Halfblood in the Corner (open to anyone)

[rwood89]

Cassandra was sitting in her favorite chair in the common room. It was located in the back corner and was surrounded by darkness except for the light that she used for reading. That light came from a little lamp on a table next to her. Like always she was reading her potions book and studying that a bit. She turned the page and then peered over the top of her book and looked around the room to see who was there.

When she first got here she was placed in slytherin by the sorting hat. It had confused her since she was not a pureblood and her father always told her that purebloods were in slytherin. Her father was in ravenclaw and she assumed that what she would be. However the sorting hat screamed Slytherin and off she went. It was a secret to most that she wasn't a pureblood and she tried to keep it quiet since she knew they could be cruel. As far as she knew only a handful of profressors knew about her blood status and that was the head of the Slytherin House and a few Ravenclaws. She only told the head of house because when her parents seperated she was scared of what could happen.

After her quick look around she looked back down at her book. Her new kitten was sitting at her feet and curled up while it was asleep. Cassandra went back to reading and focused on the potion in the book in front of her. Due to her blood status she did feel isolated since if she got too close to anyone they might find out and then tell everyone. As she sat there she turned the page of the book and jsut focused on that.

[josh]

The Slytherin common room was almost completely empty at this time of night. Only a few had the courage to stay up this late, what with classes tomorrow. There were some people littered around the room, working on last minute homework. There were some people playing Gobstones or Chess in the corner of the room. Someone was trying to build a card house with a deck of Exploding Snap cards and every now and then a small explosion would resound across the common room. Remy was sitting on the floor in front of the fire. He had been sitting in the armchair behind him all evening, reading his homework assignment, but he had slipped to the floor about an hour ago. While he was supposed to be doing his homework, he had abandoned that about an hour ago in favor of a new project: poking an origami bird with his wand and trying to charm it to fly around the room. He didn’t actually know a spell to make it fly without supervision so he was improvising and practicing his non-verbal magic at the same time. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going so well, as the bird kept bursting into flame.

“Aguamenti,” he said for about the fifth time. He levitated the soggy cinders into the fire and shook the drops of water from his hands. Pulling his History of Magic book from the chair behind him, he threw it to the floor and took its place in the chair, sinking into the soft upholstery. Closing his eyes as he sat, he sighed to himself. He hadn’t been sleeping well these past few nights. He had much too much on his plate. “I should go to bed,” he muttered to himself. However, instead of rising, he pulled another piece of parchment from his bag. Tapping it with his wand, it twisted itself until another origami bird was sitting in his palm. “Hmmm,” he thought. “I can make a bird out of paper without a spell but I can’t make it stand up and fly away. Just great.” Then, suddenly struck by inspiration, he let the bird drop to the floor and, with a simple swish and a flick of his wand, the bird “flew” into the air. Remy led it around the room with his wand, trying his best to keep his creation from disturbing the other inhabitants of the common room.

The spell was working rather well. Remy led the bird around with his wand, as if an invisible tether connected it to the magical device. He gave another flick of his wand and the bird accidentally flew straight into a girl sitting in the corner. Immediately, he stood to his feet and made his way over to her. Sure, he could have simply Summoned the bird back but that wouldn’t be an apology for hitting her in the first place. And he was nothing if not polite. Plus, he needed another reason to ignore his homework. Once he was standing right in front of her, he spoke. “I’m sorry about that. Hope it didn’t cause any damage.” That was rather unlikely, since it was just a piece of paper. But it didn’t hurt to check.

[rwood89]

Every time she looked up from her book the room looked less and less crowded and she assumed everyone was going to bed or just retreating to thier room to actually get homework done. All of her homework was done so this was her relaxing time. She felt silly reading the potions book in her relaxing time. Maybe it was time for an actual hobby. She could pick up chess or actually socialize with more people in her house. Flying wasnt her strong suit so she probably shouldnt look at quidditage, After a bit she sighed and closed her book. Midnight was approaching and sleep is needed but again Cassandra wasnt tired. It was happeing more frequently that she just wasnt tired at night and stayed awake. Then the next day her mornings would be fine but her afternoon classes were harder to stay awake in.

Luckily her grades were fine and most of her classes were in the morning and in the afternoon her classes were simple. She reached down and picked up her sleeping cat to put him on her lap. Her father bought her the cat last time she was home as a gift. She thought he did it as like a bribe to like him, which was completely unnecessary since she loved her father, but he was her only parent now. Maybe he was easing the pain of her mother leaving? She didnt know but she loved this cat. All that was left was a name for the poor thing. The cat yawned and jumped down from her lap before heading up to her dorm room to sleep in his bed.

This left Cassandra alone with the few people left in the common room. But as she was sitting there she looked up just in time to see a paper bird flying at her. Obviously it didnt hurt since it was just paper, it was more annoying. She picked the bird up and looked at the guy who was coming over to apologize. "its alright... its just paper." She said and handed him the bird back. "No damage done."