A late night stroll (Mike Finnigan)

[ayden]

pirate skulls and bones....sticks and stones and weed and bombs.

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It had been a long day. Ayden was well aware of the curfew, and that it was against the rules to be out of the castle this late at night; but frankly, she didn't give a damn. She needed to get away, some time for herself. That was why she was strolling through the forbidden forest at two in the morning, in only her pajamas, boots, and a coat. Yes, it was cold out, but Ayden didn't seem to notice the chill as she strolled towards her place: The tree with the huge roots that you could hide under.

Ayden walked for a few minutes, reaching her tree about fifteen minutes after departing from the castle. A small smile spread across her rosy lips as she slowly slid underneath the giant roots into the abyss below. Usually she was here alone, enjoying the peace and quiet, but tonight there seemed to be another presence in the tree. Ayden huffed an aggrivated sigh, glaring over at the boy who was invading her happy place. Who did he think he was? Ayden didn't know, but she wasn't going to let him ruin her peaceful retreat from the castle.

"Um, excuse me, but you seem to be in MY secret place, so if you don't mind.....get out. now."

[/color] Ayden said, her bitchy mood shining through as she snapped at the boy. Most of the time, Ayden didn't mean to be rude, but sometimes it just happened. Like right now, for instance: She had had a horrible day, and now this. It was just too much for Ayden to handle. All she had wanted was some peace and quiet, and instead she had gotten an intruder.[/blockquote]

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[frostedfaerie]

It wasn't enjoyable being stuck inside your common room with nothing of interest to keep yourself busy with. It wasn't that Mike didn't like or get along with the members of his House--because he did, of course he did. His House mates may be geniuses, but that didn't mean they anything interesting to say, and due to that this Ravenclaw found that he would rather go for a walk by himself in the woods than listen to and force himself to participate in mindless chatter.

The wind was pretty wild tonight, ripping through Michael's thin overcoat. But it was worth it, to have the only other noise besides the crunch of his footsteps as he made his way through the forest be the sound of quick traveling air whooshing through the trees. Michael didn't mind silence; he had quite a fondness for it, in fact. Why fill up a peaceful quiet with discussion? Especially if the interruption of this kind of talk happened to be of no importance?

The blond continued his strolling, puffs of white smoke mixing with the mist that was enveloping everything around him. Seeing an abnormally large looking tree with tall, sheltering looking roots which he had to peer for to see through the mist, Michael approached it, then taking a seat, cigarette still in hand. It was the only thing that was keeping him warm, after all. He was just allowing his mind to wander, just beginning to relax, when a sharp voice cut through his beloved silence. "Um, excuse me, but you seem to be in MY secret place, so if you don't mind.....get out. now."

Michael turned his head in surprise, spotting the speaker (though it was no easy task through the fog) who looked very annoyed with him at the moment. Wanted him to move. The seventh year said nothing in response, just took a drag of his cigarette, eyebrows raised, looking at the girl. Mike didn't usually really associate well with people (with a small handful of exceptions), which was why he didn't particularly enjoy a lot of people his age's company, was known as a bit of a loner around Hogwarts. Despite feeling misunderstood, it didn't really faze him though, since to him this weakness came across more as that others didn't relate well to him.

So that was why he was simply watching the girl, not caring what she thought of his presence here at her 'secret place' at this moment or what she thought about him, at all. Even though she was quite pretty and he guessed, as a Slytherin, she was used to getting her way. Mike took another drag, not smiling, completely serious. "Sorry for intruding," he said. And yet Michael gave absolutely no indication that he was planning to move.

[ayden]

pirate skulls and bones....sticks and stones and weed and bombs.

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Ayden rolled her eyes at the boy as he fed her a smartass line about how he was sorry, and just sat there smoking his cigarette. It really irritated her that he thought he could just sit there staring at her like she was a complete bitch. If anything, HE was the one who was a bitch. Ayden looked to her right, away from the boy, as she let out a muffled scoff. Really, who did he think he was? Stupid boy.

