show me the world as seen from the stars;; {ariana

[albus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://blog.destroyerjournal.com/images/ole_sorensen.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in fullblown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight Albus Severus Potter walked along the candle-lit corridors late at night. The soles of his dress shoes echoed through the silence that surrounded him, ricocheting off of the concrete walls. In his hand he held a letter to his brother that contained strict business that was only to be known between them. Al was headed toward the North Tower where the family owl should be waiting for his message. Sending letters from the Owlry wasn’t as classy. The boy rolled up the sleeves of his school shirt, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar as he walked. Some important news was brought to his attention a few days ago and being curious about the situation, he was questioning his brother expecting that he would contain the most information. Albus trudged up the spiraling marble stairs to the tower where the family bird was already perched on the windowsill waiting. He approached the owl and tied the roll of parchment to its leg. "Take this to James and wait for a reply," Albus spoke sternly. The bird looked up at him with burning yellow eyes and took off flying. "And no dilly dallying this time!" he called out after it. Albus stood by the window and watched the bird fade into the darkness. He sat on the window’s ledge staring out into the night sky. The moon reflected brilliantly off of the Black Lake and the trees of the Forbidden Forest rustled slightly in the chilled autumn breeze. That scene reminded him of the beach the night before when he was swimming. A slight smile crossed the boy’s face as he reminisced on the events that have filled up his days now. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[risa]

Ariana seemed to float down the hallways when she walked. She had the gift to draw eyes from everyone, and she didn't want to deny it. She knew she was stunning and could get any guy she really wanted, and as of right now, she wanted none. Which wasn't like her in the slightest. In fact, the more she thought about it, the less she liked the idea at all. She needed a goal, something to work to, some challenge. It wasn't enough to just be causing havoc. She needed a project, something she could just test to it's limit, where there was something in the end where she could win. That was a lot that had to do with Ariana, she always had to win. If she didn't, she was a lot more dangerous than people may think. Her eyes zeroed on on the steps to the north tower. It was her destination, she liked being up at the castle's full height, she enjoyed the thrill of looking down and leaning out over the rail as long as she could. Till her heart pounded. It was a way of reminding her that... yes, she did still have a heart, even after all the problems with Caleb the year before. She had to be over him now, even if she wasn't. she had to be, there was no exceptions. She couldn't hang onto the boy that she found herself to love at one point, because it just smelled trouble for the Slytherin. She squared her shoulders and moved up the spiraling stair case, her steps near to silent.

To be honest, she had not expectations that anyone was up here at all, but as she neared the top she noticed a face that she, unwillingly admitted, thought of often. It wasn't anything to do with emotions, Ari was pretty sure she'd gotten rid of all feeling since the year before. She was determined to rid herself of all petty emotions. She would only be as strong as she wanted without dealing with ... well, she didn't even want to think of them. Ariana would be powerful, stunning, she knew it. She could take over her father and live happily using others for the fact of just that...using them. She didn't need someone by her side. even if a small notch in her heart said that she would...someday. She moved up the stairs and raised an eyebrow, "Potter." Her voice was like a cold hiss, echoing through the dark tower. The look of this boy was just beyond anything she's really witnessed, she was so obviously attracted to him... she really did hate herself for it, but his attraction didn't mean anything for feelings- she's convinced herself that much. Her eyes scanned the tower quickly, making sure that no one had followed her and witnessed her conversing with the one and only albus potter. She swallowed slightly, and leaned up against the door frame, wondering how this little conversation would turn out.

[albus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://blog.destroyerjournal.com/images/ole_sorensen.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in fullblown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight Albus Potter sat on the window's ledge overlooking the Black Lake. The stars of the night reflected off of its obsidian surface, dancing around like pixies. A light breeze entered the tower though the window and rustled the boy's messy, brown hair. His mind wandered around, flickering from topic to topic. One theme that kept popping up was the time that he had spent with his brother's wife. They didn't do anything bad, but he still wasn't sure how his older brother would react. He had merely provided a solid conversation for the girl, giving her someone to talk to. The boy liked keeping people company, it was nice to actually have people around the mansion for once. A girl's voice broke the silence in the room, snapping Albus out of his trance. He turned his head to see a somewhat familiar face. "Ello Miss Harding," he said quite casually, "You don't sound too thrilled to see me," a bit of a cocky smirk began to tug at the corners of his mouth. Ariana Harding. The boy didn't know much about her besides the things that he heard floating around the school and, of course, the fact that she was quite attractive. Her blonde hair and light eyes seemed to draw him in, but he remained sitting on the window sill. "What is a girl like you doing so far away from your niche?" Albus asked nonchalantly. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[risa]

ari denied everything. It was a good way to live life, she realized. She could deny and move on, then nobody would know and her reputation wouldn't be tarnished. Actually, it was quite the plan, and Ari definitely was one of the best liars, especially to herself. So, when she felt intrigued by the potter, her mind instantly put it away, never to think or see that again. His cocky smirk made her raise an eyebrow, "do I ever?" she asked, rhetorically. easily telling herself that no, she never was happy to see him, which could obviously be considered an exaggeration, lie...what have you. For the boy was a on her mind sometimes, when she would doubt it. He certainly got some amazing genes, but not. He was of dirty blood, halfblood, blood traitor, the whole shebang. Ari knew not to waste her time and thoughts, so she tried not to... often.

He sat far enough away from the doorway and Ari walked in further into the tower, still keeping her distance from him. She leaned up against the wall and raised a curious eyebrow at him. "a girl like me?" she asked in a more innocent tone than anyone could've wondered she had, hoping he chose his words carefully. Because a girl like Ariana could just about throw any hex towards anyone, without a second thought on the matter. and her niche, well, suppose she was her own niche. She couldn't get angry at that, she was the stereotyped slytherin, Ari completely fit the bill.

[albus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://blog.destroyerjournal.com/images/ole_sorensen.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in fullblown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight “I wouldn’t know,” Albus Potter stated simply, answering her apparently rhetorical question. Most girls wanted a piece of him, which amused the boy greatly. The gasps and whispering he heard when he played quidditch shirtless, exposing his chiseled chest and rock-hard abs, fueled his ego. The boy couldn’t deny that he liked being a Potter. Everyone knew of him. The only thing he feared was not standing out. He wanted to be better than his father and he was still trying to figure out how he was going to go about pulling that off. Albus watched as Ariana took a few more steps into the room, keeping her eyes trained on her. The boy couldn’t help but to be attracted to her. After all, the girl was gorgeous. He’d want to snog with her, but he pushed that thought way back in his mind. She spoke in a suspiciously innocent tone. That was quite out of the ordinary for a Slytherin girl of her caliber. “Yes. You are a girl, are you not?” Albus said, selecting his words meticulously. In no way was he looking to start up any kind of riot. His wand was tucked away in his pocket, but he did not reach for it. Reaching for a wand would be hazardous to both of them. Albus was quite good a dueling and he didn’t plan on doing it now. He just wasn’t in the mood for a fight. The boy ran his fingers through his shaggy, chocolate colored hair and unbuttoned his shirt. He turned his head to look out the window once again, letting the cool breeze soothe his mind. His maroon and gold colored tie hung limply around his neck. Albus leaned his head back and rested it against the stone window frame that he was sitting in. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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