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It had been, all in all, a very cold day. A day where the leaves, showing their true colors now that death had come to claim them, whipped around the school grounds, their will bended to that of the wind. Students were bundled up profusely and many formed clouds without magic though such miracles dissipated moments after creation. With an overcast day with little sunlight, though somehow rather bright so your eyes can see, most had chosen to stay inside this day curled up to never ending fires, laughter, games, and friends. Alexandraea was not of that sort.

Her foot stepped onto a dried twig, snapping it. The proceeding noise was deafening in this chilly silence. For Alexandraea, she was at home. What could be considered home, however. Never in her life had she seen herself in such a solemn mood. She was changing, bending her will to some unknown force itself. What it was, she had no idea. It was simply ravishing her mind, transforming her from inside out. When she presented herself to her family come break they would hardly recognize her--personality wise, at least.

Physically she was more or less the same. The same black hair that everyone in her family shared. Her eyes, the green that was so unusual of her ancestry, present and unchanging. Alexandraea could most likely guess that she would be the same height, the same weight, and carried herself much the same. The Ravenclaw still wore the same sort of clothes that filled her closets at home. Her nails remained the same length as they always had and her feet would not grow any more than her body. No, physically she would be the same.

Emotionally was another matter entirely. In what little time she had spent at Trios Hogwarts, her poetry journal had been filled to the brim. You could tell when the change happened--all the poems went from cheerful and happy to having a sort of disdainful and self-pitying tone. Her eyes, though the same, held different emotions and gave them different shines. Her lips, now pale, held little words to bear to the outside world. One could guess that she needed some form of companion but she would never actually scout one out for herself. No, said person would have to approach her. No matter, it was not like they would.

Her hair was in her face, whipping with the wind. She wore no scarf, just a Ravenclaw hoodie she had picked up at a place she couldn't place, a pair of naby blue jeans, and sneakers--she had chosen a pair that were reluctant to let air in. Otherwise, even with the two pairs of socks on, she would be cold. Her fingers were gloveless, and the tips of her fingers were on the verge of turning blue. Hopefully they did not. That would hardly be good at all as she would be, all in all, forced back into the castle.

But, Alexandraea continued to walk through the now dead garden. She was imagining the area in full bloom where there were scents and pollen everywhere. Admired by many and cursed with those tragic few that had allergies. Alex smiled at this thought, happy she was not in such a group. As she continued to walk, thought emerged in her head and she could barely hold back the smile. Davan was connecting to nature. Her roots, everyone's roots. It was breathtakingly amazing. And her mind was running very, very wild.

And she was thinking about the boy in the rain. He had been here...and he was lying on his back in the rain. What an odd boy. Her mind struggled to figure out what happened but it simply would not come. Stupid mind--it was failing her yet again. Sadly, she could do nothing to punish it. To punish her mind would be to punish herself, after all.

"I wonder if anyone else is around here," she murmured, taking up a place on a bench near what seemed to be a dead rose bush. Once again, how quaint to sit beside the dead symbol of love. It just tore her heart--not really but it did close enough. Close enough to where she considered moving before finding the idea preposterously idiotic and staying put. So now, she resorted herself to memories and daydreams, slipping into fantasy as she waited for someone--anyone--to pass by and converse with her on good terms.

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[chelsea]

We are all fools in love.

A line from the movie she had watched the previous night, that she found herself unconsciously quoting - the words leaving her mouth without her knowlege. A frown appeared, the corners of her petite lips curving downwards, as she gave a sigh of resignation.

Once again, her subconscious state had bested her.

How annoying, she found herself thinking, as she crossed her legs and let her posture slump a little. Settling herself comfortably in the Ravenclaw Common Room, she was once again reading what had to be the best Romance novel of all time - Pride and Prejudice. It was undeniably one of her favorite books, and it didn't help that secretly she thought Mr. Darcy was amazing.

Perhaps a fault of hers, for liking mysterious brooding guys. And as an extra plus, she had watched the 2005 version last night, having discovered the Muggle Electronics Room, where Muggle electronics do work. Functioning just as well as in the Muggle world, it allowed her to put the VCD of that very show into good use last night.

She had to admit that she was a romantic at heart - choosing romance over horror and gore. Those things made her weak in the stomach, although occasionally she would admit she had a masochistic side, where she took pleasure from people's pain. She faintly remembered laughing at some people's misery, and gaining stares from others at her behaviour.

