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Post by HAILEY SAMANTHA THOMAS on May 17, 2012 2:11:25 GMT
 -----------------------------Up where the mountains meet the heavens above out where the lightening splits the sea I could swear that there's someone watching over me[/color] ------------------------------[/center] Hailey never thought that she would live to see the day when she would disregard school rules. She had Sirius to thank for that. The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a small smile as she pulled the cloak tighter. She made little noise, careful not to get caught. It was in the middle of the night and being caught around after curfew made things even worse. She thanked her lucky stars that no one was around. No one that she could have seen anyways. She felt someone watching her, their eyes on her back. Hailey whirled around, pulling out her wand. The brown haired girl was about to yell out if anyone was there. It would have been a foolish thing to do. Shaking her head, she placed her wand back in her robe pockets, thinking, I have lost my mind at last. She could not sleep no matter how much she tried. A lot of things were on her mind. She ran a hand through her hair, forgetting for a moment that it was in her nighttime braid. A few ringlets got caught and she winced. She dug her fingers in her hair and undid the braid, cursing herself for a few minutes. A nighttime breeze brushed past her as she walked onto the castle lawns. Raising her head to stare at the sky Hailey could not help but to smile. The sky was full of small, twinkling stars that seemed to shine brighter than they ever did.
A perfect night to be out, she thought. The fifteen year old moved her eyes to the full moon and grinned. She would have light to guide her as she made her way to the Forbidden Forest. Why she was going there she had no idea. Actually, she had never set foot in the forest until now. She simply had no need to go there. “Here goes nothing,” Hailey muttered to herself as she took a step in the forest. She walked further on as she started becoming lost in her thoughts. Anyone who knew her would have suggested she turned and walk right back out. They didn’t know the other part of her. Hailey was slowly becoming a rebel. She was starting to become tired of people pushing her around and ordering her to do things she didn’t want to do. She was a ‘pureblood’ in lighter terms. The Thomas family had been in Slytherin for generations but Hailey was the first to be sorted into Ravenclaw. For whatever reason the sorting hat had decided it was beyond the girl. She had spent several minutes arguing with it. Arguing that she belonged in her family’s house. It had other ideas for her as soon as “RAVENCLAW!” was shouted out to the silent hall Hailey felt her stomach sinking.
Christmas break was the start of it all. The start of being abused and thrown around by her father. Most wizards would be delighted to have their daughters in Ravenclaw. Not Kevin Thomas. To him there was no other house better than Slytherin. He had made it a point to show Hailey that she was, unofficially that was, disowned. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she rubbed her arm. Her brown eyes held a thoughtful look to them. Being a pureblood, it meant that the Thomas family was expected to become Death Eaters. Either that or be huge Voldemort supporters. Hailey was deemed a blood traitor by Kevin and Zach. Her mother would have nothing to do with her. She just thanked Merlin that she had her sister. Reila was the only one who paid any attention to her. She was the only one who was concerned and helped her out. Not for the first time did she wish she was sorted into Slytherin. Trying to sort out her thoughts, Hailey failed to hear the footsteps that were slowly coming her way. [/size] Tagged. Regulus!
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Notes. Let me know if anything needs to be changed!
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Post by avyx on May 17, 2012 7:20:42 GMT
  Regulus crossed the rough terrain of the forest by the dim blue light of his wand, taking caution to overstep the massive web of tree roots and fallen branches- the dirt floor forever unwelcoming to the clumsy and left-footed. Even more so in the dead of night. Where he was, he could not see the stars, branches entangled so thickly above that he was encased in the shade of the trees with only the comfort of the voices of the night-time creatures hidden deeper into the forbidden forest to echo along his venturous path. He had not intended to enter the forest, much less leave his dorm so late into the evening, but his feline companion had had other intentions and was not the least bit mindful of his owners wishes. A true Black cat, indeed, the male feline had snuck out of the common room where Regulus had confined himself between the pages of a potions book, only to look up and find the rear end of his cat slip right into the corridor between a students legs. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out there, or why he felt every inclination to continue following his stubborn cat - even though he would attest it to be disturbingly unusual for Lyra to leave the common room at night. At any rate, it had been more than enough to prompt him from the common room, himself following the cat through his escape to the grounds and eventually the woods.
