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The classroom hasn't been used in years, and no one knows why. Tucked in a back corner of the castle and unused for several years, the chairs are a bit dusty and the bookshelves are mostly empty, but it's nice and isolated if that's what you're looking for.

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Leona Santos
Third Year
Leona Santos
Third Year
Joined: Sep 7 2011, 05:51 AM

Mar 9 2012, 12:47 AM #1

There were no words that the badger could think of that could properly describe how wonderful her day was going to be. It had been far, far too long since the last time she had seen her dear friend, Lucinda Ockland. Why had it been so long? Well, the age difference, Leona's need to wander the castle at odd hours of the day, the centaur attack, the sudden prefect upgrade and the fact that Lucy had her own life to live all played some part in keeping the two apart. It was alright though, for this day was going to be spent with the Spanish girl focusing on nothing else but her lioness. Her plans for the day included meeting up in the Communal Common room for a late brunch, after which they would then shimmy their way down the stairs and into the kitchen where they would indulge in the most fantastic ice cream binge ever to have been done within the great, old castle that was Hogwarts. What would they do after? Pass out, of course! Then, once their minds and tummies were free from the painful sensation of eating too much of that devilish, icy dairy product, they would go off on a most amazing adventure of blasting everything and everyone they saw with an 'Aguamenti' and the most undeniably insane happy grins that anyone could possibly produce!

Oh, but how exciting this day would be! It was for this reason why Leona had risen so early and rushed her morning chores so that she could make her way to the room all the quicker. The excitement and glee she felt simply could not be contained, and so it should not have been a surprise at if one were to see her zip around the dungeons with such an immense amount of energy that surely everyone who saw her mistook for a nutcase. It also should not have been a wonder when the seventh year went and screamed her up way the stairs from her burrow, only to slide her way down the very stairs she had just conquered to repeat the process and scream once more in her powerfully, happy frenzy. Did all this point to the witch's mental state? Yes. Of course not! Leona was just so darn happy that she had no other way of expressing herself but to make a commotion in every corner and among every cluster of people she saw. Were the looks her peers gave her hurtful? N- Actually, sort of. But the Hufflepuff could've cared less, for today was going to be just about the most wonderfully amazing day of her life, and nothing was going to ruin it for her. Nothing!

Had she said this before? Yes, yes she had. Valentine's day had started the very same, though it was a bit less excitable; however this did not mean that her path was headed for some disastrous end, for if memory served correctly, Valentine's day had in fact been quite spectacular. Or at least in her opinion it had. Nonetheless, it was time for her quite with her wild behavior and make her way to the Communal common room like she was supposed to be doing.
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Lucinda Ockland
First Year
Joined: Aug 18 2011, 06:12 AM

Mar 9 2012, 01:26 AM #2

Lucy was, to put it extremely bluntly, excited. In fact, as the young girl skipped around her room getting ready, she was practically squealing with excitement. But she didn't, of course, because that would illicit actual attention and reactions from the other people of the dorm, and that was the last thing she wanted. She quickly got dressed, yanking her abominable hair into a simple braid (the ordeal had caused her two bottles of water, a half bottle of magically enhanced frizz defying oil, two brushes and three frustratingly frail hair ties... and counting). She stopped a moment, eye twitching. A voice in her head... Okay multiple voices were telling her to go back to her bed, write in her journal, do her homework, and all together ditch Leona. She literally slapped herself from the thought. Nothing would stop this lioness from seeing her friendly badger friend.

"Still..." She muttered, biting her lip as she stalked silently back to her bed and digging out her journal from underneath the mattresses. She fingered the red leather casing, pensively deciding whether or not to open the blasted thing or not. Finally, she figured out what she wanted to do. She quietly unraveled the ribbon which clasped the journal shut and opened it, picking up a feather with ink already in it. Like a pen...