How they loved to stare, didn't they?

Closing the book, as she heard the arrival of more people into the common room, she cast a crictical eye around. A lot of people indeed. Well, definitely more than the number of fingers she had in total, and when that happened, it always meant that it was too crowded. At least, to her, it meant that, which meant she had to rectify the situation. She could never concentrate when there were too many people, and in order to properly read Pride and Prejudice, concentration was neccesary.

Pushing herself off the seat, she brushed some invisible lint off her shoulder, and let the scarf she was wearing rise a little, such that it covered her chin, and her lips. A masked crusader, she thought dryly, as she took steps and escaped the ever increasing population of the Common Room - she needed solitude.

As she arrived in the Hallways, she wondered where she would go now. The Library wasn't a great option, because she knew that the Librarian was too watchful over everyone, and that stare was anything but welcome, really. Out of the question. Go outside? No, that was stupid. It was rather cold lately, and she dreaded having to endure the harsh winds that came, announcing winter's arrival and fall's leaving. But there was still no difference, since both seasons just meant that it was going to be cold.

Tugging at her ears, as she moved about the Corridors, she glanced at the ceiling, amidst her thinking on where she could go. This was puzzling, indeed.

And then, it clicked.

The Enchanted Garden.

She had heard about that place, definitely. About how it was a small garden, but beautiful all the same. Something about the Headmistress receiving it as a present, and now open for public viewing and what not. The First Year's interest was piqued, and somehow someway, she turned on her heel, to head for this place.

As she made her way there, her mind was reeling. It was so cold outside, was it cold there too? She hoped not, or else she was more than tempted to leave that place. Really, she had too low a tolerance for cold. As she blinked at that thought, she turned a corner, hoping that it was the right one.

Her first thoughts upon entering the place?

Dang. It's cold here too.

She blinked, unable to believe her luck. Everything here was dying, it was true. She had good eyesight, mind you, save the occasional need for glasses. Shaking her head, she let a sigh escape her lips. Good gods, was no place warm anymore? Slipping in, she took the view around her in, and let her head droop slightly. Ah well, since she was here, she might as well make herself comfortable. Tying the scarf around her face tighter, she moved towards an empty bench, just ready to sit down.

When she realised that someone was sitting on the bench opposite.

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[rae]

Alexandraea had heard her long before she had actually seen her. Perhaps this was because her green eyes were covered with lids, perhaps it was because she was off in a world all her own, perhaps because she had simply not been paying attention but she had not seen this person when they had made their presence known.

She had heard footsteps from the halls, echoes of what was coming. Then, the same crackling leaves had escaped. This was followed then by breathing and a sigh escaping their lips. A creek as she sat down on the bench. Well, the sigh had let Alex know that the figure coming toward her was a girl. Just in time for when she had asked if there was anyone else around here. Would she talk to her, would she comment? Alex had little to know idea.

Silence.

"I am happy as
I sit on the black surface of the soft ‘u’
It deepens with my heavy weight

My legs swing back and forth
My mind propelling itself into thought—
My body propelling itself into the air.

Swings had always been my comfort.
My little happy place that allowed me
To slip silently in my head.

One hand is on the chain,
The other on a cellphone attached to my ear
A voice talking to me on about something pointless

And I am not really paying much attention." Alexandraea recited, her eyes still closed and her arms folded to preserve warmth. Perhaps she could get rid of the blue color in her hands. Just maybe. And perhaps those clouds could stop. It was unlikely. Air escaping from an almost hundred degree temperature into a near freezing one had to condense into a cloud.

The poem, she had just recited, was one she had written recently, before she had been visited by a very rare owl with her acceptance into Trios Hogwarts. Rae had had a cellphone then--before a fit from her mother over a texting bill had scared her immensely, causing her to accidentally blow the device up into numerous pieces in her hand. Thankfully, though some of the cuts had been deep, she was not scared. Only emotionally.

Releasing her eyes, she now decided to look at the person across from her. It was a girl she had never before met. The girl was bundled up more than she and it was amusing to her. Apparently she had a low tolerance for the cold. Alex could not stand the cold but, at least, she could tolerate it.

