Daydream Away - Open

[Theodore Remus Lupin]

you're just a daydream away
i wouldn't know what to say if i had you

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Ron sighed, this place wasn't his taste, really it was the same as his time, but nothing was the same. He didn't have his parents, or some of his brothers. Where was Fred? Or Bill? Charlie was here, by some weird turn of events. He had George, and Ginny; but where was everyone else? His parents? Were they at home, or something worse? The thoughts kept him up at night, and he'd been getting thinner, he knew people could tell. Not like it mattered, no quidditch for him here, it seemed. He didn't care, silly game anyhow. He didn't want to play, or so he told himself. He didn't want that to be just another thing he had to bother him really. He had enough to bother him, but at least he had Harry and Hermione to calm his nerves, but really, his nerves were shot, and he knew people could tell.

He left the towers, having missed his last class. He didn't care, no one knew him here. He climbed back towards the towers, but he didn't want to stay in the room, so he changed, and he moved even farther up the towers. He found himself wandering up more stairs, and eventually found himself outside. He hadn't brought a coat, which was a bit of a mistake on his part, but he honestly couldn't feel much, so he figured he'd live. He looked up at the sky, the clouds thick and gray. They were typical weather of this time of year, so maybe everything wasn't different, the year was, but the weather remained constant. The stairs beneath him remained covered in snow, and slippery as ever. The owlry remained loud, and he dropped his eyes, having just caught himself listening for the once irratating hoot of Pig, but he knew there was nothing to listen for now.

He moved up the stairs, and he moved through the darkened doorway, looking up. Owls everywhere. He wanted to call out, scream and tear around till he found his tiny owl, but what good would stirring the fowl up do? None, Pig was not here. His mother wasn't here, neither were his other brothers. He was as nearly as familyless as Harry and that thought bothered him very much, as horrible as it was for him to say. He didn't care, he wanted his loud, annoying family back. Bloody hell, he even missed Percy! It was getting serious, more serious then Sirius Black, when he realized he missed someone like Percy.

He moved out of the doorway, and he moved back to the rail, looking over the grounds. He leaned, his elbows falling into the snow, his arms holding his thinned chest. He wanted to scream something, see how far his voice would carry, but he was just feeling off today, he normally would never have been out in the snow, wanting to scream at trees. Echoes existed in the past right? That wasn't something new? He knew he was losing his mind now, of course echoes existed. Everything he had, or most everything, existed at this time, it wasn't like it was that long ago, only a few years here, and some more there. No big deal, right? Right?

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[bellatrixblack]

Bellatrix sighed. She couldn't figure out what she could exactly do today, and it was really bothering her, after all, it had started getting weird around the school. All these people from the future. She had begun to worry about the plans she and the others were set out to achieve. Now that all the future people were here, what would happen? What did they already know?
She shook her head, her black curls shaking around her face, this was stupid. It was the Dark Lord. He would one day take over this infested and sad excuse for a Wizardry community.

She lifted herself from the large cushioned chair in the Slytherin Common room and headed out for a walk, perhaps she could go to the owlery and send her parents a message about the events of the school.
She climbed the stairs, taking one after another. She felt this was a ridiculous walk, cursing the old man that prevented disapparation the school.
She stopped a moment, smoothing out the wrinkles in her school skirt. She wore it higher than normal, but she liked the way she was, after all, she was still young.
She momentarily though back to the woman in Hogsmeade. She knew it was herself in years to come, and looked as if she had a hard life, therefore Bella reasoned that this would be the time to allow her beauty to be swept across the school. She giggled at herself, as if she had to do that.

She reached the owlery and grabbed a torn piece of parchment and a quill. A small letter was what became of the dirty torn piece and she tied it to the House owl. It usually stayed where the last letter was recieved, which she liked.
The claws scratched her skin as it climbed to her arm, awaiting for it's master to take it to the window, but when she tore her eyes away from the owl, she noticed a boy, noticeably younger than she, and with red hair. Bella almost gagged at this, There was such a thing called hair dye, didn't they know that? But she found him oddly familiar. Perhaps and offspring of one of the low-life sin Gryffindor, maybe Hufflepuff.

She saw he was deep in concentration, which she didn't care.
She let the owl go and she stood next to him, her eyes staring after the owl as it gracefully flew through the sky.
"This place is for those that are sending owls or receiving, and since you don't look like your doing either, I'm going to presume your trying to perhaps steal somebodies owl? It doesn't look as if you could afford one..." She smirked without looking at the boy, he was already deemed below her anyway, why not have a little fun?

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