Ceta de Cloyes

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

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Kaleb laughed at the challenge, bolting down the hill after the pretty girl. She was faster than him, but he wasn't about to give up so easily. He was still slightly winded from the group's fearful flight from the roars in the forest, but he wasn't about to ditch the chance to run free after almost a year in a cage.

He was eager to see the construct up close, he wanted know more about the people who'd been here, or if they were still here. The girl had issued the challenge, but Kaleb would have ventured down to investigate anyway. It was better to have a friend- or rather someone to watch his back. Technically he wasn't friends with anyone here, but maybe they would all have each other's backs. Kaleb couldn't imagine splitting up, not with things out there like the fanged hell sloth or unknown factions who might be in league with the Quiz. He neither wanted to be eaten or imprisoned, and they all stood better chances together than apart. He hadn't counted, but he was pretty sure they were missing a few people, no doubt lunatics with trust issues. Not that he trusted these guys, they were all criminals after all, but still...

He was startled from his thoughts when something moved in the grass just before him. He was moving too quickly to halt his momentum and instead he leapt over the small creature- or whatever it was, with a cry of; "Fucking hell!" He stumbled to a stop and turned to look, but whatever it was wasn't there anymore. He didn't want to stick around looking like an idiot jumping at shadows, so he shrugged it off, pretending he hadn't seen large eyes and sharp teeth in the dirt, and hurried to regain his previous speed. The girl was much further ahead of him by then, so he called out to her. "How'd ya get so fuckin' fast?" he shouted breathlessly. Robots were slow things (they weren't), having robot legs should make her just as slow (it shouldn't), or so he grumbled to himself internally, despite the obvious major flaws in that logic (technology makes everything better :P).

@c3p-0h

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

To meh @c3p-0h ?

Hogwarts; A new story

Mike was ready to dismiss the lights going out as a simple electrical error, this was a very old train run by magic after all, it wasn't that much of an assumption. Apparently he was alone in that judgement, the others were clearly startled, drawing their wands as if afraid they were going to be attacked. Mike followed their lead, slipping his vine wood wand from it's hiding place and muttering a quick "lumos" to wield the tool as a flashlight.

His friends were right to be suspicious; the lights weren't an accident, but instead a subtle display of magic used to deliver a message. Oliver read the words aloud, sounding uncertain as they discovered the paper was an invitation to the Shrieking Shack, probably to be met by a recruiter of some sort. It was... dumb, he decided after a moment of thought. They could easily turn the note in to a professor and get the recruiter caught- unless there were safeguards against that. What kind of magic could keep that kind of thing secret? Or did they care? Was it a trap? A test by the staff? So much could be off, but Mike found himself inclined to go anyway, because what if it was real?

He glanced at his companions, wondering at where they stood. Melanie seemed wholly unimpressed, but there was something in her eye that made him uncertain of that conclusion. Ollie was disbelieving, probably shocked at their audacity to recruit from a school of all places. Mike had similar thoughts, curious how bad things must be for them if they wanted support from underage wizards and witches. They both seemed to be measuring each other as much as he was them, trying to guess where everyone stood.

"What do you guys think? You gonna go? Melanie asked, rather bluntly in Mike's opinion.

Way to put us on the spot... He thought grumpily, glancing uncertainly at Oliver. He tried to decide if he should give her the truth or not, but after only a moment of thought he knew it probably didn't matter. Still, he went with a less decisive answer, just in case. "Maybe. Might ask around first, see if it's real before I turn up." He could find a way to spy on the place, to make sure it was actual Cloaks holed up there and not aurors or professors. Already a plan was forming in his head.

@The Elvenqueen@Classpet

Hogwarts; A new story

Had that first paragraph done for a day or so now, but I couldn't just post a singular para. <^^>

Hogwarts; A new story

Mike leaned forward slightly, he was interested in hearing more about Oliver's form too. He had done research into the subject himself, but he thought it was something better persued after Hogwarts than something he could achieve any time soon. Maybe Oliver would say something helpful? A clue Mike could use later to become an Animagi after he graduated?

