Ghost, Please? [whoever feels up to it]

[Xiomara Lang]

“Wah, mmm..” That was the sound Xiomara made as she stretched out her arms and yawned, her eyes shutting slightly and filling up with water. It felt great to stretch out her tired muscles and it would feel even better to take a walk in the cool night air. Sliding out from the chair she’d been sitting on, Xiomara stood flat against the wooden floor of the Slytherin common room. Turning, she scooped up her books and quills and stuck them into her shoulder bag.

Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window.

Xiomara was to leave Hogwarts, weeks ago. But she had chosen otherwise. She wanted to stay with her friends, at least to finish her schooling. And after some begging, she finally got her father to understand and he told her that he’d send her letters from Beijing. What would she do there anyhow? She wouldn’t fit in. Her place was here, not with muggles. Especially foreign muggles.
She had shut herself away for now though, concentrating on her studies. But perhaps she should have broken the news to Nathaniel. False alarm! It brought a smile to her lips as she thought about Nathaniel. She had been more scared of leaving Nathaniel than any of her other friends. But she was the only one who knew why, and she wasn’t exactly sure. But she did know that she loved him, more than anything in the world. More than photography, and certainly more than quidditch.

Those little whispers, love me, love me.
That’s all I ask for, love me, love me.

Enough with the daydreaming! Xiomara quickly pranced down the stairs after putting her carrying bag away, humming softly to herself. Her hair of course was a choppy mess and chunks of it covered almost the whole left side of her face. Xiomara was always this tomboy of a girl. She’d never really explored romance and she wasn’t all about that either. She cared more about doing something off the wall then sitting around being all lovey dovey and she always found a way to just be one of the guys instead of a ‘pretty girl’. Yet on some occasions she did fancy dressing up for a dance and whatnot. And sundresses? She loved them. But you’d only catch her wearing one on a rare occasion. She usually dressed… well… how she was now, in torn and beaten jeans and a plain t-shirt with a band logo sketched over it, the collar torn so that it hung over her shoulder, revealing her creamy skin which was also rare.

Let’s run! She decided. And there she was, running through the corridor with the wind blowing her hair back all over the place. Sliding around corners, she had hardly any time at all to watch her surroundings, and then there it was. BAM! A loud crashing sound probably sounded halfway down the corridor as Xiomara Lang smashed into someone. Her feet slipped from underneath her and suddenly she found herself lying on her back, staring up at the stone ceiling, with a throbbing pain running down her spine.

[Avery Moretti]

Avery was up. It wasn't terribly late at night, and she wasn't quite tired yet. Besides, she'd been writing in her journal about stuff. Jackson was back and Holden was her friend again, so she was quite happy. Plus, she was figuring stuff out about Quidditch. Who in the world was going to be on the team finally? Delia had disappeared for quite a time. And currently, Adrian, Edwin, and Kaelyn were all gone as well. She really needed to have reliable people on the team so that she wasn't having practices with four people and worrying that in competitions people wouldn't show up.

Sighing, the girl stood up from her spot on her bed in the girl's dorm. She was bored. What to do, what to do. Perhaps if she went out, she'd find some of her friends to talk to. Or just anyone. Meeting new people was always fun, as long as they had a personality. Some people were just so classically average that it killed her inside. She needed weird, strange, quirky, odd people. People who knew how to have fun and be random and not care about what people thought of them.

Now she was on a mission. Find a crazy person to talk to! Slipping on some bold red flats, she left the common room with some stray smiles at her fellow Mihaels. Dressed in a pair of gray skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with a band design across the top and a pair of bold res suspenders over her shoulders, she wandered through the castle. She loved suspenders. They were fun. If she had a top hat, she'd wear one. xD

Wandering through the hallways, she hummed quietly to herself. She wasn't really walking anywhere in particular, just trailing along. Yet, she found herself getting more and more bored. Gosh. How come there weren't any other random people straying in the halls? Suddenly, she thought she heard something behind her. Like footsteps. Getting a bit freaked out by the sounds, she sped her walking and turned around her.

Then BAM! She hit into something someone. The other person fell backwards onto the floor, and she did as well. They had hit her with a lot more force than she had hit them, as she had just been fast walking. The back of her head was throbbing as well as the front from impact on the other person's face. Groaning, she rubbed her head and felt a bump on the front as well as the back. Great, now she had two weirdly situated horns.