"Nihil nisi tenebrae, nisi quia vos aspicio." She murmured and watching with still placed fascination as the writing popped up. She was still quite proud of herself for coming up with such a clever way of keeping her entries safe. "There is nothing but dark; save for when I look at you" in Latin? Genius! She flipped through some of the pages, still biting her lip. Should she...? Leona was waiting... It was supposed to be fun, full of laughter, light hearted jokes, copious amounts of ice cream enough to burst a whale... Lucy sighed, scratching her brow and snapping her lovely journal away while retying the ribbon and muttering her goodbye to it, which blanked the pages in case of intruders, calmly awaiting its owner's voiced command. Lucy quietly slipped her wand into her sleeve where her arm attached wand holder quietly excepted it into its clasps. Lucy wanted to be prepared for any kind of accident, attack, or small mishap that would be thrown her way. Was she paranoid? Yes- and proud. Did this point to her increasingly worsening mental state? Lucy sure as hell hoped so. Because if it didn't, she didn't know what she'd do or pin it on. She stalked through her commons room (quietly thanking that no one she knew or cared about was present inside) and quietly exited her dorm room. She silently walked the path towards their meeting place, a smile upon her lips. But... Something was nagging on her, it made her want to turn back and go back to bed, burrowing under her covers and reemerging much later, perhaps the next day. But this was Leona. She just couldn't do that to her.
i am unique in all i do...
i mean what i say, i say what i mean
and i am, above all, true to myself
that is the meaning of being a
LION.
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Leona Santos
Third Year
Leona Santos
Third Year
Joined: Sep 7 2011, 05:51 AM

Mar 29 2012, 08:57 AM #3

Nearly there.
Soon. Very soon the badger would have her paws wrapped around her dear friend in a wonderfully snug embrace that some might have considered too friendly, but, who cared? Leona enjoyed hugging Lucy – and everyone else for that matter – so she saw no problem with it. Happily she skipped down the many corridors that would lead her to her destination; all the while waving at everyone she passed by. Her joy seemed to be infectious - at least from her perspective it did - for it seemed that every person she smiled and waved at either did the same or nodded friendly at her in response. It was both wonderful and amazing to know that such a simple thing as a smile could make a person feel so great. And it wasn't just her who seemed to be in a good mood from it, it appeared as if those friendly responders were happy as well! Granted, it couldn't be said that they were happy because of Leona's smile, but it was a nice thought to consider. But with other people happy, the Hufflepuff's trip to meet Lucy was all the more enjoyable, despite the fact that she was traveling alone. That's not to say that Leona always needed somebody to travel with to be content, it was just something that made things that took awhile - like walking around the ever changing Hogwarts castle - that made trips all the more fun. But then, if had brought someone with her, that person would have taken away some amount of her attention for themself, which meant that she would have less of it to offer to Lucy, which would have nearly destroyed the purpose of this meeting in the first place! With all that considered, it was actually a good thing she was companion-less. We couldn't have her day being ruined now, right? Of course not.

With that train of thought speeding away, the badger was finally able to notice a figure heading her way. A small, concentrated burst of excitement overcame her then as she was convinced that it was her lioness buddy heading towards her for a hug. To her (possible) misfortune, it wasn't. As she stared intently at the person, the witch soon discovered that it was a girl, bearing the colors of Ravenclaw and running at an impressive speed. Without bothering to pay attention to logic, Leona merely stood in one spot, her eyes still watching as the girl continued to run right towards her. As the eagle grew nearer, the seventh year took note of how interestingly red her face was, and of how finely her long, black hair clung to the area over her eyes. What was the matter with her? As some might know, it was a bit hard to question a runner, so all she could do at the moment was contemplate the possibilities. The Hufflepuff supposed the girl could have received a bad grade; that sort of thing upset Ravenclaws didn't it? Before she could delve further into her (silly) thoughts, she noticed that the girl was a mere few feet away from her. At the last second, the girl tilted to her left, her right shoulder barreling into Leona as she mowed her down. It was in that instant of contact that a dagger, sharp as could be, sliced through where the witches had touched, sending Leona into a horrifying shock. Desperately she reached for where the pain was the most concentrated, her hands searching frantically for the object that pierced through her body.

But she found nothing. There was nothing stabbing through her, electrifying her pain receptors to the point where unconsciousness was near inevitable.

Slowly the Spanish girl felt every muscle in her body flex strongly, her tensed corpse soon hitting against the stone wall that, after the collision, was behind her. She felt her spine rub against the wall as her legs gave in and dropped her to the floor. What was happening to her? Why all this pain?...

