Trespass Much? [Open]

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Brice was beginning to feel like a ticking time bomb once again as he found himself tramping through the Forbidden Forest, well aware of the dangers that lurked within. However, he had to admit that the one that he heard the most often, as the rumours went, gave the wizard no amount of fear. Though he found himself rather unable to believe it and even if it was true, there was little chance that he was going to be shaking in his boots. The threat of werewolves living in the forest was something that held no horror. He was one himself and the full moon was still more then a week and a half away, so even if there was a werewolf community hiding behind the various trees, it wasn't like they were going to be able to do any real damage. Plus he was already one of them, only thing they could manage would be killing him at the rate things had gone and that was something he didn't see happening. Werewolves, were a bit like actual canines and would sooner gain one of their kind among them then they would kill one. But it was not as if the wizard was looking to join them even if they were in the forest somewhere. No, instead all he wanted was a safe place to transform. Though the whole thing was filled with holes but it did seem better then trying to transform in his small flat and hoping that the neighbours didn't notice the howling and growling. And there were spells that he had at his disposal. If he managed to keep himself contained in some sort of an anti-werewolf force field sort of spell odds were he could howl, carry on and maim himself without the risk of someone finding out or wandering onto the Hogwarts grounds.

And the more he zigged and zagged around trees in his path and under low branches, the forest was looking increasingly better then his other options. Transforming in his flat or tying himself up in the small cellar. At least if he remained in the forest there wouldn't be anyone that was the wiser, or so he would hope. With the rumours lingering around that there were werewolves in the forest people would surely never really come to the conclusion that one of the residence wizards of Hogsmeade was a werewolf. That was simply just the way that Brice preferred it. There wasn't a chance in hell that he even slightly wanted to play the game of rebuilding his life again. Things were far from what he actually had thought they would be, at least before he found himself used like a chew toy. Now, even though his job was meager at best and his living arrangements was far from that snazzy flat in London he was hoping for but if he were to look at the bigger picture, well, things weren't that bad. And that was the number one reason as to why he wanted to keep his furry counterpart a secret. Wizarding folk really were just as bad as muggles when it came to the mind numbing paranoia they got when thinking about there being something that had the capacity to murder them in their beds. Last thing he wanted was to be run out of town (or whatever it was that really happened. Honestly he didn't know, that wasn't something that seemed to be documented) for all he knew they did far worse things to werewolves if given the chance. Perhaps they'd go as far as muggles do in their little movies and slaughter him or even worse then that lock him away in Azkaban. The wizard shivered, now that was a terrible thought.

There were more then a few unknowns that he feared with both the lack of understanding of the muggle and wizarding populations and the reactions that they might have at any given time. Really all he wanted was to live a normal enough life, hopefully that was something that wasn't asking too much. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone (even if there was that dark, disturbing part of himself that really did) so if he was careful and was mindful to keep his neighbours from figuring out too much, there was hope that things wouldn't be too bad for him. As long as he could find a safe place to transform. Brice stopped in a clearing, allowing himself a moment to rest. He was unsure as to how long he had been walking or exactly where he was in the forest for that matter but he had yet to really think upon the idea of leaving the forest. Instead he was just more so interested in what a lovely place the forest was going to be to transform in. With the right spells and a wide berth given to anything that held humans, he had little fear of anything going wrong. And it was far better then his first idea, honestly anything had to be better then that within reason. Though Brice had to admit, he didn't understand why the forest was off limits the more that he spent time in it. It didn't seem much different then most other forests he had the pleasure of seeing in his life (not that, that was very many!), so there was a real lack of understanding on the wizard's part. Unless things that had the ability to harm came out at night. That was perhaps the case. He wasn't sure but it was enough to make a person's mind wander.

The wizard jumped hearing something snap near by, bringing his mind back from visualizing what the forest was like at night. The question was, was there actually something out there that had been stalking him? Were there dangers out there? "H-h-hello?" Brice spoke suddenly nervous. "Is someone there?" God, he hoped it was at least human.