Mike blinked, caught off guard and abandoning that train of thought at Oliver's bright expression. He has a nice smile, Mike thought, a slight grin curling his lips. A silent spell ejected from Oliver's wand, casting a blue lighting over the compartment. Mike's grin only barely receded as his brows drew together in confusion. Why the light?

In the end it didn't matter, Oliver turning into a giant bird shocked the question straight from Mike's thoughts. Why was he so huge? He jerked back, somewhat in surprise, but mostly just to make room in case he kept growing. There was something about the size, the beak, the talons, the eyes- the whole form in general really, that made Mike nervous. He dismissed the notion though, Ollie wouldn't hurt him, giant bird or no.

Still, Oliver was clearly excited by this and Mike neither wanted to make him feel bad nor to show his own slight fear, so he pasted on an impressed look and smirked. "Cool," he grinned, "looks like those 'raptors from those muggle films." he commented, suddenly feeling much better about that comparison. Velociraptors were cool.

@Classpet@The Elvenqueen

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

I had no idea it was so hard to find free time when on vacation. :/ Still here though! :)

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

Same, but maybe I reply later

Hogwarts; A new story

My schedule will probably not affect this, but I'm going away as we speak. It's mobile for me from here until next week and I may or may not be up to posting often, defintely still here though and like I said, maybe no noticeable change. Maybe.

Hogwarts; A new story

Mike grimaced, the effort he put into his homework was negligible, and he had spent as little time as possible on it. That said, he only had a chance to work on it when he had meals with his family, spending the rest of the summer among muggles, and his mother knew a bit about potions. She was subscribed to every wizarding magazine she could get her hands on; including The Practical Potioneer. It was kind of funny actually, a muggle was better at a wizarding class than he was. He wasn't complaining though, this way he was sure to get a better grade than if he'd scribbled the gibberish he'd planned on saying.

"S'pose it's alright." He admitted, looking away. "My mum bought some books for me, so I'll improve." That was an understatement, she was determined that they would bond over potions work now, so she'd went on a bit of a crusade and bought all kinds of guides and manuals for the subject. With any luck they would help, but he wasn't as keen on the bonding part as she was. Maybe that was to be expected though, she was a mum after all.

"What about you, Ollie?" he asked, deflecting the attention once again. Nicknames made life much easier, no matter how annoying they were to some he was unlikely to remember their names at all unless he gave them a nickname. "Trouble with your assignments?" He was pretty sure Oliver wasn't having any trouble, he was fairly talented as far as Mike knew.

@Classpet@The Elvenqueen

Hogwarts; A new story

Mike glanced out the window of the train, wondering if it was nice weather, but he couldn't see the sky from where he sat. Well, this was England and it wasn't raining, so it was probably nice weather. His eyes landed on Oliver again, trying to decide if he even wanted to talk about the weather. Again, this was the UK, if there was one thing British people loved to talk about it was the weather. Mike didn't feel the same though, he'd much rather talk about something interesting. Like Magic, Oliver wasn't too shabby with transfiguration, maybe he had some insight Mike didn't?

He didn't get to ask though, because someone else opened the door to the compartment. It was Melanie, a Slytherin he knew- and by her greeting, Oliver knew her too, or at least she knew Oliver. Mike had managed to snag her as a partner a few times in Potions, when Slytherin and Hufflepuff shared anyway, but no matter how closely he watched her work, he could never figure out what she did so well that he didn't. Her skill was just as nonsensical to him as the instructions themselves were.

He shrugged his acceptance, completely unbothered to share the compartment with her- not that he would have room to contest it. Oliver had welcomed her and Mike hadn't even asked if he could be here. He decided to use the distraction to his advantage, not answering Oliver's question and instead putting the spotlight on Melanie. "Nice summer?" He asked, pretending to have forgotten Oliver had asked him exactly the same just moments before and looking at Melanie so they knew who he was talking to.

His home issues were no one's business, especially the parts that made him feel guilty or angry. His father yelling at his mother came to mind, his mother's tearful hugs and an unknown man's back sneaking out of the house were close behind. That didn't mean he wanted to be rude though, better to pretend he was distracted than to tell his friend to shove off.