Fanged Frisbees ;; open to all

[Tyler Lestrange]

T Y L E R x L E S T R A N G E
Saturday 01:30pm ish

The smirk upon his face, the look of triumph was more than visible upon the seventeen years olds face. You would have thought that he had just won some bet, resulting on him being given at least a hundred gallons, maybe even just been told that he had been voted the best looking student in Hogwarts, no actually, he already knew that one. Or maybe he had even just been asked out by the girl he had been fantasying about being with for years. Perhaps he had just been offered the job as auror when he finished Hogwarts, his dream career. However none of these were true. Tyler had in fact just finished with his girlfriend. Only five minutes ago was his eyes filled with sorrow, his body language of one that was being forced to do something that he really didn’t want to go along with.

“It’s not you,” he explained to a tearful girl that was not left alone on the Quidditch pitch, “It’s me, I just don’t think I’m ready for a relationship. You know how much my school work is suffering and it being my last year and all. As soon as this is all over I’ll be straight back to you baby I promise. You the only girl for me, just not right now.” And as soon as his back was turned upon her did he wear the facial expression he did now. Gaud didn’t it feel good to be free, single again and the girls were at his pick once more. Okay so Tyler wasn’t the most honest of people when it came to breaking up relationships but she had been stupidly over protective from the beginning. Everyone knew about Tyler Lestrange, his popularity, his flirtatious manner and his title of being the player of Hogwarts, but they still went out with him. More fool them really, perhaps they thought they would be the ones the change him, show him what love was?

The cool winters air breathed through the boys dark brown hair, the sun hung brightly in the sky giving the lakes waters a warm glow. It was the perfect winters afternoon, more like spring but then England’s weather was so random he had come to expect it. Wearing his usual red Converse trainers, faded light blue jeans and white hoodie he walked along the edge of the lake. His light blue eyes studying each and every girl that he might pass, each one he had already been with before. He had to admit that he did have a bloody good memory for the girls he had been out with, after all he hardly wanted to get with someone he had already been with before now did he.

A large willow tree leaned gracefully towards the lakes waters, it's leaves brushing the surface lightly and Tyler look a bee line towards it, burring his hands into his hoddie pocket. I was his favourite place to be, especially in the summer months. A number one location, with the breath taking view to just sit and think, also on occasions the prefect location to pull. Sitting down the boy leaded his back against the trunk and sat crossed legged. His gaze moved to watched a group of first play a game of catch with a fanged frisbee. They looked so carefree that it was almost surreal. How could they derive such great pleasure from the simple act of throwing and catching a piece of plastic that was determined to bite off ones fingers? Nevertheless, the look of pure enjoyment on their faces was amusing, and somewhat comforting, Tyler couldn't help but smile slightly.

[Eva Jane Kroes]

The day was beautiful, full of fresh air and warm weather delight. No wonder she hated it, Eva that is. Her favorite time of year was winter with its cool weather that always promised pleasurable wishes to her skin, and yet never pleasing enough to her mind. Her skin was pale, translucent compared to most of the students who lounged around the striking lake as if it was summer already. Summer was something she didn’t look upon as great, or fantastic. No, it was just another reason for her to go back home. To be alone in the darkness that shrouded her minds eyes, it was quite maddening. Nevertheless she couldn’t wait to get back to her dreariness life along side her father and siblings.

The maids would probably flourish with the sight of her face again, though she doubts they would have missed her as much as they would have missed the baby of the household. Her sister would make them all smile, sweet and innocent as she was. Ivan would make them proud to see such a handsome young man walk through the French door. Now Eva would see deranged expressions on they’re lips, which would only make her wonder what they really thought about her.Did she resemble her inflexible, shadowy father? Or how about her charming, handsome faced mother? If it was her mother she resembled, her feelings of not belonging would be rather cheerful. But if they were to tell her she resembled her father, which was practically true, she’d know she was doomed to travel the way he did through life. He was Always grimfaced with pleasure at the sight of another’s pain with an obsession with the past that she would never understand, even if she tried. Things couldn’t get worth with her already planned out future, could it?

