Peering Eyes// Open

[John Ford]

John stood at the open side of the cliff peering down at the black lake, tears filling his eyes he allowed them to overflow and allow them to roll down his face, the lake was like a black mirror. All black. But perfect for perring into the future. The sounds of thunder and lightning overhead indicated a storm would happen.

But there was a reason why John was standing before the cliff side. Today, was the day, that a student so young would be sent to Azkaban prison.

John even thought about jumping. He didn't want to go, but somehow, he knew he would be forced to go anyways.

[Brandi Monsoon]

Brandi awoke, her eyes restless. She had just had the most disturbing dream she had ever had in a while. Glancing around she realized that she had fallen asleep on her couch at home. Standing up, she felt the sudden need to apparate. Brandi wasn't liking this, she didn't apparate often as it was.

Picking up her leather jacket, Brandi concentrated on the dark cliff side in her dream. The pull hit her and she felt like she was being shooved through a tube too small for her. Falling to the ground, wind whipped her red hair around her face. Groaning, she glanced up from the ground, seeing a pair of shoes. Pushing herself up Brandi glanced up to the face of a boy. "Thanks man."

[John Ford]

John composed himself when he felt the disturbance in the air, and then a woman was on the ground. John extended his hand but she got up.

She looked at him, John wasn't sure if fshe was angry, or frustrated, or anything. Right now he could barely fortell the future. "Thanks man."

Confused, John looked down, "I'm sorry."

He recognized the woman, she was in his year, very talented seeker and witch. Her name? Brandi? Yes, that was it. Brandi. She was a good person for the most part, just not exactly someone you wanted to get in bad terms with. So the real question is, why is she here?

John eyed her carefully, careful enough not to peer into her soul and just get the answers. "Brandi? R-right?" John tried to steady his breathing.

[Brandi Monsoon]

Brandi studied his confused expression, and then sighed, "Don't be sorry. It's partly my own fault I'm here."

She rubbed the back of her feet, and then swung her coat on. It was far too cold up here. "I'm really hoping this isn't going to end up like my dream, otherwise I will be kicking your ass in the afterlife for dragging me out here." Brandi muttered, and then realized he was looking at her warily. "Yeah... that's me.John is it?" She vaguely remembered him, he always seemed quiet and reserved.

She looked at him suddenly, "Can I ask you what you're doing out here?"

[John Ford]

John shifted uneasily, "Scrying." he said after a moments hesitation. Divination and potions was his subject, if anyone really knew John well, they would know he was a powerful Oracle. Brandi would know of this experience since the first year, or heard of it at least.

John looked down, "Wondering if I should jump..." he whispers. "Today... I go to Azkaban...."

[Brandi Monsoon]

Brandi nodded, "Scrying... of course. Please tell me you were seeing someone else's suicide jump instead..." She trailed off as he looked down and said, "Wondering if I should jump..." he whispers. "Today... I go to Azkaban...."

Mentally Brandi was swearing like a sailor, "You are telling me, that you are going to leap off a cliff. Merlin, this is not my day is it?" She rubbed her temples with her fingers, thinking. "Why are you going to Azkaban again? Obviously I'm missing the school gossip or something." She asked him tiredly.

[John Ford]

John frowned and stepped forward, their eyes locked and John sent energy into Brandi, to wake her nothing more. "Better?" John asked.

Then when the question came, John shuddered, "I killed a Minister of Magic..." he muttered, "Wasn't my fault. He attacked me, for several years, but it doesn't matter its their word against me..." John looked down, "Its only because I won't work for them."

[Brandi Monsoon]

Brandi's eyes caught John's and suddenly she felt a jolt. "Bloody hell. Why me?" Realizing she was complaining about being more awake, she looked embarassed, "Sorry, it's just Jinx does that to me too, except when I panic or something. But yes, it is much better, I can actually think clearly. Thankyou John." She smiled at him, and actually meant it.

"A Minister of Magic? How many do we have?" She gave him a confused look, and then sighed, "Well that's a very serious offence." She mumbled, and then continued listening.

"He attacked you?" She looked up at him suddenly, "And yet you are going to azkaban? Merlin this world gets more twisted." Brandi shook her head. "What if someone vouched for you? What if... oh I don't know... You ran? Or hid out or something. Is it even legal to send a student to Azkaban?" SHe questioned, tapping her fingers against her leg.

[John Ford]

John gave a laugh at the student part, "To me they don't see me as a student, they see me as... An Oracle, and that I belong with them. Several years they've tried to get me to quite Hogwarts and work for them. Every time I denied them. So they sent the werewolf Aratron... Although they had no idea he was one, until..." John revealed his shoulder, a huge bite mark. "I'm not a Lycanthrop, but even in the human form they can take... Huge bites..."

John looked down at the ocean back to Brandi, "If I run they'll find me..."

[Brandi Monsoon]

Her eyes moved to the mark on his shoulder and she winced symthetically. "John... I have connections, we can find a way. I was sent here to change this... this outcome." She gestured desperately at the ocean water. "Please..." She begged, her eyes pleading, "we can change it. There are some places the Ministry wouldn't think to look."

She thought of her family friend, a promient spellmaker and Auror. He was powerful on his own, and he didn't always follow the Ministy's rules, though they hadn't caught on yet.

[John Ford]

John stepped away from the cliff thoughtfully, "I wonder..." John murmured, his eyes slanting in and out of focus as if he was seeing something from the future.

"Brandi, may I ask a quesiton?"

[Brandi Monsoon]

She glanced at him curiously, "Sure, anything."

Brandi wondered what he wanted to know, John's eyes were doing odd things, and she was a little worried, though she knew it was most likely normal.

[John Ford]

John tilted his head to the side, and smiled kindly, "What is your favorite animal?"

[Brandi Monsoon]

She was a little taken aback by the question, clearly not what she was expecting. "Umm well. A black panther actually." Brandi responded, not certain as to what he was going to say next. "What does this have to do with you leaping off a cliff?"

[John Ford]

John burst into a bubbling laughter. Smilling. "Nothing." John said calmly, "And your favorite color?"