The world is bigger than our eyes (open)

[Edmund Bode]

skip a trip to zerospace.

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The night had been a spectacularly clear one. It wasn’t often that British skies were blessed with the littering of lights; as though their watchful gaze was not worthy of a drunken alley man pottering about Trafalgar Square, convinced it was a national holiday and sporting numerous flags. If they were out of touch from muggles, they should at least celebrate the magical race. However, as it was some ridiculous hour of the morning; no Hogwarts student was awake to endure this stupendous captivity of stars, except that of a sixth-year Gryffindor student named Edmund Bode. Edmund was a pale-faced boy with languid, shadowy eyes and black, shock-like hair which surprisingly escaped the need to be supported by scaffolding. He was hard as nails on the surface yet cushiony inside. Very much like the silk inside a chestnut when you break it open. Once cracked, he was well and truly yours for life; gushing verse and questioning things that you knew ought not to be questioned, for sake of turning insane.

That aside, he was still hard as nails.

With his thick eyebrows taut and creasing his forehead, Ed’s head pops out of a wooden hatch on a flat part of Hogwarts’ roof. He climbs from the hole, hoisting his body easily onto the shingles which coated the ledge; some imbedding into his smooth skin and impatiently being brushed off as he stands. His hands delve straight into the pockets of his black jeans; the hems of which are torn and frayed from years of scraping his large feet listlessly across floors. Leather bangles and flaked black nail polish supports Ed’s good-for-nothing look, along with a faded grey t-shirt that has had the sleeves haphazardly ripped from at the seam. A few unseen trinkets click and tinkle from his slight movements. He glances up at the sky grudgingly, as though it would fail to please him even if it turned purple and omitted glitter.

It was better than being in the stuffy dormitory, he thinks, slowly descending to perch on one of the higher roof parts. This isn’t the highest part of the castle by any means, but there’s still a sufficient, clean air surrounding here, as though enveloping an onlooker appreciatively. The stars don’t get enough show time.

[Klera Elric]

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Klera stold there the shadows of the darkness the followed her, they surrounded her and she become one with it, ehr feet genta and light they made no sounds, they made no prints as she shifted along the grassy ground grounds,s he felt the dew setting in the grass on her bare feet, it was cold but no where near as cold her her. Kler awas light spirted and free, nothing was going to hold her back...well almost nothing. Her head lifted her on alert there was movment, her eyes rounded much like a cat her head jerked back as she took a step away from the schools shadows casted over the fields she was wlaking across.

Standing in dim moon light she studied a figure above, human she could smell, she could hear, she could feel a bit of the excitment glint in ehr died but them as she watched the stranger standing there...was he going to jump? oh she hoped so, but standing just watching...how boring. she sighed and then her disappointed face curved into one of excitment and thrill...This could be fun."Heeh" she giggled and sprang upt the the wall latche donto the smallest of grip and hauling her waight up was no task as she sprang meters up at a time like a gliding lizard up a wall.

Klera felt one hand reaching the walls edge and with that she threw herself upwards, a bit high and then bounced onto the toes of her feet with a graceful land, her white layers of dress calmed beside her knees as she faced the stranger she'd just sprung up infront of.

"Evening!" she said in a msucial voice, high pitched and cheerful for someone who's been out all night, this was nothing to strange for a vampire to do spending nights out and morning hiding. Through tiring it can be she didn't care, she stared amused at the student await a clear responds she already knew what was going to happen, oh the joys of being a seeker Problem was untill he told her his name she couldn't see fully into his future only glimpes of her own.

[Christian Conway]

Christian sat up on the rooftops at the peak of one of the towers of the castle he called a school and for the most part home. It was a gorgeous night, cloudless and he couldn't sleep so he attempted to.get some Astronomy work done. When Chris had made it to the balcony of the Astronomy tower he saw an oppurtunity to climb and.being the adventurous guy he was he took it upon himself to see how far he could get. After several minutes he was content, placed his star chart down and began working.

After half an hour passed he heard a clicking of a latch and a hinge swinging upon and several points popping out of the hole in the roof. Christian's hand twitched for his wand but relaxed when he saw it was only another student. Chris was pretty sure he was a student, his odd appearance gave him a creepy glow. The new.kid on the roof wasn't the kind of guy Chris was usually seen with, but he never judged a book by its cover. He stood up, wearing the opposite of the new arrival, a preppy poll and jeans, and walked over to introduce himself.

"Christian Conway," he said as he held out his hand. "How you doi..." Chris was forced to pause as he saw Klera pop out of nowhere too and greet the new oddly dressed student. He gave Klera weird look no really knowing how he should feel towards her after their last encounter a few months ago.