Midmorning Malcontent (Open)

[Maritha Raelle]

((Ooc: This thread is open to all be they malcontent or no! You may Rp interacting with me or, if you'd rather, maybe you'd just like to write an Rp that consists of quietly eating your morning toast and jam, getting your owl post and getting the H-E-double hockey sticks out of Dodge! Anything is and all are welcome! ~Mars ))



Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Saturday, 10:02 a.m.



Mars' blue eyes widened cheerfully as the bright, blue surf tickled her ankles. It had been ages since took a dip in the Mediterranean and today she was very much looking forward to it. Eagerly, she walked further into the sapphire waters, her silky, ink colored, surface length hair blew in a graceful train behind her.

She paused as the water now encircled her waist and took in the salty sea air and the nice warm feeling of the sun on her face, her mind strangely blank of any thought but the very present absence of thought.

It was nice.

Since the first of September her thoughts consisted mostly of homework, meal times and the "character building" extra homework she was routinely assigned by Professor Black for habitually rolling her eyes during Care of Magical Creatures.

Her absence of thought was nice. Her absence of legs… Mars gasped and fell gracefully through the jewel like water.

It was deeper than her feet recalled. The smooth pebbles on which they had temporarily resided were gone and replaced by a deep expanse of blue and green swirled ocean. Her eyes took in the bright colors around her. All life was magnified in color; nothing ceased to glimmer and gleam. Even her tail was a shining tangerine.

Mars' eyes ejected themselves from their sockets at the realization. Her tail. She flicked it once and shot straight up. Flicked it again and traveled even further. A wide smile spread across her beautiful, sun baked face.

This was awesome.

She began to test her ability in the water even getting a bit creative with reverse somersaults and figure eights. With a grin to put all mischievous grins to shame, Mars shot like a dart forward cutting a swath of white through the green and blue spirals. She felt free. It was as if nothing could touch her how hard it tried.

She was wrong.

Wham!

Maritha gasped and shot up and out of her reverie. Her eyes began to focus again on the reality of the Great Hall and the ceiling which was still the same slate gray color in which she left it.

Wham!

Groaning, she peeled a clear, square shaped patch from her forehead as the doors of the Great Hall again were savagely shut. She blinked her over large, dark gray eyes a few times in an attempt to encourage moisturization as she wiped the drool that had begun to collect at the edge of her pale, far from beautiful, chubby cheek and onto the raspberry tinted cuff of one of her best dresses.

Mars brushed her bed spring like blond curls from her face and placed the used charm back into the small, beautifully carved oak box that held its brothers and which informed in brilliant ruby letters it was filled with Daydream Charms. She closed the lid tight and pulled the empty plate on the long table closer toward her.

Not much was left on the long Hufflepuff table or any table for that matter. Most of the students it seemed had been gone for sometime as most all the surfaces shimmered as if newly polished. Mars shoved a bit of toast into her mouth and began to pile her plate with sausages, apple slices, bacon, wheat pancakes, and eggs, the few things that whoever filled the tables at Hogwarts had left in front of her.

[Kelly Boodhoo]

Kelly walked down the corridor at a quickened pace, carrying a small spell book in her hand. Of course, she had not meant to oversleep and possibly miss breakfast, but she blamed her troubles completely on the spell book she had been reading until the later hours of the morning. Sure, she was no Ravenclaw, but she did enjoy reading in the peace and quiet of her dormitory while the other students were asleep. Well, mostly quiet as there had been a few snores and a few sounds of students rolling around in their sleep. Concluding that they were having a dream in which they could be running around the grounds or something, she had continued to read.

As Kelly neared the Great Hall, her stomach gave her something that reminded her like a pinch feeling, as if warning her that she better get something to eat in it really soon before it really began to hurt. She had experienced this before and did not quite want to re-live that memory, thus she was walking as quickly as she could toward the destination that was almost always filled with food.

Walking through the large doors, Kelly looked around and, to her great distaste, saw that there was almost no one left there to enjoy a bit of breakfast with. She had been hoping that, even though she was really quite late, there were a few straggling Gryffindors that she would be able to talk to, or even sit near. She wasn’t very familiar with students from other houses, much to her keeping to herself and a smallish circle of friends, yet she was comfortable the way things were. All of the four long tables that would have been littered with food if she had come earlier in the morning were almost bare, a sight Kelly did not want to see at that particular moment.