But her mind couldn't think - it couldn't possibly function when under this much pain. All Leona could do was feel, as she could hardly move her body and her eyes had long since closed tight, doing their best to keep in the tears that were building up within. She couldn't fight them forever though; soon long streaks of water began flowing smoothly down her rosy cheeks which were on fire at this point. Unfortunately for her, the tears that rolled down her face were warm, all but soothing her face as result. Unable to feel a thing, the badger could do nothing but remain where she sat, enduring the sting of the tears, the ache in her head, and the heaviness of her body as best as humanly possible.
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Lucinda Ockland
First Year
Joined: Aug 18 2011, 06:12 AM

Apr 1 2012, 11:09 PM #4

Lucinda, in the mean time, had been taking her lovely time getting to the rendezvous point. In fact, she had been coming the other direction completely. She hummed quietly to herself, singing in her mind and calmly navigating the ever-changing halls and stairways of her beloved school. She could almost feel peace. Peace was the one thing that eluded her these days... Well, the one thing besides her Herbology grade. Merlin, how she wished she could change that. Lucy continued down the hall, oblivious to her friend's plight and finding enough excitement and happiness to actually start skipping down the hall. Who did that? Well, maybe Leona and a few choice others, but Lucy certainly wasn't a skipper. She wasn't a much of anything, really.

"Boogie woogie, bugle boy..." Lucy chirped. She was, among other things, a brilliant witch and had an excellent mind. What she lacked, though, was a sense of plants, cooking skills, and singing skills. That's why Lucy tended to stick to humming in her brain and only singing when she was certain no one else was in her immediate vicinity. Lucy giggled hysterically and only stopped skipping/humming/giggle like the loon she was when she noticed another figure turning the corner ahead of her. The girl, garbed in Ravenclaw colors, was really hauling it, pumping her arms with bright red face, and her long black hair clinging to her face because of the adhesive acting sweat produced by her break neck sprint. It made Lucy's paranoia spike like nobody's business. Her wand obeyed her commands, shooting out of her wand holder and into her hand. She gripped it tightly, ready to hex the face off of this girl if she turned out to be an enemy. She was right, because the secretly deadly girl had, just moments prior, incapacitated her friend, but she didn't know that. She wouldn't know that either as the girl just ran past her, almost like a blur as she hurried away. Lucy growled at her and continued down the hallway. She looked over her shoulder constantly, and never let go of her wand.

"Leona!" Lucy called as she entered the classroom where she was supposed to be meeting her lovely badger friend. Lucy told herself that if she'd been older and more oriented towards liking girls, that she would've had the biggest crush on Leona ever seen on this planet. But, seeing as Lucy was the way she was, and seeing how old she currently was, she simply liked her as a friend. "Leona, you here?" She shuffled to the back, blinking, then proceeded to start looking for Leona on hands and knees. Lucy didn't know what to expect with Leona, but she seemed the type to suddenly think, "I should hide, jump out at her, freak the magic out of her, then laugh with her at my amazing prank!"
Oh, no wait, that sounded more like Emric. Lucy snickered at the thought of her first year guy friend. Pain in her rear end? Yes. One of her only friends? Unfortunately so. She sighed and continued to call out to her friend, searching into the depths of the classroom. At the end of her searching, however, she felt more hurt and discouraged. Had Leona... ditched her? Decided that Lucy wasn't worth the trek up there and wasn't worth the effort? Pain speared Lucy's heart (and oddly her shoulder) at the prospect. In fact, the very idea devastated Lucy beyond words. She tried not to hyperventilate, exiting the classroom and stopping at the doorway, looking left and right. Perhaps she was just late... Lucy nodded. She had to believe that... But the suspicion and hurt that Leona had just left her to rot was stilling niggling in the back of her mind. She went to the windowsill directly across the classroom door and sat on it, swinging her legs and patiently waiting for the friend who, unknown to her, was currently in a world of pain in a nearby hall.
i am unique in all i do...
i mean what i say, i say what i mean
and i am, above all, true to myself
that is the meaning of being a
LION.
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Leona Santos
Third Year
Leona Santos
Third Year
Joined: Sep 7 2011, 05:51 AM

Apr 9 2012, 09:58 PM #5

The weight she felt on her body was immense. She struggled to gasp for air as her chest tightened with every passing second, her lungs screaming out for a second chance, as if it had been her own decision to cut off her breathing. Her head rested against the wall at her back, keeping her eyes closed tight as she tried her best to focus on breathing. Air. She needed air to calm herself down; that was the only way she could make it through the pain. Slowly she began to feel her ribcage expand; inch by inch until she could breath somewhat normally again. The witch's body began to tingle, her skin prickling numbly as she felt her pain slowly begin to ebb away.

