Post by Yoko on May 22, 2011 22:44:36 GMT -6
Ooc: Quick Reference: Raphael (Snaketail), Cassiel (Lizardeye) Azazel (Twistedclaw)
Raphael sat, body elogantly curved over the dark wooden desk. His quill scratched away, etching love into every stroke. Another letter with gracious words spilling over the parchment and proclaiming deep trust and love for those who supported his studies here at Hogwarts. These gratitude letters he wrote with excitement but also out of great necessity, for he and his orphan brothers are without fortune until they come of age. Until he turned 17, he had to secure funding for their school supplies via the generosity of other well-off wizarding families.
Finishing the last of the letters up, he carefully folded the parchments and placed them into their respective addressed envelopes. When he rose from his seat, the chatter of other Gryffindor boys stopped and girls turned away as if they had not been staring.
"Where are you off to?" A spiky blond boy asked.
"Delivering some letters."
"Love letters?" asked another blond, with sky blue eyes and shoulder-length hair.
"No, no," Raphael said with a humored smile, much to the relief of a first-year girl who literally caught her breath. "Gratitude letters."
"Cool. Come back later, maybe we can practice some Quidditch."
"Perhaps."
Raphael turned and waved to every person he passed until he exited the dormitory. The Fat Lady bowed graciously, to which Raphael tipped his beret. He placed the flaming red accessory at a fashionable tilt over his thick brown waves of hair and made his way to the stairwell. Briefly, the sixth year wondered if he would see his younger brothers, and as though summoned by his mind's whim, Cassiel appeared on another level, carrying two small books in the nook of his curved arm. With bright green eyes, Cassiel caught sight of his brother and let the staircase he meant to catch pass in favor of meeting up with the elder.
"Good Morning, Cassiel."
The raven-haired Ravenclaw boy nodded courteously. Within seconds they were walking in equal stride down another staircase. Raphael began talking about what a great season Gryffindor was having in Quidditch, and how he looked forward to facing Cassiel in the Spring skies. Raphael was a keeper. Cassiel was a Seeker.
Just as they touched the bottom stair, they both caught sight of flaming red hair. Azazel was leaning against the wall beside the staircase. His eyes were downcast and his eyes were furrowed in deep concentration. He probably sensed them, but the 2nd year Slytherin gave no sign of noticing his sibling's arrival.
Raphael gave a grim smile, left Cassiel's side, and hugged their youngest brother.
"Bad day in the dorms?"
The red-head gave an angry and disgusted sound. Raphael patted his back and released him.
As the eldest turned to leave, the other two fell into step on either side of him. The loquacious brunette greeted every passerby as though they were his closest friend, yet carried on a conversation with his two quieter siblings. He understood their interests and knew what to say to hold their attention, and he sensed their displeasure at certain topics and comments, as though they were telepathic and he could only say the words for all of them.
Once Raphael dropped their letters off to the owlry, they headed to a rather comfortable spot under a tree beside a lake. Cassiel cracked open a book about fairies. Azazel took his wand out and used levitation spells on passing fish. Raphael laid back and watched them both. His dearest brothers, his greatest treasures, an almost perfect sunny day.
And then all hell broke loose.
"RAAAAAAHWAAAH"
Cassiel ducked and rolled, whipping out his wand in a ninja-like stance. Azazel gritted his teeth and faced the direction of the apparent danger. Raphael watched the land with concern. Despite the roughness, he felt certain that the sound was a human in pain.
"RaaaaaHaaaalp!"
There was no further hesitation. The eldest shot forward, the siblings close after, wands at the ready. They darted by the darkened hut of the Gounds gamekeeper and into the Dark forest. The light made the forest floor dance early in, but the howls of pain were deeper in, lost in foggy mist. Their robes snagged. Azazel tripped a few times as he brutally ripped branches out of his way. His small stature made it difficult to clamber over the roots. Raphael slid to a halt and through his hand up for his brothers to halt. Edging forward, the three peered into the foggy pit before them. A human-like figure limped towards them.
