-- she talks [OPEN] to angels

[katniss]

Katniss stared up at the ceiling in her dormitory, idly twirling a loose thread on her comforter around her finger. She was bored. She'd been bored all day, ignoring whatever homework she had been assigned and instead sleeping for about thirteen hours, ignoring everyone and everything. But she had spent up all her sleep time and was now about as tired as she would be if she had just drunk an entire gallon of Red Bull. And what now? She sighed and rolled out of her bed, landing lightly on the cold wooden floor. Where was there to go? Not the library, of course, and all of her friends were. . . well, she didn't have that many friends, and she didn't know where any of them were. The owlery, maybe? She'd always loved just sitting in there watching the owls fly around, listening to them hoot and stroking their sleek feathers. She didn't have an owl of her own, although she'd rather like one.

The sun was trying to peek over the horizon, clawing it's way up into the sky in an effort to spread it's warmth and joy over the camp. A cold breeze suddenly wafted through, chilling her to the bone. Katniss shivered and pulled her thin sweater more tightly around her; she wasn't expecting it to be quite that cold. But, thankfully, the wind was away before long. It was shaping up to be a nice day--no clouds except for the wispy, threadlike, white feather clouds of ice crystals, cirrus clouds that held no promise of rain. Katniss, although she had absolutely nothing against rain, loved the feeling of the sun on her skin. Rain just didn't make being outside as enjoyable as it generally was. While she knew it was pretty important for the world to have rain, she didn't really like to stand outside while it poured and she got soaked to the bone. It just wasn't her idea of a good time. The sun was a welcome arrival in these times as well, since it had been fighting the mists and the grey haze for months now.

The Owlery came into view and she smiled as she walked up the stairs, being careful not to slip on the ice. It was always hard for her to walk on frozen stairs, frozen floors, frozen anything, really, since she had a bit of a penchant for being rather clumsy. She gripped onto the wall to steady herself, breathing deeply from the steep climb. She stepped into the warm, humid air of the Owlery--really, the only bad part of the place was the smell--and couldn't help but smile. She loved the owlery, she loved the owls--they were so much more easy to get along with than actual people since they didn't judge and they couldn't speak. She smoothed down the feathers of a snowy owl and fished an owl treat from her pocket, letting the snowy nibble on it. It was peaceful up here, with the quiet hoots and the occasional nips and nibbles of beaks. It made her happy.

--- W O R D S - five thirty three
--- T A G G E D - n/a
--- L I S T E N I N G T O - n/a
--- N O T E S - n/a
--- CREDITS -
drfrankensara of CAUTION for the header
baylee of CAUTION for the text

[.THE SORTING HAT !]

(I will reply to this with Scorp, I'm a bit busy at the moment)

[.SCORPIUS HYPERION MALFOY !]

Scorpius wasn’t completely crazy about the winter season. It wasn’t the cold or the snow what bothered him. He had grown with both of those things and at sixteen, he was pretty used to all that. The real reason behind his dislike was that the winter season usually meant cancelled needed Quidditch practice sections. As of now Slytherin wasn’t doing that great in the game, they couldn’t afford to keep missing practice. But with the current snow storm, there was little hope for practice today. Scorpius turned around to look at his dorm mates, he could tell that at least two were still sleeping. Not bothering to waste a snow day and getting up early like Scorpius himself had done.

He took a deep breath, the room at least was warm. But he knew he wouldn’t want to stay there for the whole day, his current relationship with his old friends wasn’t the best. He could ask the Headmaster for a transfer, but that would just look life fear to them. It was also a good opportunity to gather information from them, this were children of Death eaters any bit of information could be useful to the Order. But not even that detail would keep Scorpius in this room, he picked a heavy coat and walked out. He wasn’t going to the grounds, but the towers at this time of year were as cold as the dungeons themselves. He had wanted to visit the towers for a while now, talk with his sister and maybe visit his owl.

His visit to his sister went on for longer he had imagined, before his trip to the Owelry he had gone down to get something to eat. Finally he walked slowly up the steps, they were frozen and dangerously slippery. He tried to use a few warming spells on them, but that would just make the trip longer. He walked into the room, feeling the cold weather coming through the windows. The owls were used to eat, the feathers a protection from the cold weather. But Scorpius wasn’t, wrapping his coat tighter around himself he walked toward his own owl. He picked the small animal up and walked toward one of the windows.

The white owl had been a gift from his grandparents, it had flown from Hogwarts to Malfoy Manor almost every week. Now it hardly left Hogwarts. He smiled at it, giving it some food and settling it between the folds of his coat. He missed his home and his parents, he missed his grandparents and everything he had once had. He didn’t miss Bellatrix much, her death had affected him. But she was gone now and that changed everything. He wished he could go back home now, but he didn’t even know who was in charge of the Death Eaters, he doubted his return would be welcomed. Plus the Potters had done so much for him, it wasn’t like he could betray their trust like that.

Scorpius train of thought was interrupted by the sound of someone joining him in the owlery. From where he was sitting it would be difficult for someone coming in to see him. Instead he called out, not really shouting. “Hello?” He didn’t want to scare the owls, but his voice was loud enough for the other person to hear it.

(I'll make it oretty when I get back from school)