and let the sun rain down on me `` open

[lysander dmitri scamander]

woah, mona lisa
i'd pay to see you frown

Plip. Plop. The rain kept falling down. Summer was still here, and it was raining! Raining! Then again, it shouldn’t surprise him so much, after all, this was the United Kingdom, and it was notorious for its bad weather. Especially the cold ones too. This was just great. After all, his plan really wasn’t ruined by the rain, was it? Who was he kidding? It started to rain just as he was heading out to the Forbidden Forest. Actually, he was almost within the outer edges when the rain came pouring down in huge, heavy droplets of water. And it came pouring in fast. By the time he had reached the blissfully close shelter of the Greenhouses, Lysander was soaked to the bone, shivering and cold. Right now his breath was forming clouds of warm air swirling and mixing in with the cold. The warm air gave off little to no heat, perhaps the only reason that Lysander was even breathing so hard was to see the whiteness of his breath appear and then disappear. Instead of retaining it inside of him to make him warmer, he did that, as if to entertain himself. Waiting for himself to dry off, which was indeed a very cold process, he decided to look at his make-shift shelter. It was leaking in various places, but this was a greenhouse, wasn’t it? It was supposed to harbor plants which needed water. But then again, these were magical plants. Did they need water? Yeah, he supposed all plants did. That was awfully stupid of him, thinking they didn’t need them because they were magical and whatnot. He beat himself over it, which took a good ten minutes. And a snippet of what he thought? Lysander, you nut! You couldn’t bloody hell just assumed that all plants needed water?! It’s like we need water! What the fuck were you thinking?! That just because they were magical they didn’t need what everything living thing needs? After all, you’re magical! UGH! Does that mean you differ from muggles and don’t need to drink water?! What kind of logic is that? Maybe the sorting hat was right; you aren’t meant to be in fucking Ravenclaw. And oh dear does the self bashing continue. In his head and out of his head, he tormented himself with words. Words were powerful enough. The occasional ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and ‘I’m utterly stupid I should die’ would slip from his mouth. And all because of his temporary lapse of judgment and thinking that magical plants didn’t need water.

And at the worst possible moment, a new leak sprang from the roof and rainwater poured onto Lysander. And he was just feeling a bit less wet! "WHAT THE HELL THIS IS A MAGICAL SCHOOL WHY IS THIS GREENHOUSE LEAKING?!" Has Lysander just been transported to a muggle school, a parallel universe? Oh well. He was cold. His teeth chattered and he clamped them shut, trying to make it stop. Stepping to the side to a less wet position as water pooled at his feet on the damp ground. So much for trying to get dry. He might was well attempt to get pneumonia at this point. Going to the Hospital Wing would be downfall and notice to him. But he would be sopping wet anyways. Dragging himself to the Hospital Wing meant a lot of things. Maybe he could just run up. It couldn’t be that far, could it? It didn’t seem like far before. But then again, it was raining; he might wander off and get lost. It was dark, and he couldn’t see very far. And in the rain it might as well have been not being able to see his hand until he pulled it in front of his face. Just great. He knew it was a bad idea to sneak out so close into the beginning of the school year. It was already curfew. What would mum and dad say? Well, mum might be alright with it, after all, how many times had she broken Hogwarts rules? Dad, well, dad would always agree with mum, right? Either way, he did not want to get in trouble and the Hospital Wing and calling upon assistance was just unacceptable. Not yet, anyways. Not quite yet. Why hadn’t he had taken Lorcan along with him? After all, his brother was the adventure seeker and would boldly get in trouble for some kind of adrenaline rush. Most times he had successfully dragged Lysander along with him to forsake the punishment with him. Usually Lysander wouldn’t mind all that much. After all, it wasn’t like he minded it, though he hated the thought of his record being blemished so often. Although he had no plans for the future, Lysander always wanted to do something bright, and life changing to some people. That might not happen though. Screw that, it was most likely that it would not happen. Wouldn’t one agree upon that? Yeah, yeah. Even his brother would. Still, he could still have dreams about it, right? Being successful. Have a good family once older. Of course. Wasn’t that everyone’s goal? It was his, at the least. It was common, he knew. Not that he didn’t have a good family now, they were a bit weird and unusual and yes, a lot dysfunctional, but they were good to each other, were they not? They were a good, loving, caring family.

