Pick Your Poison {open}

[isaac]

[Anyone join. Open is open for a reason. ^^]

"Elfie? Elfieee..."

He couldn't believe it - he lost Elfie. If his mother was still alive, she'd kill him. As a child, he was always hounded to keep up with his pets. That was the deal they'd made: You get the pet if you can keep it alive and loved. If anything happened and the pet was neglected, it was sent to a family that actually cared for it. That had been the deal. So how could he possibly have lost Elfie? One minute he was in his dorm and the next he's ... not? What the heck.

"Elfie, you pain in the butt! Where are you?"

Isaac's footsteps thundered up the curved staircase that lead to one of the many Hogwarts' towers. This was the fifth place he would've searched. Elfie was a cat - that meant he liked birds, right? Yeah, sure. Maybe. If Elfie still had any cat instinct left in him. Honestly, that was doubtful. Even though he was a kitten, he was treated just like a human child. Isaac liked to baby the fuzzball. He was just so darn cute.

He reached the large black door and yanked on the handle. Much to his surprise, upon entering the room, he sent almost a hundred different owls into the air. They screamed and hollered at him, a few even swooping at his head like eagles. He slammed the door behind him, ducking to dodge a particularly crazy owl. In a few seconds, though, the world was at peace again. Like someone hit pause - silence.

"Elfie?"

[Kelly Locend]

If you wanna play it like a game, then cmon cmon lets play

Seriously. This pretty much sucked. Kells was sitting in the owlery, just minding her own business and feeding her owl when some kid walked in and startled them all, making them scratch her on her arms. AND! They pulled at her hair at times, making her head hurt. Man, this kid was going to get it...Well. Once she found him. Because seriously, Kelly did not like any animals pulling at her hair. She worked hair to get it looking right and just to have it all messed up. Well. GRRR! Anyways, that was a serious pet peeve for her. She would just have to get over it, yeah? A scowl made its way onto her face, her green eyes looking all around for the boy.

A voice suddenly echoed, startling her. Breaking the silence since all the birds calmed down. Starting to walk down the stairsteps, she ran a hand through the now tangled mess of red, yellow, and orange that was her hair. And then, she saw him! AHAH! Now she would have this boy. Some type of payback. After she got to know him. Because payback was no fun when you were not friends with the person who deserved the payback. Cause then all they did was get mad at you. And that was definitely not a good thing.

"Thanks for messing up my hair. Next time, be a little more careful coming into the owlery. Anyways, I'm Kelly Locend. Otherwise known as Kells or Frenchie."

She wore a pair of red skinny jeans and a white tank top. Yes, she did have a jacket cause according to the weather, it was cold. On her feet were her one pair of ratty black converse. Man. Those things were pretty much dead, since she had had them for around 6 years. Finishing the walk down the staircase, she stuck out a hand, as if to shake his, and showed him a furry fuzzball. Weird?

"Umm. Is this what you're looking for? It kind of jumped onto me when all the owls flew around. I don't think it's ever going to detach it's claws from me."

Haha, how funny.

[isaac]

Oh snap.

Isaac took a small step backward, bumping against the charcoal door. He hadn't expected to find anyone else here. It was about lunch time. Most of the students were milling around in the Great Hall. Should he call himself jinxed because someone happened to be in the midst of all the owl fury? Probably. But he wouldn't. Why? Because that, my friend, would be called self pity. He was never into the whole 'lets cry because I'm wounded' thing. Life was life. You get it how you get it. Deal.

"... Frenchie?

[/color]" He couldn't help himself. 'Frenchie' wasn't the type of nickname he was used to hearing. Kels was obvious. Humans had a thing for shortening names. But anyway, Isaac straightened, moving away from the door as she advanced. "Nevermind. It's nice to meet you, Kelly. Sorry about the whole owl thing. My name's---[/color]"

He stopped, his hand partially outstretched to meet her handshake. Instead of offering him an open palm, she held out a trembling kitten. "Oh, you found Elfie!" Isaac stepped closer to stroke the white and orange kitten down its back. "C'mon, Elfie, let her go. The birds are gone." The cat's ears pirked a little and, hesitantly, he detached his claws from Kelly's hand. Isaac scooped Elfie into his arms and immediately began stroking him behind the ears.

"Thanks, Kelly. I really am sorry about the owls. I forgot that loud noises scare them.[/color]" As if on cue, his cheeks burned a deep shade of crimson. If he could stop blushing, he would. He hated blushing, but he deserved it. It was his fault for messing up her hair. "I'm Isaac, by the way. Isaac Maniaci."[/font][/blockquote]