Loitering

[Lucretia Morden]

For the first time that day, the heavy grey clouds had finally lifted from the late afternoon sky. Now, the sky was a deep blue, streaked with orange, wispy clouds which drifted peacefully to the west. Students were beginning to shuffle back inside, retiring to their dormitories or heading to the great hall to see what was being served for dinner. The commotion of the day had finally settled down, leaving a blissful, peaceful atmosphere among the grounds of Hogwarts.

Lucretia shifted on her feet, folding her skinny, freckled arms together and leaning against one of the courtyard walls. Her face was pale and emotionless, resembling that of a corpse. Several students ambled past, pointing at Lucretia and whispering to each other in a less than subtly. Their manners, it seemed, left a lot to be desired. The Slytherin's face did not even flicker. She wasn't upset. If anything, she was glad she hadn't tried to make friends yet. Who would want to befriend any of these losers? Half of them didn't even belong in this school. Her expression finally slid into a smirk as one of the girls, who had not been looking where she was going on account of the fact she had been staring at Lucretia, consequently tripped over her robe and stumbled embarrassingly. Luc shifted again, the cold, damp stone seeping through her new robes. Her Mother would have been furious at the state of them, but quite frankly, Lucretia couldn't care less. She tucked a strand of her silky black hair behind her ear and readied herself to go back inside. Unfortunately, it seemed she had company.

 

[Saffron Ironsong]

Saffron Ironsong had made a name for herself already as the brain box of Slytherin. She didn't really care about the whispering behind her back about the massive amount of nerd that she seemed to give off because she knew that not one of them were brave enough to say anything to her face. Though Saffron was a first year and still lacked in the magic department but the flash if irritation in her odd hawk like eyes was enough to make anyone back off. Saffron decided that it was time to get some much needed vitamin D but didn't want to go too far outside of the castle. With her History of Magic book under her arm and her parchment she want into the court yard. She leyed out her book and parchment on the ground over a blanket and leyed on her stomach to start on her newest essay. She had to remain perfect if she was to some day see home again.

Her forest green hair dripped onto the pages of her school text while her other hand wrote down the first draft of what she hoped would gain her at least ten extra points than the work was worth. Silently and efficiently she worked up until she heard a girl hit the ground hard. Saffron gave a small sniff if irritation then returned to her book wondering if adding the bit about Sarah Good would be too much or just enough to push her at the top of the class yet again. She stopped the scratching of her quill once more when her light was blocked by someone. "Do you need help with something?" She asked not even bothering to look up at the person.

 

[Lucretia Morden]

Lucretia had to quickly regain her balance as she narrowly avoided tripping over a fellow Slytherin, who appeared to be studying whilst laying down on the ground. Lucretia's eyebrows tilted into a puzzled frown. Though she didn't particularly like the idea of interacting with other students, she had been asked a question, and to ignore the girl would have been rude. "Nothing that concerns you," she said in a hostile tone of voice, trying to figure out whether the girl on the ground was someone to be avoided or not. After all, everybody was out for themselves in this world. If you didn't trust anyone, you never got hurt.

Lucretia shifted on her feet, folding her boney arms and leaning back against the cold wall. It was getting a little chilly now, but the cold didn't really bother the young Slytherin. In fact, she found it rather enhanced her senses. Apparently, the girl on the floor also felt this way, as she was writing some kind of essay with only a blanket between her and the damp stone ground. "I'm surprised you're not in Ravenclaw," Lucretia scoffed, smirking for a moment before she realised that the girl probably heard this a lot, and her comment would be water off a ducks feathers. Not that she had meant anything unkind by it in the first place - she was simply judging whether or not she liked the girl. "Aren't you cold?" She asked, hoping this genuine question would make up for her earlier impolite tones.

 

[Saffron Ironsong]

Hostility and rudeness didn't have the slightest effect on the green haired girl because honestly she couldn't care less. That and most social ques seemed to fly over the girl's head. "Then it would be a good idea to get out of my light." She said in a drone that told nothing of what she could be feeling other than maybe being a bit bored. Saffron was happy when the girl's shadow shifted from the light of the dim sun then continued to write. "It would have made little difference to me whether or not I had made Ravenclaw or not. The labels here are a tad illogical in my book." was her simple reply. Saffron dipped her quill into the ink pot and started again on a new paragraph. Her writing was neat and small making it seem like she was writing Professor Spencer a novel rather than a simple report on a figure of the Salem Witch Trials.

At last Saffron looked up when she heard the girl ask if she was cold. Black haired and seeming a bit on the stereotypical side of a Slytherin. "My Death school cloak provides more than enough protection from the cold thank you for asking through." she replied then rolled back into place, flipping the page to the History of Magic text which had highlighter marks all over it. Barely a couple of weeks into the school year and the book looked like it had seen the roughest use. The cloak in question was the one she wearing, black with a silver skull embodered in the middle of her back. It had been designed to withstand arctic storms, this was perfectly crisp to Saffron.