Eventually the pressure over her body was lifted, granting her her vision once more. Carefully the badger opened both her eyes, her heart thumping wildly as she expected another wave of pain to flow through once they were open. Fortunately for her, nothing of the sort happened. She blinked a few times, her lashes pushing a few left over tears down her cheeks. What had happened?... This was, sort of a stupid question, because by now in her life, Leona had come to realize that there was really only one explanation as to why she would go from excitedly happy to practically dying on the floor from heart ache in a matter of seconds. She was losing it... What this 'it' was could have been a couple of things - her mind, her control, or possibly even both. Whatever 'it' really was, the Hufflepuff had surely misplaced it and was now at risk of harming herself, or heaven forbid, another student.

She couldn't go see Lucy this way; it'd be impossible. Leona just wasn't that stupid that she would go and risk the poor girl's safety just so she could have something to occupy her time. It pained her to think this way, because... the Hufflepuff so badly wanted to see her friend. She wanted to talk with the girl, learn more about her and just... be happy with her. Lucy was a wonderful girl, and the badger wanted to ensure that the opinions of others around her didn't affect the lioness' view of herself. Leona saw a good person when she looked at the girl, and good people, in her opinion, deserved to live free from the harsh, judging eyes of the blind who couldn't see how decent she was.

Tears rolled down her cheeks once more, this time, with proper reason influencing them. The seventh year was sad -- perhaps even depressed -- because it seemed that every time she tried to get close to Lucy, something would stop her. At first it had been a couple of Slytherins in her way, then it had been her own insecurities (of which she was still ashamed of), and now... now it was her darn... whatever this was. That was the problem with it all - Leona didn't know what exactly it was that made her emotions suddenly go wacky. She considered the possibility of her being insane, but that wasn't a thought she enjoyed as it usually led her to believing that she would have to be put in an asylum, locked away from everything and everyone for unimaginable amount of time. Obviously, Leona couldn't allow that happen. And her chances of falling victim to such a fate would only increase of someone were to see her really go mad. Therefore, going off to see Lucy while she wasn't sure when her next erratic mood swing would occur would have been a terrible call on her part. So, rather than pick herself up and head off to the room like she had told her dear friend she would, the Hufflepuff merely sat where she was, burying her face into her knees as she waited for her nose and cheeks to return to their normal color, as well as to wait out and ensure that all was safe for her to move about again. She would run and hide if all was good - lock herself, even, and keep herself disconnected from everyone in the castle until she felt she was in control again.

It was uncertain how long that would be... but it was the Hufflepuff's only choice.
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Lucinda Ockland
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Joined: Aug 18 2011, 06:12 AM

Apr 13 2012, 07:41 PM #6

Lucy sat on the windowsill for a very. long. time. She bit her lip, played with her hair, and did other manners of nervousness as her mind went wacko. Why was Leona not here? Had she really left her there? Lucy tried not to cry as the possibilities swirled in her mind. Had she forgotten? ... Well, Lucy guessed, it wasn't impossible. Not for that eccentric 'Puff. Lucy gulped and moved on to another theory. A teacher had kept her in for detention, and Leona hadn't been able to contact- nope. Not that either. Lucy smacked her head in frustration. She had no doubt that Leona would have had some way to tell her if she were unable to come. Lucy paused... Had she been attacked? She rolled it on her tongue a bit, testing the way it felt... And immediately struck the thought from her mind. Now that was impossible. Leona was strong, if not a little quirky, and Lucy was confident that she could defend herself. Besides! This was Hogwarts for Godric's sake! This wasn't some fourth rate backyard school with incompetent staff and useless students. It was Hogwarts. Lucy finally came to the last, foreboding thought entered her mind and she forced herself not to cry. It was hard. It was like a ruddy Hippogryff was sitting itself on her chest with no intentions of getting up. She silently slid from her seat at the windowsill as her tears threatened to fall. That was it then. Leona had simply decided not to come. Didn't even bother telling Lucy either. Maybe she thought Lucy didn't care, or maybe she didn't deem Lucy worth the time. Either way, it hurt Lucy to her core. She'd opened up to this girl, and she'd simply abandoned her. Abandoned. She'd never felt so alone.