Words;; 993
Outfit;; Your average wizarding robes with a few repair jobs here and there.
Tagged;; Open
Notes;; Anyone feel free to join. If its a student make him closer to Hogwarts. If an adult, surprise me. xD
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK]

Narcissa Black did not consider herself as fearless. In fact, she knew she scared rather easily. However, whether or not she showed it was an entirely different matter. Though Narcissa would have preferred that she be a bit courageous in certain situations – such as the predicament she soon found herself in – she acted as if she did not need to fear anything. Yes, she knew how to handle a wand and was not entirely the damsel in distress everyone thought her to be, but she wasn’t the most powerful witch out there. Look at her eldest sister, Bellatrix for example. Narcissa wasn’t really the fighting type anyways. She preferred to sooth things over with words and have others do the fighting for her. She was a Slytherin after all, and what man wouldn’t want to be the knight in shining armor. Exactly her point, every wizard, at one point or another, wanted to be the savior of a damsel like her. It was entirely all too simple for Narcissa to find someone willing to fight in her place. She was sure as she grew older and more beautiful, she wouldn’t have a problem. There was also the fact she’d have a husband that would fight for her, her parents would make sure of it. After all, even to them, Narcissa was rather fragile and delicate.

It wasn’t as if she were out fighting dragons, though with the way things were going she needed a husband that would be willing to protect her. With the Dark Lord on the rise, Narcissa really didn’t want to be fighting. She’d much rather wait and hope for the best. Not exactly courageous, yes, but it ensured her survival. And if she survived, so would her line. Survival was after all the first instinct of humans. Who was she to ignore it? Though, if worse comes to worse, Narcissa would gladly fight along her family. She greatly hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but one could never know. Better safe than sorry, right? She was well versed in her spells and curses anyways, though she was hardly ever given a chance to use them. With Bellatrix still in school her elder sister practically scared off any and all chances of using her dueling knowledge. A chance to duel was not the reason why she was out in the Forbidden Forest anyways. In fact, it had nothing to do with her fearlessness or unwillingness to get into a fight.

Narcissa Black had come into the forest for one sole reason. Potions. Yes, the very class that didn’t require wand use. Though, Cissa held her wand tightly in her hand, ready to fire off a spell at any time. Her eyes glanced along the forest floor, searching for the one ingredient she had needed. Her partner, the daft fool, had gone searching for it during class, but had not been able to find such an ingredient. So, that left Narcissa with the job. Of course, she would get the useless witch later. Cissa did not take well to being left to do work because one was too incompetent. Perhaps she should speak to Bellatrix about it? No, she’d deal with the Gryffindor – it sickened her how she had to take potions with Gryffindors of all houses – all on her own. Nothing more than a simple hex, or perhaps a potion. Yes, a potion would do. It suited the situation well enough and no one would even know it was her. Of course, she’d get another to actually get the girl to ingest the potion. Narcissa just came up with the plans. She found her own henchmen to actually go through with it. Having a stature of a delicate damsel served its purposes well enough, she figured.

Soon enough, she found what she was looking for. Knotgrass. It looked to be difficult to get through, as most knotgrass is. However, Narcissa raised her wand and cleanly snipped off a few pieces of the plant. They hadn’t needed much, after all. Placing it inside a small vial she brought with her, as a container, Narcissa took a step back, onto a branch. She paused and glanced around, hoping that she was close enough to the castle to run away from whatever creature may be lurking out there – if there was a creature nearby. However, what she hadn’t expected was the sound of a hesitant, nervous voice, asking if anyone was there. Who else would be in the forest? She hadn’t the slightest idea. Moving forward, she swallowed back her fear and held her head high. It was as if she were never frightened at all, though in all honesty, she would rather just run back to the castle and stay safe within a good distance of Bellatrix. Her sister always made her feel safer, almost opposite of how the others knowingly feared her.