As Eva made her way around the lake, it’s waters gleaming with a striking color, arms crossed against her nicely defined chest, skin bristling with nothingness from the sun, she noticed quite an amount of people about playing mindless things she’d never care about in they’re every day clothes. While she dressed in her usual black clothing, Black scarf nicely fitted black dress, black flats. What else wasn’t new? Eva always kept her wand by her side, ready for use incase necessary tucked away in her coat pocket.

Her inert eyes ventured to the willow tree were she’d spend most of her days thinking of old memories, the passed reminiscences, but as she neared someone was already there. A boy of about her age she’d have to presume, and yet she recognized him off the bat., the thespian who thought of himself as something more than the rest. With this awareness, a gruesome smile made itself aware on her blood red lips. She neared the enormous oak tree, never breaking her stride for the flying fanged Frisbee, or the running teens who went for it and managed to stop and stair in her direction in the process. Some would she was frightening beautiful with smooth pale skin and dark, black hair. But inside she felt different, unchanged by the years, she didn’t feel attractive at last that was the conclusion she had come too.

[Alex Falconer]

Alex was tired again. She seemed to be tired a lot these days. What with her studies, homework, Head Girl duty, Quidditch Practice, and her secret Auror research she was beginning to droop. Something was going to give soon, and it was only a few weeks into the first term. Alex had never been one to give up though. Her performances in class and on the Quidditch pitch were the same as always, and her research was coming along nicely. Alex never gave attention to her own bodily safety- hence her dangerous and reckless way of playing Quidditch and making new spells, and her ignorance of the fact that her body needed sleep. The slight but noticeable patches under her eyes she ignored everyday. The few seconds she bothered to look in the mirror in the dormitories- simply to make sure there were no random tufts of hair stucking up rather than to apply make-up or spruce up her appearance- were fleeting. Alex had never really considered her looks anything special. She wasn't the sweet and shy beauty that some boys liked, now the smuldering temptress other's went for. She was just... normal. She was... pretty... a little. The fact that there were many boy's willing to ask her out was a fact Alex was never conscious of. Most of these guys never got up the courage though. With her popularity and skill in duelling most were too afraid of her wand or sharp tongue to come anywhere near asking her to be their girlfriend. Whether Alex wanted to boyfriend she wasn't sure. She would just have to see what she felt if someone asked her out... Though at that right moment she felt that a boyfriend on top of everything else might be pushing her luck.

As she strode through the grounds her school robes flowing behind her, she watched students carefully. Being on duty could be incredibly interesting- for one thing she knew a lot more about people than other's thought she did now- or it could be rather dull. It depended on what was happening.

An elegant and confident stride caught her attention as she saw a girl walked over the grounds. Now there was a "smuldering temptress" if ever Alex saw one. The girl was older than her- a year older, and wore the black and green of a Slytherin. Alex knew the girl. Evan was known for both her beauty and her cold shoulder. The girl displayed all the warm of an icicle, her pale skin and dark flashing eyes enough to both frighten and insnare males of all ages. She wore aloofness like a cloak, and it swam around her just as much as her robes did. Alex turned her face towards the sun to see where she was walking to... And spotted a familiar face.

Knowing what may happen when that particular Slytherin came into contact with that particular Gryffindor Alex thought she would stay clear of it. She didn't mind public shows of affection but had never been one to watch. Then, as she was about to turn away another thought struck her. Sure, both Tyler and Eva were the opitomy of good-looks but that didn't stop them being a Gryffindor and Slytherin. Forgetting any match-making ideas, Alex picked up the pace and moved quickly after Eva, coming to stand near Tyler.

Tyler was the Seeker for the Gryffindor team that Alex was Chaser for. Out of the three of them; Rose, Tyler and Alex, Rose had been the first to join the team as Beater in her second year. Then Tyler joined mid way through that year. Alex didn't join until six months later- a year after Rose did, when a previous Chaser left the school. However, the Captain before Rose had made the good decision of re-trialling all of the team members when new ones joined each year. This meant that Alex had been nervous of treading on Tyler's toes. Alex had never been interested in the position of Seeker, but that didn't stop the fact that she was Zac Falconer's daughter- one of the best Seekers in the world. The Captain at the time had actually thought she was trialling for Seeker to begin with. The only other position Alex played was Beater occasionally if a team member was out of commision and re-shuffling had to be arranged. She had a strong arm but no way near the aiming ability and natural talent of Rose. She was glad however that her and Tyler had never been on bad terms- Alex had started off as suitably meek as the new team member and tried to make it obvious that she wasn't going to try and over-shadow anyone with proclaimations of her Quidditch history. She played only to prove her own skill- not her father's.

