Isolation Seems Best {Open}

[demise02]

The small dark haired Slytherin wrapped her robes tightly around her figure, trying everything in her power to conceal the warmth that was desperately trying to escape. It was cool today for a September afternoon, the breeze blowing her long hair about her image, dark brown almond-shaped eyes glued on the cobblestones as she moved through the sea of people. She was just wandering, desperate to clear her troubled thoughts in solitude. The hard part was finding a place to isolate her self from the rest of the world. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come to Hogsmeade today, seeing as it was packed full of Hogwarts students, passer Byers, and locals. She weaved in and out of the sea of people, eyes downcast, bangs shielding her stunning image.

She pasted The Three Broomsticks, Madame Puddifoot’s, and Zonko’s, tempted to stop off at Honeyduke’s to get some chocolate frogs but thought better of it. Students…lots of and lots of students. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with “people”. Isolation, yes, it seemed the best. She moved swiftly, pulling the hood of her cloak over her head, hiding her demeanor from the rest of the wizarding world. It wasn’t that Stryder Rockwood was a loner or a loser, she just wasn’t one to socialize. She preferred not being noticed. If no one noticed her, she wouldn’t end up getting hurt.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, that she didn’t notice the figure running towards her, their head looking over their shoulder at something unforeseen by her eyes. She looked up just in time to see them smack into her, the impact sending her small stature stammering backwards. She hit the cobblestones hard, the wind knocked from her lungs, hair in her face, the person on top of her.

"I can't breath...please get off me." Stryder wheezed, trying to push them off of her, but she was unsucessful. Whoever it was, was a lot bigger and a lot stronger then she was.

[zeeeeeke]

The morning was rather interesting for Zeke he'd been messing around with a group of Slytherins until someone said that he was a little bastard... he hand then acted out and punched the guy totally not thinking, the next thing he knew there was a big bunch of Slytherin assholes running after him. Zeke was running for his life trying to get away from them, luckily they were all rather fat and rather slow so he was able to out run them.

As he glanced over his shoulder he didn't see someone in front of him, the next thing he knew he was on the ground on top of someone else. He looked down at the person and smirked. "Wow!" He said softly looking at the girl before getting up and helping her up. "Are you ok?" He asked in his usual smooth and sexy voice, yes he was intending on trying to pick her up, after all she was rather good looking.

"I'm Zeke." He told her with a smile on his handsome face. "You are?" Zeke asked before glancing over his shoulder making sure the Slytherins weren't coming after him, guessing they had given up he smiled to himself and turned his attention back to the girl before him. "I hope i didn't totally crush you."

He'd do that later after he slept with her and then left!

[demise02]

The beautiful dark haired Slytherin gasped, attempting to catch her breath. She blinked, her brown eyes locking with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. For a second, she was hypnotized, a little dazed and confused until the word “wow” escaped his perfectly crafted lips. She blinked, coming out of the trance he had on her. “Undamaged…” she said softly, taking hold of his hand and coming to a stand. Her voice was soft but very elusive and easy on the ears. She simply stared back at the blonde haired hottie, the look on her face unreadable.

“Stryder.” She told him, the gleam in her onyx orbs intense. She looked down when he looked over his shoulder, dark hair cascading down her slender shoulders. “Only a little, you’re a lot bigger then me.” She said, her stare falling upon his image, bangs in her eyes. “I should go.” She said as she pulled the hood of her cloak over her image.

“It was nice meeting you.” She said, glancing at him as she brushed past him. She held his gaze for a few seconds before disappearing into the sea of people. She knew his type. He was a Heartbreaker. It was written all over his demeanor and his physique.

[zeeeeeke]

Mr Thomas looked at the Slytherin and smiled softly, he was rather breath taking and he really wouldn't mind some alone time with the beauty. "Thats good to know, i'd of hated to have hurt you." He told her with a soft sweet smile, he could tell that he was going to have to be super sweet to this one to get her into bed.

Zeke looked at the girl and smiled. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said giving her a little cheeky grin before extending his hand to shake her's. "Least it wasn't a lot right?" He said softly looking at her with a weak smile. "Ok... ok... you sure? let me take you for a drink?" He suggested hoping she'd say yes.

