Getting Things Together (open.)

[Devin Reed]

The Black Lake had always interested Devin. He never knew how water could be so incredibly dark, like a hole leading into the depths of hell. On nice days a light color contrasted with the dark mirrored the sky, usually a shade of plastic blue. The image of the castle loomed on the surface as well, as if it was a graceful swan drifting across the water. On sunny days when the wind was still the lake was smooth like a stone, no ripples disturbed the surface. It was like black glass. Devin found his eyes drifting from the girl in front of him to take a glance at the lake. Today the picture perfect lakeside view wasn't happening, instead it was blotchy and grey.

A sharp chilly rain flew like blades along with the wind, piercing any open skin when someone left the safety of the building. The skies overhead were a pale grey color, symbolizing a coming rainstorm, and perhaps colder weather, with more wind. The clouds were as grey as a stormy sea, or grey mashed potatoes, as it loomed over like an angry curtain. No sign of sun with the ability to breach the resisting converage. One would think any amount of clouds would be gone within a short time judging how quickly the wind was traveling. It had been raining all week, and though his hopes of a lack of rain on this very day had been crushed, Devin managed to look optimistically upon the situation. As optimistically as he could, anyways, there wasn't much good to cold, or grey, or anything about the weather. But truthfully, he was a bit occupied at the moment.

Not so much occupied as he was distracted. Though he only had his loose school robe around his shoulders to keep him warm, no coat, no sweater, no scarf, just the uniform, he found his mind stray away from the chill. Many a papers were located in his hands, with bent corners and ripped edges, some folded in a way that suggested it hadn't been on purpose as much as it had been uncaring, were being thrown into his bag as best as the task could be done at the moment. While still trying to walk briskly inside, for the potential sicknesses were in the air, Devin shoveled his supplies anywhere it could go to make his job easier. Inside books(harming those as well), the inside pockets, within notebooks with similar pages that meant he would most likely never find them again... That's when he tripped. Over his own shoe. And hit the ground. It took a moment to register what had happened, as once the ground that was just five feet below him was now within an inch of his face.

Fifteen minutes previous to the situation, Devin had been trapped in his dormitory, wondering if it was actually possible to die of boredom. Due to the absense of events occuring at that very moment, he had chosen to deepen his ponderings into a train of thought, and came up with an answer: yes. A dryspell of tasks for the mind could cause one to bash their head upon a table, wall, or any other flat surface, as if it was better than simply waiting around for what was hopefully coming. The unfortunate would continue until a large amount of brain cells had suffered an unneccisary death. With a good portion of deceased brain cells, and the living cells probably attending funerals, one was doomed to suffer from, well, being an idiot. Images of moronic students had filled Devin's mind. Students who stumbled, tripped, and crashed down stairs, some accidentally running into fireplaces or falling on candles. So yes, he had concluded, it was definately possible to die from boredom.

Okay, Devin had stopped himself after he mentally recited the potential death-by-boredom situation once more. I need something to do...before I accidentally walk into a fireplace... Was it just him, or were those walls getting closer together? That settled it, he was going outside before this room was the death of him. Devin had swiped some papers off a flat surface of choice and skimmed them over quickly. Had they been from last year, this year, Charm's class, note from a friend, it didn't matter. All Devin knew was that they were all in his handwriting: chickenscratch. Distinctive 'E's were scattered about the paper in a dark blue color, or were they 'J's? He didn't dare stop to think about it, he could organize them in a moment when he was outside. Like a rocket, Devin fired his way to the front door, never once had he bothered to look at the weather outside...

See where that had gotten him?

Oh, the rain was a terrible thing. In some instances, such as a hot and humid summer afternoon where the clouds stood like soldiers awaiting an order to resemble the air's stillness, rain was wonderful. In his current situation, however, Devin would have to have chosen the hot and humid summer day, where he wouldn't have had nearly as much trouble with those blasted papers. Though a few months previous to the event it had been a hot and humid summer afternoon, and the boy would have easily preferred the current weather: cold and blustery with hardly any signs of dry ground because of the rain that pounded it into a carpet of slippery grass. It was then that Devin realized just how cold he really was, and how idiotic he had been to brave the weather without any sort of coat. He thought back to his dormitory, where both a selection of hooded sweatshirts and Ravenclaw scarf were laying around in plain view. If only he could turn back time. Hadn't they learned anything about that yet?

He had landed almost flat on his face, having an unplesant close-up view of the ground surrounding the Black Lake. Other than slightly embarrassed, he felt fine. Unfortunately the little tumble he took managed to get the entire front of his body wet, making it seem like he had spilled something, a very large something, on himself. His bag, though lucky enough to salvage his textbooks and the majority of the loose sheets of papers, lay upside down and open. It let a few sheets fly like ghosts escaping in the wind current, probably being wrecked by the rain. All of the others that had still been in his hands had somehow disappeared as well.

Oh yes, the rain was indeed a terrible thing. Although frustrated, and a little embarassed by the klutzy move, Devin had never been one to cry over spilled milk. He simply pushed himself up to a standing position. From there the boy proceeded to scan the area with sharp brown eyes, seeing if he could recover any of the 'lost souls'. If he hadn't been so suddenly annoyed with the weather, and himself for choosing to come outside, he may not have just shrugged the situation off. But Dev decided it was more work than it was worth, and there was always another piece of paper and a quill in the common room. On to the next precaution. He glanced around one more time, looking for people this time. It was just better if no one saw him fall. But then, who was crazy enough to go outside in the pouring rain? Oh yeah... he thought. I am.

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[Letitia Parker]

Letitia smiled, as she was standing, or more like spinning in the rain. This was just beautiful. The way the beautiful rain just sprinkled on the beauty, and the new thunder hide her laughs, and her sighs of happiness.

It seemed she hadn't been this happy for ages. Not since the war, not since that faitful day, of the worst day of her life, which she still didn't want to talk about, even though it had happened ages ago...She still hadn't talked through that with her best friend, who she had seen righ thten.

She waved over to him, soaking wet, running over to him, doing a few twirls. They were so different. He had a temper, and she didnt. He always found rain to be dreadful, she found it incredibly relaxing...Ofcourse, she'd much rather at the tower, at the top of it, then down here any day. But she loved the lake with everything she had.

Running overhim, showing off some fancy dance turns as she did, and jumps, she finally arived right behind him. Putting her two fingers, in two gaps in the back, she squezed tight, hoping that he wasn't in one of hois bad moves.

"Hey stranger" she said


((Sorry for such a small post..these head ahces are getting worse and worse! Ive had them since the end of May! Sucks!))