The forbidden forest did not terrify him the way it might have in his first year, and the crunch of wood and forest waste beneath his feet did not startle him with promise to paranoia. It was dangerous, yes, and not without its terrors. But Regulus felt much less safe around the hoards of people than he did shielded by trees and better yet, the dark cloak of midnight. To others it might have been odd to feel that way, but his life at Hogwarts was hardly a pleasant one to have to endure, particularly in the case of his early years with Sirius' name quickly grinding into the seeds of school ground infamy, while he stood in the shadow absorbing the backlash from both stranger and kin alike, as a Slytherin no less. Having to ascertain his loyalties in the eyes of his family and fellow elitists to offset himself from his brothers outspoken, though heavily displaced appeals - as twelve year old boy... It was damaging and so many times he had learned to find solace in the casing of the trees. Even now in his fifth year, it was not uncommon to find him in their shadows. Tonight however, he was too annoyed to take solace or to care beyond finding his cat - who had so effortlessly disappeared from sight.
"Lyra," He murmured, his uppercrust accent calling into the darkness with a cradled irritation. Nothing. He tried several times over multiple times that evening. But he could hear no petulant mewl or wail of response. Which may or may not have been uncommon, but he was starting to lose patience. And after what felt like hours, he had finally decided to end his search - not nearly so interested in venturing any deeper into the forest as he already had. For the most part he'd stuck to the out edges, close to the school grounds. Or at the very least, close enough to reach it in ten minutes flat should threat appear. He was not excessively reckless to show no heed to safety precaution. No. That was something Sirius would do. Whom he was quite clearly not and in no way resembled. So, he turned back - leaving the thickness of the forest and fighting the light of the stars stream through the trees once more. In was in light of this however, that he quickly realized that there was another presence nearby. A figure, but a silhouette in the distance. Instinct had him dilluminate his wand, heart rate quickening despite the calm that was fixed onto his face and he drew forward quietly - temperate curiousity and Black pride leaving no room with thought to take another path. As the form solidified in his vision however, such adrenaline was lost. It was another student from what he gathered. A careless, mindless student. He pulled himself from the shadows still several feet from the girl, "How careless." Was all he bothered to say, not even certain why he said it - particularly if it was who he thought it was.
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Post by HAILEY SAMANTHA THOMAS on May 19, 2012 21:57:29 GMT
-----------------------------Up where the mountains meet the heavens above out where the lightening splits the sea I could swear that there's someone watching over me [/color] ------------------------------[/center] Hailey ran a hand through her now wavy hair. It was wavy thanks to the braid. Her ears pricked forward as she heard someone talking. She jumped about a foot into the air and whirled around, pulling out her wand. The Ravenclaw whispered a spell and the tip ignited. She raised it, watching it fall on the other person and her heart nearly stopped. It was someone who was dressed in Slytherin robes. As if that was not bad enough she started to hyperventilate. Hailey didn’t know if it was due on her luck since she was having run ins with Slytherins a lot lately. First there was Rodolphus. Nearly three weeks ago he had tortured her. Put her through what she considered to be hell and broken her. She was slowly recovering thanks to the help of Sirius and James. “How could it be careless if you’re just standing there?” She told him. Hailey hoped that she had put a lot of sense on that sentence. She then frowned, the light trailing him and wondered if she had known him in the past due to the pureblood parties and such like that. “Excuse me, but do I know you?” That was a rather foolish question. She turned slightly pink before revising that. “I mean…from before. My family’s pureblood.” Probably one of the few times that she would ever use her family name in a situation.