As she approached Tyler she stood up to her full height in a mocking way- the top of her head only reached Tyler's nose- and she was tall!- and said:

"My my what have we here?" She shook her head making a tsking sound. Her eye ran over his clothing. "Not in school uniform Mr Lestrange?" She smiled warmly, despite the tired strain that edged at her mouth. Though she was friendly with Tyler and had noticed his good-looks; most girls at Hogwarts had- she had never gone out with him. They had always just been friends. Alex atributed this to the fact that she was too busy to fancy anyone and that she wasn't Tyler's type. They just acted like friends of mutual sex- the fact that they were a boy and girl never seemed to really register to Alex. The same as her relationship with Ethan... Well... aside from when they pretended lovey-dovey just to annoy Rose- then they used their boy/girl relationship to their advantage...

Alex turned her smile on Eva, and tried to hold it but it did slip a little. Any who knew Alex, knew her anger at the Slytherins- her hostility to the House. Though Alex knew that this was a little unjustifiable and tried not to do anything unless provocted, it took very little to get her wriled up... Anyone who had known Alex more than a week knew this and Rose was one of the chief restrainers when it came to calming Alex down... But still, she tried to smile...

((OOC: Hope this is okay. As I haven't roleplayed with either of you two yet I thought I'd try to make something out of nothing here... I hope what I said about the Quidditch team was okay Tyler! And I think I'm alright my description of you, right Eva? ^^))

[Tyler Lestrange]

T Y L E R x L E S T R A N G E
Saturday 01:30pm ish

A cold chill of wind blew through the air and the boy shivered slightly, evidently it England wasn’t going to be that nice to the British people and only give them the warmth of a sun they so desperately desired on a winters day. Tyler’s light blue eyes watched the first years, his gaze following the frisbee as it got flung back and fourth. Secretly he was hoping that one of them would get a finger bitten off, or something of a similar grotesque nature. He wasn’t one to be squeamish of blood, gaud no, in fact rather sickly he thought anything even vaguely gorgy was cool, even if it were himself that felt the pain and gaud had he had felt enough pain over the years. Being on the quidditch team and his love for playing the hero he had been to the hospital wing far more times than he could remember and in his mind, though technically it probably wasn’t true but he told everyone else anyway, he had broken near enough every bone in his body.

His nose had been smashed by a beaters bat, thanks to a rather butch Slytherin girl who accidentally on purpose didn’t realise that the bluger was actually over the far end of the pitch and thought that it must have been attached to the Gryffindor’s seekers nose, or something and so…smack…full blow in his face and with a crack the boy fell right off his broom, smashing into the ground that was luckily only about ten foot bellow him. Ending with him being unconscious he had awoken in the hospital wing a few hours later only to find out that the whole incident had near enough ended in one massive punch up, forget the wands they were doing it muggle style and all he cared about was that he missed all the gore. Still half the Gryffindor team also ended up in the hospital wing that night, as did a few Slytherin’s and so they had near enough carried on where they left off. Landing them all in a months detention and were told that they were lucky they didn’t have quidditch banned full stop.

Tyler Lestrange laughed at the memory, at least that girl had paid for smashing his nose in. One of the perks with having so many girls fancying you, they all want to impress you. Well after all the lads could hardly smacked her clean in the face now could they and in the end a small ginger head Hufflepuff girl two years below him, that he never even knew existed ended up cursing her in the grand hall right in the middle of the heads speech for it. Apparently having a massive crush on the seventh year Gryffindor for years and of course Tyler had to thank her for it. Not that his gratitude lasted much longer than the rest of that night and by the next day had moved on to a better girl. Okay so maybe more a better girl, just another one. This boy was one to get bored easily and to him there was always someone better around the corner. Although, in reality there really wasn’t a girl that in his eyes was perfect enough for Tyler Levi Lestrange.