"Hello?" her light soprano voice called out, still managing to sound normal even with her nervousness. As soon as she made her way through the trees and a bush, Narcissa pointed her wand at the wizard who spoke. He wasn’t a professor, and he most definitely was not a student. She didn’t know whether or not to turn and run or wait until he left. For all she knew, he could be crazy. Cissa figured she would stay for a bit, but if she noted him following her, then she’d hex him. Yes, that was her plan. "Who are you? You shouldn’t be here, you’re close to the Hogwarts grounds and I know you’re not a professor." she stated, voice firm and her tone slightly cold. She was using her best prefect stance, but she was still frightened. She didn’t know this man and he could be a much better duelist than her. She desperately hoped he wasn’t crazy or psychotic. Narcissa carefully watched his movements, ready to disarm him should he even move.

WORDS, 988
TAGGED, brice unknown stranger
NOTES, hope you don't mind!
LYRICS, dance, dance by fall out boy
CREDITS, moi[/size]

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Alright so despite everything that the wizard wanted to tell himself and had about his feelings towards the Forbidden Forest, there was still a part of himself that was nervous. While there was zero fear in the idea that there were werewolves in the forest, there were things on the other hand that really were in the forest that had the ability to be more then a little scary. Other wise why would the forest be considered off limits if it was something that was pretty normal (at least by wizarding standards) but then again he didn't make the rules. And perhaps there was that off chance that he would encounter something that was actually worth fearing. Even though it went without saying, his mind ran with that idea of what could have been within the forest. And that was the number one reason he found himself frightened by a simple sound. It was silly really there were more then a few sounds in the world that could easily be dubbed as frightening with very little argument, many of them made the snapping of a twig seem more then slightly trivial and yet that was the mere thing that practically brought the wizard out of his skin. Odds were it was something simple, like the wind blowing just right or some harmless animal walking through the forest just out of sight. Still there were other things that he could not get off his mind. (though had he really thought about it, if it was something that wanted to harm him odds were he'd never hear it until it was too late). Regardless, there were more then a few things running through his head as his fingers met with the wand that resided in the pocket of his robes for reassurance. Though the whole thing seemed foolish as he actually got a response to his question and within a few moments saw what had frightened him.

It was none other then a teenage girl. Indeed, that was what caused him to worry and fret about monsters and who knows what else. Even with the wand in her hand (which was something that he didn't blame her for but for some reason he seemed to be having a habit of people threatening him with wands), she was far from frightening. Brice however, remained frozen to the spot, for some reason the younger witch looked familiar, very familiar. While it didn't take a genies to note that they did not run in the same social circles, there was just something about her that was making him think that she was note worthy and the reason to that was one that he couldn't seem to recall off the top of his head. Odds were it was nothing serious, the witch didn't look much over sixteen if she was even that age, sometimes he could hardly hazard a guess and he very much so knew better then to ask a woman her age. Even the younger ones seemed to have an ability to get pissy when something like that surfaced on the question front. Regardless, even though there was something that he couldn't recall, it was honestly hard to have any real fear for her seeing as he had just imagined everything from three headed monsters to large, angry birds. Sure odds were that she was a very capable witch (though he really was starting to wonder exactly why she was out in the forest to begin with) seeing as she was where she was but there was just not something he held fear for. She was just too cute for that. Not that he was looking!

"You're very observant." The wizard replied almost sarcastically, for some reason he could not help himself but his tone changed as he spoke again. "Didn't realize, I was so close to Hogwarts though. Must have gotten turned around." In all honesty he wanted to make sure that he stayed as far away from the school as possible at least on the full moon. The last thing he wanted to do was run the risk of hurting someone and he was never completely sure as to what the gamekeeper (or was it groundskeeper? Both?) was up to at any given time. He really didn't want to run into him either. Safety was the number one thing. Not that he was going to be informing the young witch of that, it was frankly none of her business anyway and he really was going through enough hell at the moment just trying to keep his secret let alone give it up so willingly and quickly to a pretty face. Though he still wished he could place her. Brice stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes as he stood there not wanting to move all that much as while the witch was not all that threatening she did have a wand and there was no point in risking giving her an excuse to use it because he moved too quickly. And yes he knew that was more then a good enough reason for some to hex him or at least catch him with some sort of spell. He knew better then to think it was going to be a pleasant one so it really was best if he just didn't give her any excuses.

