`` exchanging thoughts with clouds . . . [open]

[quinn bernard grey]

`` Mr. Q. B. Grey_______________

The early afternoon sun broke through the thin covering of sluggish clouds that occupied the vast majority of the spring skies, a recurrence of the warmth that had been seen a few weeks previously that threatened the lingering snows into repentance of their sins as they found themselves in the last days of their existence. Whilst the sun remained out, the temperature was amicable enough for shift sleeves, but coupled with the fast moving clouds and shadows racing across the grounds below the day did not quite merit the shorts and t-shirts that most seemed to be adorning themselves in – but, to give them their credit, Scotland did see very little sun so this remained some of the few days that such attire was even approaching appropriate. Quinn however remained stubbornly in his long jeans, two layered tees and an open hoodie, not even finding it necessary to switch out his heavy black boots for less cumbersome shoes – temperature, unless in a little more exaggerated extremes than this, didn’t seem to affect him that much.

He squinted his blue eyes upwards, through the branches of the Whomping Willow, whose dappled shadow he was residing in – though sitting on the very edge of the tree’s reach radius with his toes perched precariously on the edge of the circle that he knew it could reach with its longest branches, as if taunting an angry dog on a chain, just out of its reach. The raised bank was ample spot though, the dappling of the shadows cast by the huge tree’s branches distorted people’s ability to identify him as sitting there, the steep slope behind him also keeping unwanted attention from him as well as preventing sneak attacks from behind; not to mention that the close proximity that he was keeping to the tree afforded its own privacy, students tending to steer clear of the tree. Just as well really, Quinn wasn’t exactly keen on sharing his procured bottle of firewhiskey with anyone, or being ratted out either.

He knocked back another mouthful, grimacing at the taste a little as usual – wondering if anyone truly got over the burning sensation that was produced in their mouth and right down their throats – pulling his knees up towards his chest and resting his arms loosely about his knees, bottle held loosely in his grip. He picked up another stone with his free hand, as he had been doing out of boredom and threw it into the air, drawing his wand quickly and, in a motion like a lazy tennis serve, hurled the stone towards the tree, chuckling lightly to himself at the shivering and thrashing response he gleaned – although half of the spirit’s bottle was empty, and this did contribute to how amusing he found the situation, the futility of the tree straining to reach him each time would have amused him regardless.

STATUS;; done.
WORDS;; four-seven-eight.
NOTES;; blah, bored.
MUSIC;; from yesterday - thirty seconds to mars.
OUTFIT;; [x].
TAGGS;; open.

[astoriamalfoy]

Astoria was starting to feel suffocated in that large office of hers, she couldn't really explain the appeal of sitting in here all day for the other teachers. Maybe it were the lack of fresh air, although it was under a question of whether she was merely getting restless. She hadn't been home to spend to much time with her husband, having been enduring those times of paperwork. Soon drifting of to sleep and being disturbed by her golden retriever, Annie who licked her leg playfully. Protesting kindly she stood and walked into the adjoining room she had the castle add, something that would be a just in case. Mainly when she needed a nap, or if her husband thought to divorce her, often having to remind herself that wasn't true. She only wished she had more time and placing her pen down in thoughts of second guessing, standing while she ran a hand though her hair. Stressed she checked the drawer and found that the amulet was left at home she closed the drawer again. Moving to slide on a shawl to combat the chilly air, sliding on her shoes and head out into the hallway.

Holding the leash only loosely she was glad to see that a group of first years eagerly wanted to take the dog for the day. Letting them take her she instructed them to keep her as long as they wished, meaning to find them when the time came. Thinking only to walk out into the courtyard with a dreaming look in her eyes, wondering whether or not it was best to not pay attention so close to was not the best line of action. Smiling briefly when she realized she was a little way of but still kept in her mind, it was her own over reaction to think her husband would jump to such a conclusion. He wouldn't do that unless she hadn't been home in months, at least she made some attempt to come home some nights. Wondering how he would take the addition of that room onto her office, somewhere to get some rest during a lunch hour or merely a place of refuge for a student after a good cry. Filled with a wardrobe that adjoined to the one at home but gave no ability to enter the house through it, so really it wasn't like she had been to lavish with the design. Astoria reminded herself that it was just a transition, that when she first started her own business the same problem arose, with her thinking the same thing before. Which was when she smiled, "Everything is going to be fine, what are you-" Her silent out-loud pep talk was bought to a close so quickly, when she noticed the boy so close to the whomping willow. Raising her wand muttering the curse to stop the tree from moving, with an almost frantic beat to her heart she advanced forward as quickly as she could.