"Nice to meet you too." He said before watching her starting to walk away. "Wait." He said before grabbing her arm. "Let me take you for a drink... please, make up for knocking you down and crushing you slightly... please." He said before giving her his sweet innocent look.

[gabriel sutherland]

Gabriel moved through the streets of Hogsmeade rather slowly, taking his time for he had no particular place to be at the moment. The black slacks and white dress shirt he wore wasn't too good for keeping the September wind out, but thankfully he had decided to wear his long black cotton jacket and fedora. It might have been a little much when compared to some of the other attires being worn by the people around him, but in Gabriel's defense, not everyone had his sense of style. Always looking and being his best was Gabriel's first priority, after all, first impressions were made only once and no matter what anyone said, how you looked went a long way. Everyone made that rash judgment call about someone when they first laid eyes on them, it was just human nature, and unlike those others who said it didn't matter, Gabriel didn't try to cover up that lie and pretend he didn't do it. Clothing was a huge part in who you were, plain and simple.

His foot falls were slow and soft, his wing tip shoes clicking just a bit on the sidewalk. He would nod his head here and there to those who gave him the same respect. It was just proper etiquette, something that more than half of the students back at the school could stand to learn. In fact, that was part of the reason why Gabriel was out and about in town today. He wanted to get away from the common street urchin and out among some class for a while. It was nice to actually be among people who read books because they enjoyed it, and not because they were forced to, to actually be around people who listened to real music and not that screaming jerking rock stuff which made no sense to him. But, in typical fashion, Gabriel's enjoyment of the day would be short lived as he noticed a familiar face running from a group of boys, all of whom he recognized to be Slytherins. "Doing the house image some good," he said sarcastically to himself as he shook his head, disappointed in the actions of his house mates.

Taking a breath, Gabriel continued to watch as the Slytherin's were outran and out smarted by the other boy, another disappointment in and of itself. Of course, more disappointment came as the boy soon collided with another familiar face. Stryder Rockwood was the girl's name and one which Gabriel was not too associated with. He knew the girl's name and that was about the long and short of it all. The two of them had never spoke a word to one another, but on occasion had smiled in the other's direction, mostly out of some weird social courtesy. The boy was much larger than Stryder and Gabriel was a tad worried the boy might have crushed her, hence his reason for crossing the street and intervening in this chance meeting of fate.

Gabriel arrived on the scene just as the boy reached out and actually took hold of Stryder, a social error if there ever was one. Every gentleman worth his salt knew not to touch a lady unless invited first. So, slipping his hand from his jacket, Gabriel put his hand on the boy's shoulder, making sure to get his attention. "Maybe the lady might be more inclined to spend some social time with you if you quit man handling her," he said with a forced smile. An altercation wasn't what Gabriel was shooting for, but he couldn't sit idly by while some piece of common filth sullied such a piece of artwork as Stryder Rockwood.

[demise02]

Stryder Rockwood felt a hand wrap around the small of her arm, preventing her from walking any further. She sighed softly, her gaze locking with the handsome blonde once more. Her lips parted slightly as she stared into his amazing aqua blue orbs. All she could do was stare up at his tall stature, a little surprised by the pleading tone in his silver-tongued vocal cords.

He was rather persistent, something Stry wasn’t familiar with when it came to the opposite sex, than again, she never really socialized with them in the first place. She avoided their advances with the greatest of ease, always polite, never rude unless it was necessary. “I, well…,” she said uncomfortably, unsure of what she should do. She was kind of being rude, just walking away… Perhaps she should have a drink with him, it was the polite thing to day. She opened her mouth to speak, only to freeze when Gabriel Sutherland’s vocals hit her ears. His statement made her blink.

What the hell? Where did he come from? She looked between the handsome blonde and the Slytherin, the expression on her façade unreadable. She was genuinely confused for the first time that day. She sighed softly, her tongue running along her bottom lip as she thought about this awkward predicament she had gotten herself into.

“Actually, I accept your invitation.” She said softly, her intense stare locked with Zeke’s. She smiled faintly at him, her cheeks turning crimson due to embarrassment and the cold. She knew that Gabriel would more than likely disapprove of her socializing with him, but she didn’t really care. Since when did she actually care about what other Slytherin’s wanted?

“Where to?” She inquired, dark onyx tresses blowing in the autumn wind.