Walking shadows (open)

[cailie]

It was dark, and Adalia was freaking out. It got colder with each harrowing step she took...some genius you are Adalia...she felt her foot sink into something soft and rubber, it announced itself with a rather loud SQUISH!!! I just stepped insomething didn't I? she thought to herself, her head fell in embarassment.

She continued her magical, and horribly disgusting walk. She shouldn't have even been here...one of the 7th years told her to come down here, because there was some sort of "Magical something or another" down in the grim dungeons. And of course she got lost...not very handy with directions.

She tugged at her dark raven hair.
"GOD! is someone out there???" she cried. She hated being alone, it was one of the many crosses she had to bare. "GOD! I'm so friggin stupid!" how could she have gotten fooled by a 7TH YEAR. She cursed rather loudly to herself.

She continued to walk, knowing that each step made even more lost. but in her desperation, she knew walking back the way she came could only make things worse.

The shadows grew longer, and the hole in her stomach grew larger.
What the hell am i going to do NOW

[che]

Che was always one to like hiding places. The shadows of the dungeons offered him seclusion for the divisiveness in his mind to come together. His father had always told him that, if you couldn't be calm inside, you wouldn't be good to hang around with outside. Good old dad, Che thought to himself, walking through the dungeons in the darkness.

He had little need for light right now, in a relatively well-lit corridor. Relatively, of course, because there were still stretches where the only thing he could see was the light up ahead. But that meant the corridors down here were straight, and that meant that he knew where to walk. It was only when he heard a voice shouting nearby that he felt a need to go off of the corridor he was in.

Whipping out his wand, Che sputtered "Lumos!" causing a beam to shine forth--a thin, narrow beam, reflecting the fact that he still wasn't used to the spell. Why should he be, when it still felt like summer in Puerto Rico, and it still took a while to get dark? Why should he feel the need to know that spell? For situations like this, Che, he thought to himself.

He followed the direction from which he'd heard the voice, scanning down each of the corridors for the source. "I've got to be getting close to it," he thought out loud. He pulled down the hood of his cloak, so he wouldn't appear so frightening. This revealed his hazel eyes and his wavy black hair. His relatively short height wasn't something he worried about, since it wouldn't intimidate the person he was about to meet.

He scanned his clothing. Good, you wore green today. That won't completely scare them, I suppose, he thought to himself. "Hello? Are you lost?" Che shouted down the corridors. Just as he shouted this, he wandered absentmindedly past the corridor where Adalia was.

[cailie]

Adalia Blacke, heard a yell, perhaps it was someone who had only wanted to help her. Or the exact opposite . She turned around, her converse squeaking against the cobble stone. She decided to say something. But what? Now that was a silly question, of course she would say something that would get her out of the damsel in distress situation. I mean, what was the worse that could happen...she was damn near close giving another pessimistic answer, but laid off.

“Hello? Who’s there? And I’m lost if that’s what you were wondering.” She conked herself in the head for that response. Adalia...what am I going to do with you? This was silly, she was silly, and these friggin dungeons were silly.

She saw a light bobbing in the dark....She drew her wand.
“Who are you, and what the hell do you want?” She stuck her wand in front of her, the glow of her wand made the shadows even stranger.

[che]

Che's eyes danced to and fro in front of him for a split second before he whirled around to find a wand drawn upon him. His instinct told him to drop his wand and hold his hands up, but then he remembered that it wasn't possible to cast spells while light was being emitted from the wand. Don't fear her, but don't act like you're at home down here. Act like you, but act like a first-year especially.

"I'm sorry, I thought somebody down here was lost," Che said, making sure to point his wand away from her. "I'm not too well-acquainted with the dungeons myself, since I'm only a first-year, but I was hoping I could help that person find her way," he said, carefully making sure to act a little more nervous than he actually was. His eyes didn't follow suit, shifting to a brighter shade of hazel that bordered on golden.

"My name's Che Vasquez," he offered, outreaching with his right hand after shifting his wand to the left. "Are you the one who's not sure how to get out?" he asked, making sure to sound caring instead of sounding emotionless, as he sometimes did. Or even worse, rebellious. That certainly wouldn't go over well with somebody who was lost.