Pausing when she met him she couldn't help but stare incredulously glancing down at the half-empty bottle of firewhiskey. Shaking her head she started by kneeling down to meet his line of sight, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be so close to the whomping willow you could get injured." Holding out her hand calmly, trying to catch his gaze, "Give that to me please, that isn't healthy." Feeling a little hypocritical with that statement she just gave she only hoped he wouldn't put up any sort of struggle. Keeping a calm yet stern face plastered across her current expression.

W O R D S;; XD
T A G;; Quinn Grey
OUTFIT;; CLICK THIS
N O T E S;; hope it's alright XD
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[quinn bernard grey]

`` Mr. Q. B. Grey_______________

He watched with marked curiosity as the tree suddenly became still as any of its cohorts, branches and leaves merely dancing in the light breeze that tickled its heights with no signs of the previous wrath that had been being demonstrated. His blue eyes darted to the trunk and all around the base, perhaps it had hit something that it thought was the source of its annoyance and had returned to peace, satisfied; but the fell on nothing, causing a furrowing of his brow and a lazily, cautionary glance around – though owing to his somewhat slow focussing caught neither hide nor hair of anyone in his immediate vicinity. He shrugged his shoulders a little, testing for unnoticed cramps in the muscles, and cracked his neck to each side before slumping back a little, free hand propping him up and head lulling to the side comfortably as his mind once again was allowed to wander.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't be so close to the Whomping Willow you could get injured.." A pause, “ Give that to me please, that isn't healthy. ”

The furrow returned to his brow, quickly replaced by a raised eyebrow as he rounded his gaze upon the staff member who stood before him with hand outstretched as if expecting easy submission to her pertinent request – or perhaps more correctly referred to as statement, given it appeared that she expected only one outcome – to the most impertinent youth. Responding first to her warning, a knowing smirk appeared on his face as he shook his head lightly, as if dismissing a child who had said something foolish yet not wanting to offend their feelings (though in such a context it appeared much more condescending, and meaningfully so), “I don’t think so... see, I’ve been at this school a wonderful six long years and know, through tests – much more extensive than my school work – that this tree’s reach ends,” he flicked the wand which still resided in his hand and drew a short line across the grass where his toes had previously been, “there.” His look became matter of fact, as if questioning why, before offering her advice she hadn’t know that, a self-satisfied smile on his face that told of his level of inebriation (such exaggerated expression very rare for the Slytherin).

His glance fell then back to the bottle, making no attempt to hide it and conceded, in tones just as decisive and matter of fact as previously: “Well if it was good for me it wouldn’t be illegal... no?” With head still angled towards the alcohol, his azure eyes returned to the woman. He raised his eyebrows again, shifting position to afford himself a better view of her; taking stock of her proximity, height and attempting to judge her demeanour from the very little information that he had to go on so far – he couldn’t exactly lay claim to knowing the counsellor very well – wondering just how far he would be able to push her without any serious repercussions. Although, he did manage to reason through fuzzy (though rapidly clearing brain due to the situation that had cropped up) brain that she would be more likely to want to talk about feelings and solve the situation with words and conversation here rather than straight out punishment. Whilst part of him, believing in his ability to lay on the charm thick and fast, thought that he might be able to turn the situation to his advantage, another part would much rather have been punished and had the end with it – despising the probing type of questions that those trying to “help” often ended up asking.

Defiantly, he raised the bottle again and threw back another mouthful, attempting to keep his expression more measured in response than usual to the taste and burning sensation that the action resulted in.

STATUS;; done.
WORDS;; six-three-nine.
NOTES;; yup, very nice - quinn's still gonna be a dick to you though. =P
MUSIC;; redeemer - d'espairsray.
OUTFIT;; [x].
TAGGS;; mrs. a. h. malfoy.