Karma police, arrest this girl

The black clouds overhead continued to sob on throughout the evening, casting dark shadows upon the grounds of Hogwarts that seemed to stretch on for miles, each drop as chilled as ice, and as sharp as the thorns upon a rose’s stem, against the skin of both Nerissa’s face and neck as she stood still against a chipping pillar, pressing her back flat to the tall thing, tilting her head upwards so that she could gaze up the pillar and stare at the ceiling that seemed so untouchable from where she stood, a small, meaningless nothing. A marble that had strayed from its owner’s pocket and now lay in the cracks of the rain-spotted floorboards, completely alone other than the company of the messenger owls that came and went, delivering letters as they had been ordered to by those who had purchased them.

It was quiet, save the sound of occasional squawks from the owls who felt they needed more attention than the rest, quiet, cold, and uncomfortable- but Nerissa was rid of the people on the floors below, whom she was so desperate to escape at times when she felt that she no longer understood the words the people she had once known spoke, or what she was suppose to do when pushed into one of their groups and asked to act like any other adolescent would by running about the castle, throwing her cares to the harsh winds that were currently sending shivers along her spine…

She held a small, white envelope and a piece of parchment in her fingertips that was continuously pulled about by her own owl, who seemed to think that she was finished writing the letter, despite the lack of ink upon the parchment, which was stained by the tears of the clouds above who seemed to care little for the damage they were doing to the wet clothing that now hung loosely from Nerissa’s frail shoulders, and the torn, dirtied sneakers upon her feet which had filled with water to the point just below her ankles, causing her socks to absorb the liquid like a sponge.

Most of the ink that Nerissa had wet her quill with had already begun to run from the tip, due to the water it was being mixed with, but she found that when she brought her knee upward, her foot pressed flat against the pillar, and her piece of parchment rested against her thigh-high black socks- she had pulled them up over the ends of her faded skinny jeans, which were the color of the murky water towards the bottom of the ocean when soaked to such an extent, having been a lighter shade before, when they had been dry- and scribble upon the paper, that she could still write upon it despite the amount of ink that had escape her pen and had run all over her hand.

Uncle Calvin, she began to write, her every letter made up of smooth, thick strokes, her penmanship very tidy but very small at the same time due to the hardship she faced of having to try and dodge the spots of water on her piece of parchment as she wrote, slowly dragging her pen along the surface of the paper, as if she was unable to think of the words she wished to write at any other pace than that of a car that had lost both of its back wheels.

I am writing to you from Hogwarts, which I’m sure is something that will not come as a surprise since I did not include you in the planning process when I had come up with the idea to run off to America… though I have a good feeling you have already found out about It some how, since that seems to be your forte due to your position at the Ministry...

A small, brown-feathered owl, rusted from the rain, jumped down from its perch up above Nerissa, only spreading its wings enough to allow it to glide downward towards her and land upon her shoulder, digging its talons into the drenched fabric of her hooded sweatshirt, which was now considered useless due to the water it had absorbed; every time Nerissa moved the upper half of her body, the fabric unleashed cold water down her back and over her shoulders, like a towel being rung out. "I told you, I am not finished yet," she spoke to her owl, which sat there, staring at the letter resting upon her leg as if it could actually read the letters scrawled across it.

So much effort put up to avoid the beings that marched about the castle’s hallways, chattering between each other.

Nerissa looked back towards her piece of paper, though she brought her hand upward to stroke her owl at the same time, hoping to retain some of the animal's warmth in the process, "What do we tell him? Hmmm? Give me some ideas, little guy, because I'm fresh out of them," she spoke quietly, her red hair falling over the sides of her soft face like the branches and leaves of a weeping willow.

