my skies are turning gray [open]

[xxbrokenheartxx]

When I see your smile
Tears run down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm stronger I've figured out
How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one

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A book. Simple wasn't it? Reading was supposed to be simple. You were supposed to be able to turn the page and understand the words on the other side. But Aaryn. She was having a problem. The book... How could people write that? It was so boring. A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot. Some old book. She had picked it up, so she could figure out what really happened since Dennis wasn't explaining it that well. She had been reading for an hour and she hadn't gotten past the second page. So. Boring. She couldn't believe it.

Finally, she shut the book. She through the wasted paper onto the floor, in disgust. She was glad she wasn't in the library or the Librarian might swoop down on her and yell at her. She had yet to meet the Librarian, and didn't really want to. She scanned the room. So many people. It was amazing. They all found something to do. She stared at the children. The little first years.

Although she had only recently become a third year, so she had only really been her for two terms, it seemed like forever ago it was her first day and she met her first "friend". Well, Izzie hadn't really been a friend, just an acquaintance. It seemed like so long ago that girl had stood up in front of the entire Transfiguration class and spoke her words. Had annoyed her first teacher. She smirked at the fact that she had started her years with Hogwarts with rebellion, and would likely end them the same way.

She looked at her bag. What did she want to do? Something she hadn't done in a while. She wanted to draw. She was a decent drawer. But she hardly ever did it. She hadn't really thought about it. But now she did draw, sitting in her comfy chair, her legs crossed, leaning against the back. The pencil felt good in her hand. She was so glad she had a pencil. She had kept one. With the new spell she learned, Diffindo, she could sharpen it.

What was she drawing? The lamb laughing at the lion. That was how she felt. She had turned the system against themselves. The lion, the teachers, had learned that they weren't going to be allowed to opress the lambs, no matter how big the lion was, there were more sheep. She smirked slightly. Her drawing was finished. She fished through her bag, looking for colors, but none were found. She sighed, she shaded inthe drawing, sadly. She would have to find good colors.

Underneath the drawing she wrote the caption:

The lamb, no longer opressed.

It felt good to draw. It was yet another thing she could do. She could stop the anger annoyance. She could stop the lions. She could chase them down and stop them. She closed her notebook. What now? She stared at the book she had thrown. It lay there, motionless. She wondered why. Most of the books would have at least snapped at her by now...

She gently picked it up. That was when it began hitting her. Stupid book. She ripped the book off her head and dropped it. It remained motionless. She glared at it for a moment, before starting to feel silly for glaring at a book.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

He carried a broken guitar in with him. Sure, it was now useless. But it wasn't as if he had just opened the case and pulled it out broken. No, he had just done it. Moments before. After talking with Kali in the owlery (and of course, getting the letter from his mother) he had headed down to the lake, with his guitar. He didn't play it. He had stomped on it. Smashed his foot through it. His father had given it to him. He imagined the guitar was his father. It would have been nice to actually put his fist to his father's face; rather than his foot to the guitar.

Too bad it wasn't a voo-doo doll. Or rather, guitar.

By now, he was in Quality Quarters and looking around. Alas. He knew no one. He didn't have many friends or acquaintances in the very first place. He could count them all on his fingers. Telly, Kamy, Demi, Kali...Right, he was out of names already. It was pretty sad that a person he had only talked to a few times was number four on his list.

Very sad. He blew his hair out of his eyes, looking for something interesting to do. Or someone interesting to talk to. And then, he spotted her. A girl drawing.

Brayden walked over, guitar still in hand, and peered over the girl's shoulder. "A lion and a lamb?" It was his intention to startle her.

"I want to guess." He said, still peering. "The lamb is a Slytherin...Whom is laughing at the mere lion Gryffindor. But then...why would you draw a Slytherin as a lamb? That wouldn't be right." He thought for a few moments. "I'm fresh out of ideas, Miss." He usually wasn't this friendly. It scared him a bit.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Footsteps. A door. Opened. Just as she had figured out a way to color in the picture. But that could wait. She set her wand down beside her. Staring at her picture. She was surprised, it was far better than she had expected it to be. Perhaps she had a flare for muggle arts. It was about the only thing she liked about them, after living with them for nine years. She erased a stray mark and blew off the shavings.

The footsteps stopped and she heard someone behind her. Why behind her? A lion and a lamb?. She looked up to see the boy peering over her shoulder. She did not smile at a friendly face. She simply looked. One did not come and ask a question such as that one without adding on. It was almost like he had something in his voice that made her wait. Because, normally, she would have just talked more.