Though his curiosity really was starting to get the better of him the longer that he stood there. "So. What brings you out here, anyway? Being off limits to students, I would have thought you'd have known better then to come into the forest." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, for some reason he could not seem to keep his hands still. And over all it was a valid question and one that he wanted answered as soon as possible. As he couldn't say it enough he didn't want to be a threat to anyone if he did decide to take a risk and transform in the forest. Things had to be safe for everyone even if he had to chase out trespassers one by one. Not that he had any room to talk.

Words;; 1,031
Outfit;; Your average wizarding robes with a few repair jobs here and there.
Tagged;; Narcissa
Notes;; I'm not really happy with this post but here it is anyway. If you can't do anything with it let me know. I can fix.
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK]

The Forbidden Forest was forbidden for a reason. She only was out there for potions. Obviously, should she get caught, then she could just tell Slughorn the truth. Merlin knows the man would let her off with not even a slap on the wrist. As a Black, Narcissa could get away with more stuff than others. The fact that her head of house was absolutely a pushover helped too. However, she could see no reason as to why anyone not in Hogwarts would be in the forbidden forest. Those in Hogsmeade just seemed too..what’s the word?...cowardly to venture off into such an infamous forest. Now, Narcissa wasn’t stupid, far from it, but she really did come out for academic purposes. Just venturing out because you felt like it?

Preposterous.

She was more than willing to bet that the wizard – or so said his rather…worn down, ratty old clothes – was either completely daft or was out looking for something. Perhaps he’s heard the rumors of why the forest was forbidden and decided to be the hero of the day. Or, perhaps curiosity just got the best of him. Either way, her first impression of his was not so great.

Her eyes narrowed at the older man as he first spoke. "And obviously you’re not." she retaliated. Cissa knew she wasn’t all too far from Hogwarts and she was certain from a distance, you could still see the castle. After all, it was still visible from Hogsmeade. Wouldn’t it be visible from deep within the Forbidden Forest as well? She glanced up, the branches were not too shrouded together. She could at least see through them. Even if they were, shouldn’t it be pretty obvious, what with the lessening of such dense shrubbery and dangerous plants. Narcissa was also pretty sure that there was a clearing nearby as well; which was, of course, used for the Care of Magical Creatures class. "Turned around? You shouldn’t even be in the forest. Where exactly where you headed that you got turned around towards Hogwarts?" She didn’t know whether or not she could trust him, especially since she found him here of all places. So, the logical thing to do would be to keep her wand trained on him and watch him closely for any sudden movements. The stupefy spell was on the tip of her tongue, ready to use at a second’s notice. She so desperately hoped it wouldn’t be the case though. Cissa really wasn’t the fighting type, even if she could hold her own. "Unless, of course, you entered the Forbidden Forest by accident. But we both know that such an accident is highly unlikely."

However, seeing as he did nothing, Cissa didn’t know what to do. Just leave him? It wasn’t her concern, but what if he came back? Again, it shouldn’t really be her concern, but Narcissa didn’t know how many times she would have to try and re-do this potion because her blasted partner kept messing it up. Perhaps she should let him go and make a story to tell Professor Slughorn about him. Warn him of the wizard in the Forbidden Forest in…ragged old robes. Obviously he wasn’t of high standing by the way he dressed, meaning he wasn’t worth her time. Really, she noticed it earlier, but it just occurred to the petite witch of what his social standing probably was. Most definitely not worth her time or concern. She briefly pondered on whether or not to just leave him and forget the entire incident, as if it never occurred. It was oh so very tempting, but if she ran into him again? It would be positively rude. When she noted his slight movement – putting his hands in those tattered old robes – Narcissa leveled her wand at him once more. She wasn’t about to take any chances, especially since she ventured out alone. Not the best of her ideas, but she certainly wasn’t about to be a bother or be slowed down by such company of others. At his words though, she raised an elegant eyebrow.