Now he had to focus getting out of this soon to be death trap. He just couldn’t understand one thing. Why in the world hadn’t the Herbology Professor, or anyone for that fact, fixed the roof? Lysander would have fixed it up in a heartbeat, but he had temporarily misplaced his wand somewhere. He’d probably find it someplace he had neglected to check, like his jacket pocket or something. Oh! He was incredibly silly. There it was! His wand was in his pocket all along. Cold and a bit wet from being inside the soaked jacket, but otherwise unharmed. He muttered the spell to fix up the roof, if only temporarily, but failed a couple of times because of lack of concentration and the fact that his teeth were chattering whenever he opened his mouth to say a word. But eventually the roof was fixed, and everyone was pretty much happy. Except a very soaked, very cold, very moody Lysander.

i was lazy. badddd template. ,,NOTES
heyy, join would ya?,,TAG
panic! at the disco for the lyrics from the ballad of mona lisa ,,CREDIT

[bethany]

The clouds were swirling around angrily today. Instead of big, puffy white monsters, these clouds resembled a blanket more than anything. They stretched from horizon to horizon, blotting out the weak light that was trying to burn through them. This, however, was not unusual, especially for the United Kingdom. It seemed that every other day there was a different weather problem, ranging from torrential downpours to heavy fogs settling over the area. Some people did not like the rain, and spent the day holed up in the castle, playing cards and other games with equally bored friends. The grounds were nearly deserted save for a girl laying on the incline next to the lake, staring up at the sky in wonder. The clouds grew darker and darker as she lay there, seemingly oblivious to the ominous weather forming high in the sky above her. However, Bethany was completely aware of the shifting in the weather and was waiting expectantly. Thunderstorms were always fascinating, among other things. This was not the reason she had come to look up at the sky in the first place though. The whole day had felt somewhat off, as if she was missing something. Frowning up at the sky, Bethany reviewed her day, starting with her normal run around the grounds this morning. The minutes passed by slowly, the rain coming ever closer and her coming ever closer to what was missing or wrong. It wasn’t until the first rain drop hit her (directly between the eyes – how cliché) that she was able to remember what was missing. Lifting her right arm off her torso, where it was comfortable situated, Bethany confirmed her thoughts. Her bracelet, black leather with an eagle imprinted on one side, was missing, the familiar weight gone. Now…where would I have put it? It was unusual for her, even on a bad day, to forget things (especially things like this bracelet). It had been a gift from her older brother for Christmas one year. It had lived on her wrist since, coming off only on certain occasions. Beth sat up, looking around, as if the answer would hit her if she looked around enough.

The rain poured harder, the drips flowing from her hair, down her face and dripping off her chin. The greenhouses! It hit her, and Bethany knew that that is where she would find her bracelet. A few days prior her Herbology class had needed to plant some new, exotic plants. Said plants had large buds, already in bloom, with vivid colors and a hearty constitution. In contradiction to the innocent exterior, the plant was actually a very powerful narcotic – the juice from the roots able to put anyone to sleep in a matter of seconds of ingestion. The Herbology Professor had gone over the correct way to transfer the plants to the correct pots and Bethany had taken off her bracelet to avoid any dirt getting caught in the clasp or even having the whole piece of jewelry ripped off her wrist. If memory served correctly, it would be sitting on the third counter, about five feet from the left. Pushing off the wet ground with a squish, Bethany turned in the direction of the greenhouses and started across the grounds. The rain was heavy and steady now, soaking her to the bone. This did not bother her, for she was comfortable in the rain. The only problem she did have, granted a tiny one, was the temperature. She really wouldn’t have minded it to be a little higher, but one must not be so selfish, especially when it came to fickle Mother Nature.