She noticed he was slightly older than her, or perhaps her age. She could not determine his house, for she could not see if he had taken off his robes or not, as only the tips of his shoulders were visible. Aaryn, had long ago stripped away her robes and replaced them with jeans and a black tube top. Her hair was up in a messy bun, so the top was black, but her blonde and pink tips created the bun, as well as pieces of black sticking out of it. It was all very tastefully arranged.

I want to guess. The lamb is a Slytherin...Whom is laughing at the mere lion Gryffindor. But then...why would you draw a Slytherin as a lamb? That wouldn't be right. I'm fresh out of ideas, miss.

"No, no," she said, "you have it all wrong, you see, the lamb is the students, and the lion, that's the staff, mainly Ms. Kohn and Mr. Gregory, I don't know if you have them, they are TAs, and the lamb is laughing, because the lion has been defeated, by a mere lamb. You see?" She was going to leave it at that, but the fact that he had called her "miss", had made her add, "sir."

She smirked slightly.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Lifting his empty hand, he brushed his bangs to the side. He needed a haircut. Who would give him a haircut? His mother used to do some fancy thing with her wand. But he didn't have that anymore. But there is nothing I can do. Brayden could have cried. He could have. But he didn't. That would be weak. He didn't want to be weak.

He looked quizzically at the sketch while she explained. "You have it all wrong, you see, the lamb is the students, and the lion, that's the staff, mainly Ms. Kohn and Mr. Gregory, I don't know if you have them, they are TAs, and the lamb is laughing, because the lion has been defeated, by a mere lamb. You see, sir?" Brayden nodded, grinning at the same time.

"I hate Gregory." Dennis Gregory. His History of Magic T.A. He couldn't wait until his next lesson, where he would be taught by Queety. He was thankful for the promotion. He leaned his guitar up against the back of the couch and leaned forward, resting his head on his arms. "That's very...intriguing. I like it. Very much so."

He stood up straight and took his robes off, revealing a white My American Heart t-shirt and dark denim jeans. His black and white checkered vans were dirty. So dirty, the white was now a light shade of brown. Tacky, whatever. Brayden didn't care. You were looking at a boy who didn't shower because he wanted to, but because he had to or else he'd probably smell. Showers took up a good ten minutes he could be doing something else. What-ever.

He rolled over the back of the couch, being careful not to hit the girl with any part of his body, and landed on the cushion. He straightened himself up, not caring that his hair was going every which way, out of control, completely messy. Peering at her, he outstretched his hand. "I'm Brayden."

[xxbrokenheartxx]

The boy was listening to her. It was proof! People brushed hair out of their eyes when they were listening. She did it herself. She had observed this. Of course, it was probably just Aaryn. His hair. So long. Messy. Of course, it wasn't as long as hers, but it was long for a boy. Poor kid probably didn't have anyone to cut it for him. Or he was going through a mid-life crisis after a bad break up and wanted to grow his hair long. She doubted that, though, because teenagers did not usually have mid-life crisis'. It wasn't very normal. Normally 45-year-olds with three kids and working on their third divorce did. Not teenagers. So she just guessed he didn't know how to cut his hair.

I hate Gregory. That was good to know. Someone, finally, who shared her hate dislike of the teacher. He was just so annoying! He probably thought he was cool and stuff. Because he had a mountain in class. Who thought that was cool? That's very...intriguing. I like it. Very much so. She grinned. Someone who liked her ideas. That was nice. Of course, she didn't very often share her ideas. That was, of course, because no one asked. Or she would have been happy to tell her.

He hopped onto the couch. Had she invited him? No. But that didn't matter. It wasn't as if the couch belonged to her. She had only claimed one edge of the couch. He looked as if he was being very careful not to come to her side. She grinned mentally. She was acting like a 6-year-old. My side of the couch, she thought, really.

An introduction? Everyone introduced themselves. This guy went as far as to extend his hand. Brayden. She did not shake his hand. Aaryn didn't shake hands. It just wasn't her thing. She just nodded to him.

"That's nice, Brayden," she said.

She was not about to relinquish her name to a stranger, like he so willingly did. "You shouldn't be so quick to relinquish your name to someone that could very well become an enemy," she said.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden rolled his eyes, rather immaturely, and shoved his hand into his pocket. Who would he be dealing with today? Surely not a girl who believed that around every corner someone would jump out on the attack. Paranoia. Brayden hated paranoia. Even though he suffered from it frequently.

