-never meant to be this way-

This is another one of the many mysteries of Hogwarts. Over the years, it's been less and less used, and now it's only used by devious students looking for an escape.

What kind of hide away will you find?

-never meant to be this way-

Leona Santos
Third Year
Leona Santos
Third Year
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14 Feb 2012, 20:53 #1

  • This was it; finally it was time to actually learn something useful! It was strange for her to feel so excited about waking up for a day of learning, but she knew this had to be done. Besides, Leona’s teacher for the day was none other than the amazingly strong Jed Emerson – the boy she’d meet some time ago and whom she had had an awful adventure with. That particular Hufflepuff seemed to be far braver than any other one she had ever met before, yet he still had a strong kindness about him that made him easy to approach. It was nice meeting someone like that, and what made it even better was that she had the ability to see him more often than what was usually permitted. Aside from Fiona Little, the Spanish girl didn't have many friends in her own house. And due to horrible scheduling, she didn't get to see her cousin all that often either. Yana had her own friends though, and probably didn't mind too much that they didn't get to hang out often; that didn't keep Leona from missing her cousin though. Anyone else she had met in her own house was either busy with their own things or had completely disappeared from her friendship-radar. It was a sad thing for her to accept, but when you ran around the castle like she always did, you couldn't really control who you bumped into. Nonetheless it felt like she had become quite lucky in her chance meeting with Jed, and she was more than pleased to finally have the chance to properly chat with him since the centaur business. That was a day she definitely wanted to erase from history.

    It wasn't too difficult to forget all that as she dressed herself for the day. The witch went about her usual routine of rising with the sun, showering then picking out her clothing while she dried within the snug wrap of her towel. Today felt like a pink day -much different from yesterday's purple - and so she picked out one of her favorite soft pink t-shirts with little paw prints trailing around the side of the shirt. She laughed lightly as she recalled how much her dear snaky friend hated the color pink. It wasn't her favorite either, but she found the color to be happy enough for her liking. Usually she would try to not wear the color around her Slytherin pal, but she wasn't going to see him today. Jed was a much different person, a bit kinder, a bit more welcoming... he was nearly as quiet as Sterling, but the one thing that stood out to her the most was that it seemed that he enjoyed her company from the second they had met - far different than how her first meeting with Sterling went. The day she had met the seventh snake was spent with her trying to keep him from dashing off without accepting her help in repayment for what he had done for her. From then on it had always been a struggle to find the snake and convince him that she could be beneficial to him. He hadn't seen the use in having her around, and as she brushed her hair and thought about it more, she really should have just left the boy alone... The Spanish girl obviously hadn't done this, but the realization did leave her with the question of why she had been so persistent. Sure it had paid off; now it seemed he could tolerate her presence no problem, but did that make everything okay? Had it been wrong for her to bug him every day until he liked her? Maybe their entire friendship was a mistake... He surely wouldn't have accepted her if she hadn't sought him out day after day...

    A glance at the clock reminded her that she had someone else to think about today. Someone who seemed to have no problem liking her without any bribes and someone who apparently didn't need to be convinced that she could be a good friend. It was very bizarre for her think about, considering she had done nearly nothing to try and get the other badger to like her, and yet it had happened as if they were almost fated to have met. It was all very exciting for her, so much so that it felt as if time couldn't move on fast enough. They were supposed to meet in the common room by 10 am. Looking at the clock, the witch saw that she still had at least a couple more hours before she could meet up with Jed. The wait for the meeting was painstakingly long, and for a moment she nearly thought she'd die of anticipation before ever getting out of her room. For some reason she felt a bit embarrassed about the meeting though, which kept her from getting there too early. After all, what would the wizard think if he saw her waiting there for him? Would it be strange for him to see her so anxious to start their lessons? Would she seem foolish for being so eager? None of these questions would get answered of course, but the Hufflepuff couldn't help but wonder...

    It finally became too much for her to bear. Deciding that she needed to find something to do while she waited, Leona went and pulled out a clean canvas. Painting kept her mind busy and away from all her confusing thoughts; it also kept her calm and provided her with something that she could spend her extra hours doing. It was calming to feel the fluid motions of the brush against the canvas in her hand; to feel the smoothness of every light change in direction run up her arm and spread the warmth of her passion for the art spread throughout her chest. The Spanish girl had nothing in particular that she was painting; she was merely creating shapes and playing with colors. She became so engulfed in her painting that before she knew it her extra hours of waiting had diminished to a mere five minutes, striking a great panic within her. All those warm, happy feelings she had while painting? Gone. Completely vanished from her system as if they had never been there. Frantically she tore off her apron and threw her palette and brush in the air, not caring at all where they would land. She grabbed a wet-wipe before tackling the door of her room, cleaning off any paint on her hands and giving her face a quick wipe down - just in case. She tore through the tunnel-like halls of the Hufflepuff burrow, pushing against the earth with all her might. Faster and faster she went - surprisingly avoiding any collisions with any housemates. But, of course, this stroke of luck came with a price; that price being her inevitable collision with an armchair at the center of the common room. Her body flailed over the chair, knocking the wind out of her and forcing her hair to flow her face as if it were a waterfall over a cliff. The badger could see nothing through her dark hair, and honestly, she didn't really want to. Her cheeks were burning as a result of her embarrassment; why did she always make a fool of herself? Nervously she began to push herself up, allowing her hair to remain over face as a sort of shield to hide her crimson cheeks. "Um... Hi Jed... are you... ready to go?"

