Fallen Leaves on my Pillow [Open//Advanced]

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[Brent Raven]

First year hazing. Breny had hoped that he wasn't going to be a victim to something as stupid as the older years picking on the younger years, just because they had desided that they weren't worthy to walk the same halls as the older years. It didn't matter that even though Brent was a first year, he was also a 17 year old boy that stood at 6'1 with muscular arms. Nope he was subjected to this game as much as the 13 year old first year. Brents hazing was the older years, constantly pushing books off their shelves, or off the long wooden table, and telling Brent to pick them up. How lovely, Brent always did as he was told, he didn't mind to much. These people we're the ones who had to do the same thing when they we're first years.

Walking out of the library after his rondeveu' with the older years. Yawning he slowly walked threw the halls wondering what he would do next. Nothing around this time seemed to please this long lanky youth as he tried to find something to do. His brown eyes that we're hidden behind long lashes wandered to the window, in the hall. The cool surface of the lake, didn't seem to call him as it did so many times while he rested on his bed in the Mihael common room. The Forbidden Forest, this was his hide-out when the moon shimmered over the lakes surface, as a perfect circle. It was also, his worst enemy, the Forbidden Forest, was the only place he could feel that he was well protected, and he was in a safety net, away from the other students. His greatest fear, of harming another, like when he was harmed so many years ago, in the forest in the back yard.

He had ended up somewhere, his feet had taken him to a long hallway that lead to a small stair way, that obviously ended to a dark hallway. Shaking his head at how stupid he was, lifting his right foot, and he slowly began to walk up the steps, puffs of dust rising with each quite step he took. Brent came to the top of the landing, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, as he fumbled to his pocket, to find his wand. Fighting the urge to sneeze and trying to find the spell that he was looking for, the one that ignited the end of his wand. "Lumos" Brent said as his wand lighted. Smiling at the accomplish he slowly walked down the hall. Finding the door he slowly opened it.

Inside it was dust filled, causing him to sneeze loudly. Letting his wand follow to walls as he walked into the room, the door snapping shut behind him causing him to jump. Looking around he found sheet covered furniture that wasn't in use no longer, and rows of books and broken artifacts. Shaking his head, Brent continued to look, he wondered why this school contained a Artifact room. His eyes wandering once more, he saw a shine of light. Walking slowly, he manuvered around a cabinet, that contained long silvery artifacts. Sitting in a mound of dusk, and reading a book. Shaking his head, he looked at her. "Reading I suppose." Brent muttered, quietly, almost ghost-like. His face was almost completely in darkness. Only his wandlight seemed to reflect on his face.

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[Brent Raven]

Ah, another American. Brent thought with a shake of his head. This girl wasn't the only one who was from America, his friend Nick Trimming, was also from the U.S. This girl was asking him if they were allowed here. Like Brent knew, he had only been here a few days, he didn't know where the, yes your allowed places to the, go in there you'll get killed places. Then of cource there were the if I go in there, I shall come out alive, but painfully sickened. He was beginging to wonder where this place was on that small chart Brent had started, it was dust-filled, abandoned place that seem to be larger than it appeared to be.

Figuring it was only nice of him to reply to this girls question, even if it wasn't the one she was looking for. Opening his mouth he spoke. "I haven't a clue.. If I did.. I doubt, if it was one of those places they didn't want you in, it would have some type of lock on it, or even a do not enter sign. Even though those prove to be ignored anyways." Brent told her with a grin. It was true, most of the do not enter signs, told students, heck yeah.. Forbidden place! Lets go...

Shaking his head at how stupid he just thought that sounded like, he was really getting pretty bad at thinking stupid things, one thing Brent could be greatful for, was that he never said them out-loud. Nope he was lucky, he had control over what he said and didn't say, he didn't just think something and unconciencly say what was on his mind out-loud. Like thank goodness, or else every attractive female he would see, he'd mention omgosh your pretty. A random statement that he tended to think every once in awhile, and would sometimes mention.

"Names Brent Raven.... 1st year Mihael." he told the girl his Italian in him flowed threw his words. The girl had chosen to stand, obviously to meet his eyes, since it was annoying to have to look up/down at one another. Brent loved being in the house of Mihael, not only was it the house for him. It ran in the family, with both of his cousins being in the same house. Though each of them in different years. Illusion being the eldest, and then Kel. Though both Brent and Illusion shared the same birth year. It was great, the two met only once before Brents arrival at the school and the two got on smashingly. Brent waited calmly for the girl to reply.

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Brent laughed. "I'm also 17.. I feel just right, considering, I'm finally allowed to be in this place. That my father had described for so long, up until I was 8, when he passed away. He told me, that no matter how much my mother kept me from the magical world, that I had to go to Hogwarts, despite my age. So here I am..." he said, his history was with his father, who he took so much pride with. Brent's mother, was the one who never liked the magical world, she hated it, even though her husband was a wizard.

