|syla| I'm leaving my fingerprints on you!

[zeeeeeke]

Zeke's eyes slowly opened as he heard the sound of the birds churping outside, it was time to get up really he had passed out about three and who knew what time it was now right? The boy sat up and ran his hand through his hair before glancing to the side of him seeing a girl asleep in the bed next to him, his head shot to look forward this wasn't his bedroom.

SHIT! he thought to himself before slowly and softly slipping out of the bed and standing up, he looked back down at the sleeping girl and pulled a rather grossed out face, that was the last time he was going to go to go out and pick up a girl, next time he was going to pick one up in the school... least then he wouldn't be too drunk to get up and run away. A paniced look quickly appeared on the handsome boys face as he thought the girl was waking up, that wasn't good!

Zeke quickly started looking for his boxers, jeans, tshirt and hoodie before slipping them all on and grabbing his shoes and his hat... Where was his watch? He looked over at her nightstand and cursed himself before sneaking over and picking it up, he looked down just as he thought her eyes were opening and turned and sprinted out of the room. The Gryffindor took in a deep breath before heading through the common room of the Hufflepuffs and out the door before heading off to the lawns.

The day was rather a grand one really, Zeke hopped along and slipped in his shoes and then pulled his beanie over his ears and headed to the lawns, he hummed to himself as he walked impressed with the fact that he had managed to slip away that quickly without even being detected. He had skills he really did, maybe when he finished school he should write a book... it would be rather an interesting book wouldn't it? But would it sell?

The seventh year sat down under a tree and put his hands behind his head before leaning back and looking up at the branches, a small grin sat on his face as he thought about what he'd done, proud of it he smirked wider until his light was taken away from him and he was forced to look down from the branches.

[syla elova amanea]

The things about sunrises and Syla is that she loves them. She would get up early in the morning and sneak down through and out the castle to see the sun rise up from behind the mountains. The pinks, purples, and oranges painted the clouds like a pallet of pink, purple and orange. Slowly changing from the first color to the next. There were small breaks in the low hanging clouds, though. A sneak peak of the blue sky that would soon come.

That pictulary morning/night, Syla had woken up a crow pecking at the window near her bed. She had looked out the window and saw that the sky was already lightening. She hurried out of bed, grabbed her book, and slowly and carefully made her way down through the castle. When she got to the double doors that led out onto the grounds, she praised herself for making it down the castle without getting caught. Except for almost running into Peeves on the Third floor, the trip went very smoothly.

The rising sun have given off just enough light to carefully make a safe walk down to one of Syla’s favorite reading trees. She had learned from experience to find the thickest trees that had the thickest branches. This one in pictulary had plenty of the branches needed to sit on without easily falling out. But, Syla just knew that she would fall out eventually. That was one of her downfalls: falling out of trees.

She climbed up the trunk carefully, book in hand, and found the mark she had made in the tree. It was a slight “S” carved into the trunk the muggle way; knife and all. This S marked where the thickest and sturdiest branch was. Syla sat down in the bend between branch and trunk and look at her book with a smile on her face.

This was one of her vary favorite books ever. She placed her hand on the cover and felt the slight ridges that rose up from the book, giving it texture. If the light hit the cover just right, you could see the slight remains of golden painted letters. The paint had warn off long ago, and you couldn’t tell what it was called. On the spine, there were small indents where gold paint was painted, too, but that had also disappeared with the years. She ran a finger up and down the spine a few times, feeling the ridges.

Syla opened the book and flipped through the pages. She removed the ripped edge of a sheet of white lined paper out of the crease and put it in the back of the book. She put one hand on the book and smiled again. The feel of the page was so soft, so comforting. She started reading as someone ran down the castle and came to sit right at the base of her tree. The boy looked up into the braches, but Syla was well hidden. He looked back down and out over the lake.

Oh no she thought. She could feel a sneeze coming on. She pulled the bookmark out of the back and she put it in her page. The sneeze built up inside her, and let go. With her horrible balance, she fell from the tree. Down all the way to the ground, getting a number of scrapes and scratches. She landed on the ground with a thump. Her book landed right next to her, perfectly closed and not a single hint of the fall on it. She lay there for a second, assessing the damage.