    All of what had just happened... Ridiculous. Dumb. But really, what had she expected?</li>
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17 Feb 2012, 19:03 #2

It was amusing to Jed whenever Leona did something less than graceful. Obviously, he was worried about her, but the fact that she did whatever the action was in such a cute way was an amazing feat. It didn’t matter if she was tripping over a chair in the common room or failing to come up with the correct incantation for the light spell “Lumos”, she always managed it in this…”Leona” way. After the event with the chair, though, Jed quickly, after raising his eyebrows and grinning a bit in amusement, asked the girl “Are you alright?” He had been quietly sitting in the common room staring into the warm fireplace and examining the intricate designs of the fire when he heard the girl slam into the chair and tumble over it. It was a bit of a shock from the trance-like state that Jed had found himself in. Jed needed to find out if she was okay before continuing onward with their journey up to the Abandoned Tower, of course, and thus the question was asked. After looking at Leona’s blushing face for a bit, though, the seventh year noticed that she was fine. Jed settled his face into his typical half smile and stood up, saying “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go,” which began their trip up the seemingly endless number of stairs to the tower. Jed started out the door of the Hufflepuff common room and walked down the dungeon hallway where the place was located, thinking all the while of what to say to the girl he was walking with. He didn’t want to spend the many minutes it took to reach the tower in total awkward silence. The seventh year had it all planned out for what he would say when they reached the tower, for he had a “lesson plan” of sorts for Leona’s healing training, but until then he’d have to improvise. His forte was not starting conversations but continuing them, though, so this would be quite the experience.

The stairs in Hogwarts castle begin to get annoying rather rapidly if, say, you’re a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin and either have a class or some other engagement in a tower. The stairs take ages to traverse and not to mention that they move. Eventually a student at Hogwarts times his or her ascents with the changing of the stairs, or they know multiple routes to every single place they need to go. Jed had become rather skilled at the multiple routes trick, as he ducked off at different times throughout the day whenever he felt he needed to be alone, so he couldn’t match his trips with the stairs. So, as the two badgers ascended the castle, Jed led Leona down whichever path made for the shortest trip as the stairs changed their directions. He hoped he wasn’t being too confusing, but the amusing side of his brain found it funny that this happened to be accidental payback for Leona leading them down endless corridors and passageways that he’d never seen before while they were running from the centaur. He wasn’t angry, as she had saved the two of them by doing so, but it was funny nonetheless.

Jed sincerely hoped that Leona would catch on to the spells he was going to attempt to teach her rather quickly, though some of the healing spells were some of the most advanced that there were. The seventh year had taught himself most of these spells, as they generally weren’t part of the curriculum. As a future potions maker for a hospital (at least, that’s what Jed wanted) he felt that it probably would be necessary for him to know some. Perhaps he’d be called upon at the last minute to help with patients if the hospital was super busy or something. Jed was smiling the whole time he was looking towards his future, and quickly stopped the action; mostly because it probably looked silly to the girl he was walking with. The Hufflepuff finally began speaking quite a bit later than any normal outgoing person probably would have (they had climbed up many a staircase and were on the fourth floor by the time he started) with “How’s it going, Leona?” It was a good, typical start for a conversation, for sure.
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22 Feb 2012, 00:31 #3

  • For a second, everything was quiet. Had Jed not arrived yet? Or… perhaps he had run off, finding that she was far too ridiculous to hang around with? Neither proved to be the case when that lovely voice of his finally broke through the silence. Flipping over her hair, the badger found Jed comfortably sitting nearby with the slightest trace of a smirk on his face. She waved a hand and gave him a shy smile in response to his question; of course she was fine! Falling over wasn’t anything new to the witch, in fact, there had been a time where she had contemplated making a game of it, though nothing had actually been worked out – too many risks involved and whatnot. Pushing herself off the chair, Leona happily skipped over to her Hufflepuff comrade for the day, more than pleased to be by his side again. Jed was… fun. Or at least, he looked like he was fun. What determined if a person looked fun? Well, only certain people could catch a glimpse of this trait, and, of course, Leona was among this elite group of people who could see it. But for everyone else who couldn’t… Jed just sort of looked nice. Yup – that was all. It would have been a little awkward to just stand and stare at him though, so quickly the badger followed behind him out of their den, somewhat missing the warmth of the fire that they had been by.

    It wasn’t so bad getting out of their warm home though, especially when their departure meant that they were getting that much closer to being alone and fully able to chat in private. Leona didn’t mind having other people around as she conversed, but it was always a bit more personal when conversations were done in private, and it would have been a lie to say that she didn’t want to know Jed on a more personal level. The boy had made quite the impression on her; never before had she encountered a new friend in such a dramatic way before. His kindness towards her intrigued her as well, for she presumed that he would hold some amount of dislike towards her for guiding him aimlessly throughout the castle for what felt like ages. Granted, the entire thing had been done in an effort to escape a rogue centaur, her feelings of guilt for her failed attempt at getting the boy to safety were still all too fresh in her mind. Sure, she had been able to get the Hufflepuff to help eventually, but that ’eventually’ hadn’t been done without making the poor boy suffer for far longer than he should have. The witch didn’t want to think of any of this though; what had happened, happened, and although she couldn’t fully release herself from guilt’s menacing claws, she at least knew she had to try and ignore such things. Not simply for her sake, but for Jed’s as well. What fun was a person who continued to dwell on the past? In her experience, people like that weren’t very fun at all, and… why wouldn’t she want to be fun? Being fun – having fun – made people happy and nobody could say that they didn’t enjoy being happy. The emotion in itself was far too great to not enjoy; to not make people desire it just as they desired the air they breathed. Happiness was a magical sensation that led – and stemmed – to and from so many things in life. People were often happy when they found romance, while others often found it through simple things such as the first blooming flowers of spring or the innocent smile of infants. It was a beautiful, lovely, most certainly indescribable thing to feel happy, and if pushing her self-doubts and concerns aside meant that she could be fun – and thus make Jed happy – then push those away she would. Forget the fact that she had known the boy for such a short time, Leona knew that he deserved to be happy. This was just how she felt about everyone she met; whether they were considered bullies or sweethearts, the Hufflepuff’s opinion didn’t change. Everyone deserved to be happy, to smile and feel the warm wave of ecstasy cling to their bodies and serve as protection against anything awful. Perhaps this was a bit too dramatic, or a bit to ridiculous, but the witch – though only having lived for a mere seventeen years – simply knew that this was, at the very least, something that was partly true. After all, it was no lie that people did in fact spend their lives searching for happiness, and to her, if the emotion wasn’t worth obtaining, then people surely wouldn’t have wasted their time seeking it out.