"You’re not in any position to question me." was her first response to his questions. After a few moments of silence, she continued, but her wand was still steadily pointed at him. There was no way she was going to let her guard down. "I don’t think it is any of your concern, but I was gathering ingredients. Surely you realize that some plants do, indeed, grow in here." and by here she meant the forest. Her other hand – that was not holding her wand – patted her robes. The vial was still there and her time was not wasted. Her clear blue eyes gazed at him, wondering why he was even there in the first place. He certainly didn’t seem to resemble any of the students at Hogwarts, at least, from what she knew. And of course, Narcissa being Narcissa, knew almost every face in Hogwarts, whether she spoke to them or not. She was far too social and important not to. He most certainly wasn’t related to any of the professors. Perhaps he had a romance with one of them? A slight smirk graced her features at the thought. If so, then she most certainly hoped to find out which. After all, as a Slytherin, she liked having the advantage over others.

Even if said others were her professors.

"You’re not here to visit anyone, are you?" her light soprano voice questioned as she blinked rather innocently at him, as if the question held no reason behind it but pure curiosity.

WORDS, 931
TAGGED, brice
NOTES, it's fine. i wasn't sure what else to put, but i hope this is good enough for a response. let me know if i should change anything.
LYRICS, dance, dance by fall out boy
CREDITS, moi

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

Brice knew all to well exactly how his attire made him look and it was something that he very much so didn't care for even if parts of what he guessed people assumed were true. Still there was nothing about it that he liked. His meager wages (and his condition for that matter) did well in displaying to the whole world that he was not in good social standings or at the very least that he was poor. There was no avoiding that word, indeed, it was very true that he was just that and then some. Minimum wage pay was far from something that permitted him any sort of real luxuries but even if he had to wear robes that had been repaired more times then he could count or really wanted to know it was still better then wandering around in his muggle clothing. As much as he really did feel more comfortable in the clothes that were of his heritage it just wasn't safe anymore. Not that he fretted all that much about the so called darkness that seemed to be rising, but upon that same coin there was that part of himself that had more then enough problems to contend with without unpleasant witches and wizards trying to take his life from him after he spent a better part of his time broadcasting to all of Hogsmeade that he came from muggle background. All in all, it was just better not to cause anymore trouble in the world then he had to deal with anyway. He was quite sure that most of the populace of the town was content to ignore him and the rest that did have interest would hopefully think nothing of what he used to wear around town. At least there were more then a few excuses at his disposal if anyone ever did question. Saying that he had gotten conditioned into wearing muggle clothing after living among them was always a nice starting point. Regardless something would work in the end, he'd make sure of it.

But that did not seem to make up for the fact that the young witch who was more then likely thinking him something along the lines of a waif or a beggar. Something that was unpleasant. Deep down in his gut the mere fact that she might have such thoughts in her head really was enough to fuel a small trickle of anger that wanted to escape and to show the witch that she should never judge a book by its cover and lets not forget the whole thing of praying that her world doesn't crash and burn around her after fate deals a bad hand. Yeah, that sort of thing but more like all that with her hanging upside down by her toes. Now that was just a great visual. Brice couldn't help but smile, rather unpleasantly, at that thought before he blocked such thoughts out of his head. Winning a small battle against his darker self if only it was just a visual, while there just was that part of himself that would love nothing more then to tip her upside down and see exactly what colour knickers she had selected for the day. However, that was something that he could not accept, pointless violence only came from one source. His sickness. There were so many things that were no where simple anymore, that was for sure. Last thing he needed was high and mighty drama queens adding more fuel to the fire. The wizard rolled his eyes at the young witch. Yup, she was that type, that was for sure.