The greenhouses appeared in the distance and Beth couldn’t help but flinch slightly at them. Drafty and run down, it was not her favorite place to be, never mind a place she would go willingly. The roof had many holes, and she had no doubt that the place would be leaking horrendously and provide little to no shelter from the rain. Shoving her hands into her pockets, Bethany continued up the slope to the structures in front of her. The sky was getting darker and the grounds were slippery from all the rain. Bethany slipped a little during the final feet of the getting to the greenhouse and she had to search in the dark to see the door handle. Hmm…strange. Didn’t seem that dark five minutes ago. Shrugging her shoulders to ward off the rain dripping down the back of her neck, Beth entered the greenhouse and closed the door just in time to hear someone yell an exclamation of sorts. Seeing no one in her immediate vicinity, she figured that the person must be at the other end of the greenhouse from her. Walking in, she pulled her ponytail in front of her and squeezed the water out of it, having the drips join those on the floor.

Continuing on to her desk that she normally occupied in Herbology, Bethany looked around for her bracelet. There it is. It was sitting right next to a leftover ceramic pot, clammy and cold but hers nonetheless. Slipping it on and fastening the clasp with some difficulty, Beth looked up to see whom she had heard yelling moments before. Catching sight of the boy standing moodily on the other side of the greenhouse, Beth tilted her head and watched as he fixed the roof. Finally recognizing what he had said to begin with (about the ceiling, that is) she felt a half smile plant itself on her face. It was true. Moving slightly closer, Bethany rested her elbows on the counter and looked outside at the rain. “It is quite shocking, isn’t it? A school with hundreds of wizards has a greenhouse with a leaky roof. Ironic, really.”

[lysander dmitri scamander]

woah, mona lisa
i'd pay to see you frown

Oh dear. It was still a shadowy darkness outside, and though he had managed to patch up the roof the best he could, all he could think was, charms was definitely not his forte. In fact, he was thinking it might as well just be his worst subject ever. Repairing the roof, it had taken every ounce of brainpower he could muster in his shivering condition to even think of the spell. He could always blame it on bad weather (and he almost always did), but inwardly, he knew it was because his mind was on other things instead of magic and charms and all that whatnots and stuff. Okay, he was spitting out lies in his head to keep himself from dying from boring, and from the looks of this weather it had gotten very dark, very fast, and it didn't look like it was ever going to light up. Ever. Exaggeration or not, it was incredibly dark and even a when he murmured the comforting lighting spell of 'lumos', he still couldn't see past his outstretched fingertips. This was just great. Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Now, what to do, what to do. He suddenly wished that he had some human company at this moment, but for whatever reason would a person bother with themselves to even go outside in this weather, never mind seek company with Lysander in this greenhouse where the roof was beginning to get leaky... again. He cursed. Lysander really needed to work on his spell work, he had at least predicted that the spell was going to last longer than it had been. Oh well, it could hold for a few more seconds, or minutes, or maybe an hour if he was trapped here for that long, and that would be a bit of a stretch there. He fought the urge to slam his fist against anything... something, but he knew that it would be useless. How would slamming his fist into anything be helpful, and especially in this greenhouse where the leaky roof might just fall apart. For all he knew he could have made it worse by damaging the roof and this was just the calm before the storm. Damn it, what was he going to do? Did he always have to be in the worst of situations. Granted, there were probably a lot worse going on in school these days, but really? Being wet and cold and uncomfortable was not the best situation, really.

