Floating through the Atmosphere -Ryan-

[Zoë Marek]

The words in the book blurred and with great force of effort the petite girl sitting on the thick windowsill, blinked her eyes. She was probably expending more energy trying to break out of a state of paralyzing drowsiness. She read a few sentences but her head dropped again. After fighting a few more times, her wavy unkempt hair fell against the cool window pane and Zoë drifted off into her imagination. She for one, thought that it was a much more delightful place then her potions book.

It was very unusual for the 14 year old hufflepuff to nap, perhaps once a year at the most. Entering school had increased the frequency of this formerly freak experience. Usually Zoë just kept going, much to a similar effect as the energizer bunny. Curiosity drove her forward, or maybe it was really just Attention Deficit Disorder, but whatever you'd like to blame it on, she loved to explore. Before school napping had a similar probability as being struck by lightning. She had heard that some people had lightning burn patterns that etched into their skin after being struck. Oddly she had wondered what it felt like- if it was like a car being jumped, or being rewired, did it feel energetic?

As a kid, not that very much time had passed since then, so maybe before she was ten, Zoë could not remember a single dream that she had ever had. But ever since it was as if she was living on a different plane. Today she had been so jubilantly content that it seemed as if her soul would leap out of her body and dance across the sky. Apparently her happiness continued into the realm of dreams, which had she been aware of this congruence, would have renewed her faith in way life works. She felt energetic, a movement of her soul. And suddenly she saw where she was. Directly below her was the milky way. It seemed closer than normal and particularly vivid. For some reason her brain had decided that it wasn't odd that she was above the stars while another part of her reminded herself to take advantage of the extraordinary perspective. And then she was floating down towards earth, apart of a warm breeze, the sort of breeze that has a greater velocity than the strongest tornado or hurricane. She was magnetized and then as she entered the earth's atmosphere she combined with the oxygen and nitrogen and for 3 seconds, while changing their chemical charge emitted a deep red. She jumped from particle to particle to particle, falling through the radiating dance. As she grew closer to earth she changed to green and sometimes blue. Her spirit was smiling more than it ever had and her eyes felt like they were shinning brighter than all of the stars in the universe combined. She was dancing in the Northern Lights.

She was about to fall too far, too close to the earth, and out of the dance which had mesmerized her for as long as she could remember. Suddenly she awoke bumping her head against the window. She let out a low "ouch" and kind off fell from her nook as she realized where she was. Then she saw the boy.

There was a boy. Why did there always have to be someone around when she did something stupid? Most of the time when she was perfectly graceful there was no one was around to notice. Of course. Nonetheless, she couldn't wipe a gleeful smile from her face thinking that she had just danced the most breathtaking dance of her life. "hi" she mumbled towards the boy. His name was.... well she couldn't remember, but she knew that he was in the same house she was. Entirely without the permission of the socially aware part of her brain, she blurted out ecstatically, "I think I just had the most wonderful dream of my life. It was perfectly amazing!". Whenever Zoë got really excited a hint of her former American accent would peek through its English mask.

"Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like Spring and she talks like June"

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((So I'm just getting back into rping, in fact I haven't written in any creative form for a few years, so I'm sorry if my post lengths, style, and such vary a little))

[Rys Ruckmons]

Ryan was in the library, perusing the great many shelves that held many centuries worth of wisdom. The library was so darn big... maybe he should just use an Accio Charm or something. Yes, he would try it if he couldn't' find what he was looking for in ten minutes. Darn you OWLs, the fifth year muttered internally. He had been trying his hardest all year, and he'd still need to improve in leaps and bounds with Potions and Transfiguration. Some of his older house mates had helped him with Transfiguration, but Ryan wasn't about to try Potion making in the common room, and he felt to shy to go to ask for help. Ryan, shy. That was one thing that didn't occur too often. Yup, that was probably one of his biggest weaknesses, asking for help from a teacher. He'd do it in the classroom, he'd cringe away from extra help outside of the classroom. It was stupid, he knew, and he needed to get over it, but he just... couldn't.

Darn you Potions book, where are you? he grumbled, his grey-blue eyes scanning the many titles arranged neatly on the shelves. Ryan probably should of asked the Librarian, but she counted as one of the extra help people, plus, she seemed quite busy at the moment and Ryan didn't want to disrupt her. She looked like she was "in her groove" sort of thing, and once broken, it was sort of hard to get back. While passing another bookcase, he passed a girl trying hard to focus on a book, but it looked liked drowsiness was going to win. Ryan was bit far, so he couldn't quite make out who it was exactly. All he knew was that it was another student; they all found amusement in sitting on the window stills to read. The sun gave good light there most of the time. Colors and faces were blurring at that distance, and Ryan randomly considered if he should get contacts or glasses. He could see the board fine, but yet he couldn't see the girl on the window still.

The girl didn't cross Ryan's mind again until he went to go sit at a table, finally finding the book that he had been in search for. He saw the girl dozing, and, remembering that it was the same window and perhaps the same person, Ryan gave a grin. The Hufflepuff boy remembered doing that once in his first year. Not able to concentrate, long and complicated words going on for ever, nice sun in your face, perhaps a meal from the Great Hall: it all equalled drowsiness. Now that Ryan could get a proper look at her, he realized that she as in his house and the fifteen year old's face split into a grin. The yellow and black crescent of Hufflepuff showed on her robes and tie. She looked at bit younger than him, perhaps by only a year. He defiantly remembered seeing her through the halls, the table and common room. Only problem was that he couldn't exactly place a name. Ryan was horrible with names at any rate. She was striking him as someone with a last name starting with M. Marks? Mahoney? Marson? Marie? None of them sounded right to him.

He shook his head, privately chiding himself. What a horrible house mate he made! Ryan turned back to his book, she'd probably wake up in a few minutes or so. Falling asleep in that position was quite uncomfortable from what Ryan could remember. It was also a rude awakening. You'd either hit your head on something from bobbing, or fall from slumping over. After a few moments of reading over a history of a Potioneer, he heard a muffled exclamation from the window. Ryan's head turned and his eyes lit up in amusement. It appeared as if the girl had hit her head on something, and, consequently, was awake. He saw her half fall off the perch and automatically stood, trying to prevent her from falling. Of course, the fall wasn't a long way down, so she should be okay.

Still, Ryan went over to her and sat on the worn rug. She seemed to notice him and gave a muttered greeting. He returned it with a grin. "Mornin' there sleepy head," Ryan winked, his voice teasing. A second later, a look of genuine concern flickered over his face as he remembered her head getting bumped and her half sliding off the window. "Seriously though, you alright?" he asked, scanning over the familiar Hufflepuff's face. Then, she did something similar to him. That is, he wouldn't be surprised if he did it himself one of these days. Ryan laughed and looked at her. "Well, that's awesome to hear!" he grinned. "They say dreams are an extension of what's on your mind, so perhaps there are great things in store for ya!" the boy remarked happily. "What was it about, anyway, if you don't mind my asking?" he inquired curiously.

OOC: Lol, that's absolutely fine!
o.o Sorry about my length! Hopefully it'll make up for the wait
Character Name: Ryan Simons-5th Year Hufflepuff
Mood: Determined, Happy, Amused, Curious
To: Zoë Marek-4th Year Hufflepuff
IC Word Count: 861

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking

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