"F-fine." Lucy choked out through her tightening throat. She wouldn't cry. "I don't n-need to talk to her." Lies. All of it. Did it matter? Leona obviously didn't care. Well, if Leona wouldn't meet her half way, why would Lucy put the effort in? Why was she deluding herself? She was a ruddy second year Gryffindor! Leona was a goddess, a seventh year Hufflepuff with friends. She was gorgeous and everyone loved her. Lucy, with her intense height and freakish eyes and scars, there was no hope for her. Everyone either 1) hated her or 2) was too scared to even approach the girl much less talk to her. Filled with self loathing, Lucy silently stalked away down the corridor. Her pride had been hurt, not just feelings. Her Gryffindor side was begging to go and seek revenge... Wait, no, just repair the pride by going and doing something she excelled at... Like Potions. She was exceedingly good at Potions. Then she could feel proud and better about herself. Going after the person who hurt her was juvenile and very Slytherin. Unknown to the tall Gryffindor whose pride and feelings had been damaged, her Hufflepuff lay broken in the hall next to her.
i am unique in all i do...
i mean what i say, i say what i mean
and i am, above all, true to myself
that is the meaning of being a
LION.
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Leona Santos
Third Year
Leona Santos
Third Year
Joined: Sep 7 2011, 05:51 AM

Apr 18 2012, 03:51 AM #7

Like watching steam lift up from the boiling water in a pot, Leona’s anguish evaporated into nothing. She twitched around, first her thighs then her shoulders, motion returning to every part of her body until lastly her finger tips began to move as well. Slowly the badger allowed her head to fall back, then rolled it from side to side, feeling every joint in her neck begin to stretch and strain until she centered it again. Her gaze was soft as she opened her eyes, staring off into the blur of grays and blacks of robes and stone walls before her. Gingerly she lifted a hand to aide her other in stretching her fingers backward, the ends of her lips twitching upward slightly as she felt the crack of her knuckles tingle the rest of her hand. An inhale, an exhale, and she was awake. Alert were her senses, her eyes staring intently at everything, her ears twitched back slightly to pick up sound, and her nose fully open again and accepting gentle waves of air into her lungs as she sat on the cold ground. She moved her arm backward, pressed the palm of her inverted hand against the wall and inched her way up to a standing position. Cautiously the witch looked around her, almost expecting some ghoul to jump out and say “got cha,” and whisk her away to some cage where she would never see the light of day again.

No such thing happened as she waited where she stood. The only sudden change that “jumped” out at her was the mass of students who filled the hallway, some bearing brooms and others bearing books – all generally going about their day, completely unaware of the painful sobs that had echoed throughout the corridor moments earlier. Leona gulped as a few students walked a little too close to her, and kept her eyes focused downward, watching quietly as several pairs of feet went walking by her. Fire returned to her rounded cheeks as she realized what she had done.

Leona had stood Lucy up. Hadn’t shown up like she said she would, and worst of all, couldn’t even bring herself to owl the poor girl. Was that entirely her fault though? Because, really, what would she say? “Sorry my friend, I had a strange mental breakdown for no reason in the hallway, so I couldn’t make it.” What would the lioness say to that? What would she think? As much as Leona loved the younger girl, she wasn’t very confident that the second year would accept that answer calmly. The brunette might yell at her, that was fine with the badger, but… it was the possibility that the oddness of the situation would freak out the other witch enough to the point where she would say something to someone. A professor, a friend – anyone, really. And that was what Leona frightened the most. That was what she needed to avoid at all costs. The Spanish girl was in no position to properly defend herself. She knew there was something wrong with her and knew that it wasn’t right for her to ignore it. She knew all this, she really did. It was just fear that kept her from saying anything. A deep, endless amount of fear that she couldn’t get rid of or even weaken, regardless of who she was with. Leona just… couldn’t trust anyone. Not with this problem. And as she walked slowly back to her den, she was almost positive she would never be able to trust anyone with it. Ever.
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