He could just wait here and wait for the weather to clear up, but that could be for hours, and hell, he really didn't like Herbology all that much, and would do anything to get out of this Greenhouse, which for a fact was where he had his Herbology lessons. Oh, please, please, make it end! Or at least make it bearable! Translation: Make someone else go through this too. Knowing his luck, that wasn't going to happen. But one could always hope, right? Hope was the next best thing to reality. Well, no. Fantasy was the next best thing to reality, but only because reality covered a whole aspect of things. But for a second it seemed like his wish was granted, when someone approached him. "Yeah, a bit. Exactly what I was thinking. Striking up conversation with another person was not his thing, definitely something he did not excel at. Actually, even participating in one without the presence of his twin was actually shocking. No, forget that. Being seen without his twin was shocking, though it was happening more often outside of the commons. Aside from the fact that they sleep in different dorms, are in different houses, and Lorcan was a great deal more outgoing that Lysander, they weren't much different at all. In fact, Lysander had stepped into Lorcan's shoes once (not that it had been uncomfortable, they had the same show size, though Lysander hated the out going part), and vice versa (Lorcan didn't like it either, he had to hold his tongue). No one ever suspected, except maybe the smarter of their friends.

Strike up conversation. Be polite. She had done nothing but be nice. Ask her something. Say something. "So... what brings you out here on this cold and stormy day... or night..." FOOL! That was just incredibly horrible, you cretin! Lysander was not good with girls, not even friends, except maybe a few he'd known since before attending hogwarts. Even if he didn't think anything of girls (which he usually never did), he was horrible at talking to them. What a way to go down.

it's like, 2 in the morning, so forgive me for any mistakes, and that it's short. ,,NOTES
beth, thank you so much!,,TAG
panic! at the disco for the lyrics from the ballad of mona lisa ,,CREDIT

[bethany]

Bethany felt the cold chilling her bones. It hadn’t been that bad when she was outside, the actually falling of rain keeping her mind off of how cold she actually was. Shivering slightly, she rung out her hair once again, getting rid of the offending rain that had dared to go down her neck. Pulling out her wand (a 10 ½ oak, with a unicorn hair core, thank you very much) she murmured the spell that would take the water out of her clothes. Of course, if the rain kept up, she would have to go back outside and get all wet all over again. Ah well. No time like the present. Not only intelligent and observant, Bethany was also very chill. Perfectly happy to sit in the greenhouse (she would have been happier on the bridge, or the hills near the lake but hey? What was she going to do about that?) and think blankly. Of course, this wasn’t one of her usual haunts, but even so. The dark clouds had descended on the area and she found herself struggling to see in the dim light. Smiling lightly, she moved closer to the window, ogling the storm brewing outside. She could remember her first thunderstorm as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. A young 5-year-old Bethany Hunter was sitting and playing a game with her younger brother, Jake, when the first rolls of thunder pounded through the house. Jake, scared beyond his wits, flew out of the room and to her mother. Beth however, stood up, wide-eyed and curious. Moving toward the big bay window of the living room, she pressed her face to the cool glass. The second roll of thunder came and she felt the rumbling in her chest and her very being. The lighting came next, making the world blaze for a few moments. Never had she felt such thrill since then, except when she was riding a broom or watching a thunderstorm. Some people, her minimal friends included, did not understand her infatuation and did not understand why she would sit outside willingly, or on the stone steps of the clocktower courtyard and watch the rain fall.

Looking around the greenhouse, her eyes, accustomed to the dark, took in the leaking walls and roof that was about to fall apart. Frowning, Beth moved away from the window and walked over to one of the leaky walls. Would it be so bad to touch up a few things? Not a lot, for sure. But definitely enough to make this a relatively water-free place until the storm subsided. Her wand, which had hung limply at her side, came up to tap on the wall. Immediately, little threads of white light shot from her wand and made a sort of film over the hole in the wall, baring the water from coming in. That will last for a little while. Turning her head slightly, she caught sight of a weak light from the other student’s wand. Hmm…seems like a good idea. With a soft ‘lumos’ to her own wand, Bethany’s wand light up and allowed her to see the roof over where he was standing. She realized at once what he had tried to do. But…the spell didn’t seem to be sticking. It wasn’t completely wrong, but it didn’t seem like he had been focusing when saying the spell. Eh. We all have our specialties. Luckily for her, they were charms and transfiguration. It wasn’t often she was stumped in those classes and the spells came easily enough. For her, Charms was the best. Not only did you get to learn practical uses for spells, but it improved her spell skills, thereby improving her dueling and DADA skills. Transfiguration was fun; you got to turn objects into other objects. It totally defied the muggle’s physics laws and every time she heard a muggle mention how something was impossible, Beth couldn’t help but laugh. If only they knew…