Ayden sighed as she slowly let her eyes drift back over towards him. He was rather attractive, she noticed, as he sat there puffing away on his cigarette. Yes, he was annoying her quite badly, but there was something about him that made her stomach erupt into a flurry of butterflies. Ayden was starting to feel kind of bad for snapping at him when she came back to her senses. She rolled her eyes and quickly snapped her head back in the other direction, trying her best to ignore his presence.

But, hard as she tried, she couldn't keep her eyes from drifting back onto him. He looked like he'd be a really sporty guy, but there was no way for her to tell that....but he definitely looked like he'd be sexy shirtless. A small smirk grew on her face as Ayden allowed her eyes to drift up and down his body, obviously checking him out. She continued to allow the smirk to develop as she formed her words on her tongue. "What the hell are you doing out here anyway?"

[/color] Ayden asked, her voice remaining icy cold as she spoke, regardless of what her thoughts of this boy were. She had a reputation to protect.[/blockquote]

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[frostedfaerie]

Mike leaned back against the trunk of the tree, resisting the urge to ash his smoke on one of its humongous branches. The girl who the tree 'belonged' to had already come across as pretty hostile, and if he did anything more besides steal her spot that would seem disrespectful to her he got the feeling she definitely wouldn't appreciate it. Despite her slightly alarming presence, however, the boy found himself able to relax. The girl was no longer snapping at him the way she had been not five minutes earlier and wasn't pushing conversation on him either. They were able to maintain the silence they had probably both come out here separately to seek, of which Michael was glad.

This all changed, though, when she asked him what he was doing here. She had a smug, almost challenging expression on her face as she eyed him up and down, no doubt asking herself if he could measure up to her. Michael's eyebrows raised again, just barely concealing excitement at having met someone as (well he'd find out, anyway) daring as he.

The quality with which she was looking at him too, with something left to be deserved, had the nerves in his palms tingling. He stared right back at her, even as she then began evading his gaze, glancing her up and down like he was hungry and she was something to eat. Taking everything about her in; from the shiny long hair that was a bit messy from perhaps just having left her bed, the no doubt usually big, glowing eyes that at this moment were narrowed with dislike, and last but not least the sculptor's dream of a mouth that was at this time and place set in a disdainful smirk.

"You always this bloody great at friendly conversation?" He asked, still serious. Then Michael flicked his cigarette to the damp ground and laughed. "No need for introductions, right? Straight to the point, huh? Well honey, I could ask you the same thing."

[ayden]

pirate skulls and bones....sticks and stones and weed and bombs.

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Unable to control herself any longer, Ayden found herself beginning to laugh as he asked her if she was always this bloody good at friendly conversation. For the first time that night, she smiled a somewhat sincere smile and rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I'm always this bubbly, peachy girl."

[/color] Ayden said, the sarcasm in her voice evident. She allowed the smile to remain on her face, however, regardless of the fact that she was being painfully sarcastic.

"No need for introductions, right? Straight to the point, huh? Well honey, I could ask you the same thing." The boy said, causing Ayden to shrug a thin shoulder. She stayed quiet in response to his comment as he tossed his cigarette on the ground. She stared at it, watching the butt slowly burn out and die as she formulated her thoughts in her head. She could say something utterly rude and try to annoy the boy even further, or she could try her hand at playful banter. After all, he was rather attractive and Ayden hadn't had a good flirting in a long while. "Are you always this witty and charming, or is that just an act you put on for lil ol' me?"[/color] Ayden asked, her eyes twinkling slightly as she allowed her smartass retort to emerge from her lips.
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[frostedfaerie]

It was evident that she wasn't right now; but Michael wondered if, despite the girl's current sarcasm, she really did come across as bubbly and friendly sometimes. Doubtful, considering the way their interaction had started off, the way she'd greeted him. She was a Slytherin, anyway, and besides his own brother, the only time Mike ever really saw Slytherins smile was when they were being malicious. This girl was currently smiling, though, and that was different. Proved that perhaps she was different than the stereotype he had come to include the majority of Slytherins in.

