Home, Sweet Home

Keith was back, and just in time for graduation too.

The Ravenclaw common room smelled like parchment and dried ink, like magical trees and maybe the tiniest bit of candle smoke. It was a welcome departure from his Grandmothers elaborate, nearly ruined estate, which smelled of moths and blast-end skrewts and sheep.

Oh, Keith hated the smell of sheep. It was good to be back.

"I've returned!" He announced triumphantly to the common room, unceremoniously dumping a first year out of his favorite leather chair and reclaiming his rightful seat. The old chair greeted him like he had never left, and Keith sighed a contented sigh as the first year got used to the cold and unforgiving floor. Keith suppressed a cackle. "But where are all the interesting people?" He asked the assembled first and second years. "All I see are a bunch of little future test subjects. Run along now."

Wally had no particular interest in waking up that morning. She lied in bed for more time than necessary, simply staring at the top of her four-poster bed, feeling rather indifferent to the state of affairs happening all around in the castle. Everyone seemed to thrilled with graduation and Wally could not muster up the energy to even pretend that she cared who was graduating, or what time the ceremony began, or what everyone would be wearing.

If it was put in simplest terms, she had no more exams, and no social life, so there was not much for her to do.

She would continue selling, but she was certain she had worked her clients too much. She needed to give them some time to burn through their product. She really would lie in bed all day if she could, but she was getting a leg cramp.

She quickly dressed and made herself somewhat presentable, deciding she could go the library, check out some books in her favorite first year's name, and take them home never to be returned. 

She she walked into the common room, she found a familiar face. Keith had not been around for some time. This time it was he who had disappeared without warning. And she was a bit cross, though she knew she shouldn't be.

"Welcome back," she said dully, her voice a bit pointed as she pushed past him. If he had wanted a cordial greeting, he should have stuck around.

((Wally needs some angst. I'm always business with her, so let's see how this turns out.))

"Yes," Keith said, as Wally descended down the stair case that lead to the girls dorm. "Wally. Just the kind of person I wanted to see." He grinned and motioned towards the couch across from him. "We've got some catching up to do, so I wast thinking we'd-"

"Welcome back," Wally said, pushing past him.

Keith paused.

"Wally?" He hopped up in the seat, turning so that his head poked over the high backed chair. Wally was making her way towards the door, apparently uninterested in further conversation.

"Wally. Yo," he said, scrambling over the back of the seat and falling haphazardly to the floor. He jumped up and brushed himself off, putting a hand on one of her shoulders. "Wally. You good?" He asked, doing the best to keep the confusion out of his voice and mostly failing. None of the drive (or at the very least, stubbornly business-like demeanor) that usually defined Wally was present in her movements now, something Keith had never seen before.

He called her name but she continued on, walking across the common room and towards the door. She could hear him fall as he continued to use that obnoxious slang of his that she had always thought so cool, but she continued on. Her hand was on the door and she pulled it open as she felt his hand grip her shoulder, pulling her back with her voice.

She turned in the open doorway to face him. Her eyebrows were low, her eyes dull, her lips pursed. To put it simply, she did not seem very happy to see him back. She raised one eyebrow at him and sucked on her teeth a second before saying. "Yeah. I'm good." She turned and continued out of the common room.

"You've got to be kidding me," Keith muttered to himself as Wally pushed open the door the common room and vanished into the staircase that lead up to Ravenclaw Tower.

"Women, huh?" One of the first years, laying on his stomach on the sofa said.

"Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em," another first year said, shaking his head. They bumped fists and gave Kent looks that looked dangerously close to pity.

Keith scowled and shot them both the bird before following Wally out the door and down the stairs. "Wally!" He called out, taking the stairs two at a time and finally managing to catch up with the girl at the bottom of them.

"Wally, seriously," he said, cutting in front of her and fixing her with a stare. "What's up. Is it Death Eaters? A Basilisk? Dementors? Escaped Prisoners? Evil Ministry officials? Vampires? Werewolves? Werepires? Vamwolves? Nothing good on the radio? Talk to me, Abercrombie and Fitch."

Wally didn't know where to go. The whole castle was pretty much cleared out in the excitement of the graduation ceremony, so no business could be done. She supposed the library was the place to go. She would love some potions books to go onto her bookshelves at home. She could spend the summer brewing... brewing something. Maybe she could sell harder-to-brew potions at a price under retail price. Something to keep her busy.

She was hoping she could get to the library so Keith could forget about her and she could forget about him. She was almost down the staircase all the way when she heard his voice. She picked her her pace, but soon he was before her.

She glared. "Nothing. I'm chipper. Couldn't be happier. Now let me go."

Ray Ignazia walked desolately along the corridors of the now empty castle, heading to his primordial destination, where he would apparently 'crash'. The Ravenclaw Tower. Made in honor to Rowena Ravenclaw, possibly the wisest of them all. The tower was located in the west side of the castle, and was one of the-if not the biggest- towers in the castle. Even though he had already spent three whole years sleeping in that tower, he still found it magically fascinating, apart from the residents in it. He couldn't care less for any of those. Neither did they care about him, anyways. After all, he was always that weird kid, the one whom no one wanted to mess with, or even talk to. It didn't help that he rarely smiled. He tugged slightly at his t-shirt, making the cloth hug his...lightly built body better. Not that he cared for looks, it was just all about how it made him feel more comfortable. He ignored the merry ghosts passing by, and walked up to the tower's spiral staircase, only to see two students hanging out there, one of them apparently in front of an angry female.

Just his luck. Ray recognized one of the two- He was their prefect, and in the same year as Ray. Ray hadn't really known the other one, but she had been around class. Maybe. Ray had probably just seen her walk by a billion times, but he hadn't cared enough to get to know about her. Then again, he rarely cared about anything apart from his goal. Ray stopped in his tracks, his thought processes running parallel lines of what could possibly happen if he decided to socialize with said individuals. Maybe it would be better if he decided to get himself acquainted to them. After all, a little camaraderie with the Prefect could never hurt him, could it? Shaking that thought, Ray walked up to them, his face still devoid of any emotion as he passed his eyes over them. "Is there anything I can assist any of you with?", asked he, his voice flat and just barely enthusiastic. He also held up a hand in greeting, deciding it was proper to introduce himself. "I'm Ray Ignazia, by the way."


(I hope it's okay, but I need to start rping, and I didn't see a more recent topic. Also, the colors are a little messed up, sorry >.<)

It seemed he was going to do what she wanted him to do, or what she thought she wanted him to do - leave. Part of her just wanted to see him turn around, but another part of her thought she might be deeply insulted if he really turned his back on her. He was moving out of her way, but part of her hoped he would stick to his oh-so Keith attitude and persist. 

And the other part of her wanted him to piss off already.

She went to move out of the way when another boy joined the fray, eliciting an aggravated response from Keith. And in that moment, some strange force overtook Wally that caused her to act out in the most extreme way she knew possible.

"He was getting over here," Wally said, striding towards the stranger in two steps. She grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and pressed her mouth against his.

(Yep, sorry about that. Wally's feeling the need to make a point, and Ray is too convenient. If you think the slight godmode is too much, I can edit.))