He laughed a bit. "I don't make enemies." The death of his sister and abandonment of his father left him soft. Vulnerable. Not evil. Not like he used to be. He hated that Brayden now. This Brayden was better. Rather sarcastic. Maybe annoying. Usually happy. A bit conceited (Although, he had always been that way. ' Suppose being a part of one of the richest families in France did that. Well, he used to be a part of that family.)

"Knowing my first name won't stop you from killing me...or...being my enemy, Miss. I haven't given you my middle name, nor my last." He smirked a bit. There were two or three other guys in this school by the name of Brayden. He had seen them. Immature blokes. More annoying than he.

"You seem quite harmless to me, however." Although, Brayden would be the first to admit that his very tall height and slightly built appearance made him feel invincible. Which could be, and maybe was already, a terrible thing. He leaned back, still keeping a good three or four feet between them. His hands were placed behind his head and his feet crossed on the coffee table in front of him.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Brayden had rolled his eyes. This made Aaryn smirk slightly. Not that she was trying to be mean. She was just being Aaryn. Aaryn could not help but be annoyed by this. He had mad a small scene of stuffing his hand into his pocket. He was annoyed by her absence of a hand shake. She had her reasons. Well, it was just that she didn't like the formality. But she didn't see reason to tell him.

I don't make enemies. This might have sounded bitter had he not laughed right before. She shook her head slightly. This boy was so... She didn't know. Of course he would say something like that. Cover up his mistake. Well, what had she expected? For him to say, "Oh thanks, your so full of wisdom!" That might have been nice, but amazingly unrealistic.

Knowing my first name won't stop you from killing me...or...being my enemy, Miss. I haven't given you my middle name, nor my last. You seem quite harmless to me, however.

She looked at Brayden for a moment. He didn't understand what a name could mean. Of course, this was probably a tad exaggerated. But she wasn't about to reveal her name. Perhaps he was a teachers pet, and letting him know her name, would tell him all about herself. As she was sure, at least her fellow year-mates, knew her name from the many outbursts she'd had to the teachers. Although he most likely wasn't since he hated Gregory.

"Not many people make enemies," Aaryn said, "I doubt you made any of yours, it would be quite hard, you see, and I wonder why anyone would want to make someone they hate." She smirked slightly, but he would probably just be annoyed by this comment. She moved on. "No, but knowing your first name could assume me to believe that you might be the Brayden that had recently broke up with an acquaintance of mine, which would lead me to ask you your last name, without you knowing my motive, and if I was that kind of person, I would dislike you. But, of course, I don't particularly care if you were the person that broke up with Kamy, because I've only met her once, so I'm perfectly happy being friends with her ex."

She didn't want to tell him that she was far from harmless. That would be giving to much away.

[ooc: long... sorry. I had an inspiration]

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

His eyes closed, his mind had wandered to dear Telly for a moment. He liked her and whatever. But she was young :/ Maybe too young for him. Two years seemed like a million years to him. He didn't want to be a called a cradle robber or anything. If he kept flirting...he'd be leading her on...

His thoughts were interrupted though, when the girl began to explain herself. His ears perked up, but he didn't look at her. He was perfectly comfortable with the back of his eye lids. They didn't make him feel stupid when he went for a handshake. Not that he ever wanted to shake hands with his eye lids or anything...

"I doubt you made any of yours, it would be quite hard, you see, and I wonder why anyone would want to make someone they hate." He nodded. "I understand." And then he laughed. At the Kamy remark. So, now? She had told how many people about it? Even acquaintances? Way to spread personal information, Kamilynn. How rich.

He probably had several enemies right now, because of her. He cleared his throat and opened his eyes. They fell on her school bag. If he were to, rudely, grab her bag and shuffle through it, he could find out her name in a matter of seconds. He wasn't that desperate, though. His eyes moved to hers.

"Why are you so cold?" It could be a personal question. And if she felt it was, she'd probably take the same approach she did with her name.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

He closed his eyes. How queer. Most people did not randomly close their eyes during a conversation. Not that she particularly minded. She was perfectly fine with it, as long as he talked. She enjoyed talking. No matter how much it looked like she was not enjoying it. She was. She was a queer being herself. She was sure many people thought that. He looked like he was thinking after she was done thinking.

I understand. He understood her comment. Then he laughed about Kamylinn. A thought sprung into her head. He probably wondered how she knew. "Oh, and, she didn't tell me, it was, you know, word of mouth. You might even land yourself in the gossip section if your not careful who you tell."

