dreary november -- open!

[CLAIRE ROSE AVERY]

November had to be Claire's least favourite month of the year, she was positive. Not only was it disgusting and raining all the time, but it was tantilizingly close to winter, and it had her counting the days till the snow finally fell. She loved snow; despite the need to wear heavy clothing and all that, snow and winter were some of her favourite things, especially since they were practically tied with Christmas. Oh, how she loved Christmas, and candycanes, and presents, and all things Christmas-y......except for the whole 'spending time with family' thing. Claire Avery loved her family very much, but at the same time, she could never stand to be around them for long periods of time. Her mother, Serena, always took each opportunity to point out things that Claire should be improving about herself, despite the fact that Claire never really listened to her. Then there was her insufferably 'sweet' sister, Marissa; Claire simply did not understand how she and the girl were even related. Marissa was all sweet and kind and just......cute, while Claire had a little more of an edge to her. Plus, it did not help their relationship at all that she thought her sister was one big fat liar.

Really, the only person she ever got along with. But today, that was not the case. Claire glared at the thin air in front of her as she walked towards the common room, remembering her last encounter with Damian. She still firmly believed that what happened was not her fault; all she did was make a small innocent comment on his girlfriend –now ex-girlfriend, she reminded herself. Well, maybe subtly calling the girl a slut right in front of her wasn’t such an innocent thing to do. But still, Claire had no idea why Damian blew up the way he did! It wasn’t like she made him agree with her; that was his own doing, and really, the main reason Nancy, or whatever her name was, broke up with him. But what puzzled her even more was the fact that Damian cared at all. Claire knew her brother very very well, and she knew he didn’t really care for this Nancy girl much. The fact was that ever since he graduated last year, Damian had been acting strangely out of character. Claire was confused –and slightly concerned- but it was still not enough to overcome her annoyance. After all, she did go to the trouble of going all the way to Hogsmeade just to see him and his pretty little doll. So maybe it was her idea; still, she made the effort to go there!

Claire sighed, before muttering the password to the Slytherin common room, and entering. She briefly scanned the room, and was quite pleased to see that it was relatively empty –save for the three second years sitting in the corner. She glanced at her watch, realising that it was dinner time. Well, that gave her at most a good hour to relax before the common room became crowded again. She walked over to a seat near the fireplace, sat, then fetched her notebook and a quill. She folded her legs underneath her, and began to think. It had been a while since Claire had written anything good, and that simply couldn’t be. However, after five minutes, she found herself out of muse, and instead resorted to flipping through the papers, reading old lyrics, stories, and poems she had written before. This really was a dreary evening.

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MUSE:[/color] Grenade - Bruno Mars
CLOTHING:[/color] url?
NOTES:[/color] uhhh....nothing haha
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[Carter Lange Lestat]

November was worse than December, by far. Not only did November offer nothing in compensation for its bitterness against autumn, but the fact that it was bitter against autumn seemed to impact the functioning of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Carter had spent much time observing the common attitudes of the school’s inhabitants and when November rolled around, the excitement of Halloween quickly died and was replaced with anxiety towards exams and irritation towards the rapidly dying temperature. Although snow had yet to grace the grounds, the Black Lake’s surface was slowly freezing over to trap the giant squid beneath its surface. Before you knew it, those who were cheerful about winter would gradually dare to sake upon the thick ice, forever taunting the giant squid of their mirth and merriment. As for Carter, he much preferred to admire the winter rather than trudge through it. The air he could handle, but the gusts of icy wind that bit your cheeks were enough to make even his calm demeanour edge slightly. Care of Magical Creatures was proving to be much more trouble than it was worth, and Carter instantly regretted believing in his abilities to endure the lessons. Not only did he feel as if he has just thawed from a block of ice, but he now obtained a fresh whelping burn on his palm which had been surreptitiously obtained through a sneaky little Blast-Ended Skrewt. Damn those things to hell, he thought bitterly to himself as the throbbing seemed to decrease and become replaced with a common sting.

It was certainly not a pleasant sight, but he hid it well beneath his glove and pretended not to be handicapped in his left hand. Unfortunately for him, that was his dominant hand and therefore gave him issues with writing. He could very well take a trip to the Hospital Wing, but that simply seemed like way too much effort than it was worth. Besides, he could probably fix it up himself. And so he trudged through the wind and into the Entrance Hall where he promptly turned towards the entrance to the dungeons and into the lair of the snakes. He had half expected it to be completely empty, given the fact that dinner was in commencement and everybody was always famished around this time of the day. There was a small group of chattering younger students who barely noticed his entrance, which was pleasantly expected. One other Slytherin lingered towards the black leather couches, seemingly immersed in her own doings. While he could consider himself not quite the sociable type, he could easily familiarize himself as having seen her on countless occasions. Claire Avery, a blonde wonder to say the least, yet nobody was close to dating her as they were to passing their potion’s exam- or so he heard. Carter generally felt it unlikely that he should associate himself so freely with everyone. His encounter with Pansy Parkinson was certainly something he had not expected, yet it was not altogether unwanted. Now that he had an inside acquaintance in the elite that deemed themselves worthy of crowns, he could use a few commoners.

Still, he dumped his bag down and generally ignored everyone in sight. He unraveled his scarf and stuffed it into his bag, meaning to take it all back upstairs where it belonged. Just as he was about to pluck his mittens off, a sudden movement caught his eye. Right above the blonde girl was a delicate little creature dancing on a thin, invisible string. All eight of its legs were twitching as it continued to lower itself. At first, Carter wondered just how amusing it would be to watch a girl like this freak out over a spider. There were some people who were extremely frightened of such creatures and would not appreciate such mirth of another. Instead, he decided against the embarrassment of this darling. He walked forward and extended his hand above her head. “Pardon me,” he said politely, gathering the spider lightly in his hand and pulling it free of its string. Stepping back, he allowed the creature to explore the blackness of his mitten. “Didn’t want this little bugger in your hair, would you?” he said absently, smiling politely. There were no windows in the dungeons so he contemplated freeing the sucker in the corridor or simply squishing it and ending whatever misery that might befall it.

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