Sitting up, she peaked her eyes open to see someone slightly familiar. Someone she knew by face and name, but had never spoken to. Blinking at her with her big blue eyes, Avery said, "This wasn't exactly the way I imagined meeting you for the first time."

[Xiomara Lang]

A soft moan escaped Xiomara’s lips as she moved her back from the ground and sat up to hunch over her legs. Her eyes gazed at the brunette girl sitting opposite of her, who also stared at her. A smile formed on Xiomara’s face as the girl mentioned not expecting them to meet this way. She didn’t think she’d meet the Mihael Quidditch Captain this way either, but actually.. this was perfect timing.

“Well I’m Xiomara. Slytherin Quidditch Captain.” She smirked, holding her hand out to the girl. Her spine gave a twinge of pain and she kind of twitched when she felt it, keeping her hand out all the same. Hopefully the fall wouldn’t mess up her flexibility on her broomstick. She’d go check it out, but she didn’t feel like going to the hospital wing for something so stupid.

Back on subject. This girl, the other quidditch captain, she had seen her around somewhere but couldn’t exactly pinpoint her name. She remembered her from potions class maybe… or perhaps charms. Xiomara remembered when whatshisname had turned his egg all pretty with some kind of colorizing spell. I think his name was Carl? That had been long ago. In fact, lately she didn’t really pay much attention to her classes. Actually besides her mind being on Nathaniel, her mind was also on the weird things going on at the ministry.

Supposidly there was a new ‘dark lord’ and ancient death eaters were escaping Askaban. As much as it frightened her, it intrigued her even more. She wanted more than just the Daily Prophet for assurance. And then she had thought, if this dark lord was stronger than Voldemort, and Harry Potter had established Dumbledore’s Army for him.. shouldn’t they make a Potter Army or something? Obviously it was necessary to have some kind of plan. Maybe the quidditch teams could establish something, after all they were all fit for battle and maybe brushing up on some magic they could help protect Trios.

“Actually I was wondering if you heard about those breakouts at Askaban?” Xiomara said suddenly, not really thinking things through. She really sucked at approaching topics, but maybe now would be the time to discuss things with this girl. This fellow quidditch captain. After all there was no better time than now. Yet she didn’t want to scare the girl because they had only just met.

[sorry, it’s a crappy post haha]

[Avery Moretti]

Watching the girl with slight amounts of intent and also wariness, she saw her moan. Well, she seemed to be just as hurt as Avery. It was like a scene out of a movie; running into each other. Yet, for some reason, it seemed to happen a lot around the school. Apparently, there were a lot of students going somewhere fast and not looking where they're heading. Slowly, Avery smiled back. Someday they might look back on this and laugh. It was quite an amusing way to meet a person, after all.

Nodding her head at the introduction, which just confirmed what she thought she already knew, she smiled. Taking the other girl's hand, she shook it and said, "I'm Avery, Mihael Quidditch Captain." Good. Introductions out of the way. The pain in her head was slightly forgotten as talking with a person interested her more. Though she wondered if they should pay a visit to the Hospital Wing to be on the safe side. Maybe. Maybe not.

Hearing the girl's question, she was actually a bit taken aback. Casual conversation might've been along the lines of 'What're you doing down here?' or something like that. So it was quite surprising to get asked a question like that. Especially since none of the students she'd ever talked to mentioned anything about Azkaban. No conversations in the corridors that she picked up on had to do with it, either.

In fact, she had no idea that anyone in the school even knew about it. It was a huge deal; of course, but students were so involved with school and other teenage things that she didn't think they'd even pay attention to any article in the Daily Prophet other than the Gossip Column. Apparently, someone other than herself read all the other articles as well.

And to put it simply, she was terrified. Just thinking about the situation and dealing with it out loud with a person made her turn pale and her throat close up. After the incident last year with the muggles discovering the castle and the shooting and stuff, she was even more afraid. Now they were dealing with high powered wizards and witches on the loose. Who knows what could happen. There was already an Auror that had been killed during an escape. And he had been the husband of a T.A. at the school, as well as a former graduate. That struck close to home.

Then there was the fact that many other Death Eaters had escaped from Azkaban and a family had been attacked. After a few moments of thinking through all of this, she nodded her head slightly. "Yeah, I've heard of them. Quite terrifying, don't you think? I might join Dueling Tactics next term to better prepare myself, if anything decided to happen."