"Winter. Things die and grow cold. I believe that the myths go that it is because Persephone must return to the underworld with Pluto or was it Hades. Oh well, two names for the same thing. Her mother...what is her name...Hecate? Not sure. Her mother...makes the Earth barren until her daughter returns." Alexandraea mumbled, looking at the sky.

"Sorry for the...rambling," she murmured, saying hello in a very weird and odd way.

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[chelsea]

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Never more appropriate, had that little children's song ever been in her eyes. Perhaps because with the sun came the very fact that there was warmth. Warmth that was appreciated heavily by the recently turned fourteen-year-old girl. She was too big a weakling, really. Reasons why she never took sports, or anything that required her to exert effort. Of course, she would never admit to anyone that she was a weakling or what not.

Stubborn pride.

As her blue-green eyes became now focused onto the other, she tilted her head when out of the blue, the other just started reciting something. Something she actually hadn't heard before. But that wasn't what had caused her surprise. It was more of the fact that she had just suddenly burst into rhyme. It wasn't everyday something like his happened to you now, was it? More of those that happened in Fairy Tales, those movies. Where suddenly someone could just burst into song, and you would find everyone singing along with him or her.

Sadly though, she was not one for singing.

As she gave a shrug at her own thoughts, she barely realised that the other had finished, only when she had turned her gaze back to Chelsea. A gulp was evident, as she allowed a single word to escape her lips - if it could even be considered as a word. 'Um...' What was she supposed to say? That it was a good rhyme? She hadn't even been paying attention.

But it was better than nothing.

'That was... nice...' She let her voice trail off, as she seeked to find something else to distract herself, to prevent her from looking at the other's eyes. Gaze shifting, she found herself looking at Alexandraea's hands, a ghastly blue in color. In contrast to her glove-clad hands, it really was a huge difference. An idea came to mind, but as she was about to voice it out, the other spoke.

About Greek mythology. Surprise surprise.

Nodding at what the other said, it was noted that she well-read. Because what she said was true, indeed. But there were errors in her words, and by instinct, she went to correct it. 'She leaves to be with Hades, as his wife. Hecate is the mother, that is correct, and because of grief we get this cold weather.' She finished deftly, as her blue-green eyes sparkled with life - she loved having conversations that proved to be intelligent. A nerd thing, but still.

Silence fell, and it unnerved her. She hated silence at times, because it just felt.. eerie of sorts. So, striving to break it, she decided she would begin with the introductions, between the two girls. 'I'm Chelsea.'

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[rae]

The first year, recently turned fifteen, looked at Chelsea on the other side of her. Across the path littered with dead petals, dried twigs, and scattered leaves. A wind passed, shifting everything in the path. The bodies of some bugs became visible and Alexandraea's appearance softened. Her lip trembled briefly but that could simply be because she was cold. Rae was separated from the Sea of Chel by death, marked by cold. If she looked hard enough, she could see Pluto, standing to greet her into his domain. Where Persephone was forced to stay against her will for half a year.

The words of the girl echoed in her ear. Her correction stinging her into silence. Instead of replying and acknowledging, she rubbed her hands together and looked around the courtyard. If she looked up she could see a library. Knowledge was looking down on her, perhaps protecting her very fragile young mild. Around was nature...dead but alive. There were plenty of things alive this utterly cold day.

A squirrel hurried up a tree faster than she could really have seen. A group of birds--of course they were black--flew out of the tree. Something had scared them or perhaps they had just needed to go. They needed to fly before they froze. Hopefully they were alright and were never to be disturbed by a hungry cat whose owner had forgot to pay mind to.

Now Alex looked at Chelsea with her green eyes. They were a little dull. A lonely cloud led the way of a pack with a battle against sunlight. Their aim was to make it colder on this patch of Earth than it had been before. By the looks of it, they will succeed in their goal profusely. The Sun would have no other choice but to acquiesce to the cloud's desires and the light would have to egress away from this part of the world. Horrible.

"You...just said what I did only more clearly." Alex told her, folding her arms in her hands again as a small gray tabbied kitten with humongous blue eyes. This was Fainh, her own pet. She was a very knowing creature but, before Alexandraea could reach to pet her, Fainh disappeared like the wind, preferring to meet her master under warmer conditions. Alex let her go, sighing.

"My name is Alexandraea. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Her voice was just above a whisper so it could be carried across the path of death. Carry, carry, carry. "And you and I were both correct, I believe. What...house would you be?"