A smirk, maybe a cheekiness in a slight smile touched his lips as his gaze was distracted from the more than harmless game of frisbee to a dark haired girl and as his eyes moved down her curved body he bit down on his bottom lip. If you knew Tyler you would know that look, the facial features he always used when he saw a girl that took more than his interested. Although, and lets be honest here, a girl to take his interest wasn’t a hard task. As long as you looked like a female, wasn’t over weight and not the most unpopular person in your year he was interested. Although he did have a particular love from brunettes, especially curvy ones. Tyler couldn’t stand stick thin girls, not that that really stopped him. Eyes back on her face he studied her features for just a second before agreeing with himself that she wasn’t an ex of him. And so his lips parted and he was about to speak when he heard another’s voice, a girl that he knew well and instantly his gaze moved from the brunette to another though Gryffindor and the girl that was far to busy in her life to deal with such minor things like having a boyfriend in her life.

Tyler titled his head to one side at her speech, “Well its Saturday and unless there is a sudden rule that has been put in place saying that school robes have to be worn twenty four seven I see no need for you to be pulling me up on such a matter. Though please, by all means give me detention, as long as it is a private detention with you Miss Falconer I think I would be more than happy to imply to the school robes at weekend rule.” Once more the smirk reached his lips as he looked back to the other girl for a second as she drew nearer. Yes he knew her, his year right? A Slytherin. Not that that mattered of course, he was a Lestrange and so he couldn’t help but have a weak spot for the house, regardless of what others in his own should think.

[Alex Falconer]

Alex's mouth twitched upwards at his flirting. Her hand held her wand, as it always did around a Slytherin and she flicked it ever so slightly. A hand- ghostly and white, yet still solid- appeared in mid air behind Tyler's skull and back-handed him in the back of the head.

"Yeah, yeah, charmer." She said, her words accompanying the whack. She was evidently unimpressed by his words and yet she was still smiling. "And believe it or not you actually are supposed to wear your robes twenty four seven- how can you be a seventh year and not know that?" She raised her arms a little and looked to the sky as if asking the clouds for the answer to her question. Then her smile depended. "I tell you what- since you're so wonderfully flattering I'll let you off." she said, patting him friendily on the shoulder. Looking at the expression on his face, she turned back to face Eva. "I've seen that look before." She told Tyler, referring to his expression. Rolling her eyes she walked around behind him and placed both hands on either of his shoulders and muttered near his ear. "Sorry mate- So not in your league."

Stepping away, she moved away and stood a few feet away. She didn't trust any Slytherin enough to leave Tyler alone facing her- he could probably take care of himself but at the same time Alex never missed an opportunity to curse a Slytherin. She stood about four feet away from him under the tree. Reaching up she secured her hands behind her head, her elbows out. Her robes then of course parted to show her male school uniform- she was even wearing trainers. She tilted her head to one side and placed most of her weight on one hip comfortably, then raised her voice to say to him. "I'll just stand here and watch Mr Lestrange work his magic shall I?"

Alex's eyes flashed dangerous. She always loved to tease Tyler about the way he had with girls. And the fact that he had never managed to put her under his spell- at least she didn't think so. She liked him well enough but having never had a boyfriend she wasn't sure what the signs were of liking someone enough to go out with them. A small frown furrowed her smooth forehead, as she contemplated this. Did she want a boyfriend? She wasn't sure. Having not had a brother either it was hard to distinguish feelings of brotherly love as it were. Did she like Ethan in a brotherly way? Yeah... she thought so... though it was hard to tell... And Tyler? Hmm... He was fun. She liked him as a friend- whether more than that, she couldn't say...

The small line between her eyebrows was half hidden by that sweep of hair that she never could manage to lock behind her ear. Sometimes she wished that she had her long braid back- the plait had hung nearly to her waist but after a while she had grown tired of it always being in one style and there was only so much you could do with so much hair. So she had cut it, and now it hung in a sleek yet a little poofy longish bob around her face. Everyone said it made her look older, more sophisticated and more... spunky- not boy-like but definitely not feminine. She had to agree with them but at the same time it's short length was annoying her. Maybe she'd try a hair growth spell and make it longer again...

