The breath before the phrase--Kevin/Open

[QUINN ZEEA VEGA]

The stoop near the temple in Barcelona was rather beautiful in the early morning and it was quite a site when there were no tourists around. Barcelona had been rather incomparible to the dark days spent at Hogwarts. After all, Quinn was a summer girl and she was born right in the midst of the sun itself. But that is a rather long story, one that does not make for good thoughts or reading material. Her eyes closed on the hot days spent with her parents and her sisters leaving a blazing trail of men left to grovel. The summer's were fun and yet quick because in a flash they were over and she was back at Hogwarts slaving over the books. She felt the need for warmth against her skin but could not seem to gather any due to the storm and her roommates insisted on keeping the damn windows open at all odd hours of the day.

Quinn watched the sky belting out with electricity and thunder, a small shiver ran threw her, and she finally had to turn her head away from the storm. She had neatly set her homework in a stack beside her and grined in accomplishment...she loved not having to fret in the morning over unfinished homework. Her chocolate doe eyes finally searched the common room and discovered it to be slightly emptier then usuall. A shrug came as a reaction rather then a thought out movement and Quinn stood up to strech from the hour of sitting. She was in need of a walk and a tour of the castle just to clear her mind.

Somethings were all ways a must when a student was a Ravenclaw for the most part most students or professors will find them studying but at odd hours of the day they are scurring off to get away from school work. Well, atleast that is what Quinn did but mainly because she never believed herself to be a true Ravenclaw like most, she was within those odd cases like Luna Lovegood: intelligent in a different way that defined conventional rules. There were way to many corridors and rooms and Hogwarts and for the most part Quinn was surprised that not one student had been lost in the last couple of months. The disapeering ones were a completely different though. It confused her beyond belief but maybe because she did not truly understand what was happening amongst the students and the wizarding world. Quinn was not completely apart of her new world, She had, during the holiday, spent time with a friend who was pureblood and found it rather unbelievable. The whole idea of magic cleaning the dishes and the house had been incredible.

Stair after stair she caught herself watching them on edge. The bloody stairs had a way of moving and after six years she still was not use to it. Others had found ways to get past them and moved quickly throughout the castle but Quinn had yet to be that adventurous or that caring to do so herself. Her eyes adjusted to the darker corrider which was known as the thrid floor, a hang out for most who liked to skip classes. Her steps were small and some how well thought out. Her mind was lost in the aftermath of one of her mother's concerts and her fingers moved delicatly along a invisible piano. She was alone know but most caught her doing things as odd as this. Quinn did not mind spectators because this was who she was.












OOC: So so short I had to be at work today at 4 a.m. I am exhausted promise it will be better next time!

[KEVIN JAMES ENTWHISTLE]

[/u] mostly because it was his Dad's favorite, but he was in the mood for something less serious tonight.

He gave up on being quiet and started singing down the halls. This was an act normally reserved for the showers, but no one was around so he put his hands in his pockets and sauntered down the hallway, happy to not give a damn. A quick survey of the corridor revealed someone's old crumpled-up essay, and Kevin amused himself by kicking it around like a football. Though not adverse to watching a Quidditch match here and there, he had no passion for it; all of Kevin's sport-related fanaticism was reserved for Manchester United. Though born in London, his father had instilled in him from a young age to support the team from which his family came, and it was probably the only thing Kevin had in common with his paternal grandparents.

Kevin had wound up on the ground floor at some point, where the sky in the Great Hall reminded him that it was incredibly late and probably time to go to bed. He started making his way up, gravitating towards the staircase on the fifth floor that would take him back to the Ravenclaw common room, but not paying all that much attention to where he was going. He had too much to do, between belting out "1921" and kicking the impromptu football up the stairs, to really notice when a shifting staircase put him on the third floor.

After a few paces, it dawned on Kevin that he wasn't going where he should be, so he paused to re-evaluate his location and probable path to his bed. He was in the trophy room, not exactly a close miss from his original destination, and his voice echoed off the many Quidditch cups and awards for service to the school. Though he had a nice voice, the metal distorted it unpleasantly, and Kevin shut up before finishing "Amazing Journey."

Kevin noticed movement in the corridor outside, and set off to investigate, kicking the wad of paper off a random stairwell. A quick look-see revealed that the movement came from Quinn, who was pretty clearly playing an invisible piano and off in her own little world. Kevin walked quietly towards her, trying not to startle her, and asked, "What're you playing?[/ul]

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