    But, speeches were not in the Spanish girl’s nature, so why was she wasting the majority of their trip thinking instead of talking? The answer actually wasn’t all too complicated. First, it was because she had needed something to distract her mind as her body rid itself of her embarrassment that had kept her tan cheeks rosy for well after their departure from the Hufflepuff burrow. After getting over that, it had been because Jed was –to the say the least – hawt. Yup, Leona’s chattering ways had been silenced thanks to the divine features of this handsome Hufflepuff. Was it shallow? Maybe. But why should anyone have cared? Leona Santos was a single lady, and she was more than free to ogle over everyone (and everything) that she found to be attractive. Jed just happened to be one of those perfect specimens of man; the kind that made men and women alike feel unworthy of being in their presence. His shoulders (oh those shoulders!), broad and clearly toned, his muscular biceps that set the trend for the rest of his body (as it all seemed to have a thick layer of muscle), and his face! The badger’s face was probably Leona’s favorite part of him. It was perfectly oval and long, his nose was dead center, completely free of any kinks or deformities and appearing to have been molded to rise gently from his face to a height that was neither too great, nor too small for a nose. It’s tip was perfectly flat, letting his nostrils face directly downward, it’s position on his face clearly showing off how perfectly spaced his eyes and brows were, and all that was just his nose. Did she need to go on? Probably not, but she would, mainly because it wasn’t terribly often that she would find someone as good looking at Jed. His true beauty was in his eyes, those soft, soft, compassionate eyes that glowed delicately (despite the lack of light in the corridors) and shimmered in such a way that showed off nearly every color of light known to man. At an angle it would appear as if they had been glittered with a light purple, at another it would be a baby blue, then light, light pink and so on, yet none seemed to overpower the brilliant solid gray that formed the base of his irises. A miscalculation on her part caused her to jump a little as she had placed a foot down too soon, shaking her from her dreamy thoughts of those wonderful eyes of his. Sighing softly to herself, the badger kept her gaze at the ground for a bit longer, the tiniest amount of fear keeping her from getting trapped in the boy’s looks again. It almost dangerous to look at him, at least, that was what she thought now that she was free. Her curiosity got the better of her though, and soon she found her dark eyes drifting to watch his face once more, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how much she was gazing at him. He didn’t appear to notice, as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as they walked up several flights of stairs. The slightest grin was plastered on his face, clearly whatever he was thinking about was making him happy. Seeing his pleasant smile only made the witch smile in turn, it was adorable to see the slight creases that formed out of the side of his mouth. One would think that wrinkles would make someone look old, but the tiny wrinkles on Jed’s face left his youth perfectly untouched. They were hardly noticeable anyway, what with his chin being covered in a layer of scruff. The facial hair gave the Hufflepuff a bit of a ‘rugged’ look, but it was a unique variation that made him look welcoming rather than gruff. Leona wasn’t particularly interested in facial hair, but the soft way that it hugged the boy’s face certainly caught her attention. The only downside to the beard was that it somewhat hid his lips, an area that the badger had hoped to examine more. From what she could see, they looked tremendously soft and smooth, showing no signs of any cracks or dryness, and, in her opinion, they appeared to be quite supple. Their soft, rosy color shined through the hair that lightly masked them, appearing, just as the rest of his body, to glow with an unearthly essence that anyone could have easily said made him look Godlike. Something happened just then though – he had stopped smiling. But why? It was such a great thing do, not to mention it made him even more enticing to look at, so why had he stopped?

    Frowning at this sudden change, the badger looked away, a bit concerned that he perhaps had caught her staring at him. But what was wrong with looking? As an artist, Leona thought it only natural to enjoy looking at things, especially when those things were beautiful, so to her, admiring the other badger’s good looks was perfectly acceptable. The witch wasn’t wrong, was she? As doubt filled the girl, she brought her hands to a stop, crossing her arms as she slowed her pace in effort to think more on the validity of her behavior. Fortunately for her, Jed didn’t allow her the time to stress over what had happened by asking her how she was. This was a good sign, wasn’t it? Surely he wouldn’t have bothered asking her anything if he had been annoyed by her presence. This simple question did far more than merely start a conversation and ease her worries as a million different things suddenly popped into her mind. “I’m great!” She started, grinning again as if she hadn’t just been worried about anything. “How are? Is your shoulder fine? I’ve asked before, haven’t I? Let me see,” she jumped around him to reach his shoulder, tapping it lightly before returning to his left once more. “Oh, it feels great. I guess you are fine! I’m so happy.” The witch paused for a moment, smiling softly at the boy beside her and secretly preparing herself for another wave of outbursts. “Anyway, do you play any sports? I like football! It’s fun and I think I’m pretty good at it. Watch, I’ll show you my friend!!” With that the Spanish girl dug into her pocket, pulling out a miniature soccer ball along with her wand. She uttered a quick spell to enlarge the ball to just the right size, dropping it to the floor after. With great control and dexterity, the Hufflepuff began to play with the ball between her feet, occasionally bouncing the ball to bring it up to the air where she could juggle it from knee to knee. Leona played with the ball in this manner for a bit before allowing it to fall back to the ground once more so she could shuffle it with her feet. “I can kick pretty hard too!” She suddenly said, the words coming out playfully from her lips as she tried her best to not sound as if she were bragging. Stepping on the ball at an angle, the badger watched in amusement as it bounced from the ground and landed firmly between her left foot and shin. Sending a quick jerk through her leg, Leona then watched as the ball launched off her foot. It remained in the air for perhaps a second as the witch drew her leg back and quickly slammed her foot against the ball, smiling ever so happily as it shot through the air. This moment of awesomeness that she was feeling left as soon as the ball bounced back towards them, missing them barely and… hitting a nearby professor square on his face. Shock overtook the badger, leaving her eyes and jaw to spread wide open as the event that had just happened registered in her mind. “R-run!” She said, without thinking at all on where they could run to. Regardless of this fact, Leona knew they needed to get out of there to avoid any sort of trouble. In her panic she accidentally toppled over her badger comrade after her attempt at twisting around failed. Recovering quickly, Leona began to urge Jed along, refusing to allow him to stay behind. Once she was sure he was fine, the Spanish girl then took off at light speed, blazing through the corridor as if her life depended on this escape. Turns here and there reminded her of their previous adventure, forcing the ends of her lips to curl up slightly as the similarities between the two events were amusing to think about. Was this going to be a trend between her and Jed? Were they always meant to have to flee for their lives from centaurs and pissed off professors alike? If it was, then great, because Leona found herself enjoying the idea of running through life alongside this badger.