"Well, I wasn't looking to visit Hogwarts. That's all you need to know." Brice retorted, well aware that he did need to do a better job of making sure where the castle was and that went the same for Hogsmeade from now on. He really was playing with people's lives if he made a miscalculation and here some little witch with hardly a care in the world had the nerve to treat him like an idiot and question exactly what it was he was doing there. It just wasn't right. "Last thing I would ever want to do is answer to someone like you." His words came out sharp but still very low key considering everything, the fact that the witch seemed to be watching every moment that he was making like a hawk and the wand in her hand made him a little more mindful of what he was saying. Not that he really had any fear towards the witch, there was no point in that. Plus she seemed like the sort that was hardly someone that had any real ability to defend herself. More like the type to hide behind her boyfriend or a family... that was where he knew her from! Not by the lack of skills that she had but by a family member. Well, even a family as a whole but there was one member that bothered him more then any other. If he was correct and she was of the Black household, it was her sister that he avoided. Though he couldn't seem to recall the Slytherin's name. Belladonna, Bella something or other. Anyway, it started with a B. A year younger then him, she was but considering the way that she seemed to enjoy treating those of muggle linage he kept his distance, if only to keep himself in one piece.

Now that was something that he did not like realizing, not one bit. While he was not incapable, the idea of razzing a member of the Black family was not something that he liked. They had connections, money and power and used it all to their advantage (and honestly he thought them the type to be in league with that dark sort but there was no proof of that). Regardless, on reputation alone the last thing he needed was trouble from them and while the life he wanted had already been taken from him the last thing he needed was some bloody pureblood family trying to remove the rest. Still, he just needed to be mindful and keep on his guard, for a whole different set of reasons then the witch had about being bothered by him. His thoughts did a good job of blocking out what she had been saying, however, he did focus upon the question that was presented to him and that was enough to raise his eyebrows. "Visit someone? If I was here to visit I'd use the front gate like everyone else. I'm just looking for something." After all, that was normal enough. Wasn't it?

Words;; 1,115
Outfit;; Your average wizarding robes with a few repair jobs here and there.
Tagged;; Narcissa
Notes;; So, so sorry this took so long
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.

[NARCISSA CEDRELLA BLACK]

Throughout the entire conversation, from the time she first say the stranger to now, one thing kept making a re-appearance in her thoughts. Had most people known, it was probably the wrong thing to think of at a time like this, but Narcissa couldn’t help it. 'His robes are hideously worn down.' That was the very thought that kept re-appearing in her mind. Not exactly what would be considered vital information at the moment, but coming from a family such as the Blacks, Narcissa was raised to look her best at all times. She didn’t even have to try most the time. To see someone obviously walking around dressed like he is was just a disturbing thought for her. She couldn’t understand why he would walk around in such robes. Even when she was doing something oh so very casual, Narcissa’s wardrobe consisted of tailored clothing especially for her. How anyone could live with anything less she wasn’t so sure. Her eyes narrowed at his choice of clothing before the Slytherin tried to pay attention to what he was saying. It proved to be most difficult, however, since all she could see was hideous rags the wizard called robes.

Disgusting.

He was absolutely not worth any of her time if his clothes said anything about him. He could have all the money in the world, but Narcissa wouldn’t be caught speaking with him. So why was she now? She didn’t know why, but the youngest Black daughter preferred to be even in the company of a man dressed as horribly as house elves rather than be alone in the Forbidden Forest. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have a reason not to be afraid after all. Narcissa Black had heard rumors about everyone and everything, including the rumors of what kinds of creatures hide in the Forbidden Forest. Some in the deepest, darkest parts that she needn’t be worried. Others traveled wherever they so choose and it frightened her that they could appear at any moment. Then there were the ones that only traveled to where they knew their prey was, as if they were hunting down some kind of animal.

So yes, Narcissa didn’t want to be alone in the Forbidden Forest, so she’d rather be in the presence of such an unworthy wizard. Perhaps unworthy was the wrong word, more like a wizard who was not in her social circle. That would work. After all, what reason would a Black have to associate themselves with such poorly dressed people. Hogsmeade was just a time to have fun and get out of the castle. It held no important people. Not really. At least, Narcissa didn’t think so. If they had, surely her parents would have either already introduced them or told her about such wizards and witches. Given that they’ve done neither, Narcissa felt it safe to conclude that there was no one of importance in Hogsmeade village.

At least, not yet.