She was full of wisdom today, wasn't she? Telling him about enemies, names, and now who you tell who you just broke up with to. Hmmm... Perhaps she could become a wise woman and have everyone come to her for advice. That way they'd have a whole world of people like her. That sounded icky. She decided she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't like herself if she'd met herself. That was just her personality. And why would she want anyone to copy her? Or admire her? Akito already did that, and it was quite annoying.

Why are you so cold? How blunt. But she was not one to be annoyed by bluntness or lack of tact. Those were to things she had perfected quite long ago. She looked at the boy. She wondered what house he was in.

"Cold?" she said, "what an interesting way of putting it, I never thought of myself that way. Hmmm... That's just the way I am to random strangers. It's like me asking why you are so blunt, it's just the way it is."

She smirked.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden sighed, opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows at her. In three steps. They weren't all meshed together sigh-eye open-brow furrow. No, it happened all at once. "I'm not sure if I'd care if I was in the gossip section." It's stupid, anyway. He knew the viewpoint from the writer (whom used to be Amanda Larsen. People hated her because of her article :[) and the viewpoint from the reader. As a reader, he thought it was stupid. Though most people were hung up on it. Ignorant.

He already knew he was a jerk for breaking up with Kamy like he did. But their chemistry just wasn't stable together. At least he got it over with. At least he didn't have to pretend everything was okay, while it wasn't. He had been straightforward. No lies. He was blunt.

He looked at her questioningly. "Well...okay then." She was one peculiar individual. Though her coldness wasn't enough to drive him away. Nah. Demi was like this when he had first met her. A small smirk formed on his face. "You're playing hard to get, aren't you?"

He was kidding, obviously. In no way was he a...player. In no way did he aspire to be like those naive first years whom hooked up and were madly in love after five minutes of knowing each other. Idiots.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

I'm not sure if I'd care if I was in the gossip section. That statement gained him the tiniest amount of respect. Something that did not normally happen to people that were mostly strangers. It was finally someone that didn't really care what complete strangers thought of him. Aaryn, herself, didn't care if strangers hated her, as long as her friends told her the truth. That was what was important. That she kept her friends. Though no one would guess it, Aaryn didn't want to lose her friends. She didn't particularly try hard to make them, but to lose the one she had made, that was awful.

"Finally," she said, "nice to see someone, who doesn't care."

She smirked slightly. Then he was thinking again. People did that a lot. Well, yes, everyone thought. But just thought in the middle of conversations. Well... People did that to. Wow Aaryn, she thought, you sure are smart people think a lot very nice, genius. Great, now she was insulting herself. What else would she do? Drive herself insane. That was it.

Well... Okay then. You're playing hard to get, aren't you?

"Me, playing hard to get?" she said, smirking, "no way... You think?"

Sarcasm was dripping off her every word. Of course, he was joking, and so was she. She had no interest in this boy Brayden. But joking around. That was fun. He was obviously trying to make a friend out of her. And... His effort was admirable. But she wasn't about to lighten up on him. He hadn't quite "clicked" yet. And of course, he might never click. He certainly wasn't clicking right away, like Ms. Frogs had.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

He peered at her. She didn't care either. "Likewise." A female who didn't care about the gossip section? That was...Wow. He had to admit that he read it for a laugh, but he didn't judge people from it. If he was in it, it would be an even bigger laugh and he'd have to give the writer props for admirable stalker qualities. Heh.

"Me, playing hard to get? No way... You think?" Brayden nodded, smirking and chuckling at the same time. "Yeah, I do." His voice was a bit more serious than hers, with a hint of the joking quality to it. By now, his eyes were open and he was glancing from the ceiling back to her every now and then.

Once again, he eyed her bag. Seriously, now. He didn't see her giving up her name anytime soon. Certainly, he'd probably make an enemy out of her if he snooped through it. But did he care? Particularly not...So, he made a lunge for her bag. Grabbing it by the handle, he pulled it up into his lap.

It probably would have been safe to run away with it, for Miss was sitting only a few feet away.

But where would the fun be in that?

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Likewise. She wasn't shocked. He was a male. Men didn't care about these things. She wasn't sure what men cared about. They were strange creatures. Really. She never thought she would understand them. She wasn't sure she wanted to. Boyfriends weren't really on her to do list. Most men weren't even worthy of her time... Annoying little beings. This one wasn't annoying, but not near Aaryn-worthy. Wow. She was conceited.

