&&. k i c k i n g and [screaming]

[. x . Della Angelus]

^{It was completely dark and no one was out. Della was in her jeans and a black shirt. But right now she was in otherwise form. Her black wings flapped, black with green stripes. Her different form was something that stood out from Della. She was graceful and elegant, yet she was still alone, her heart empty and not in the hands of a lover. She entered the forbidden forest and went deep beneath it's depths. Once not a soul could see her, she shifted. Her body slim and regular. Della removed her wand from her back pocket and practiced some. Then the killing curse came to her lips. She hadn't spoken it yet, instead she returned her wand to her back pocket and sighed. Transforming again, she fluttered up a tree, landed on a high limb and changed back. There was Della, sitting up in a tree, feet swinging happily.}

[Alice Cullen]

C o n o r



The high dark tree's of the forbidden forest rose up sheer and dark like a great and powerful stone monolith. There was a certain etheral quality to them, a mystery as though they were alive, just standing there, waiting until all the students were in bad to sleep. But that couldn't happen, affter all, they were just tree's, right?

Conor approached the tree;s at a quich walk and carried on into their cover without a pause, his dirty blondehair bobbed through the tree's like a bacon but soon event hat was swallowed up inthe darkness. He knew exaclt where hewas headed with the little bottle in his jacket pocket. A hollow about 5 minutes walk in. The perfect place. He kept on walking without a falter in his step. He knew where he was going.

He kept on going, several times he half thought he heard a fluttering inthe treeetops, like that of a moth or a large butterfly, but it couldn't be, nothere, not a this time of the night. For one wild moment he thought someone behind him was whispering curses but he dismissed it again, that was paranioa. Coming to the ollow he headed straigt for his favourite perch in amongst the mossy roots of an old beech tree.

Settlong himself down eh took the little bottle of vodka out of his pockets, some times muggle contacts were useful, and unscrewed it, drinking it carefully he enjoyed the feeling as it burned the back of his throat. He lent moredeeply into the tree, feeling the rough bark press against his bones even through a jacket. He took another gulp of the clear liquid relishing int eh burning feeling again and looking about the empty clearing.

He liked the deserted feeling of the forest at night, not another student for at least half a mile, tucked up and protected as they all were, up in their warm beds. The things they missed out on but for the cold, and the lonely icy pleasure of drinking in the forest.

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[. x . Della Angelus]

^{Sitting up in the tree was relaxing and Della knew it. She scooted towards the tree trunk and rested her back on the tree, one leg crossed over the other. She heard noises and her eyes opened and looked down. A figure, boy actually. She sighed, knowing she wasn't alone. Resting back up against the tree, she mused. She could hear in the distance. Della finally gave up and shifted into her butterfly form. She fluttered to him and rested upon his perch. Watching him silently. He was in veiw, doing somethings Della couldn't make out. Her wings spread and she sat, contently.}

[Alice Cullen]

c o n o r

A quiet rusting can be enough to set anyone on edge, esspecially in a dark and forbiddon forest. More than enough to frighten in the day light it can leave the receiver frozen with fear and terror by night. Unless the receiver is heading quickly towards being blind drunk, then it is a different matter. Conor was one such receiver.

The tree's eemed to be rusting right above his head and he mused, that could surely notbe possible after all, there were no leaves for a goof few meters, not on a beech, He knew his aboriculture well and Beech tres were brachless for a long way up. so how was there rustling? He knew there was no Iv, chocking the tree's life away, that was why he had picked it. He took another mouthful of vodka, swallowing it and feeling the pleasent burning. Finallyit occured to him to look.

Twisting in the hollow he looked up behind him, he half thought he could make o0uot the shape of a butterfly, or perhaps a moth, but it couldn;t be. Could it? He had never seen a creature so delicate and beautiful in the forest before and after all he only thought that was what he could see. He had no proof. Turning back he settled himself more comfortably knocking back the vodka. He was imagninging it. Definalty just imagining it. Halucinating now are we? he chuckled to himself.[/right][/font]

[. x . Della Angelus]

<sup>Della smiled at him. She loved being able to know people. Though it did make her sound like a stalker. When he was wasn't looking, she changed and saw on the branch above.