Spinning in a circle, Bethany noted the other place in the room, most noticeably the roof, where major amounts of water were leaking in. Not only was the water ironic, but the fact that she was here in the first place. What a place to be cooped up in during some of her favorite weather. In the Herbology greenhouses, one of her least favorite places on the grounds of Hogwarts. Turning her head toward the boy who had spoken to her, Beth tilted her head slightly. “I forgot my bracelet and had to come back for it.” She paused for a moment, contemplating how best to continue. “But…I confess I had ulterior motives. I find thunderstorms to be thrilling.” Smiling lightly, she hoped he wouldn’t think she was some type of a freak. She got that one a lot when people found out why she liked to sit in the rain. Then again, they probably thought she had a death wish or something. “If you don’t mind my asking, what are you doing out here?” Her smile grew slightly, “You don’t seem to like the rain, but then again, I could be wrong.” Beth hoped he wouldn’t take any offense to anything she had said. Her people skills were not the best, but she did know how to be articulate.



ooc: Mine is a little short too, i'm sorry. And no problem! I love roleplaying :)[/color]

[lysander dmitri scamander]

woah, mona lisa
i'd pay to see you frown

And his question lead him to question himself. There must be some better reason that he had come out here in this blasted cold rain other than going to the Forbidden Forest to be alone. What a pansy he was! Now he was stranded in here with a stranger he barely even knew, though granted, he wouldn't mind getting to know her, it was just the sudden turn of events and the sudden turn of this storm was frustrating Lysander. He should have known, after all, the clouds in the sky had been gray with rain now that he thought of it. His refusal to dry himself was part out of stubbornness and also out of knowing he would get wet anyways as soon as he took one step out of the door so he could get back onto school grounds, and hopefully evade trouble or have people cut him some slack for being out in the freezing rain. Hopefully it would let up soon, but it was pouring, and still going on strong. So, this was going to be a long time before he was going to get damp again, and might as well prevent himself from getting pneumonia or something of that sort. He was tempted to light a fire... but alas, he was not going to risk burning the greenhouse down, despite how heavy the rain was pouring he doubted that it would be enough to save them if he started a fire and it spread rapidly. Not taking a risk, especially since he might be putting another human being in danger.

The rain seemed to get even heavier, if possible at all, or his spell was wearing off... fast. He knew it. Charms was never his strong point, Potions was. And Potions took time and ingredients, and, well, Potions did not fix roofs. He supposed he should have paid more attention in Charms class when he had a chance, but no, he just had to be using that class to be dozing off and day dreaming. And oh, was he regretting it now. But, well, he couldn't possible do anything about it now, except hope maybe the other person occupying the room was good at Charms, or perhaps listened during class like any other student other than him. So, there was a good chance. Just when he was about to ask her he paused for a second, listening to her, absorbing her answer in his brain. A bracelet? And an ulterior motive. Heh, didn't we all have that? Well, at least he didn't have to lie this time, though he still tried to figure out what his ulterior motive was. Or was going to the Forbidden Forest the ulterior motive and there was some other reason why he was here in the Greenhouses, where he had just had Herbology perhaps a couple of hours ago... He didn't even like the classroom. Perhaps he could just say that he was seeking shelter from the rain, but the real reason he was out here was going to the banned area where it seemed the teachers never paid attention to. But he chose now to respond than ponder about with his thoughts, which was getting really old, really fast.