Glancing around, she caught the sight of a curly blond-haired girl sitting at the Hufflepuff table with food in front of her. The girl, seeming to look at the ceiling with a peculiar look on her face, seemed to be a third or forth year, according to Kelly’s quick glance, and looked as if she had just woken up herself. She was piling her plate with different foods, foods that Kelly's icy blue orbs were eying with self-contained interest at the moment. Hearing a small grumbling noise coming from somewhere around her middle, Kelly made a quick decision and walked over towards the girl, making sure to pick up an extra plate on her way.

“Excuse me,” Kelly said quietly, as to not frighten the girl, “I am not a Hufflepuff or anything, but would you mind me sitting here with you? Trouble is, I woke up a bit late and there is not much food anywhere else and I am rather hungry.” Saying that she was a bit late, Kelly knew, had been an understatement. She had awoken quite late and had even almost missed breakfast. She could smell the aroma of various foods in front of her and it only made her stomach pinch her again.

A small grumbling from her hunger-driven stomach sounded again and Kelly hoped that the girl wouldn’t mind the company, if that is what she was willing to call it, from a non-Hufflepuff.

[Maritha Raelle]

Maritha began to shovel bits of apple into her mouth with something short of abandon. Chewing nonchalantly, she began to mix a pumpkin and apple juice cocktail in the cup before her. Sure to the untrained taste buds this combination would appear quite repulsive but Mars liked it. This unorthodox combination always did remind her of the Pumpkin-Dutch Apple Pie her mother had made what now seemed like ages ago.

Sometimes she missed home, though; she did not have a traditional home. No four walls, no roof for her. Home was just a beat up VW van, piles of pillows, a warm blanket and a trunk for her things. That was the place she thought of as home. Though most of her time in the past two and two-thirds years had been spent in a nice comfy bed at Hogwarts she still missed that musty pile of pillows.

Mars took a drinking straw from the pockets of her dress robes. Plunking it without ceremony into the cup before her, she began blowing bubbles into it like a five year old into a glass of chocolate milk. She about choked, however, when a voice issued from behind her and she inhaled quickly, forcing juice down her trachea.

Coughing and sputtering, she turned to face the girl beside her. She had dark hair, icy blue eyes and a distinct grumbling sound issuing from what Maritha hoped was the girl's stomach. She stared awkwardly for a moment, rubbing her throat.

"Uh, sure, "she managed to say a last in a harsh whisper. "Yeah, um, have a, um, seat. Please." Mars tried to smile politely at the girl but managed no more than a weary one. She turned back toward her food and began again to blow bubbles into her juice. However, as the thought that the concoction was quite ready for consumption formed in her brain, a smack to the back of her head interrupted her bubble blowing reverie.

"Uh, ow," she suggested to the tawny owl who now resided on the table before her. Maritha began to rummage in her pockets for the four sickles she needed to place in the tiny pouch hanging from the creature's outstreched foot. "Er... here."

She watched the owl retract its claw and dunk its head into her juice. Mars shook her head as it flew away and turned to pick her magazine off of the floor where it had landed. Dropping it on the table beside her, she turned her attention toward back toward her juice. Her lip curled slightly at the sight.

"Gross," she muttered. Her juice was littered with bird feathers.


((Sorry that it took so long to reply. Hope my tardiness doesn't discourage you from replying. ))

[Kelly Boodhoo]

Kelly managed a gracious smile before sitting on the bench facing the girl and putting the empty plate down. Looking over the food, Kelly could not decide what she should take first. There was a smaller variety of foods than Kelly would have liked, but she was not about to complain. She had been the one to wake up later than ever and possibly even almost missed breakfast altogether.

Taking some eggs and toast, Kelly decided that she should pace herself, somewhat, instead of shovel as food into her stomach as quickly as possible. Sure she was hungry, but she didn’t want her stomach to start hurting from eating too quickly; it hurting because there was no food in her stomach was enough for her. Looking around, Kelly was somewhat shocked to find that there was a cup of some kind of juice in front of her. The magic of this school has still ceased to amaze her.