[zeeeeeke]

The night before had been an attempt at trying to forget what his sister had written to him saying... But the problem was that he couldn't forget it, his mind kept going over and over the fact that she hated him and had to run away to get away from him, it hurt really... hurt more then anyone could ever know... But killing his parents and brothers must of hurt her a lot more then he ever thought it would, what was he meant to do? He couldn't just sit back and watch them all being treated like shit, or rather treating him like shit now could they?

Zeke looked at the heap of person on the floor and pushed himself up, he walked over and looked down at the girl, she was rather good looking and well she looked like a Ravenclaw... yeah there was a book, must be a Ravenclaw. Zeke entened his hand to help her up, he might as well do something nice for a change instead of being an ass, but that was what he did. He was born and asshole he was going to die an asshole... but he didn't mind.

If he went to hell then he'd go with his head held high.

The dark wizard looked at the girl and smiled softly, he didn't speak... he didn't really want to, he'd wait until she spoke before he said anything because if she sounded as beautiful as she looked then he'd be right in there trying to get to see what was under the clothes, which hopefully was something that would help him get his mind off of his sister and help him live slightly, but what if it didn't?

Then he'd have to talk to Fabian... maybe tell him the truth.

[syla elova amanea]

She blacked out for a second, having hit her head pretty hard on the ground. Her head started to pound, blood rushing to her brain. She groaned “Crap that hurt” she murmured. Syla defentally had fallen out of trees before, but never after a sneeze. That one had totally threw her off balance, and she hadn’t expected to fall on her side and band her head against the cold, hard ground. She did a mental check of what hurt. Her back, defentally. Arm, legs were sore. Head was defentally pounding. But nothing seemed broken. That was good.

On more then one occasion, she would find herself in the Hospital Wing with a broken bone or two. The nurse had soon learned to stop asking what happened. It was common knowledge that she had pretty bad balance up in trees. But, then again, who did? Gravity was your worst enemy when in anything off of the ground. But that didn’t stop Syla from climbing them. She liked the view, and watching people without them being able to see her. But, she did fall. And when she fell people noticed her more then if she were to just walk by talking to herself, which she had seen people do and found that really strange.

She let the early dawn light filter through her closed eye lids, the easiest way to make the transition from day to night. She opened her eyes, when she thought they had changed, and blinked a few times. She noticed that there was a boy standing over her. She didn’t recognize him, but that didn’t mean anything. She didn’t know a lot of people. He had his hand out for her to take it. She thought for a second about wether or not to take it. She internally sighed and took the hand. She pulled herself up, not like she couldn’t have done it without him, and brushed herself off.

She looked at her cloths. She was still in her pajamas. And that was perfect because the tree branches had ripped a huge rip on the side near her ribcage. There was also a rip, smaller, though, running up her pant leg. She groaned again. She would have to send a letter to her mother for another pair of pajamas. Her mom would not be happy. Last year alone, she had gone through at least twenty sets of pajamas, and her mother didn’t want to do that again. At the begging of the year, her mother had warned her to be careful and to only ask for something if she really needed it. She felt the rip in her pajamas, and pulled her fingers back. There was a small amount of blood on it, a superficial scratch. There was really nothing to worry about.

She looked at the boy who had helped her up, and wondered why he was out on the grounds early enough to see the sun rise. But, she shouldn’t be talking. She was out there just like him. She she was the one that had fallen out of a tree. If it was anyone to ask questions, it really was him. “Thanks” she murmured, not really knowing what else to say.

[zeeeeeke]

The boy looked at her and smiled softly before running his hand through his hair. "No problem." He replied to her before looking around at the sky and then back to her. "So, how come you're out so early?" He asked her with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, it was odd for someone to be up and about when he was doing his morning walking and thinking session... but then again he had been sat down and not walking around so that really didn't make any sense as to why he called it his morning walking and thinking session.

Zeke looked at the girl and held out his hand once again. "I'm Zeke, you are?" He asked with such smooth and sweet vocals, he was really on the ball this morning and well it was good to be him for once in his life. It wasn't every day that a beautiful girl would fall out of the sky and land at his feet now was it? "Is anything broke?" He asked. He hoped not, if anything was that would break up their little talking session and it would mean that he would just have to take her to the nurse (if she couldn't walk) and that would be that!

(ooc: sorry for the delay and sorry it's rather crappy)