"Oh, I can tell," he said. Even if she was peachy at times, the chick was a tough one, that was for sure. Somewhat, Michael pondered, like himself. For that reason, even though it seemed that they had their differences (namely, the disagreement of who the secret spot of the tree belonged to), the girl had gained the seventh year's respect. That being on top of the admiration he already had for her attitude (which he'd barely been submitted to but could already tell was fierce) and good looks. Huh. These things that were so difficult for everyone else to come by, she had earned within practically no time at all--all in one night!

"Are you always this witty and charming, or is that just an act you put on for lil ol' me?" The girl asked, and Mike found himself distracted from her question due to wondering what could be such a spirited lady's name. Best way to find out, he figured, was to ask her.

"Charming?" He questioned, with a reverberating chortle. "Why, I'm flattered! I can't tell you though," he informed her, in hushed tones now, as if what he was about to say was a secret. "If I did I would lose my mysterious air of intrigue, wouldn't I? And then your pretty self wouldn't be curious enough to linger," that last part with a reckless grin and saucy wink, just for her benefit. "What's your name, anyway? I just might have to give you some lessons on proper etiquette when making the acquaintance of a new person. Or are you yourself too mysterious to let that information out?"

Michael loved to tease; that much was obvious. The only question was, how the girl would react. Would she bother to put up with him and it?

[ayden]

pirate skulls and bones....sticks and stones and weed and bombs.

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Ayden let out a laugh as the boy started talking about his mystery. Indeed, he was quite a mysterious fellow. Much like Ayden herself. She smiled as he asked for her name. Ayden contemplated for a moment, wondering how she should respond. Should she feed him a witty, mysterious response? Or should she simply give him her name, no questions asked?

As she finally made up her mind, Ayden let a devious grin grow on her face. "Well, mr. mysterious.....I, unlike you, do not have much mystery surrounding myself. I'm Ayden."

[/color] She said, looking him dead in the eye and grinning as she spoke. It was a rare occurance for her to be this friendly with someone, and it felt rather nice for a change.

As she let herself fall into her thoughts, Ayden realized she had no idea who this boy was. Regardless of his earlier claims about having to keep an air of mystery about himself, she couldn't help but wonder who he was. "And may I be so lucky to inquire of your name?"[/color] Ayden asked, feeling sillier and sillier with each passing minute.
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[frostedfaerie]

Michael listened attentively enough as the girl, Ayden, it turned out, told him her name. It was a nice one; he thought it suited her rather well. He wondered internally whether it meant something or just sounded pretty, but wouldn't bother to ask her. He could find out the answer for himself. This way he still maintained that indifference instead of coming on too strong, like was really interested, and would know anyway.

Michael was clever in that way; he wasn't a Ravenclaw for nothing. He tended to think ahead.

At her words, he shrugged. Ï don't know about that," he told her. "I have a feeling you could be plenty mysterious if you wanted to, Ayden. Or is that another thing I'll have to be giving you lessons on?" Looking her up and down the way he had earlier, again; it would be plenty enjoyable spending the extra time with the girl, if the way things were going between them so far was any indication of how future things would go (if there even were any), as the role of her tutor.

Plus, he just couldn't resist.

"You can inquire, sure," he said, trying not to let her see his grin, still pulling her leg. Merlin, he could do this all day! With difficulty, he restrained a chuckle. Áfter a pause though, as he knew it wouldn't be fair to receive her name but not exchange it for his own, and since he'd been preaching to her about her lack of etiquette, he added on, "Michael, or Mike. AKA Man of Mysterÿ." Then extending his hand for her to shake, though not waiting for her to do the same and instead just taking her soft, smaller one in his own without bothering to hesitate.