Shoving some eggs and toast into her mouth, Kelly’s blue eyes glanced upward to the girl she was currently sitting with. Forgetting her manners was not something that Kelly did often, but the hunger attack had caused her mind to become temporarily foggy, she guessed. Now that she was a bit closer to the girl, Kelly figured that she was most likely a third year, as Kelly could not remember having the girl in any of her classes over the years, though she was never good at guessing a person’s age. The girl even looked content in blowing bubbles into her juice. Even though Kelly did not want to say anything, for the girl had been kind enough to let her sit and eat with her, but she was beginning to think that the girl was a bit childish for blowing bubbles into her juice, though this might be because Kelly herself had never really been able to do childish things in her youth. Thinking that this might be normal for the girl or something, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. No sense in bringing up something quite pointless. Although the girl seemed quite focused on blowing into her juice, creating bubbles, Kelly decided that she might as well interrupt.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think that I caught your name,” Kelly said after swallowing her food. She didn’t want the girl in front of her to think she had forgotten all of her manners. “My name is Kelly, by the way,” she added quickly as an introduction.

Kelly’s eyes then caught the sight of an owl making its way over to the girl that was still blowing bubbles into her juice. Figuring that she better warn the girl, Kelly opened her mouth to say something but another voice filled the air. Instead of warning the girl, Kelly had only been able to open her mouth when the owl crashed into the back of the girl’s head and landed clumsily on the table in front of them. Watching the transaction between the girl and owl, Kelly realized that she hasn’t seen her own owl in a while. She had sent a letter back home but she guessed that they hadn’t replied yet or something.

Hearing the other girl speak pulled Kelly out of her daze. She had temporarily let her mind wonder back to her home and family. She missed them terribly, but the occasional letter or two let her know what was going on back at the old house. Her homesickness, she knew, would be still there if she left the school and went back home, as it is every summer and break. But now, sitting there with the girl was where Kelly wanted to be, no matter how much she missed her family and home outside the school.

The girl was now looking into her juice with what looked like a kind of smile. Though Kelly wanted to know what was so funny when the girl had been somewhat grossed out, she kept her mouth shut. This was not the time or place to be asking questions. Instead, she focused on making her stomach stop growling and hurting by popping more eggs and toast into her mouth.

[Julian Prior]

Julian opened his eyes. That blink had felt exceedingly long. On closer inspection of the world, he noticed that the majority of his house had abandoned him, as well as breakfast. He sighed, that was the third time this week it had happened, but he'd been staying up to watch fireflies and bats in the night sky, so he supposed it was his own fault.

Jools looked in vain for his toast. It seemed the over-excited house elves had tidied it away, again. A couple of times he'd been lucky and managed to retain a nibble bit of toast, but not so today. He rose from his seat and slung his bag over his shoulder. He'd just have to do without breakfast today - not like he hadn't done it before. He made a mental note to get more sleep, possibly in Charms. Not in Transfiguration though; the Professor scared the wits out of him.

The world wasn't quite straight that morning. The floor seemed to ebb and flow, each grey tile an illusion of the light. Walking wasn't as easy as usual, and was rendered even harder by the presence of obstacles, like benches and people. Jools' had a habit of becoming incredibly clumsy when he hadn't gotten the appropriate amount of sleep.

"No more fireflies." Mumbled Jools to himself, crossing the Great Hall. His untied shoelace snagged in one of the cracks on the floor unexpectedly and Julian, not the most co-ordinated person at the best of times, came crashing to the floor in front of the Hufflepuff table.

"Owww..." He groaned, not moving his face from the ground, feeling much too tired and pathetic. Damn those blasted fireflies!

[Kelly Boodhoo]

Kelly looked down at her filled plate with satisfaction. Sure, she has probably almost missed breakfast but even with her being as late as she was, the food at the school was still delicious. Silently, Kelly mentally thanked the house-elves that she knew had made all the delicious food.

Glancing up momentarily, the girl was still looking into her goblet. The girl still had yet to say much but Kelly figured that she was thinking to herself or just fancied staring into her goblet. Either way, Kelly was not about to disturb her. Allowing herself to look back down at her plate, she saw for a moment herself back at her home outside of the school. She could remember all the different foods her mother would cook for her and her siblings, even when she would wake up extremely late as she had this past morning. Still caught up in the memory, she popped some more toast into her mouth before taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.

The sound of something crashing to the ground near her caused Kelly to jump in her seat. The juice that she had been drinking slid down her throat the wrong way. Within moments Kelly began a fit of coughing. Attempting to catch her breath, Kelly looked around for the object that had caused the sound. Though she figured that it had been merely a goblet or plate accidentally falling to the ground, although she was sure she had hear someone say something but it could have been her imagination or the girl in front of her. Kelly was a bit shocked to look around and discover a body lying face down on the ground, which might have explained the voice that she heard. Not knowing what to do, Kelly did the only thing she could think of; geting up from her seat, she moved to the body's side and asked the only question that she could think of.