    “Here Jed, quick!” She had just found a statue, a familiar one. But what good was a familiar statue? Well, to the untrained eye, nothing, but to the eye of a professional ditcher, it was the greatest gift the universe could have blessed them with in this moment. Skirting to a stop, Leona made sure to push her companion behind the statue first before collapsing to the ground beside him. The statue itself was large enough to hid the two badgers well enough, but there was far more to this marble replica of a past headmaster than simply serving as a hiding spot. Somewhere on the ground was a pressure plate, disguised to hide perfectly within the cobblestone ground. The Spanish girl pounded her hand against the stone floor, feeling her heart rate skyrocket as the shouting of the professor became louder, louder - practically beside them now! Her hand sunk into the ground just then, the sound of bricks moving behind them sounding like music to her ears. Without saying a word, the witch pulled the badger inside the hidden passageway with her, mentally squealing a bit at how soft yet strong his arm felt in her grasp. She released her grip though, allowing her hands to rest atop her thighs as she bent over to catch her breath. Utter silence predominated the narrow passageway as the badger tried to listen and gauge when the proper time to come out would be, as the entrance had just finished enclosing the Huffelpuff duo by now. The muffled voice of the professor sounded awfully furious through the wall – it definitely wasn’t time to go out yet. Turning to her comrade, the badger straightened up again. “What should we do? Do you want to go back out, or should we follow this hallway?” Whatever they did, they would need to actually see, so after posing her question to the boy, Leona pulled out her wand and lit the hall with a ‘lumos’ – just like last time; though, this new adventure felt a bit more fun in her opinion.</li>
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24 Feb 2012, 22:44 #4

It was a bit of a shock when Leona whipped out the soccer ball and started kicking it around and, as impressive as it was, it was more of a shock when she totally blasted the Professor in the face with the thing. Jed wasn’t really ready for this excitement after the long walk up the many staircases, and the fellow badger pulling him along immediately after the incident jerked his whole body so much that he nearly fell. Regaining his balance was easy enough, though, and he quickly started running along with the girl. My oh my, this was oddly reminiscent of their previous experience together. It was really quite foreboding as to what future meet ups with Leona would be like for Jed, who at some point surely would like to calmly sit down like normal people and enjoy each other’s company. At the moment, though, this excitement was perfectly fine. Running away from professors was always a good skill to have, and the two Hufflepuffs seemed to be good at it from the get go.

When the two of them reached the statue of a previous headmaster, who always looked sort of apathetic to Jed, Leona shoved him behind the thing causing him to collapse onto the floor. The seventh year did his best to hide a chuckle, as the girl seemed to be so worried about escaping it was actually kind of funny. The boy had been dodging professors and other staff of the school for as long as he could remember, so it had become second nature to him by now and it never really worried him so much. Leona, on the other hand, appeared distressed as all get out. It took a little while for Jed to realize it, but he remembered the statue’s interesting side-property when Leona slammed her fist into the ground, pressing the pressure plate that was amazingly well concealed on the ground. The passageway opened up beside them and, before the seventh year could react, the girl pulled him up and into the passageway. She let go of his arm as the door to the hidden corridor closed behind them and listened intently to the screams of the professor who had obviously just missed them.

Leona’s next question concerning what to do was a curious one to Jed. The seventh year certainly knew where this hallway went (which was to the sixth floor, behind yet another statue and near the staircases. It was always strange to the boy that the designers of the castle felt it was necessary to throw these passageways in, apparently with the sole intention of helping kids get away from people) and it would definitely help the two of them get to their original destination. “Let’s go down this way,” he said, pointing down the hallway, now lit by Leona’s “Lumos”. Pulling out his wand as well, he cast the same spell, now able to help with the light, as his shoulder no longer had an arrow in it. He started walking down the corridor then, making sure that the girl was following behind him. The hallway was narrow and dark, so the two of them were sort of walking single file, and Jed was only able to tell that Leona was still behind him because he kept checking behind himself for her wand’s light. It was a bit awkward to do so, and he wasn’t exactly certain what he was afraid of. Was she going to suddenly drop into a trap door? Was the professor going to figure out that they went down this particular passage and grab her from behind him? It was silly, but he was worried about her nonetheless. Part of him wanted to just turn around and hug her for some reason, but he kept that feeling at bay, knowing that that would be more than weird. Shaking his head, the seventh year Hufflepuff kept moving forward as the passage started angling upwards more and more and making steady turns as it went. He had absolutely no idea where in the castle all these passageways actually were, and had a sneaking suspicion that they didn’t actually exist and “blah blah magic magic”, but you could never tell at Hogwarts.