“My name is Hailey. Hailey Thomas.” Of course she could have been making a big deal out of nothing. But she remembered the times in the past where Kevin would take her and her siblings to an event in the pureblood society. She was basically forced to socialize with the little bratty children of Death Eaters. She had considered it a good thing that Kevin couldn’t read her thoughts. Hailey would have been in deep deep trouble. “Um…couldn’t sleep either?” That was a really stupid question on her part but in truth she would have said anything to cover the uneasy silence. Hailey shifted a little nervously. A part of her wanted to turn and run but she locked herself in place. “You should know my sister or brother. Reila Thomas. She’s a seventh year.” Okay Hailey, she told herself, it’s time to shut up now. She could feel her cheeks burning as she looked down at the ground. She considered herself lucky that he had not done anything to her. Well…yet anyways. She frowned a little at the mention of her siblings. Zachary was too much like their father it was scary. He was already following in his footsteps and was nicknamed ‘Lackey’ from Hailey. She considered her eldest, and rather annoying, brother a dog. He was too busy following around other people and following their orders.
Reila on the other hand was different. Hailey had considered it a good thing that Reila was mostly defying Kevin’s orders at the moment. She was finding herself defending her sister. Most people would have raised their eyebrows at the thought of a lady, a pureblood one at that, not following orders. A sigh escaped from her lips as she raised her head slowly to look up at the person. She wanted to ask if he knew Marcus but that, in itself, would end up putting her into even more trouble than it was worth. “I….might have saw you around Sirius before. Before Hogwarts I mean.” There she was again with the rambling. An awkward silence spread between the two of them as Hailey shifted nervously again. She lowered her wand and the light on the tip went out. A breeze ruffled past them, ruffling up her hair. She pushed back a couple of strands that had managed to fall in her eyes. [/size] Tagged. Reggie <33
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Notes. My muse went away for a minute before I had to submit it for a few more. Lemme know if anything needs changing!
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Post by avyx on May 21, 2012 22:06:10 GMT
It was uncertain whether he could tell exactly who was standing admidst the trees, in only light of the stars - but suspicion had him peering into the darkness with recognition. Regulus spent a good deal of time watching his brother from afar and his observations had grown keen. And while he'd never placed name to girl after girl, their silhouette's were easy to memorize. Perhaps it was one of them. It didn't surprise him that his brother went after girls daft enough to stand absently in lieu of the danger that the Forbidden Forest encompased. He himself may have known this part of the forest well enough, but that didn't mean it was any less dangerous - especially since she had appeared to be just standing there. Why he felt compelled to point this out, however - was entirely beyond him. He owed his brother nothing. He owed this girl nothing - whether she knew his brother or not.
And yet, as she raised her wand to shed light on him, he made no effort to pull back into the shadows and veer off onto another path. Regulus merely stood there under the ominous branches of the trees overhead, arms at his side and wand in his grasp. At her response, his eyes narrowed in the darkness. "Because you are standing there," he pointed out, voice curtained with his typical smug regard. How much of an imbecile could this girl be? And why, oh why was he associating with her? An off-night, he deduced - what with Lyra taking off and leading him out into the forest. With that in mind he didn't want to make it habit to stand there long. But as he went to step forward, her words made him stop. She was more than just recognizable - she was someone... someone he knew. A pureblood. Yes, but not one of his house and not one... he could ever remembering acknowledging on school grounds. Not if this girl was somehow associated to his brother as he was assuming. There were plenty purebloods like that - that threw away their pride in such a status to become the blood traitors that they were. Of course, there were many Slytherins that considered any pureblood out of house to be a blood traitor - though Regulus maintained that so long as blood status was upheld and maintained, they were no less pure. Values were what made the purebloods respectable, not house.
Thomas. The name echoed clearly in his memory - a glare forming quickly as he recalled the family and their history with his. "Thomas," He spoke, ignoring her following question. The relevancy of his sleeping habits were nigh, particularly now that he knew who this girl really was. His sister, her family. Yes, he knew them. After all, they had tried to set up an arrangement to marry into the family. As a result of Sirius' placement into Gryffindor, however, they had pulled out of the engagement. His parents - already suffering from the pressure of having the Black Heir sorted into the opposing house of the family line, had been every bit infuriated by the withdrawal. And while it was now an irrelevant fact now that Sirius was indeed, a blood traitor - at the time, it had left a bitter stance between the two families only to follow with the irony of the Thomas girl to be sorted into Ravenclaw. Such a foolish family. A shame to their name; their blood. "Yes," He responded coldly, "I know who you are, Hailey Thomas. Your family as well - though it is a most unfortunate aquaintance." He enlighted briefly, his voice darkened and weighing tentatively over insulting. As a result, he gripped his wand just that little bit tighter, glaring squarely at the girl.