He laughed, and smirked. He was smirking now. How cruel. Yeah, I do. Although his voice was serious, she could detect the joke hidden within. He seemed smart enough to be able to detect jokes. At least, she hoped he was. She was thinking about starting a real conversation, until she remembered she was keeping things a secret. Riiiight. Remember that, Aaryn.

Then he lunged for her bag. Did he really want her name that badly. She tried to stop it, but it was pretty lame, seeing as he was a good head taller than her and quite a lot stronger. She glared at him for a moment. All her personal things were in there. She leaped onto the other side of the couch and grabbed the bag, attempting to pull it out of his hand.

"This is not funny," she said, "you don't really need to see the things in there."

She scowled at him. Damn, he was strong. Stupid men and their workouts. She wished she had tried more sports. But no. Aaryn was the tiny weak thing. She couldn't even take her bag back. But then the thought came to her. What if she used her wand to get it back. But how? What spell? And he could probably counter it, since he was most likely an older year.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden latched on to her bag tighter as she tried to release it from his grip. "This is not funny. You don't really need to see the things in there." He frowned. "I'm not going to dig through it. How rude do you think I am?" Finally, she had realized she wasn't going to be able to get the bag from him.

He stood and walked a couple of feet away from the couching she was sitting at. He reached in, felt for something, and pulled out a notebook. He opened it and peered at the inside cover, holding it up high just in case Miss tried to grab it from his grip. There was no name. He searched the pages quickly and found a name over notes or homework or something.

"Aaryn..." He sighed. "I can't pronounce the last name." No, he was French. Not...whatever origin this last name was. Thankfully, he didn't have a heavy French accent. His years at Hogwarts had softened it. But it was still slightly distinct.


[[ooc; a bit of g-moding is in there, i'm sure :( hmph.]]

[xxbrokenheartxx]

[ooc: I was god-modding. Damn. I thought I wasn't. =( Haha, the origin is Tess-ilan. My sister's mind. It's pronounced S-yay-mi =) Or something like that]

I'm not going to dig through it. How rude do you think I am? Well, ya, of course not. But her name... On her diary notebook of thoughts! Finally, he pulled out her school notebook. She was relieved. Aaryn... I can't pronounce the last name. He couldn't pronounce her last name. How sad. It wasn't all that hard.

She rolled her eyes, "that's nice. Can I have my stuff back now?"

He was holding it above his head. Why was she so short? So annoying. She glared at him for a moment. As long as he didn't touch her other stuff. She stared at her bag. It was a plain bag. Black canvas bag with a circle and another smaller circle inside. The outer circle was brown and had all types of muggle religions, while the inner circle was black and had "COEXIST" in big bold letters.

It was her foster-mother's old canvas bag. She had given it to Aaryn before she left, and she had made use of it. She looked at Brayden. Why wasn't he giving her her stuff back, he got what he wanted. She sat cross-legged on the couch staring at him, waiting. She stared at him. What did he want.

"Do you usually steal girl's things," she asked, "or just when they don't want to tell you their name?"

He was probably trying to joke around with her. She might as well lighten up. She got up and tried to leap into the air and catch it as he held his hand up high. Of course, he was taller than her.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Brayden shook his head, smirking. "Nah. It's fun to tease you." It was fun to tease anyone, really. He set her bag down in front of the couch, but still held her notebook in hand. He had something else to do. Figure out that last name.

"Do you usually steal girl's things, or just when they don't want to tell you their name?" "The latter." He responded. "I'm not usually a thief. But when I want to know something, I have to know it." He put emphasis on the word 'usually'. Being a Slytherin, it wasn't guaranteed that he would never steal something.

He squinted at her last name and brought the notebook down to eye-level. "I'll just call you Aaryn Samurai." He shrugged. "Close enough." She probably wasn't a warrior, however. Not technically.

Brayden put the notebook on the coffee table now that his mission was accomplished. Sort of. He sat on the arm of couch, facing Aaryn, and planted his feet on the couch in front of him. If she were to push him, he'd topple over the arm and fall on his head. That would be bad. But maybe Aaryn had some sort of heart in her :P

He sighed. "Let's play that question game? Twenty Questions or whatever it's called." Brayden raised an eyebrow, hoping she was up for it. Questions were fun. And Brayden liked to answer and ask them. Although answering was much more fun. He wasn't much of a liar. It was against the rules of the game anyway. And like Aaryn said, he was blunt.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Nah. It's fun to tease you. She rolled her eyes. But smiled all the same. She was getting no where. She sat down and looked up at him. The latter. I'm not usually a thief. But when I want to know something, I have to know it. She smirked and rolled her eyes. He had put emphasis on usually. Of course, all people had there little moments. Like now.