“Doing all right back there? This damn passage is not my favorite one…too tight and hard to maneuver,” Jed said, tilting his head a bit so his voice would carry behind him as well. Saying this was an attempt to let Leona know that this was nothing new to him, but he had hoped by changing the tone of his voice a bit she would know that he wasn’t having a bad time whatsoever. Jed, though, wasn’t the best at changing the tone of his voice to match what he felt, so he truly hoped he did a good enough job. He never wanted to make her think that spending time with her was something he didn’t want to do…
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02 Mar 2012, 09:30 #5

  • Before Leona knew it, Jed had already gone off and started walking ahead of her, lighting his own wand just before departing. She stood there for a brief moment, completely dumbstruck on what had just happened. Why... why did he get to go first? Leona had found the secret passage way first, so shouldn't she have been able to enjoy taking the lead? It wasn't too often that the witch desired to be a leader in anything, but in this situation, she couldn't help but feel as if the wizard had just cheated her out of the role. Urgently she followed behind the boy, deciding that getting left behind wasn't going to ease her frustration at all. As she trailed behind the position stealer, the badger tried to focus on her lit wand. It seemed like there was a stronger 'lumos' spell, but the witch couldn't seem to remember the incantation. Perhaps Jed knew? "hmm...," she whispered as she thought. He probably did know, but she wasn't so sure she wanted to ask him about it. She wasn't in the mood to talk to him, not after being left to take up the rear by force. It was a childish thing to get upset over, but she couldn't help herself. The best part of an adventure was being the leader, and while she wasn't confident in her ability to safely lead anyone anywhere, she at least enjoyed having a chance at the job, or rather, would have had Jed given her the opportunity to. Leona didn’t want to be upset at the boy though - she didn’t feel as if it were right to - so rather than focusing on her tiny agitation, the witch chose to concentrate on her wand again. The light that emitted from the tip really was quite dingy. It was likely because she hadn't been focused on it in her initial casting, but at the time it had done enough so she hadn't really noticed. Till now that is. Muttering the spell again under her breath, the seventh year focused all her attention on the wand in her hand, feeling her muscles spasm a bit as the tingling sensation of energy crept up her arm to light the end of her wand. This time the orb of light that came from tip glowed more intensely, its sky blue color soothing the witch's frustration. She really did have a lovely wand... or at least that was what she thought. It was a moderate length with a flowery pale yellow that covered the entire wand, smooth transitions from its handle to the thinner part that made up the rest of the wand, and apparently it also had a few interesting properties to it - all of which the badger wasn't sure of. Everything had been explained to her the first day she received it, but she had been so confused at learning that she was a witch that she hadn't bothered to remember a thing. That aside, her favorite part of her tool had to be the scattered grains that ran around the handle and sparkled brightly when placed under the light. The grains always tickled the palm of her hand, making the times that she needed to use it all the more enjoyable. Regardless of whether or not she succeeded in whatever she was using it for, the badger at least had the joyful sensation of the grains to make her feel better. Looking at it now, Leona realized how little she had actually used it. She had never felt as if she would ever be good enough to do anything with magic, never felt the need to either, and so the actual action her wand had ever seen was small.

    Lost in her thoughts of her wand, Leona almost didn’t catch the quick motion of Jed’s head turning back, then forward again – multiple times? What was he doing? Mindlessly the badger looked behind her, not really sure what to expect, or if she should have expected to find anything at all. From what she could see, there was nothing behind her but a spiraling, endless darkness. When she looked forward again, all she saw was the back of his head. Perhaps she’d only imagined that he had looked back at her. It was so dark in the tiny passage way anyway, so it wouldn’t have been surprising at all if she’d only imagined that he’d glanced at her. Sighing softly to herself, the witch swatted away a few loose cobwebs that were clinging to walls on either side of her. They had been sending eerie sensations up the sides of her arms as they swept across her skin, stirring a bit of paranoia within her as they walked up further into the unknown… Well, it was unknown to her, since she had never actually gone through this particular hidden path. The only use she had ever gotten out of it was as a good hiding place for dodging prefects and professors alike. Another blurry motion caught her attention once more, and for a brief second her eyes had meet his – he was definitely looking back at her. Knowing that there was nothing behind her - and fairly sure that there wasn’t anything on her face – Leona began to stare at the wizard, closely watching every movement he made and attempting to gauge how often it was he looked back. It appeared as though he was following some sort of pattern, a sort of rhythmic motion of which was finely divided in briefly glancing over his broad shoulders to ‘check up’ on her and focusing back on the ever increasing, slope-y pathway. It was then that the badger realized why he had gone first – or at least why she assumed he had gone first. It was far too easy to get swallowed up into a trap – or by an actual beast – if you were the leader venturing into unknown territory. The safest place anyone could be was behind someone else, letting them take those risky first steps into the darkness. It was… incredibly sweet of him (assuming it was true). So sweet that Leona nearly wanted to tackle him in a gleeful embrace that, of course, would have been accompanied by a very loud ‘THANK YOU MY FRIEND’ and various other sweet things that would have probably been shouted in Spanish and been incomprehensible to him and anything near them. This desire to hug him sparked a more mischievous idea in her mind; she now knew exactly how to handle this arrangement. Why did it need handling? Because as sweet and as heart melting as it was to know that Jed cared so much about her, Leona was still a child and wanted desperately to be the leader. As fate would have it, the wizard had asked her something just when she had needed him to – her plan was ready to initiate.