"No, you're right. I'm not exactly partial to the rain in anyway, actually you mind hate me for this, but I find it rather gloomy and sad, and kind of sluggish feeling, like when you're inside during a rainy day you don't really want to do anything? And being cold and wet is no exception for why I'm not particularly fond of this type of weather." Lysander's mouth curled up into a small smile. "But I guess it's time to confess. I was seeking shelter when the rain started to pour, that's why I'm here. Honestly don't tell a soul I was out here, I really don't want detention to attempting to go to the Forbidden Forest." What was her name again? Oh dear, he had forgotten to ask! "Where are my manners? Sorry, my name's Lysander. What's yours?" Classic. It was innocent enough, nothing that could be taken the wrong way.

blahhh... it's still late here. i would do something for april fool's... but i am lazy.. ,,NOTES
beth, thank you so much!,,TAG
panic! at the disco for the lyrics from the ballad of mona lisa ,,CREDIT

[bethany]

Beth shook her head at his statement. “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and believe me, I know that a lot of people see the rain as bleak and sluggish.” She shrugged slightly, looking out at the downpour. “I see it as a cleansing, purifying kind of weather, you know? As if the slate is being washed and we all get to start afresh the next day.” Perhaps that was too deep of her to bring up, especially in a first conversation with someone she barely knew, but hey. Beth wasn’t known for sugar-coating anything. In fact, she often spoke her mind, but only when she felt the need to do so. It wasn’t as if she ran around shouting her beliefs and opinions at the top of her lungs. A girl of many contradictions she was. The Forbidden Forest? Interesting… Why he was out there, she had no clue, nor was she about to ask, but Bethany felt a small sort of connection with this kid. She herself often broke rules and went searching through the forest, her slight curiosity and disregard for the rules apparent. Although a Ravenclaw to the core (er, brain if you want to get technical) Beth was no stranger to the detention room or breaking curfew. Often times, she would sneak out and go and watch the stars out on the grounds near the lake. Beth looked at him and nodded slightly, adding a small shrug after it. “Well, that’s really none of my business is it? And I’m not the type to get involved in the matters of others, so, as far as the faculty need be concerned, you have been up in your common room the whole time, rather than trapped by the rain in a greenhouse with me.”

She noticed that he looked freezing, but seemed to be doing nothing about it. Why was that? She contemplated asking, but felt that it would have been too personal a question. Instead she settled for rubbing her own hands together, warming up the numb phalanges. Her sweatshirt had been warm, but was now slightly damp due to the leaking ceiling. Glancing up she noticed that spell was deteriorating fast, and that any moment water could come crashing down on them. The last thing she needed was to get hypothermia or pneumonia or the flu. Beth raised a hand and pointed to the ceiling. “You mind if I touch this up a bit?” She prayed that she didn’t come off as superior or pompous. Really, all she wanted to do was help. It wouldn’t be all that great to be stuck with someone who thought of her as conceited and superior.

“Forgive my manners as well.” Smiling slightly, she responded to his question. “I’m Bethany, but you can call me Beth.” After a few beats of silence she added, “It’s nice to meet you, Lysander.” Plastering another small smile on her face, Beth walked to the counter and boosted herself up, so that she was sitting with her back to the windows, facing the other side of the greenhouse. Eh, I should probably keep the conversation going, Beth thought, groaning in her mind. She wasn’t good at this type of thing. What if Lysander thought she was some kind of stupid third year who couldn’t even hold a simple conversation. Clearing her throat she looked over at the boy.

“So,” she started, her voice slightly higher than normal, and she winced. Composing herself, she continued. “What house are you in?” Great, just great. Now he’s going to think you are some type of person who judges based on house rather than personality. Not that that was true in any way, because it wasn’t. Bethany didn’t care about house. As far as she saw it, they were all people first, wizards second and house third. And shouldn’t every person have the opportunity to make a good impression, regardless of house?

NOTES -- sorry it took so long to respond!
TAGS -- lysander is a cool dude
WORDS -- six fifty eight
OUTFIT -- outfit hurr (optional)
CREDIT -- template to heather !! (:[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]