These were merely pathetic attempts to make a conversation. Alexandraea wanted company--badly. Really badly. There was not many whom she could call a friend. Then again, it was not like she had been overly social. One thing Alexandraea was not was a social butterful--she would never be able to transform into one. But still, nonetheless...

"I need friends," she whispered to herself. As soon as she realized she had said this aloud, her eyes averted away and a blush crept up to her cheeks. Weakness, she had shown it. Her dad would scold her. Well, not really but he would surely be disappointed. Disappointed at her for sure. Then again, he showed weakness himself when he thought she wasn't looking. But she was and she had been. Her dad was strong but he, like her, was human.

"We are only human."

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[chelsea]

Older. The other was older. With that information armed, the younger one was well and ready to believe that perhaps, Alexandraea was smarter than her. Under normal circumstances, the girl would have never readily admit such a thing. To think that someone was smarter than her - well, it was just hard to accept. Pride played a part in this, and so did being stubborn. Really, was pride a virtue or a flaw, it was hard to know. But the Ravenclaw would admit something readily. That the other was very well-read - her first start at conversation had done nothing less of proving that.

Of course, there was a problem.

It seemed that after Chelsea had spoken, an unnatural silence had come between them. A lack of words that filled the air, the only sound to be heard was each other's breathing, air inhaled and exhaled. When exhaled, the girl found it curious that a cloud of white appeared, intangible but still able to be seen. She never found the reason for this, and whenever she saw this, she always appeared to be too engrossed in this occurance, and inevitably ignoring the other.

Which was what was happening at the moment.

Her concentration was divided, into trying to remember she was in a conversation with another, and her curiousity to as why there was 'smoke' after she talked. Honestly, it was times like this that's why she was always ignored by others. The way her attention could drift, so easily like that. A bad habit of hers, she was well-aware of, but it was hard to change. Old habits die hard.

As she closed her eyes, she found herself thinking that perhaps she shouldn't have spoken before. Correcting the other in their sentence. It was albeit a little rude - but then again, you were talking to a girl who exceled in academics, although failing miserably in sports and what not. But, with all thse failures, it seemed true to say that she also did badly when it came to EQ. People relationships, which she was most likely to fail at too. Inabilty, to understand what another was feeling. Insensitive?

Perhaps.

Her train of thoughts were broken, when a squirrel climbed up a tree. The sudden movement startled her, and it caused her to lose what she was thinking about, only to have her attention attracted by the other's words of.. reprimand? "You...just said what I did only more clearly." It certainly wasn't praise, at all, and as the other stared at her, she merely gave a shake of head, and said, 'Ah.. Sorry. I didn't mean to...' It seemed she was always constantly apologizing, was she not?

"My name is Alexandraea. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She blinked, when the other gave her name, and inclined her head in a small nod, acknowledging the other. Tempted to say something yet at a complete loss for words, she was glad that the other helped to move it on more. "And you and I were both correct, I believe. What...house would you be?" Running a hand through her brown tresses, slung over her shoulder in a braid, she pointed to her House scarf. 'I'm in Ravenclaw. First Year.' She didn't like admitting she was a first year most of the time, because if anything, it made people look down on her - she didn't like that.

The sudden utterance of "I need friends," made her jump. Well, that was unexpected, but indeed, it was true. Who didn't? Someone to at least talk to, to share joy with. Her parents would have filled the role perfectly had they been anything but her parents. As she gave a sigh, hugging the Pride and Prejudice book to her chest, she gave a soft reply, 'Who doesn't?

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[rae]

So the girl was a first year too, like her. Chelsea and Alexandraea were in the same house. Surely they had been in the same classes? Well, Rae had not really paid any attention to the people in her classes. Perhaps this was a fault. An awful one indeed. Rae needed to pay more attention to people.

With this, Missus Davan rose from her bench, a sudden wind deciding to play with her hair. The leaves lifted, some swirling around her for they no longer had a life of their own or anything to tie them to anything. One, a perfect shade of yellow, stuck to her hoodie. A simple movement of her fingers and Rae removed it, watching as the wind carried it to unknown places. It captivated her, its movements into a land unknown. Perhaps it would transcend time and arrive back to when the school was first built. Maybe this same leaf would move around Rowena Ravenclaw's legs, getting stuck to her clothing just as it had done her.

