. I'm here 'cause I ... It's my job. He lied.

Ayne Welsh 24.04.08 2:27

There is bad luck and good luck. Whatever kind of luck you may have, not one single thing happens randomly.

- Who's that ?

It's me ! isn't the kind of answer you would like to hear. And Ayne knew it very well. But when something surprisingly ... surprising happens ... You may loose all you know. It's exactly what happened in Ayne's case. She looked shocked. She was shocked. After all, appearing out of nowhere is the perfect action to do if you want to shock somebody. Especially in the middle of a stormy night.

And I have to say that this boy was pretty curious. Ayne smiled. She had to smile. She would never, ever confess it, but she was pleased to see somebody that cared. Or maybe he did not care. But at least, he asked her something. Or even better : he talked with this rejected young girl. And this was a thing that nobody – except some fussy old portraits – had done since the day when Ayne met this Vulcane girl or whatever was her name.

- Well… Hi.

It was the first thing that Ayne said audibly to the boy.

- My name is Ayne. Yeah, you are right, I’m in your house … And it may seem kind of strange, but I’m not lost. I’m just taking a night walk. I can’t sleep.

She showed the storm that was unleashing itself outside and smiled. Again. In less that 1 minute. Whaou.

- But I’m afraid that I do not understand. This is your … job ? I don’t want to be shameless or insolent or whatever but … See … I am not allowed to be here, right now. But why prefects are allowed to ? I mean … In muggle’s world, police is not allowed to kill people only because they are … police, if you see what I mean. And I -

Oh for God’s sake, Ayne, you don,t have to upset people only because you don’t understand their way of being !

- Sorry, she said. I’m a bit too talkative, sometimes.

What a lie ! Lying is not good, little A. ! It's not as if you weren't already in trouble ...

Leo Draco 26.04.08 1:38

Sleeping seems useless at Hogwarts.
In that school, the half of the student was dreaming awake, enjoying that world, enjoying that magic, enjoying that wizard’s stuff and all these marvelous things.
The other half of the students was insomniacs, thinking of their troubles, thinking of their live, thinking of their missing acts, thinking of their mistakes and the mistakes of the others.
For sure, this girl can be classed in the second kind of student :

- My name is Ayne. Yeah, you are right, I’m in your house … And it may seem kind of strange, but I’m not lost. I’m just taking a night walk. I can’t sleep.

You can’t sleep ? Look at that original girl !
So … Maybe does she need help ?… A night walk always seems the solution when we’re in trouble. We’ll be caring ! Let’s ask her why her pretty face seems have probl –

- But I’m afraid that I do not understand. This is your … job ? I don’t want to be shameless or insolent or whatever but … See … I am not allowed to be here, right now. But why prefects are allowed to ? I mean … In muggle’s world, police is not allowed to kill people only because they are … police, if you see what I mean. And I –

God, she’s pretty too talkative …

- Sorry. I’m a bit too talkative, sometimes.

Such a curious girl ! What that strange interest for administration things ? Her weird look added to that odd example about the muggle’s police were making of her a very bizarre girl.
Leo was confused, he didn’t know if he had to answer her seriously, ignore that discussion about the perfect’s rights or run away from that curiosity.
He smiled. And laugh. At last, that was a puzzled but fun answer.

- Actually, many students are walking at night and it’s my job to escort them in the concierge office.

He smiled, again.

- But … I have to confess … I’m just like you. I’m just taking a night walk.

He walked for some steps and talked to the young lady.

- Ayne, isn’t it ? … Can we walk to the common room together ? I’ll be glad to escort a funny girl like you …

Ayne Welsh 01.06.08 23:48

- Actually, many students are walking at night and it’s my job to escort them in the concierge office.

Great. Nice job, Ayne. He was just doing his job. Now, he probably thinks that you are some idiot.

A good advice : do never pretend to be somebody that you are not. Or if you do, try to not exagerate. If you are totally not talkative, don't talk to much. Trust the one with experience. It's absolutely doomed to failure.

- But … I have to confess … I’m just like you. I’m just taking a night walk.

Ayne's eyebrow raised slowly. Without realizing it, she was looking at the young man in a pretty unkind way. But we don't realize what we usually do, do we ?

- Ayne, isn’t it ? … Can we walk to the common room together ? I’ll be glad to escort a funny girl like you …

Oh, now, he wanted to have a nice little chat in the common room. Suddenly, Ayne had become what she was. She was arrogant. She wasn't friendly, neither nalkative. Just doing what she wanted to. But she wanted to go to the common room. In fact, she was half-asleep. She didn't expect to meet anybody.

... I'll be glad to escort a funny girl like you ...

So she was funny too ? All the sympathy that Ayne had gathered in her ... let's call it sympathy-less soul, was melting faster and faster. Being nice wasn't this easy, finaly.

- Okay, Ayne muttered.

Then she started thinking. The usual flow of quetions submerged her tired, insomniac student brain. Why was she different ? Why couldn't she be nice without being a total idiot ? Why couldn't she just be like the others ? What did she want to be ? A girl that had friends and had a crush on somebody. A girl that was thinking about her past with at least a tiny bit of nostalgy. A girl that missed her family and her house. A girl that didn't wasn't labelled as cruel, lonly and rebel. These thoughts crossed her soul while she was watching - without seeing - her blue and white extremely ugly slippers.

A question was burning on her lips. And she asked it, leaving behind every idea of being understood.

- Don't you feel different, sometimes ? As if nobody understood you ? As if nobody wanted to understand you ?

Ayne's cold look contradicted her open-heart question. Leo - if that was his name - was probably not going to understand. Ayne was not going to be surprised ... Not percieving the sense of her words and feelings was so ... common.

Leo Draco 26.10.08 19:39

The wand glowing in his right hand, watching the painting on the walls, Leo was walking with his new friend who agreed to return at the common room. In the lonely noise of their steps, it was relaxing, walking there without problems, in a peaceful atmosphere where everything was sleeping and –

- Don't you feel different, sometimes ? As if nobody understood you ? As if nobody wanted to understand you ?

- Okay, that’s not peaceful at all !, laugh the boy.

The prefect thought aloud, and that wasn’t for compliment the little A. It seems that the gentleman can be clumsy, sometimes. After and awkward silence he added :

- Sorry, it was rude, I didn’t mean that. He smiled, embarrassed and confused. I’m sorry, that was just … Hum … That’s an interesting question. It’s just … It’s too late for my brain. Sorry.

He stopped walking, letting her going ahead. The white-loved-smile of the blond haired boy wasn’t there anymore, like the light on his wand who was vanished. In the dark he said then :

- You know, I think it’s a good thing, for a person, to feel different. It’s a quality, to be original, to see things by a different eye than the others. That’s a chance. You’re a lucky girl. People who don’t want understand you are the kind of person who should think they have a problem. Someday, you’ll find a guy who’ll loves you as you are, and friends who’ll like you for your interesting personality and thoughts ; I’m, actually, one of them.

Himself didn’t know where this kindness was coming from, maybe he was just trying to apologize, or maybe he was simply sincere and already considering her as a friend. Who knows ?

- You see ... I'm weird too.

[HS : It was about time ... Sorry. Plus, it seems that I lost vocabulary. Argh.]

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