    “You’ve been through here before?” She nearly shouted as she leapt lightly towards his back. Gently she placed her hands on his shoulders, keeping her face near his as she crept close behind him. “I’ve never been here! Not this far. I’ve only used it to hide, nothing more!” The witch’s mind worked quickly, forming each word as rapidly as it could so that it could sputter out of her mouth, hopefully before Jed could even get another word out. This was all a part of her plan of course, although, it wasn’t unlikeher to talk so quickly, so as far as she was concerned, her plan was full proof. “Do you skip class a lot? Or do you just wander on your free time? I do both! I don’t always remember exactly where a bunch of these secret paths are, but I’ve used a handful sooo many times that I’m pretty sure I can find them even if I were blindfolded! What about you? How many do you know of?” At the end of the every sentence, the witch had moved closer and closer to the Hufflepuff, soon finding her head just under his bicep as she continued running her mouth about this and that. She continued blabbing in this manner until she was now somewhat coiled around the boy, her upper half now pressed between him and the wall. As best as she could, the badger squeezed her way past him – finally the front. She turned around to face him, a pleased smirk now on her face as she began walking backwards to continue her conversation. “Have I ever told you about the time I turned one of my aunts blue? I’ll tell you anyway. It all started when I woke up one morning when I was little. She was making breakfast and was visiting my home from Spain…” Leona stories were never short stories, as she enjoyed going into great detail on everything she saw, felt, heard and even smelled. It wasn’t difficult for her to continue talking as she walked backwards though, what with all her years of practice doing the same thing to practically everyone she met. At one point she had grown tired of holding up her wand and had placed it snuggly between her head and left ear. Something black had moved out of the corner of her eye, forcing her to flinch back and away from it. A giggle escaped her lips as she realized it was only a spider that had crawled out of… somewhere. “Jed! Are you afraid of—“ The spider was gone before she could even get her question out. Not wanting to look insane, the badger searched the wall for the arachnid, desperately wanting to find it so that she could finish asking Jed her question. It didn’t take long for something else to steal her attention, something a bit more interesting than a silly spider. There was a giant gap in the wall, probably large enough to fit a thumb, so perhaps it wasn’t 'giant', but it was certainly noticeable if you were to look for it. Quickly the Hufflepuff snatched her wand from its resting place to hold it just under the hole. She peered into the opening, attempting to see what was in it, if there was anything at all. Placing her face so closely to her lit wand proved to be a bad idea, for it took no longer than a few seconds for her left eye to become completely blinded by the soft blue light that glowed so brightly in the much darker passage way. It was a good thing she had two eyes, otherwise she’d be left to suffer the long seconds it would take for her blinded eye to recover. Soon her unharmed eye found yet another opening on the wall, this time nearly perfectly diagonal from the first hole she’d found. A blind eye did little to singe her curiosity, and soon she had placed a couple fingers in either opening, pressing the pads of her fingers against the cool mineral as she urged the stone piece out of the wall. After a bit of effort, she eventually succeeding in pulling the piece of rock out of the wall out, after which she merely tossed the thing to the side. The gap in the wall was a good number of centimeters in width and height, obviously big enough for anyone brave enough to stick their arm in. Leona wasn’t exactly a brave person, but she also wasn’t attached to logic either, her curious nature often beating out any shred of common sense she had. That being said, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that her next move was thrusting her arm into the hidden opening, allowing her fingertips to move past every damp cobweb and other such things until she could feel the back of the wall. Her face was pressed hard against the wall as her hand felt around every corner of the inner wall until it found something freezing. It was bumpy, likely due to a built up of rust or something, and… it could be moved. Unfortunately for her, it was in the far corner of the opening, allowing her fingers to barely brush against it. All she needed was another inch, and so she braced herself to stretch her arm as far as she could, clenching her eyes as she extended her arm deeper into the unknown. A loud thump was heard followed by a sound similar to the clanging of metal and light rumble of gears rotating slowly against a network of other gears. This of course was the result of the Spanish girl succeeding in her quest to pull the lever she had found, though this triumph had come with a price. As soon as her heart settled down from the initial shock of what had happened, Leona noticed a sharp pain in her middle finger had appeared. Apparently there was some part of the lever that had been pointy enough to split open a few layers of skin over her finger, causing it to sting and bleed profusely. Immediately the badger hugged her injured finger into the palm of her hand, a light layer of water coating her eyes as the message ‘you just hurt yourself, stupid’ was sent through every nerve of her body from the tip of her injured finger all the way to her brain. Luckily the sight of the wall opening up was enough of a distraction to tease her into ignoring the pain she felt and instead moved on into this new pathway. Or rather, hidden room?

    Yes, the wall to their right had fallen to the floor and revealed a secret room of sorts. How exciting! Skipping her way into the room, the Spanish girl found, to her surprise, a room that was dimly lit by some unknown source at the top of a spiraling staircase that was across the room. The walls around the room where enclosed with seemingly endless rows of books, all of which were covered in dust. There were a few long desks set up around the room, one in particular containing an abandoned book with scribbles and lines that appeared to map out something, though the badger wasn’t entirely sure of what exactly. There was a strange looking thing that poked out through the side of one of the book shelves; a long tube that appeared to have a thick plate of glass covering the end of it. It sort of looked a funky telescope, but the ever stinging sensation growing in her finger reminded the witch that she had played the curious badger role enough for one day. Looking back at the open book on the desk, Leona noted that perhaps all the lines and scribbles were data from someone attempting to map out the stars above? If this was true, then the old, obsidian colored staircase that seemed to spiral up to the heavens, perhaps, technically, did spiral up to the heavens; the heavens of course being the old abandoned tower that she and Jed had been seeking out. Her eyes gazed up at the staircase, curiously searching for what was letting the small amount of light pour down into the room below. Unable to see anything, the badger merely sighed and rested her weight against the side of the stairwell as she turned to face her companion. “Whenever you’re ready Jed… I think we should go up this way…” It was a bit of a struggle to talk with her mind being so distracted by the now throbbing pain in her finger. Slowly she released her injured hand from the other, grimacing slightly as she unclenched her fist and allowed the dust-filled air to touch her open wound. Why had she opened it… now it was probably going to get infected! Sadly she stared at the wound, feeling her cheeks warm up to a bright red as she realized how pathetic she was… A simple cut on her left finger, and she couldn’t even recall a spell to fix that…</li>
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Jed Emerson
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08 Mar 2012, 00:25 #6

Leona’s childish need to go first down the hallway was simply amusing to Jed, who had only taken the lead because it seemed the thing to do and not because he had any want of his own to do so. He was never really one to lead people, he was more of a follower, and he was perfectly fine with that. So when the girl shoved passed him and exclaimed that she must go first due to the fact that she’d never been as far down the passageway as they were, he let her do so, offering no resistance whatsoever. It was equally as amusing to the seventh year boy when she started talking at him with a number of questions about his adventuring habits: if he skipped class, how many secret passageways he knew of, etc. Jed smiled at the girl out of the side of his mouth in a sort of bemused fashion, unable to hide his curiosity at what exactly made this girl the way she was and said, “I do both, yeah,” though he wasn’t sure she actually heard him. He had never met someone quite like her in his life, for everyone else he knew seemed pretty chill about the world. Leona, on the other hand, seemed excited about it, which was a refreshing change for the boy. Jed sort of envied the girl’s ability to be amazed by everything there was to see, as he had sort of slid past everything there was to see without giving much thought to anything. Her story, which went into a great amount of detail about the time she turned one of her aunts blue, also made the boy envious of her ability to remember everything that happened. Jed’s stories, when he told them (which was rather rare), seemed to lack the amount of effort and excitement that Leona put into them, at the same time missing rather interesting pieces of information that other people may want to know. The boy would never have remembered what he had been smelling at any point in time, not to mention all the sounds and feelings he had had! It was really quite remarkable to listen to her speak.