[ayden]

pirate skulls and bones....sticks and stones and weed and bombs.

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Ayden smiled slightly, feeling her cheeks flush pink as Michael took her hand into his. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mike..."

[/color] She said, attempting to hide the fact that she was blushing at his touch. It simply didn't seem like something Ayden would experience, let alone over a ravenclaw. This boy was different, however. He was clever, and witty, and mysterious......just like most of the boys she hung out with from her own house. She let her eyes drift slowly upwards, finally meeting his as she felt a small jolt in her stomach. Yeah, something was definitely different about this one.....

Ayden shivered slightly as the fog began to close in around them. It was getting very late, and she was only in a tank top, a pair of batman undies, and flip flops. Not exactly the correct attire to be wearing out in the forest in the middle of the night. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them, trying to force herself to stop shivering. The last thing she wanted this boy to think was that she was stupid enough to come out here and allow herself to begin to freeze.

Ayden let her eyes fall down onto their hands as she tried her best to ignore the fog and cold, slowly observing how they seemed to fit together in a way: her smaller hand enveloped by his larger, warmer one. She caught herself as she began to fall into her thoughts, looking up at the boy once more with a smile. "So...."[/color] Ayden said, not sure what to say as the area they were sitting in began to fill with kind of a comfortable silence. Her eyes sparkled a bit as she stared directly at Michael, wondering what he would do next.
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[frostedfaerie]

At her words, Michael's eyes twinkled. "Oh no, really; the pleasure is all mine." He could think of encounters between them that would beat the pleasure their new acquaintance held. Outside in the cold wasn't exactly the most romantic or dazzling setting (although the Forbidden Forest held a certain charm) for emotions such as the ones he and maybe she was feeling to arise, even despite Ayden's lack of warm or even covering clothing. That was okay, though.

Mike didn't need that help; he could work the romance angle on his own.

Because for some reason Ayden was bringing out that urge in him. OK, the cause wasn't as difficult to put his finger on as that. The girl was pretty, and seemed to possess wit. Enough said? "So." He added, barely a sentence. Then making an observation. "Well, shit, do you look cold." He relinquished her hand, instead bringing it to wrap her robe tighter around her. "Maybe you should go in. Though, are the Dungeons much warmer?"

[ayden]

pirate skulls and bones....sticks and stones and weed and bombs.

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Ayden couldn't help but laugh as Mike observed her coldness. The way he phrased his sentence brought out a new feeling inside of her, one she hadn't felt in a while. She smiled, a true genuine smile, and shrugged. "Well, shit, I guess I am cold!"

[/color] She said, the smile remaining on her lips as she spoke. It was rather chilly out, and she was definitely not dressed for the weather, but that didn't stop her from starting to enjoy herself.

Ayden felt herself blush as Mike reached out and pulled her robe tighter around her. She smiled, running a hand through her hair as she kept her gaze fixed on his. "Yeah, I probably should. But the dungeons really aren't much warmer, so it won't make much of a difference. Unless, of course, some nice boy would allow me to sneak into his dormitory for the evening...."[/color] Ayden said, winking mischeviously as she allowed the line to escape her lips. It wasn't like her to flirt so shamelessly, but she was definitely enjoying herself. It wasn't every day that Ayden met a new, attractive boy who seemed to possess an almost identical personality to hers, and Ayden wasn't about to let that slip away so easily.

She inhaled deeply as she scooted across the cavern to sit next to him. Again, something she wouldn't normally do but couldn't seem to resist doing. "Aren't you cold, Mr. Finnigan?"[/color] She asked, the light of the moon dancing off of her eyes and she stared right at him, awaiting a response. She hoped that he would say he was and scoot closer to her for warmth, but she supposed that wouldn't happen. It was worth a shot, though, Ayden supposed. Besides, It wasn't every day that she met a new, attractive boy who seemed to possess an almost identical personality to hers, and Ayden wasn't about to let that slip away so easily. [/blockquote]

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