.::Rush`` .//Open

[.::isserley endicott]

Izzy was not impressed.

Thus far, this year had been quite disappointing. Every other year something interesting had happened by now. Some sort of drama. The type that gave you an adrenaline rush. Or at least some event had come along to give her the opportunity to make something out of it. Some rumor that she could not resist investigating. Some might call the excitement she was looking for danger. Of course, most would also give the forest a wide berth, not caring to go any closer to it than they had to.

As much as Isserley loved venturing into the dark forest, hoping that maybe something might pop out to relieve her of the monotony of everyday life, even the idea of running into some dangerous creature lurking within failed to keep her interest today. Where was the thrill of doing something you could do any other day, when she hadn't even felt that initial start-of-the-year rush yet. Isserley loved the school for it's opportunities, and although it had failed to yield a good omen to her this year, she was still overjoyed to be back. Away from her nosing step-sisters. Away from her worrying mother, and her step-father, throwing his money at her like she gave a damn about it. What use did he really thing muggle coins would be to her?

The branches of the tree's felt like home beneath her feet as she stepped carelessly from one to another, tree to tree, sticking close to the edge of the forest. The thoughts running through her mind centered completely around what she could investigate now, what she had chased in the past, and where she could go to amuse herself for a little while. She had toyed with the idea of going for a swim, remembering her first year. How quickly she had jumped into the lake the moment she had seen the giant squid, careful to make it seem as though she had slipped and fallen in. She had wanted to see for herself it's temperament. No, a swim wouldn't do it right now.

She allowed herself to drop lower into the tree's as she came closer to the edge of the forest, landing on her back in close branches that were weaker than the ones she had been walking on farther in, but still strong enough that they only bounced in response to her weight. She she stared over the grounds at the castle that stood in the midst of the flowing grounds. She loved how the walls of the school seemed to glow in the twilight. Even though the structure was hardly the size of her hand from so far away, it still held the air of magnificence that it had since the day she had first seen it from the lake, shivering in her wet clothes after being pushed back into the four person boat she had fallen from. For a short while, as she watched the glow on the stones of the castle intensify, her need for a rush was pushed to the back of her mind.

[sebastian apollo abbott]

^{You have this way of dipping in and out of
Sight as things collide, Bridges burning softly
In the night.And you have this way of falling
in and out of Time as it goes by}

(Gwarsh, sorry this sucks. I'm still playing around with him)
Sebastian was not the sort that blithely broke rules. While some would dub him a literal stick in the mud, Sebastian saw himself more of a normal student - one that didn't need to rebel as a hobby. True, that meant that he didn't get around to what others deem 'fun' such as crash parties or prance around after hours, but he had his own idea of a good time - and in all truth, he did what he pleased to achieve means to his ends, hence why the prospect of rule breaking was not completely out of Sebastian Abbott's reach. With camera around his neck and a leaf of parchment and quill stuffed down into his corduroy pockets, Sebastian bounded out onto the grounds, apparently uncaring of the consequences; obsession was to blame for that. One could say he had a problem in the matter of restraint when it came it what he liked, perhaps this is what happened when a person took a purposeful vow of silence, one had to express themselves in other ways. Sebastian used art as his release, and did what ever it took to get the perfect snapshot or make the perfect sketch.

Walking in a rather hurried pace down over the grounds of Hogwarts, he paused only long enough to strike a match and light up a freshly rolled cigarette already set between his bow-shaped lips. Yet another outcome of his addictive personality. Poor habits die hard enough as it is, but with Sebastian it was his life, habitual didn't quite cover it - it was necessity. He knew very well that it was horrible for him and that thought racing was indeed a bad thing, but he couldn't help it, and at times - he didn't want to help it. It was this thought racing, compulsive, type A personality that made him who he was, different, abnormal, too; and he really didn't care about the opinions of others. Sebastian wasted no time, he was at the point of jogging at the rate he descended the hill, the cherry of his cigarette bobbing in the faded light.

As he hit some flat ground, Seb’s paced slow, his hair noticeably wind-blown and pushed about the sides of his face. Tugging at the sleeves of his lumpy sweater, deep maroon sweater, he then placed his hands onto his camera circa 1960s. He placed it securely in his hands, approaching none other than the Forbidden Forest as the epicenter of his muse this evening. He stepped over the crumbly leaves that were scattered around underneath the trees bordering the forest, his camera at the ready as he clicked the button on top, causing a substantial flash to light up the small portion of the world that Sebastian decided to immortalize. What he was looking for particularly was not certain, but he was wasting no time to capture what he wanted. Flashes resumed like tiny bouts of lightning against the robust trees and spindly branches, each shot capturing a still shot amidst the fluttering breeze that Seb will have to produce tomorrow after pleading with the Potions professor to let him make some of the magic polarizing film. And, if that didn't work - he'd have to break another rule tomorrow and make his own - using any means necessary. Having thought that he saw something move (a creature if anything else), Sebastian directed his flashes in the direction he saw the movement; he couldn't imagine anything better than catching a still shot of one of the many creatures of the Forest. Whether this creature was lethal or not was not an immediate concern.

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[.::isserley endicott]

She wondered only momentarily why something that took so much time a patience, like watching the sun set, could manage not to be boring. The walls were golden red, when Isserley say the lone figure making its way over the grounds. She hadn't noticed them leaving the building, and at first she had thought that it might have been a professor, and she curled into the branches she was laying on, hiding herself. It wasn't until the figure got closer, and lit a cigarette that she realized that it was only a student. She turned her attention back to the school, intending to ignore this figure. If they were interesting after all, she'd show them more attention, but for now, they were just a student.

Before she could lose herself in staring at the school changing color again, the flashing started. What was this idiot doing? Sneaking out of the school after hours for a photo-op? She sat up in her hammock of leaves, intending to peer over and see what the boy was up to. Her hand slipped as she leaned over the edge, and before she knew it, the flashing was directed at her. She covered her eyes from the sudden flare of light, and yelled out at the boy, jumping out of the tree. "What the hell do you think your doing?" A rhetorical question. She knew very well what he was doing, and even if he hadn't left the school intending to blind someone, it still angered her. She approached the boy, taking deep breaths to calm herself with every step, and rubbing her eyes, one at a time. Deep breathing didn't help in the slightest with all this flashing going on. "If you don't stop flashing that thing at me, I'm gonna break it before you know what's going on!"