What made the whole trip much more exciting, though, was the fact that she seemed as curious about details of whatever happened to be going on at the moment as she was about the details of her stories. First there was the movement of what had appeared to be a spider, though Jed couldn’t be sure. Then, she had apparently noticed something in the wall, some holes as Jed could see, and had begun figuring out if there was anything special about these particular holes in the old stone wall. If there was anything, Jed would have to have been let know ahead of time to have even cared. Leona, though, dug deep into whatever happened to be interesting. In this case “dug deep” was the proper expression as well, as she soon had her arm stuck deeply into a hole she had created by pulling a piece of rock out of the wall and connecting two separate holes. The reckless move had had apparently fruitful results, as the wall beside the Hufflepuff boy had opened up and led the two of them into an awesomely designed hidden room. Everything in it screamed “secret lab”, or whatever the wizard equivalent of a secret lab was, but a secret lab for…astronomy. Jed immediately found himself drawn to the old dust-covered books that lined the walls, as they were probably sources of information the boy would never find again. He walked over to the shelves and grabbed one. The cover was so intensely dusty that he couldn’t even read what was on it, and was indeed frightened to blow the dust off for fear of inhaling enough to die, and so he opened it instead. Inside were what appeared to be star charts and things, along with pages of different astronomy-related things. Picking up another book, Jed peered inside. This one was much more exciting to him: written in an old English language (middle, perhaps) were…potion recipes? This was incredibly interesting to the badger, as potions were his favorite thing. The signs were all there, lists of “ingredients” (he supposed, obviously he couldn’t read it very well minus a few words here and there) and the “instructions” below. At that moment, Jed severely wished he had brought a bag with him, but he resigned himself to simply carrying the thing in his left hand.

The boy looked over to the girl when she said that they could go when he wanted to and immediately could tell something was wrong. Leona had been clutching her finger for a bit and had just released it. She was quite obviously bleeding, though Jed had no idea how that had happened. The seventh year moved his wand from where he had been aiming it at the bookshelves without batting an eye and told her, “Well, might as well start your training now, yeah? What better way to learn the effects of spells than by seeing them done?” Next, he said firmly “Episkey”, the main healing spell for minor injuries. The wound on Leona’s finger closed up cleanly, and Jed smiled at the girl. “Episkey is pretty much the healing spell that everyone needs to know, as it can heal just about any minor injury and is relatively easy to cast.” Relatively was a precisely used word here. The spell was at least a sixth or seventh year casting difficulty and it had taken Jed himself a couple weeks to get it to work consistently well. Nowadays, he was so used to being able to cast it that it was easy, but it had taken a little time for him to reach that level. Jed had learned the spell back in the beginning of his sixth year when off on one of his journeys to…not go to class. Being already quite proficient at the idea of healing spell casting, it wasn’t too big of a challenge, but he had no idea how well Leona would handle it. The ability to cast it well relied a lot on your confidence (as all spells do) but also with your want to heal the wound. If you don’t want to do it, the spell won’t work…and it’s a special kind of want. It therefore works better when used on someone you care about, or on yourself. Of course, this is simply what Jed figured out for himself, for he had had no class on the subject, so it may have been only true for him, but to him at least it seemed that healing relied on relationships between the healer and the healee.

After healing Leona, he turned to the stairs, which looked very old and frighteningly rickety. Adventure, though, called for risks to be taken. So the badger walked towards them after nodding to Leona and, after hesitating slightly, stepped onto the first step. It moved so little when he did so that he figured it must have somehow been magically stuck in place. Walking up a few more steps he looked down to make sure the girl was following him, and then continued up them, keeping his still-lit wand out and in front of him, guiding him up the tiny spiral staircase. They went on forever causing even Jed, who was rather fit and strong, to get tired by the time they reached the top. Gasping for breath when he got there, he looked around, swinging his arm hand about to shine the light on everything he could see. He quickly found that this wasn’t necessary, as they had apparently found themselves at the very top of the tower. They were in a tiny circular room lit by two small rectangular windows on opposite sides of the circle. Jed smiled at the fact that this room existed and he supposed at that moment that perhaps no one had been in this room for absolutely ages, not only because of the fact that this room, too, was covered in dust, but because there were no other entrances aside from the staircase they had just entered from. The boy then walked to the center of the room, twisted around, and sat down calmly and smoothly, facing the staircase and Leona, and laying his book on the floor beside him. “So,” he began, thinking it would be pertinent to continue the lesson, though how he was going to do so was certainly a good question. How do you practice healing without anything to heal? “I’m not exactly sure how you want to do this. I’m not really up for hurting myself to teach you stuff, but I’m sure you can get the feeling down like I did when I was learning. So, why don’t you give Episkey a shot, yeah?”
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Leona Santos
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04 Apr 2012, 18:46 #7