Brent loved the name Symantha. Something about that name, that he loved about it. "How's it spelt? Simple way, s.a.m.a.n.t.h.a? or s.y.m.a.n.t.h.a?" He asked her, he loved names that we're more difficult for people to get the concept of, than the generic way of spelling things. Something that was totally off the wall, and so different it made peoples head spin. He hopped that's the way her name was. If Brent had his way, he'd spell his name B.r.i.n.t just to make it difficult.

Looking at the book underneath his arm, he couldn't help, but wonder what it was. "So, what is that book anyways? I mean, this isn't one of the top locations of Hogwarts, to find a reading student." Brent said with a grin. "It looks pretty old, the way it's leather, is printed on the side, to show the spine. Also it looks like it's taken some ware and damage." he pointed out, pointing to old tattered pages. Okay he liked to read, and seeing a book in this condition, made Brent think. He's seen plenty of old documents in his day. Visiting Rome was one of his hobbies, he had been to the many museums, threw out the ancient city.

Oh gawd, we have a giggler.. Here.. Brent thought to himself. He despised females who giggled. He found it annoying. Brent desided to ignore it this time. Since he wanted to learn more about this wonderful Slytherin female that he had met. Brent liked girls, but hated them. He'd have to see what category Symantha fell into. Besides, he was beginning to forget his hatred for the giggle and planned to ignore it sometime in the future, to be completely ignorant of the fact that someone did giggle near him.

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Brent thought it over. Looking at the dusty room as he did. It did sound peculiar. Brent wasn't anyone who read poetry, well not often. This was something tricky. "I'm not very good at Poetry, so don't expect anything more than something blondish. I say that he had a great obsession, of this womans wrists down. On a serious note, it's lovely written, whoever wrote this, they know how to make something sound beautiful, and yet complicated at the same time. He seems to have placed it, in a way, to place as if, the body is a great mystery, or more along the lines of the romantic role." he said.

Oi I wonder if that sounded as stupid as I thought it did? Poems amazing, yet discouraging, Brent found that it was amazing the way the book was placed and formated, it was nothing that he had ever seen. It was old, yet it held an aura of greatness. "I wonder what type of book this is. I mean you don't see something so differently put together like this one. It's almost childish, but it was written by a genius. It's like, if the writer or even writters of this stuff, had a sence of humor." Brent said. "Or maybe the way this book is placed, is a puzzle of sorts." Brent added.

"If your wondering, I personally like the name Symantha.. Spelt the way you have it spelt. Don't ask me why, because I don't remember. But I have liked it for years. I think it had to do with my best friend when I was little. Stupid short term memory." Brent stated with a grin. Although he wasn't the only person in the world with short term memory. Everyone in the whole wide world had it, just had better control over it. Brent was the person who had no control over it, and always seemed to speak randomly about anything that popped into his head at the moment in time. Random, Brent folded in a ball and placed into a word, random.

He could only think of one question to ask Symantha, the breaking point of any conversation. "Do you know the muffin man.." he asked with a white grin. Of cource this was one of the stupiest questions anyone could ask in the whole wide world. Brent felt the urge to ask it. He had to know, where Symantha stood on the- funny side of the world. Was she more of the serious type, or could she have a random laugh or two.

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Well this gave an entire reason not to spend the entire summer with his female cousins, and his aunt. Brent entirely forgot about the possibility of the break. Even the slight dream of getting away from his cousins was enough. Well, Brent saw only way to reply to the offer. "I'd love to....." he said pausing, his aunt would more or less see her nephew. "But I'll have to go home for a few days or a week, My aunt hasn't seen me since I was 3. So she'd be a bit heartbroken if I didn't go and see her." he said finishing off his thoughts.

Walking to the window he handed back the book. Brent could see the edgyness of Sym, when he held it. He might as well be nice enough to return it to her. Looking out the window with his hazel eyes, he saw the rising dark clouds. "I suppose your right.. We are going to get a storm." he said. "Personally, I don't know what to think of storms. One time I'm happy to get caught in the cold drizle. Other times, I loath the fact that rain even exists, let alone dampen itself on the dreary lands of Britian." he said quietly.

His thoughts lead to those of the Muffin Man. "Yes I suppse he lives on Dreary Lane." he said with a cooked smile. Brent could tell he would get along with Symantha quite fine. The fact that she actually knew what he was talking about, made him feel alot better. Someone with a scence of humor, brightened any day. His toughts trailed back to the book.

"You know. I 'm utterly confounded by that book." Brent said, crossing his hands over his chest. Pondering, the contence. "I'm just wondering what other things we can find in it." he said. He had to ask one more thing, before he let her speak. "Are you going to keep it?" he asked her.