"It is quite alright. No need to apologize. I have made the same mistakes many times throughout my short history as well. I am not sure I have met any who are due to have perfectly clean slate." Alexandraea murmured in reply to the useless apology. It was, at length, an unneeded part of the conversation--if this could really be called a conversation. In her mind she did not think it deserved it just yet. No, not at all.

Pluto was still standing by the path. Alexandraea walked past him without so much as a single acknowledgment. There was always a chance that Pluto would be out to seek a new wife for his domain although she doubted it. If it was any consolation, it was probably only in her head where she saw Pluto. Sadly, this was not any sort of reconciliation. No, that would indicate that she was crazy--insane. She did not believe herself as such. No, she...did not.

"There are several people who prefer to live in solitude. I am not one of the said." Alexandraea had walked over to stand by the Sea of Chel, looking at the book she cradled in her arms. "Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. What a nice book--very interesting in my opinion. Definitely not meant for any guy to read. I quite like the interesting version of it. It is a muggle movie titled Bride and Prejudice set in India. Very amusing, that musical."

With this, Rae took a solemn seat next to her conversation companion. The little excercise had at least done something to her blood circulation so it did not seem as cold. The girl had no idea how much longer she would be able to stay in such a place--how much longer she could abstain from warmth and fire. In reality, she greatly wanted a hot chocolate but refrained from thinking of it.

"So, how are you?" she asked simply, a small wind moving her hair again. The birds had settled again in the trees, chattering away. "Mm, I wonder what they have to talk about..."

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[chelsea]

All so young, all still so innocent. Or were they? It was fun to believe in all of this. Mystical tales weaved by them for their own pleasure, if only because they couldn't properly believe in reality. Innocence played such a large part in the fantasies that humans created, didn't they? A lack of courage to face reality, and ending up depending on imagination and the subconscious world.

Shaking her head, she found herself thinking that she was delirious by the moment. Half her thoughts didn't make sense anymore. Perhaps, it showed a lack of organisation in her life lately. As they said, a cluttered locker meant a cluttered brain, and whilst her room was well-organized, perhaps her mind wasn't. Some alone time and clearing of the brain seemed to be very welcoming at the moment. Flexing her fingers at her own thoughts, she barely noticed that the other was coming closer to her.

Only when finally, she started talking. The blue-green eyes of the fourteen year old darted to the place where she had expected Alexandraea to be sitting, only to be greeted with an empty seat. Stunned by this, she frantically allowed her eyes to wander, if only to catch side of her 'companion', or so she thought. When she saw her, she let out a breath she hadn't any idea she had been holding. So afraid of someone leaving her, was she?

"It is quite alright. No need to apologize. I have made the same mistakes many times throughout my short history as well. I am not sure I have met any who are due to have perfectly clean slate." At her words, the words Hear hear passed through her head, voicing her silent agreement at the matter, although outwards she didn't say a thing.

She felt herself stiffening when suddenly, the other came closer to her. The sudden movement was unexpected, and as she tried to relax, her eyes remained glued to her shoes at the moment, unable to lift up. "There are several people who prefer to live in solitude. I am not one of the said." Her words aroused Chelsea's curiousity, and as the First Year raked a hand through the ends of her hair, she solemnly replied, 'I believe, it depends on the circumstances.' Indeed, one's circumstances could change one's feelings, could it not?

"Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. What a nice book--very interesting in my opinion. Definitely not meant for any guy to read. I quite like the interesting version of it. It is a muggle movie titled Bride and Prejudice set in India. Very amusing, that musical." She quirked an eyebrow towards the other, as a musical was brought up. Shaking her head slowly, she allowed herself a frown. 'I'm afraid, I'm clueless as to that. Never heard of it, although it sounds amusing.' She phrased her reply properly, in case the other liked the musical so much, her words would offend. You never know.

She blinked when the other joined her, sitting down beside her. As she made sure to allow enough space for the other, she looked at the hands. Blue - frostbitten blue type of blue. As she understood that the weather was cold enough for that, she couldn't help but worry for the other's hands. How.. weird. Taking off one of her own gloves, she outstretched her arm and offered it to the other. 'It's only one side.. But perhaps it'll help.' To be too cold was never good.

She allowed herself a knowing smile, as the other inquired, "So, how are you?". Clearing her throat slightly, from it being too dry, she says simply, 'Cold. Very cold. You?'

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