He fought a wince at the mention of his brother, face steeling over impassively. Pureblood parties. Yes. More pieces to the puzzle. "As you would have..." He halted, lighting up the tip of his own wand and stepping forward, "Sirius Black, is my elder brother."
OOC: Lemme know if I'm off about anything here~ Oh, and he'll get meaner xD don't you worry. -chuckles-
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Post by HAILEY SAMANTHA THOMAS on Jun 4, 2012 2:45:56 GMT
-----------------------------Up where the mountains meet the heavens above out where the lightening splits the sea I could swear that there's someone watching over me [/color] ------------------------------[/center] The fifth year Ravenclaw was grateful for the darkness. It had hidden her blush that was creeping up. She was feeling a bit stupid and she hated the feeling. It was bad enough that her father had made her feel that way every summer and holiday break. She quickly bit down on the inside of her cheeks. An awkward silence spread between the two of them until she had worked up the nerve to say, “So are you.” She turned a bit more pinker at her words. “Um….do you wonder around here always?” She was mentally kicking herself for asking such a stupid question. Really, Hailey didn’t know how to deal with the sudden awkwardness. She continued to bit down on the inside of her cheeks, quiet for several minutes until he said her last name. Her head shot straight up as she looked at him. Hailey was feeling rather nervous. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or not when he had commented on the fact that he knew who she was. Most people would recognize the name. After all, Kevin had made quite the name for their family. And he will continue to do so until his death. “You would have my father to blame for that.” She told him, her cheeks were now flaming. To be honest, Hailey didn’t even know that she had an arrange marriage with Sirius until he had told her himself a few years back.
It was rather strange to hear it from him. Sirius had always been a rather close friend. She remembered only a few of the encounters in her past. “My father didn’t want anyone tainting the family name so he pulled out. He’s rather keen on keeping the name pure.” To this she had made a slight face. In more than one way, Hailey had shown how much different she was from her family. She didn’t believe in blood purity. To most respectful pureblood fathers she would have been a daughter who had shammed the family name and would have been tossed out before. Kevin had pretty much decided to keep her, knowing that she would keep the beatings and the mistreatment quiet. “And you can also blame the sorting hat.” The brown haired girl could have told him about the argument she had with it but she decided not to. She was slowly realizing that she belonged in Ravenclaw more than Slytherin. After seeing how some of them act to others Hailey was suddenly more than grateful. She wouldn’t have lasted in the house of snakes. She would be gone in less than a few hours. Hailey supposed she should have been grateful to the darn hat. Over the years she had learned that the hat sorted people based on their personalities.
Hailey had blinked, rather startled. “You’re….” It was here that she had paused, remembering if Sirius had talked about him before. Or better yet, if her father had. She slowly raised her wand, letting it fall on him and she frowned. “….Regulus?” Her brown eyes had glittered with something that neither one of them could place. Merlin she should have known who he was. He looked to be in the same year that she was. “You’re Regulus Black?” She continued to look at him, her expression quite puzzled as she took a step back. She made a mental note to ask Sirius about him whenever she ran into him. She perked up instantly as a thought occurred to her. She could send Rico to his dorm. She could just see the look on his face when he would be waken up by her owl. The thought alone was enough to make the brown haired girl grinned. Hailey quickly bit down on the inside of her cheeks again to keep a smooth expression on her face. Really, she should be thinking other things with the current situation at hand. Then again, Hailey Thomas was different. It took her a few minutes to calm down and glanced up at him with a rather somber expression, waiting for him to speak. [/size] Tagged. Regulus!