I'll just call you Aaryn Samurai. Close enough.

Oh, no. That wasn't close enough. That was horrid. She even shuddered as he said the name. Aaryn Samurai? Really, it was quite horrid. Whatever, she would tell him. Maybe. Eventually. Okay, she would tell him. Yes, yes. She would still be angry about tit. He put her book down and she snatched it off the coffee table. She set it in her lap. There, now she had her book.

Now he was next to Aaryn. On the arm of the couch. His feet on the arm of the couch across from him. She turned to see him better. She could push him, but that would be mean. And it would probably hurt. And she didn't feel any need to physically push him, so she just looked at him. Then, she spoke.

"Saeumi," she said, "it's Saeumi, what's yours? Or have you learned something from all the wisdom I'm giving you today?" She smirked.

Let's play that question game? Twenty Questions or whatever it's called.

She knew the game. It was a muggle game. And, she had lived with muggles for nine years of her life, so she knew it pretty well. "Okay, I go first," she said, "I'm thinking of a person."

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Saeumi. Brayden cocked an eyebrow. It was interesting. Mysterious. It suit Aaryn well, for she contained both of those qualities as well. But, personally, Brayden liked Samurai better. It was cool. Perhaps he'd call her that once in a while. That is, if they had a decent friendship.

Brayden shrugged his shoulders as she asked for his last name. "I don't really care if you know it." He confessed to her. If he was killed because of it or whatever, it wouldn't matter to him. Because...well...he'd be dead. "It's Channing." He told her, looking at the wall behind her. Most people didn't know that Channing was, indeed, a French name.

Nor could they really tell that he was French. He had lost most of his accent. Every now and then, a bit of it would slip. But usually only if he was around a fellow French.

I'm thinking of a person. Brayden raised his eyebrow slightly. Wasn't this like, eye spy? He meant like, truth or dare. But only the truth part. Well, perhaps Aaryn played twenty questions differently? Did it matter? Not really. But he hoped he knew what she meant. "A person? Hmm. Kamilynn?" It was the only person they both knew of, that they had unleashed to one another.

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[xxbrokenheartxx]

I don't really care if you know it. It's Channing. How boring. Whatever. It wasn't as if he chose his last name. No. He definitely didn't. That was a choice for whomever gave birth to him. She felt sorry he had such boring parents. Although, it didn't matter much to her. Expect... Apparently he hadn't learned anything from her "wisdom". She smirked, but said nothing. It would be pointless.

What origin did the name come from? She didn't know. She didn't take name origins so she wouldn't know. Why would she? Did they even offer name origins? Probably not. They probably thought the same way Aaryn did. BOR-ING! She grinned mentally. There were a lot of times that Aaryn wanted to laugh, but if she did, it might be quite odd. So she didn't.

A person? Hmm. Kamilynn?

Aaryn shook her head. "A good guess, but, no," she said, "who else do both of us know?" She grinned. He would never get the person she was thinking of. It would be so obvious he wouldn't think of it.

This would be fun. She scooted back in the Couch and rested her back against the opposite arm that Brayden was sitting on. She stretched out her legs and looked up at the boy. Mr. Channing... What house was he in? What year? All these questions suddenly flowed through her mind, but she did not ask them. They were playing a game right now.

[Professor Brayden W. Channing]

Hmm. If it wasn't Kami, then who was it? Brayden sighed a bit. He thought for sure that was it. Perhaps he thought Aaryn was curious about the breakup and such. But possibly not. But who else could it be? He didn't know Aaryn, let alone who she knew, also. Clearly, the girl wasn't going to make this easy on him.

"Can I get a hint?" Brayden asked, hopeful. Perhaps she knew Demi...or Telly...or...was it one of the professors? They didn't know them personally though. But maybe Aaryn just meant in general; people, that they just knew of. Brayden sighed again. He surely wasn't going to figure this out easily.

Women always had to be so darn difficult. :[

All of them. Evil. Difficult. Confusing. But so far, Aaryn was just difficult. With everything, basically. Her name, this game, with teachers...Brayden laughed mentally. It was kind of fun though. How fun would a game be if it was easy?