"Are you alright?"  

[Maritha Raelle]

Pushing her glass aside, Maritha was quite sure she had just lost her appetite, if that was even probable. She'd never passed on food before but the ruined drink before damaged her somehow. For what seemed like an age, she stared listlessly at the undrinkable drink before her.

Mars barely noticed, trapped in her empty reverie, that the girl now seated across from her had spoken to her some time ago. Perhaps it was a side effect of the daydream charm she'd just used or the countless before it. Maybe the niffler abandoned the tiny wheel that barely kept her brain alight. Either way, the words spoken traveled as slow as molasses toward the very part of her brain that processed speech.

Shaking her head slightly, Maritha replied a bit on the absent side and a bit out of the blue, "I'm, um... I'm, uh..." A sound like a slab of meat hitting a cold stone floor cut across her consciousness. She craned her neck to get a better look at the mannish figure that now lay face down on the floor of the Great Hall. "Mars?"

[Kelly Boodhoo]

Kelly continued to stare at the body that was lying face down on the ground. Why wasn’t he getting up? Was he even conscious? Questions began forming in the back of her mind that she hadn’t necessarily wanted to plague her thoughts. It was then that the most important question filled her mind, almost as if she had been dreading it; what house was this guy from? She would not deal with any comments that those Slytherins would surely shoot back at her, yet he had fallen by the Hufflepuff table, or maybe he was like her and just looking for a bit of food on the long tables. Either way, Kelly wanted to know if the body in front of her was alright before figuring out anything else.

Hearing something from the table, Kelly almost didn’t catch what the Hufflepuff was saying. “Mars? Like the planet Mars?” Kelly asked, glancing up. “That’s unique, as in I have never heard of a persons name like that; I liked it. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mars.” Giving the girl a small, friendly smile, Kelly turned back to the body in front of her. The body had still not gotten up or even moved as far as she knew.

“Should we send for someone?” Kelly asked Mars after a few moments, not looking up in case the body moved. “I think he might actually be out.” After a few more moments, Kelly reached out her hand as if she was about to poke one of the shoulders to see if there would even be any kind of response.

[Maritha Raelle]

Mars stared unblinking for a moment at the dark haired girl hovering over the motionless body on the floor. She wasn't really sure what to do but was quite certain that sitting unmoving on the bench was not an adequate solution. Rising slowing and tripping so eloquently on the many layers of her dress, she made her way over the bench and toward the unconscious boy.

"Oh, um... What's, um, your name?... don't, uh, do that," she exclaimed to the girl reaching toward the boy before her. "He, uh, he may, um, be contagious or, uh, something. He, er, could have, um, invisi-fied his dragon, um, pox or something." Mars reached into the many folds of her raspberry colored dressed and drew out her alder wand, "Here, um, use... err... use this." Arm outstretched, she pointed the handle of the wand in the dark haired girl's direction. "Just in, um, case."

Maritha bit her bottom lip a bit nervously and began to tug at her first visible curl. She wasn't very good at these sort of things, 'things' being communicating with others and knowing what to do in unforeseen or dire, if this was dire, circumstances. "Should I, um, get, the school, err, Healer or, um, something?"

[Kelly Boodhoo]

{OOC: I am so sorry that this is so late! I had a writers block and became really sick and it got worse over the past week. Many apologies!}

Not knowing what else to do, Kelly continued to reach out as if to poke the person who was still lying, unmoving, on the floor of the Great Hall. She couldn’t help the thoughts that were going through her mind. The question of what had caused him to be lying on the floor in front of them ran through her mind as if it was on carousel. Still the body had not moved even though it felt as if quite some time had passed, though she was not exactly paying attention to time at the moment.

Hearing Mars’ voice, Kelly turned her attention to the Hufflepuff. Cautiously taking the outstretched wand, Kelly did not want to leave the girl without her wand but it was held out so thoughtfully that Kelly could not seem to refuse and pull out her own wand. Pulling the side of her robes a bit, Kelly would be ready to pull out her own wand and hand Mars back the wand she was now holding if worse came to worse. Giving the girl a small, thankful smile, Kelly looked down at the wand in her hand before returning her eyes back to the other girl. “I hadn’t thought about it being contagious and I would not be happy at all if he had something that was contagious,” Kelly admitted. “Thank you.”

Reaching out once more, Kelly returned her thoughts back to the body in front of her and attempted to poke the unmoving body once again.