Snapping back to the present and her teasing of Tyler her smile returned. It still didn't light up her face as much as normal though. Her mouth seemed to droop a little at one side. She was loosing her energy. Reaching round, from where her hand had rested on the back of her head she rubbed her eye with the pad of her hand and stiffle a yawn, then returned her hand to behind her head. She would need to go to the kitchens in a bit and get something to eat. She needed energy or she wouldn't last the day...

[Eva Jane Kroes]

As she neared the Oak tree, Evan couldn’t help but take her time walking. She did have all the time in the world, why rush herself when she didn’t have too? Eva was meek in her own way, different from the way people say her. It hurt sometimes to hear the harsh words other girls said about her, and yet it was almost endearing in a pathetic sort of way. She wasn’t put down for long by there harmful words, why should she be? Eva new better than to listen to they’re resentful talk, her beauty was grand but put to ill use as some would say, on a Slytherin girl. When she had been growing up, Evan didn’t always look like this, somewhat shrouded in darkness with malicious eyes. They used to be soft and coated with sweet, soothing notions. Like her mother. But as the years seemed to pass by her looks started to grow differently making her differ fairly from her brother and sister.

Eva leered at the Tyler, noticing the way his eyes trailed down her body. The staring she was used to, the reaction she would get from most boys in her dorm was the same. It made her smile at the way all guys seemed to retort, not differing from who they were, or what house they were in, all men were the same. Her face was indifferent as a girl came from behind her and made her way to the spot Eva was nearing. Now this was different, the stance the Gryffindor girl took a swift stance behind him, as if Eva was going to hurt him. Please, she had better time and use of her wand than to exercise it on Tyler Lestrange. Eva scoffed at the girl, recognizing her by her robes and face. She never forgot a face, especially the ones not from the Slytherin household.

She cocked her head to the side, studying the two Gryffindor students, her face blank and placid at the times notice. She came to a stop before the two, smiling at their expressions. “Is it the black clothing? Does it not please the eye?” she asked, looking at her legs, back to her arms then to the two in mockery. She grinned, noticing the defensive stance Alex was in. “don’t worry Alex, I’m not here to damage your pretty little Gryffindor heads. . .” her voice trailing off in her appeasing drawl. She leaned down in front of Tyler, crouching to stair at him. “You’re in my spot, Lestrange” she pointed out with a bored expression, teasing him with her dancing eyes. She didn’t mean anything by it, for all she new he hated her for the house she was in. It didn’t matter to her, whether you’re in Gryffindor, Raven claw or Hufflepuff, what mattered was the blood you came from. Evan stood up and looked Alex over smiling. “don’t worry darling, I’m not here to take lover boy away” she said, raising her hands in a defensive manner.

[Alex Falconer]

Alex roared with laughter. It was obviously put on, and she was bent double wiping fake tears from her eyes before she stopped and looked over at Eva. "Aaaah, you're hilarious." Her expression became immediately sober, just to show how she'd been mocking Eva's joke, and she folded her arms defensively. "And that "spot" as you claim it was Tyler's first- though if you're really luck yhe'll probably just decide to sit on your lap." She grinned maliciously.

In her first few weeks at the school she had been bullied constantly by Slytherins. There was no negating the fact. She had lived a private hell at their hands because of her father's reputation and her half-blood status. The fact that she was brilliant at magic and on the Quidditch pitch hadn't impressed the Slytherins but had instead put them off her even more. They didn't like the fact that Alex could do so much and yet still be a half blood. And so they had made her life a torment. They had made her their toy. And from that day forward Alex had hated Slytherins with a passion burning deep in her gut. It didn't matter how many times she told herself to stop it, and that she was unjustified. It didn't matter that she had long since escaped from being the victim and now faces cruel comments with her head held high. What matter was the fact that she had been emotionally scarred. Melo-drama aside her few weeks at Hogwarts haunted her and kept her hate for Slytherins alive and healthy.

"Why don't you move your arse and ego Slytherin?" She asked Eva, though of course the question was rhetorical. She looked over at Tyler wondering if he was still willing to make google eyes at the girl. Probably... She thought. He'd just see it as a tougher challenge. That's why boy's were stupid.