Then again, Hogsmeade is just a little town near Hogwarts, a place students go to have a break from the castle and school work. No one of importance would be found there, unless they were looking for students for something. Still, with no reason to be in Hogsmade Cissa thought it was really just a quaint little village that only proved useful for students to get a break from their school life. Especially if the people there were dressed as poorly as the wizard before her. Narcissa shook those thoughts out of her head, for the moment, and attempted to actually be aware of what he was saying. Once she was, she eyes narrowed slightly at him. Well, wasn’t he a rude fellow. She supposed how she had treated him would be considered rude, had it not been common sense. So, no, she was not rude and he had no reason to be. As a Black, Narcissa was always right. Surely he would know that? Then again, maybe he didn’t know who she was. That just served to show that he was indeed, not of importance and most certainly not within her social circle. "Well, you should really watch where you are going you know. Rumors say there are some bad creatures lurking around in these forest. Did you hear of any?" so it wasn’t as sarcastic and she didn’t sneer it at him. A step up from before, but then again, what did she care if he just turned and walked away?

Oh right. She’d be alone.

At the moment she almost wished she had brought another student out with her. Perhaps Regulus or Bellatrix. She knew Andromeda probably wouldn’t, she was far too proper to wander about in the Forbidden Forest. Narcissa wouldn’t have done so either, but her potions partner just happened to be an idiot who couldn’t tell one plant from another. "Not if you didn’t want to get caught." she smirked a rather sly smirk. Visiting someone without using the front door was just like getting caught in a forbidden relationship or something. It just spelled out blackmail and she so dearly hoped it was true. Maybe he was just bluffing and trying to not get caught.

Her clear blue gaze swept along the shadows of the Forest that seemed to surround them.

Thoughts of the rumors came flying through her head at the speed of light and she held her wand tightly as a reassurance. She hated to say it, but she would have felt much better if the wizard in the rags had his wand out. If he actually brought it with him.

"Do you have your wand on you?" she asked almost randomly. It may not be the smartest move, as he could easily hex her and run off, but Narcissa was getting a bad feeling. Plenty of rumors swirled around what lived in the Forbidden Forest. Centaurs, she knew lived there. She just wasn’t sure if the rumors about the centaurs were true or not. Werewolves…she wasn’t so sure. She rather hoped not and thanked Merlin that it was not a full moon out. Acromantula, another creature she would rather not have to deal with. Still, many other creatures and many of rumors had her on edge about the Forest. The feeling that chilled her to the bone was no better.

The slight sound of rustling had Narcissa stepping away from any shrubbery nearby and more towards the slight, small clearing that had been near her. Her blue gaze went to the wizard in those hideous rags, wondering if he had heard it too, or if it was just her. She so dearly hoped he heard it too. Blacks were anything but crazy and Narcissa wasn’t about to go crazy because she was in the Forbidden Forest. Oh no. She heard the same sound again and couldn’t help but feel relieved. At least she wasn’t crazy.

WORDS, 1,148
TAGGED, brice wizard in rags
NOTES, sorry for any rambling and hope the ending was okay. if not, let me know and i'll change it. just thought it may make things a bit more interesting.
LYRICS, dance, dance by fall out boy
CREDITS, moi

[BRICE PAUL BECKETT]

There was a part of the wizard that liked to pride himself on the idea that he really wasn't a rude person. When it came down to brass tacks, he preferred to remain friendly to people, though there were times where there was just no helping it and his condition was not making the whole thing any easier. The moon did seem to have a large effect on his behavior and all too often he spent more time then not trying to think about what he wanted to do or say and going as far as stopping the more darker ones from becoming a reality. However, when it came to how he was reacting to the student that was before him, he wasn't about to blame the moon for how he was acting and maybe, just maybe, his condition was causing some of it but overall the bottom line really was that she deserved his words. At least that was what he was going to continue to think. It was hard to think of anything more pleasant when it came to the witch, not when her type was so clearly marked upon her sleeve and the fact that he was a ticking time bomb always seemed to come to mind. Though it did seem strange to the werewolf that he had been worried about creatures crawling out of the woodwork hoping for human life and yet now there seemed little to be afraid about when it came to that. Surely the witch was not worse then what was in the forest, but there were more then a few things that were far more agreeable. At least she was nothing more then filled with threats or odds were he would have gotten himself blasted by now. Guess as long as he still had the ability to get home before nightfall there weren't all that many things that she could do to him. Unless she had thicker skin then he thought.

