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[icely05]

Elvira's feet felt a little stiff, not surprising since today had consisted of walking around the castle from one end to the other, from the murky dungeons right up to each spirally tower, the steps winding their way up in numerous circles was very disorientating after a while. She sat, cross legged in a deep set window ledge looking out. The day was drawing to a close and from here she had discovered the most amazing view of the sun drifting lazily over the great lake, normally it's surface dark and calm, the deep orange colour of the setting sun bounced over the ripples giving the impression the whole surface was on fire.

She brought her knees up to her chest and her long skirt lifted half way up her calves revealing a pair of very heavy boots that didn't exactly fit with the rest of her delicate lacy attire. Her pale face rested gently on the pane of glass cooling her pleasantly and her dark eyes studied the grounds in all their glory. She thought she may even take a stroll later on tonight, she was sure Hogwarts was a completely different place after dark.

Elvira was somewhat of a loner, she didn't really like nor trust many people, there was no reason for this, she had just always preferred her own company, she supposed it was because she was an only child, not to mention that way there was always an intelligent conversation. This attitude naturally didn't get her many friends. Although she never had many to begin with because it was well known in her country that her whole family were dark wizards, and she was no different, just a little less vocal about it.
She expected that when she was sorted (into slytherin she was confident she would get) then perhaps she could meet others like herself, unless of course all the traits she'd heared about the houses were all a myth.

Keeping one eye on the sunset she drew from her bag a tiny leather bound book and a very fine quill, if you could call it a quill, it was more of a long thin nib with a tuft of feather on the end. She began to sketch, as it progressed it was obvious the drawing was of a female, it looked to be a very good likeness..if you knew the person that was.

[Nathan Darkclaw]

The sound of footsteps came up the stone passage, the echo bounced up the long draughty corridoor making it sound a lot louder than it was. Although the castle was strong stone through and through and considering the sun was going down, it did feel suprisingly warm. Perhaps because the sun had all day to heat up the stones, either way it was a pleasant feeling.

Nate had a natural quick pace in his step, if he hadn't allowed himself a brief glance out of the window as he passed he would have missed her entirely. He brought himself to a not so graceful halt since the girl just appearing as though she had just popped into exsistance was a little un-nerving, she may just as easily jumped out from the shadows and screamed 'BOO'

He masked his graceless stop by leaning on the stone wall and looking to her in the window, but as the sun was in his eyes it was somewhat difficult to make out her features, insted his eyes slipped to the book in her hands, the makings of a very talented drawing were starting to reviel themselves upon her page. "Not bad" he said breaking the silence unsure if she had even noticed his presence, if she had, she kept this a secret, but at least now it was obvious she wasn't alone. "Do you only draw people? Or does the talent extend across the border?"

[icely05]

Her silence and apparent privacy was ruined by another figure, knowing he was there, she spotted him in her peripherals before he even spoke, she gave a small irked sigh, making no attempt to hide it. Her quill stopped scratching at the page half way through completing the females long curly hair.

She used her hand to delicately shift her own hair from her face as she leaned herself back against the window frame and looked up towards her somewhat unwanted guest. She could be extremely social, perhaps even 'nice' when she wanted to be, the problem was, she hardly ever wanted to be, and it was very rare she found somebody she would consider worth her time, her eyes traveled over the boy, it seemed he didn't fall into said category.

Pushing her quill back in her bag and moving the book out of view though not closing it fear the ink would smear she made no hurry to answer the boys question but eventually she spoke, when she did her voice carried a trace of a French accent. "I draw whatever attracts my attention" she said shortly, indeed the girl in the picture had attracted her attention for a good few years. "Where i come from it is good practice and common manners to introduce yourself before a conversation" she said a little stiffly.

[Nathan Darkclaw]

He watched the little picture of the inky female get pushed away and out of his sight lines. He supposed drawing was a private thing for her, which was a shame because the picture wasn't bad at all. It was strange what some people would prefer to do in their own privacy. Nate supposed his version of this was sleeping; he didn't like sharing a room where he would have to sleep because he didn't like the idea of people watching him. Therefore being thrust into hogwarts and having to share a dormitory was a bit of a nightmare; meaning he was the last to go to bed and the first to rise.

He half wondered who the girl was in the drawing and what was so special for her to attract the females attention, he was on the verge of asking when she spoke again, this time very bluntly.
He allowed himself a small smirk as he looked at her, he believed he could have easily told she was French before she'd even opened her mouth. There was something about her, perhaps her snobbish expression. He recognised this as what muggles would call racism, he shrugged this off.

He worked out his answer in his mind trying to decide whether to take the polite route or the easy route, the easy route won, after all, up to now he hadn't come across another person at Hogwarts who had spoke their mind so bluntly, he kind of liked it. "Where I come from it was common practice for the men to drink all day and go home to beat up their families or friends, so you'll have to excuse me if i don't stick to what SHOULD happen OK?" he plonked himself down on the stone window ledge beside her and looked out the window, she'd chosen a perfect spot. "Wow, beautiful, you got a good eye girl"

[icely05]

Hey eyes narrowed as the boy didn't hesitate to bite back to her comment. She supposed he thought he was terribly clever, lack of intelligence thinking it had an abundance of intelligence was, in her opinion, a criminal offense.

She took in the finer points of the boy, usually she just saw people as a general category until she bothered to notice things such as: that one was blonde, that one was tall etc etc. She noticed that he was OK looking, just OK, nothing to be proud of yet nothing to run from in horror. "I'll have to assume your personality isn't your best feature" she said "I wonder what is" she said somewhat coldly.

He forced his presence on her further by taking a seat beside her and forcing her to have to shuffle closer to the window in order to accommodate him, she gave him a rough shove as he leaned over to look out the window. "Yes I do, I have two good eyes which at the moment don't approve of what they see, now if you'll excuse me"

She shut the drawing book hoping the ink was dry and heaved it into her bag which she swung violently over her shoulder and pushed past him back into the hallway and into a standing position. "It's been a pleasure..." she said a little sarcastically yet leaving the sentence open in order for him to fill in his name.