"...Elp me!"
Another figure soon followed. A much larger one.
Chapter One: Bold, Cold, Told
Raphael sat, body elogantly curved over the dark wooden desk. His quill scratched away, etching love into every stroke. Another letter with gracious words spilling over the parchment and proclaiming deep trust and love for those who supported his studies here at Hogwarts. These gratitude letters he wrote with excitement but also out of great necessity, for he and his orphan brothers are without fortune until they come of age. Until he turned 17, he had to secure funding for their school supplies via the generosity of other well-off wizarding families.
Finishing the last of the letters up, he carefully folded the parchments and placed them into their respective addressed envelopes. When he rose from his seat, the chatter of other Gryffindor boys stopped and girls turned away as if they had not been staring.
"Where are you off to?" A spiky blond boy asked.
"Delivering some letters."
"Love letters?" asked another blond, with sky blue eyes and shoulder-length hair.
"No, no," Raphael said with a humored smile, much to the relief of a first-year girl who literally caught her breath. "Gratitude letters."
"Cool. Come back later, maybe we can practice some Quidditch."
"Perhaps."
Raphael turned and waved to every person he passed until he exited the dormitory. The Fat Lady bowed graciously, to which Raphael tipped his beret. He placed the flaming red accessory at a fashionable tilt over his thick brown waves of hair and made his way to the stairwell. Briefly, the sixth year wondered if he would see his younger brothers, and as though summoned by his mind's whim, Cassiel appeared on another level, carrying two small books in the nook of his curved arm. With bright green eyes, Cassiel caught sight of his brother and let the staircase he meant to catch pass in favor of meeting up with the elder.
"Good Morning, Cassiel."
The raven-haired Ravenclaw boy nodded courteously. Within seconds they were walking in equal stride down another staircase. Raphael began talking about what a great season Gryffindor was having in Quidditch, and how he looked forward to facing Cassiel in the Spring skies. Raphael was a keeper. Cassiel was a Seeker.
Just as they touched the bottom stair, they both caught sight of flaming red hair. Azazel was leaning against the wall beside the staircase. His eyes were downcast and his eyes were furrowed in deep concentration. He probably sensed them, but the 2nd year Slytherin gave no sign of noticing his sibling's arrival.
Raphael gave a grim smile, left Cassiel's side, and hugged their youngest brother.
"Bad day in the dorms?"
The red-head gave an angry and disgusted sound. Raphael patted his back and released him.
As the eldest turned to leave, the other two fell into step on either side of him. The loquacious brunette greeted every passerby as though they were his closest friend, yet carried on a conversation with his two quieter siblings. He understood their interests and knew what to say to hold their attention, and he sensed their displeasure at certain topics and comments, as though they were telepathic and he could only say the words for all of them.
Once Raphael dropped their letters off to the owlry, they headed to a rather comfortable spot under a tree beside a lake. Cassiel cracked open a book about fairies. Azazel took his wand out and used levitation spells on passing fish. Raphael laid back and watched them both. His dearest brothers, his greatest treasures, an almost perfect sunny day.
And then all hell broke loose.
"RAAAAAAHWAAAH"
Cassiel ducked and rolled, whipping out his wand in a ninja-like stance. Azazel gritted his teeth and faced the direction of the apparent danger. Raphael watched the land with concern. Despite the roughness, he felt certain that the sound was a human in pain.
"RaaaaaHaaaalp!"
There was no further hesitation. The eldest shot forward, the siblings close after, wands at the ready. They darted by the darkened hut of the Gounds gamekeeper and into the Dark forest. The light made the forest floor dance early in, but the howls of pain were deeper in, lost in foggy mist. Their robes snagged. Azazel tripped a few times as he brutally ripped branches out of his way. His small stature made it difficult to clamber over the roots. Raphael slid to a halt and through his hand up for his brothers to halt. Edging forward, the three peered into the foggy pit before them. A human-like figure limped towards them.
"...Elp me!"
Another figure soon followed. A much larger one.