Oh, well. At least his words seemed to have some effect, the witch seemed a little more pleasant. Not that it was really the truth of how she was (yes, he was judging her just as much as she was him) but at least it made things nicer for the time being. Brice couldn't stop a smirk from forming when the witch brought up rumours that had been circling about the forest, many for quite sometime. He had heard many of them but believing them was a whole other matter entirely. "Who hasn't heard rumours of this place?" It was an honest question. "Seems like the werewolf one is the most common. Not sure why anyone would believe it though. Dangerous allowing them to live next to a school filled with children." Again, the truth. Though he couldn't find that he liked the common use of 'they' or 'them' which often seemed to do well enough to separate werewolves and non-furry wizarding folk but sympathy was something that was hard to find regardless, of the word used. There were just too many werewolves doing a damn good job of making headlines for killing one person, infecting others. Nothing less then a cruel circle, even for those who just wanted to remain normal people. "Either way, I'm not too worried though." The wizard continued, "Even if they are here, somewhere, its not like they can do anything. It being daytime and all." He shrugged, a growing paranoia lingering in his mind as he spoke, odds were that she would think nothing of his words, but he could not help but worry that some how, in some way she would figure it out. There was little information to be had with what he had given her but he could not help but worry, magical folk were just like muggles; unforgiving in so many ways.

"I guess that's true. Maybe there's some sort of caldron cake smuggling trail here somewhere." He chuckled. There were, of course, more then a few reasons as to why a person would be worried about getting caught while on their way to the school but the wizard didn't want to go there. It wasn't worth the thought, the trouble or his time. Smuggling sweets into the castle on the other hand? Now that was funny though it was very unrealistic. Brice blinked, raising an eyebrow at the witch's question. Puzzled by the sudden outburst, he found himself suddenly on high alert. A general lack of understanding as to why a person would ask such a question. His mind formulated more then a few ideas as he stood there, studying her and the surroundings in itself. Nothing he came up with seemed to make any amount of sense, well, all except one; she was afraid. Which was completely possible, here they were standing in a dangerous forest having a conversation like it was normal. The talk of rumours surely didn't help and there remained a small chance that he himself wasn't helping matters. More then a few times, he had people giving him strange looks or avoiding him altogether. Surely for reasons that they failed to understand. Sometimes, deep within themselves people, even the muggles, knew that there wasn't something right about him. That something dangerous lived within that human exterior. Least for his own sake, he remained glad that no one had yet pinpointed any reason for their feelings. Though that being said, it was still not as if he was a threat to the witch even if she was bothersome. "I do." He slowly answered, patting a pocket of his robes. He never went anywhere without it.

His wand was out in a flash when he heard a rustling sound from a near by bush, ready for anything. For some reason the wizard found himself waiting for someone that was with the witch to appear. Some sort of trick, that he was going to have to fight his way out of. More then a few things formed in his mind. Paranoid thoughts. What was she some sort of bait so the werewolf capture team could find him easier? Not that a Black would ever be considered something along the lines of bait. Still it was possible though what they wanted from him was something he didn't have the answer to. Maybe someone had gotten wind of what he really was and there were certain penalties for not reporting his condition to the Ministry when his records from St. Mungo's seemed to lack that black mark on his record. Would they really waste the time with a ruse? And what difference did anything make, it wasn't as if he was hurting anyone. Honestly he was doing everything in his power not to hurt someone. So many thoughts formed and questions that he wanted to ask the witch at least until a deer appeared from the bush. All he could do was stare hungrily at the beast, mouth watering, he forgot about the witch.

Words;; 1,164
Outfit;; Your average wizarding robes with a few repair jobs here and there.
Tagged;; Narcissa
Notes;; I keep making you wait. Forgive me. I can change anything if need be, also.
Lyric Credit;; Inside My Head. Digital Summer.