The Grounds

[Nyssa Pond]

Nyssa finished the fiddle tune she had been playing and started playing an old gospel song and softly singing along. When she was done the song she realized it was past curfew. She hurridly packed up her mandolin, waved goodbye to the boys, and headed back to the common room.

[Blake Deimos]

Blake gave Emery a tinkling laugh, bringing his hand up to try and stifle the giggles that followed. "I have no idea what a 'tide-to-go' stick is but that all sounds very hectic! I think that's what probably made the event though, the things that went wrong. They'll look back and laugh, and love each other even more because even though a lot went wrong-- it was all right in the end."
Blake wrapped his arm around Emery's lower back to walk more comfortably, "Wasted? Does that feel weird?" Blake, obviously being much too young to drink copious amounts of alcohol, never had the displeasure of feeling completely lost in stupor. "Oh.. well, anything really. I bring books from home. I recently finished Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility and started Stephen Chbosky's The Perks of Being a Wallflower." He waved goodbye to Nyssa and watched her rush back in, wondering why she left in such a hurry.

[Emery Lowell]

Emery laughed and replied, "Yeah, all's well that end's well, right? and wasted does not feel weird at all. I like drinking, so it's all good to me, it's a freeing experience if I do say so myself." He pounded his chest with pride and gave a playful smile to Blake. "Muggle books? I read 'em, Perks at least. I never like 'classics' all too much."

[Blake Deimos]

"Freeing? I've never heard such a word associated to alcohol. Why do you say so? I've only had the occasional wine or mandatory champagne and social functions and it's never felt freeing to me." Blake laughed and returned Emery's smile with a bright one of his own, never forgetting for a second why he had started to crush on the boy. He was down to earth-- real. "I love the classics, but I'm loving Chbosky's book just as much. Does it end nice..?"

[Griffin Black]

Griffin walked out onto the grounds, dressed in a gray shirt and black jeans. He was staring up at the night sky with his hands in his pockets. He sighed, doing his best to fight off a feeling of loneliness inside. Even with Neko he felt incredibly lonely at times. He sat down on the grass and relaxed a little, doing his best to shake off his own thoughts. As he sat he closed his eyes and took up a meditative position. He hadn't meditated in so long and a warm sensation filled him as he cleared his mind.

[Emery Lowell]

Emery chuckled, "When you're with your friends and family, and under the influence, you let go of your normal masks and just... be. Judgement scale being a bit off, sure, but still, you're you ya know?" He looked down to Blake and smiled again, "You cold or anything?" He rubbed Blake's arm with his hand.

[Blake Deimos]

"I see what you mean then, but with me, my only family consists of three people-- our extended family doesn't feel like family for some reason. I think that's because I didn't grow up with them, and they didn't grow up with me. The only thing you can be is you, right..?" Blake looked up to Emery and shook his head, "Not terribly cold, no. You're a lovely blanket, you know." He saw a person off in the distance when he looked away from his lion companion, but couldn't make out who they were or he would have greeted them if he knew them.

[Griffin Black]

Griffin opened his eyes slowly and sighed a little. He stood up and walked back into the castle spinning his wand in his hand.

[Emery Lowell]

Emery looked down at his watch and grimaced, "Oh boo, it's curfew. Brace yourself, Blakey-boy." He transformed into Draco once again, "Just for good measure you know? I won't go all the way back with you anyway." He took his arm away from Blake, trying to act as Malfoy-like as possible, "So.. er.. Mister Deimos, let's get back to the commons."

[Blake Deimos]

Blake giggled and cleared his throat, "How thoughtful of you Draco. Thank you for offering to escort me back." He wouldn't address Draco with such.. familiarity if he didn't know it was Emery underneath. Being honest with himself, he felt dejected it ended so soon but he smiled to Em, not wanting to give him the impression he was upset with him.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron was freezing. It was an awful lot of snow,since it's snowing so heavily. But he loves snow and he reckons that a walk or to just sit down by the tree wouldn't be so insane. Luckily, he was wearing his thick blue favorite jacket together along with his beanie and the gloves. He sure was ready for the snow. He looks around and he inhales the beauty of his surroundings,with the snow falling over.

[Nyssa Pond]

Nyssa scooped up some snow in her hands. She packed it into a ball and threw it in the direction of Ron.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron was hit by a ball of snow and he shouted,"Hey! Not fair! I was daydreaming." He laughed and then eyed Nyssa suspiciously. He went to scoop up snow in his hands and screamed,"SNOWBALL FIGHT!" He threw the snowball at Nyssa.

[Nyssa Pond]

She squawked as she attempted to dodge the snowball. All she accomplished though was getting hit squarely in the side of the head. She quickly packed a new snowball and chucked it back at Ron

[Ron Weasley]

Nyssa's snowball nearly missed him but instead,he got hit right at his nose. He brushed off the snow,scooped up more snow and curled it into a ball. He hurled the snowball back at Nyssa while laughing.