Laughter filled the corridor of Hogwarts', ringing loud and clear over the others. Anelle Swenson had made a joke and, like always, was laughing along with her friends because she was just oh, so funny. People passed as they ventured onward to figure out where to go now that classes had ended for the day. Outside wasn't looking to beautiful, though part of the brunette found herself attracted to the prefection of a storm. Bidding her friends goodbye, she pretended not to hear them as they questioned as to where she was headed. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Anelle swayed her hips side to side as she turned the corner and disappeared. Slowing her pace, the Ravenclaw took a breath and walked towards the front entrance, pushing open the double doors and exiting onto the school grounds. Compared to sunny days, you could say that it was vacant of any and all activity besides one boy drawing the sky's activity. Being a fan of art and drawing herself, Anelle found herself smiling absentmindedly as she continued on her way. She didn't have much of an idea where she was headed, therefore the girl just walked straight and let her feet carry her where they pleased. Observing her surroundings, something many didn't know about her was that she found herself to be very in touch with her sight- though she did hate any type of plant. Shuddering at the thought itselfl, she was an odd being- very contradictory, to say the least.

Finding herself in front of the owerly, there weren't a lot of the times where she recieved letters and forgot to reply back. Her parents were the type to get quite frusterated if she did. Never the less, Anelle still started to climb the old, stone spiral case leading to where all of the owls would surely be coming and going. Not expecting anybody to be up writing a letter, when her eyes settled upon a red-headed girl she found herself slightly surprised. Half debating on turning around, Anelle decided against it after a moment of thought. Hadn't she just walked away from her friends to be outside and alone though? Shrugging to herself, she honestly didn't care for being alone too much. Company was something that the girl enjoyed, as attention was something the girl craved if she went without for too long- like a pregnant women and chocolate. "Hey." she called out casually, her head tilted to the side as she noticed that this wasn't a stranger- instead, a certain Nerissa Hatts from her house.

{sorry, it's not my best. but here it is!}

OOC: That's fine =)

The moment Nerissa had closed her mouth, her pale in color, large lips pressed tightly together, a greeting was heard from somewhere behind where she stood, leaning against her pillar-of-protection, Hey. It was a simple word, one that almost suggested that the female- despite the shortness of the word, Nerissa was able to tell at an instant that the speaker was a female by the light-as-air tone of voice that had been used to speak it- who had greeted Nerissa had no idea that their was a storm underway, and that they were probably witnessing- and both their clothes and hair were being punished by- the worst of it. The greeting also suggested that the speaker knew Nerissa, even if it were only vaguely, and that was what caught the drenched, distressed, redheaded female’s interest; she turned around slowly, moving her way around the pillar that so desperately needed another coating of paint, to face the person who had come to ruin her evening.

She had dark brown hair and a familiar face, along with a badge upon her newly purchased robes that Nerissa recognized to be the emblem of her own house- Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind. This female had been spotted by young Nerissa, speaking with the other, more outgoing Ravenclaws while in the common room, sitting near the fire. She had sat upon the sofa with the others around her in such a way that had made her appear as if she had had some sort of charm over them- some sort of enchantment over the minds of the bunch that forced them to stay by her side and laugh at her witty jokes.

“Hello,” Nerissa greeted her; whatever charm the female had had about her then seemed to have disappeared now that they were standing in the pouring rain, meaning she had either selected to switch it off, or someone had slipped Nerissa something that evening. People who thought they had power over others often did for that sole purpose, Nerissa had found, though she didn’t necessarily have a particular problem with those types of people- it was really just people in general that Nerissa had a problem with- she was more curious than anything to be completely honest.

Human interaction wasn’t completely avoidable- despite Nerissa’s wishes for it to be so.

“Anelle,” Nerissa stated, her voice rather unsteady due to the cold, which forced her body to shake violently as she stood there, the letter she had been writing to her beloved uncle held firmly in her hand, her owl digging trenches into the skin of her frail shoulder. She studied the female before her with her dead, mouse-like eyes for a moment longer, before turning sideways in a sweeping motion that looked quite similar to dancing as she made her way around her pillar, resting her back flat against it once more, “Where...”- Nerissa drew the water-stained piece of parchment closer to her face, rereading what she had already written, busying herself, as if it would clear her mind and allow her to finish the letter- “…I wonder, are those shadows of yours?” her words drifted slowly from her lips, each syllable sounding offbeat and not unlike the aliens she was always comparing the other humans around her to- as if it had been much too long since she had last spoken to someone other than her plants.

She was speaking of the other female’s followers- the ones with glitter in their eyes whenever they looked Anelle’s way, not unlike the way Nerissa’s own eyes had shone when she had first spotted the attention-seeking teenager.

It was contagious.