When he wasn't looking, Della gently moved to his level. Smiling, she watched quietly. Conor Rawling, sixth year, hufflepuff as herself. He was very decent. She smiled and played with her hair some before waving. "Evening."</sup>

[Alice Cullen]

c o n o r

Some people are inobservant, others are not. Some people just need time to think. But isually they make observations in the end. Peoples perceptions can be changed, often slowed up by alchohol or increased by drugs. But more often than not it is a lack of sleep that dulls the senses of students.

A quiet noise made Conor jump, his senses were still easonably up to speed, or so he thought, he did not see the girl until she spoke and he was able to focus on her. "evening" he said vaugly, trying to decide which one of her he should focus on. Settling for the left hand one. Then, holding up the vodka bottle, he muttered "Drink? He smiled widely about her enjoying the feeling of the alchohol singing through his veins, making everything possible. He was suddenly aware how very pretty she was.

Trying not to blush too much and thanking the dark he pulled his legs up infront of him and curled up a bit. The mood shone down through the tree;s fappling the scene with it;s silvery light, just like somthing from a film or a soppy book he mused. He smiled again at the beautiful girl with no name.[/font][/right]

[. x . Della Angelus]

<sup>Della smiled then offered her hand. "I'm Della, Della Angelus." She blushed some but it wasn't noticeable. Della flashed her ocean blue eyes and yawned slightly. He was truely handsome. Della wondered what David was doing, actually scratch that, she didn't. He offered something to her. "No thanks." A grin took place after those words as she followed his gaze.


Della gazed in other places then returned to his features. Her eyes closed revealing white eyeshadow. Her lips covered in a dark red shade. Della was beautiful, no doubt.</sup>

[Alice Cullen]

c o n o r

Drink is one thing that can blur the senses, It can make people say things that they dont mean. Things that they later regret. But it can also make them be more truthful, admit to things and tell people things that they might not otherwise have had the courage to say. This is how it can be both a positive and a negative at the same time. Because you never know which one you're going to get.

The girl blinked and Conor was taken away to a most wonderful place in his imagination, Della, Della Angelus[/b] It sounded like an angel. Angelus... Conor dragged himself back to the presenst taking another deliberate mouthful of Vodka to give him courage. Suddenly he realised that he had not given her his name. How had that happened?

"I'm conor." he muttered, giving her a lop-sided grin, Conor Rawling. You're in my house aren't you? he tried to focuson her nad the two images nfront of him somehow superimposed into one although it was still slightly hazy. He took another mouthfull of vodka.He half considered telling her she was very pretty but he wasn't too sure, the tree might after all be listening to him.

He let his eyes flicker around the place but all they could do was focus on her. His beacon in the darkness.[/right][/font][/size]

[. x . Della Angelus]

<sup>Della ran he fingers through her hair when he spoke. A nod was given with a short answer, "Mhmm." Della said as she opened her once closed eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered as she popped her lips. Bored, she scooted closer to Conor and swung her feet. "Lovely out here." Della smirked. Risk boy, risky girl, what more could you ask for. Della smiled at him as she hummed silently.

Della, being content as she was, closed her eyes once more. Her frame still and eyes motionless. All she heard was voices in her head. Della still hadn't forgotten Dominck but it would be easy too.</sup>

[Alice Cullen]

c o n o r

Evening is one of the best times of day. A time of relaxation and peace, a time to sit quietly and reflec on the day gone past. More often than not it can also be a time of torture. Goodbyes as friends go home for the night, turning to the horrible resolutions that sleep and aloneness must soon come. But evening is still special anyway.

The girl made an obervation. And conor considered it over another mouthful of drink. His senses were befuddled slightly but he didn't really mind. He suddenly realised that what she had said required an answer. He thought hard about what to say, such a smple question, so difficult too answer. "Yeah, he murmered "yeah it is, isn't it? he finished vaugly.

He was suddenly aware of the closeness of their bodies and where they were, he took another sip of vodka, endless possibilities in him mind flew up and vanished in an instant. He would let the night play out as it happened. "Your very nice you know." He had an inkling that what he had just said was fairly at random but he didn't mind. Vodka had brought down a smog over his brain an now all he wanted to do was speread the love. "Hug? he said brightly, gfeeling a lopsided lazy grin spread across his face.[/font][/right]