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Notes. I do apologize for the lateness hun! Let me know if anything needs to be changed. Awkward Hailey is awkward.
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Post by avyx on Jun 18, 2012 2:42:10 GMT
It appeared, blatantly that this girl was quite painfully unaware of just how reckless it was for her to be standing absently in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. At night, of all times to be doing so. At the very least, in daylight - there would have been traces of light to see off into the cavern of trees. Instead - apart from the illuminated wands, the only alternate source of light was the night sky; a significantly sparse source in the case of the human eye. The fact that a Ravenclaw of all houses, couldn't piece together the dangers she was openly and quite possibly naively subjecting herself to left Regulus feeling a mixture of exasperation and pride in the fact that she considered him more of a threat than she did the Forest by the way she had responded. It was in partial to this sentiment that his lips cleanly thinned in the gleam of the light, making no effort to refute her statement. If she wanted to believe that he was the threat than so be it. Thomas' name in comparison to the Black's amounted to nothing on the elitist chain and it went without saying that Regulus was far more superior than this girl. And he took pleasure in knowing that she seemed to be in agreement whether she was aware of it or not. At her following question, the muscles in his face seemed to twitch ever so slightly, the presence of annoyance making itself just that much more apparent to him. "My business is my own, girl." He responded smugly, not at all inclined to inform her that he was playing hide and seek with his pet. Quite frankly it was none of her business and should would have to be highly misguided to think otherwise.
At the mention of her father, Regulus remained ever bit locked into cold appeal the breath of the night air coating his skin with blanketed chill with only the light of their wands aglow in the unending passage of darkness, "Your father," He started, habitually callous in his mannerisms, "Is a fool. And no more than a shame to his own name and blood. The fact that he had the nerve to desist the arrangement to blend with the most prestigious House of Black for sheer pettiness is proof of that. And he will do well to remember it." But as cold and annoyed as his voice sounded, the substance of his words were deliberate to only reflect on the respect demanded of a Black House. Not of his brother - for the failure that he was. The arrangement however, was cut prior the occurrence of that. Long prior to Sirius' banishment from the family tree. And the Thomas name had very much remained to leave a bitter taste in the mouth of a Black. Yes, Sirius had lost plenty credibility in his Sorting, and yes there was shock and skepticism on the whispered tongues of their relatives following the event, but something; in Regulus' eyes, as trivial as a House Sorting deserved to be disregarded in the case of an honourable pureblood name. And someone as low on the elitist chain as Thomas had no right nor proper mind to dare refuse the chance to join with the Black family.
"The Sorting Hat stands simply as a means of placement in Hogwarts, it is irrelevant in the case of the value of the pureblood status." He replied simply, fingers flexing around the dark wood of his wand. "Should you yourself sought not to align yourself with blood traitors and mudbloods, you would not have been shunned by any proper-minded elite." He added - a chill of caution creeping up his neck as he became increasingly aware that the forest became more and more alive the longer he stood still. This was not the time to lay out the true values of a proud pureblood, and it was certainly not worth the effort to do so in the case of a girl who's name no longer measured up what it once meant on account of her father's decision, and the girls own personal defeat in bending under the pitiful claims of others. The fact that she was a Ravenclaw did not make her a lesser being - no, what made her that was her disregard for her blood. Certainly if she had chosen to cut ties with her family, his parents would not have denied her the right to marry into the family line, but like Sirius, she had strayed too far from the path of the prestigious and became nothing more than a mold structured by others. Or so Regulus had come to believe from what he knew about her.
It took longer than it should have for the girl to process who he was, and it helped little in improving his attitude towards her. Eyes narrow and hard he waited a breath and said, "I am," with ice on his tongue. While his eyes remained on hers, he remained well aware of the wand pointed in his direction - its intent clear not to harm but to improve her clarity of vision. Still, his grip on his wand remained stationed and prepared to defend as he stepped forward again, the forest floor cracking and groaning beneath his feet, most disturbed by the odd smile on the girls face.
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