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[DAHLIA YVETTE DE LUCA]

ONE HAND ON THE TRIGGER!
`she is the gun.

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There were few times that the seventh year brunette found herself at a lose end, but today was undoubtedly one of those days, the morning had passed without event, the day spent in classes and now? Well now she stood at the top of the highest tour of Hogwarts, a cigarette clamped tightly between her two slender fingers and her eyes staring out across the distance. Scenery wasn't usually something that she admired or paid much attention to, but she couldn't help her dark eyes lingering on the night that greeted her eyes as she gazed out over the top of the stone wall before her. The sky was a deep purple swirling around the clouds that glowed white with the light of the moon that hung above her, its soft rays reaching her despite the distance. With a silent exhalation she watched the swirls of her own smoke filled breath dance out from between her lips, dancing an elaborate routine before vanishing, whipped away by the soft breeze. Dahlia was perhaps that last person you would have suspected to give into the lure of cigarette's but her habit was few and far between, usually just on nights like this did she allow herself the treat. She was far from addicted and she was well aware that the habit was less than attractive.

No it wasn't a common sight to see her up here alone and silent, but for the past few days she had suddenly come to realise what the months a head of her meant. It was her final year at the school she had come to love, despite the turmoil that had begun and her days of torture at the hands of her sister, and she now knew what it would mean to her to leave. It would be the official end of her childhood, and though she didn't exactly intend to leap straight into work, she had to admit it would be hard to not think of herself as a full adult and accept the responsibility thrown upon her when she left these walls. At eighteen she had come into her full inheritance, gifting her with enough money to live the rest of her days in peace and luxury, but somehow, instead of making her smile and excited, it made her feel empty and slightly scared. Did this now mean she was to become a pillar of the community and a figure for the family? Their were older relatives that could take care of business a lot better than she could, and it was common knowledge that she wasn't exactly the girl her parents had always wanted.

Taking another deep drag of her muggle treat, she let out another slight sigh. The night air was cool as it lapped against her bare skin. An hour ago she had been tucked up nice and warm in bed, but the cravings for fresh air and the wind on her skin had kicked in and after being under the eagle eyes of her teachers all day she had forgotten to sneak away and now this was her only chance, she wouldn't be chastised, she was Head Girl and if it came to it she could make up some story about hearing noises. After slipping from her bed and pulling a thin silk robe over her bare limbs she had proceeding up here with little thought to her attire. The tight silk night gown hung barely to her mid thigh and slowly rose higher with every turn, but no one was there too see it or the way her cleavage burst out of the tight bodice. Oh well, you never know, you might meet the man of your dreams just there, in your dreams.

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THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR ANYONE! AND IS COMPLETE. DAHLIA IS WEARING THIS TODAY AND HE WORD COUNT IS 622.

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[johnny]

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A lone figure clothed in a white tee, red sweatpants, slippers, and a matching hat stalked down the large empty corridors. Slipped in between the small hands was a novel, and the impish eyes scanned each and every line with literally no letter missed. Though curfew had hit, the boy took no notice as he proceeded down the taciturn hallways, the bright mind engulfed by the contents of the pages below. The posture that he walked on was slouched and highly unprofessional, though the it helped cause little disturbance in the silent air. From an outside perspective, one could describe the scene as just a random ghost hovering through the halls, but with further inspection, the color would be a dead giveaway. Then again, every corner the figure changed shape, never staying one image. It was an unintentional habit that occurred during these late hours. Johnny, the figure now identified due to the dimly lit candles stapled to the side of the large block stones, traveled and unknown route, oblivious to his surroundings. His body seemed to turn around corners, and u-turn itself upon dead ends by the sense of sight that his peripherals gave him.

Higher and higher the boy traveled, unaware that this was happening. He should have realized due to the subtle but noticeable temperature drop he felt, as now his skin had a thin layer of goosebumps. Every exposed limb and body part had a slightly tremble to the movements, and the delay from the cold was kicking in. Again, nothing really too apparent, but considering how aware and how much observation Johnny put into things, he should have known. But he didn't. The boy continued to go up and up. His body had moved so far up that it was probably that he stepped up the rotating stairs, but his mind held no recollection. Curse the damn novel that was in his hands.

A muggle book that was a good few years old. The skill level was made for the younger group of kids, but could easily be liked by adults. It was the fifth book in the series, and the climax was starting, as a young boy genius fought against an upset time realm himself in order to save his friends and family. The boy was younger than Johnny, but his thought process was completely unreal, especially with the gadgets that he fought crime with, which was irony for the main character himself was pretty much a criminal. Johnny was living the life of a wizard, and there wasn't much he could dream to be, besides a boy like the main character and quite possibly a Marvel Superhero or a Jedi. Weird dreams, and he knew the likelihood of that to happen to be near impossible, but he also thought the same thing for wizards, so why give up hope.

A fresh breeze blew against Johnny's hard concentrating face, and disturbed the rocky expression. With wide curious eyes, he peered up to see an amass of violet capturing the sky. It was an easy hue that was getting an extra layer of shade each passing second as the Earth continued to gyrate on its own axis. With a simple sniff of the thought to be fresh air, his face gave a small sneer to no particular person. It was the unpleasant stench of smoke. He didn't hate the habit, and never placed it against anyone, but it wasn't the best thing to inhale. Dark eyes glanced in each direction quickly, only to catch a girl in a rather short skirt standing while looking out to the endless abyss of purple ahead.

Eyes still on her, Johnny's fingers worked magic to fold in the corner of his page and close the book. Dropping it, his finger led it slowly to the ground. In truth, it was a levitating spell, but the difficulty of casting full spells with no wand was grand, and he was pretty satiated with himself to do that. Joining the female's side with a giddy expression, he spoke in a questioning tone, "This prolly' isn't the most comfortable bed, heh." His face didn't turn towards her, and his eye caught a glance of her front before she could even have time to notice where he was. It was Dahlia Luca, head girl. No one he really 'knew' besides the name. And the name was only familiar due to her position as he didn't consult too many out of house classmates. Both arms cross and gently pressed against the stone edge as he hunched over a bit to get in a more comfortable position to admire the sky. The boy had no idea if she would respond back, hopefully she would; Johnny loved and still loves conversation over silence.