  • Soon after asking him what to do, Jed began healing her finger with a wave of his wand and some spell she was fairly sure she had heard before. She watched in amazement as the wound closed up cleanly, the blood it left behind completely gone after a few seconds. What Leona wouldn’t give to have the talent Jed seemed to have… It was silly really – Leona was a seventh year like him, so she should have known at least a little of what he seemed to know, but the sad truth was that she didn’t. Or, well, perhaps she did, but she certainly couldn’t remember anything useful to help in most situations. It all reminded her of their first encounter and how helpless she had felt in not being able to aide her companion when he needed it the most. Pushing those troubling reminiscents away, Leona proceeded to follow after her companion up the stairs. He had hesitated at first, looking at the stairwell suspiciously as if he expected it to collapse. To Leona, the stairs looked pretty sturdy, though she supposed they did appear to be a bit thin and could possibly break. She didn’t bother focusing on that possibility though, not only because she wasn’t really convinced that it would break, but also because she was a bit preoccupied to worry about anything. What was she busy with? Jed, of course! That handsome man was flexing his muscles in all the right places as he walked up the stairs before her. See, now, if they had been walking up at a greater angle in that hidden corridor they had been in earlier, Leona would have never complained that the badger had gone first. Just like now, with Jed shaking what his momma gave him so perfectly, Leona had nothing to complain about. But really, the boy must have been a dancer or something because Leona hadn't ever seen another person move their buns in time with the invisible rhythm in her head before! It was amazing. And it felt as if she were in a private show just for her, which made her feel even more ridiculously happy than normal.

    She did her best to keep her girlish giggling down, or... whatever the noise that was trying to escape from her mouth could be called. It was sort of like a giggle, possibly a weird squealing noise, but whatever it was, it was pretty damn hard to contain. The way he moved was just too darn excitable - she had even forgotten what it was they were even doing, or what they were supposed to be doing... or whatever. Whatever! Jed was fantastically gorgeous and that was really all Leona could focus on. Of course, it wasn't like she wanted to focus on anything else, so... the fact that she was stuck on him was just fine with her. His perfect rear kept her distracted enough that she hadn't even noticed how ridiculously high up the stairs went. She was tired, sure, but she was far more engulfed in her weird, heated daze that she ignored her aching muscles. For the most part. She paid attention to them again as they finally reached the top, prompting Jed and her to be on the same level again. It was a bit hard for her to accept, but she supposed they couldn't keep walking up the stairs, especially since they had reached the top and couldn't go up anymore. Oh well... Perhaps she could enjoy his looks another time. This could really be any time, as it wasn’t just his bottom that was good looking. Well, any time but now, because Jed was already expecting her to perform for him a spell. It took her a bit to remember what it was she was supposed to repeat, but eventually she did and... She took her time with it. The seventh year already knew she wasn't amazing at much, and had a good suspicious that she would fail in performing the spell, so instead of jumping right into it, she wasted a bit of time looking around the room they were in.

    They were apparently at the top of the tower - or, some tower, because she honestly wasn't sure where they had gotten to anymore. The room was clearly underused what with all the dust everywhere, similar to how the room below them had looked. There was really nothing in the room but a couple of windows and... more dust. It was a bit troubling to see that there was only one way in and out, but Leona supposed there wasn't too much that could happen that would create a need for another exit. It wasn't like they would be attacked or anything. Probably. But then again, one could never really be sure...

    The witch stopped herself then. She was starting to get herself paranoid, and paranoia never mixed well with her. The last thing she needed was to have a panic attack in front of her friend, especially since he wasn't used to her and her overly active emotions. With Sterling it might have been alright to panic, but that was only because the Slytherin was accustomed to dealing with her and her absurd ways. Of course, the thought of her other friend reminded her of why she was even bothering trying to learn something she hadn't ever cared for before. It was because of him and his weakness that she wanted to learn how to heal people. Sterling was always getting beaten up, and while he knew perfectly well how to tend to his own wounds, Leona wanted to be able to heal him for the sake of showing him that there was at least one person in the world who cared about him. The snake was always so distant with her, always keeping to himself and not really ever talking with her about much of anything aside from mentioning that she talked a bit more than normal people did. Of course, in Leona's opinion, it was he that didn't talk enough that made it seem like she talked too much. Because, in her mind, she was perfectly fine in how much she babbled about this or that. Besides, even if there were times where she did talk a bit much, it couldn't really be her own fault that she did. The witch just had many stories to share, many things to mention and get out, otherwise what was the point in talking to anyone at all? People just talked to each other, that was just what they did. It was normal and it was acceptable (sometimes) and it was one of the things that the badger happened to enjoy a lot.

    But once again, her mind went off on its own, battling itself to focus on one thing, but failing as it kept moving on to other things. It was sort of annoying how it did that at times, because... Well, Leona wanted to pay attention to one thing at a time, she really did (even if it didn't seem like it at times), but it was a bit hard for her to practice that and she wasn't really sure why that was. Her mind had always functioned like that, or, well, at least for as far back as she could remember it had. But with the reminder of why she was going through this still clear in her mind, Leona took a seat in front of Jed and drew her wand out to do as he instructed. She wasn't really sure how the spell would work when there wasn't anything around to heal - and she surely wasn't going to ask Jed to hurt himself for her - so she supposed what the boy was looking for was how she would cast it; in her voice and in her wand movements. In Transfigurations, wand motions were key, so Leona assumed that was a fact that held true for all types of magic. "Hmmm... Okay." She said, frowning a bit as she began to second guess herself. Shaking her head a little, the badger pushed her doubts away, as they would provide her with no help in casting the spell. Firmly she said, "Episkey!" - imagining in her head that she was healing a cut on her dear friend's face. Once she was done... she had no idea what to do next. They couldn't very well just sit there and recite Episkey back and forth with no way of knowing if it was even being cast correctly. "Jed?" The badger inquired, wondering how to approach him. Once she was certain she knew what she was going to ask, she chirped, "Maybe we can stay here for a little bit and you can share with me what you've learned about healing. Then we can go have lunch!" The witch offered him a cheerful smile after she stopped talking, hoping he would be fine with the suggestion. Leona had no idea what all he would share with her, or on if she would be able to grasp everything correctly, but with him around (and in her own house, even!) she was pretty sure they'd have plenty of time to practice whenever they wanted. Still, she wanted to make good use of the time they had now, and so she prepared herself mentally to focus on everything the boy would tell her as she waited to hear his response and for him to begin the rest of his lesson.</li>
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