When I Look At The Stars...

[amelle]

And at the biggest castle in the tallest tower, there sat a Princess, waiting for her true love. Though she knew not when he would come, knew not who he was, she waited. Her company was the stars, her joy was the sun, and in the back of her mind, her sorrow was the thought that he would never come.

Amelle climbed the stairs to the top of the tower, not caring about her body's never-ending protest to just sleep. What waited at the top of the winding staircase was worth more than her resting right now. Reaching the top, she edged the door open slowly, it giving a soft creak. The noise didn't scare her though. These were the sounds of Hogwarts, the sounds she loved. She felt like being alone tonight, no fakeness or attitude. She was wearing a pair of slightly worn-out pumas and yoga pants, her top a wife-beater with a sweatshirt thrown over it. Her wand was ever-present, these were trying times and she could never be completely sure when she was safe.

She stepped through the doorway, her breath catching in her throat. It was a beautiful sight, the stars twinkling in the night sky as if diamonds placed intricately on a black satin cloth. Though the cloth with diamonds would be worth thousands, this sight was priceless. Pushing part of her bangs out of her face, she couldn't help but look up in wonder.

But there was a small dark cloud hovering over this moment. She wished she had someone, anyone to share this moment with. She felt like talking, talking to anyone. But sometimes...

Sometimes you couldn't escape loneliness.

It just stayed there, never fleeing the heart it tortured. And at this moment, she just wished it would go.

[cryos]

A series of muffled crashes and giggles made their way through the door with only a moderate loss of quality. This was, of course, due to the fact that the maker of these noises was drawing closer, and was even soon pushing his way through the door with a bit more energy than desired, nearly sending the wood crashing into the wall, but not quite. Carrying something similar to a Muggle model plane or glider, Cryos almost stumbled his way out into the cool night air, struggling to keep his small sack of supplies on his shoulder, and not tangling with the rather delicate-looking device.

With the decent amount of noise he was making, it took him a moment to notice that he wasn't alone. Immediately, he froze, before thinking to try and hide the flying device. His glasses were nowhere in sight, nor was his half-cape. This night he was sporting a woolen sweater in mixed greys and black wool pants and black shoes. Fairly casual, though the abundance of wool suggested that he was prepared for fire hazards.

As his flying contraption was a bit too big for him to pretend to conceal, he hesitantly brought it back out into the open, smiling as disarmingly as he could, before walking over and hopping to sit on the tower side to Miss Weasley's right, so as to look at her more directly with his brown eye.

"I'd wager money you're out here for a reason or somesuch, hm?" So saying, he leant back a little over the edge, gently resting the device in his lap, and rifling through his bags for the proper additions to this newest batch of trouble.

[amelle]

After eyeing the boy for a moment, she let loose a soft smile."Well, my friend, if you waged money on that you'd be sure to be a wealthy man." she teased, winking a bit. It was nice to have someone to talk to, distract her from what was going through her mind. Leaning back on the wall of the small tower, she breathed deepily, looking up and over at him again.

"Cyros, isn't it?" she mused outloud, more to herself than him."Yes. Cyros. You're in Slytherin. Year above me, I do believe. Yes." Sighing, she felt like her hands need something to do, so she laced them together then placed them on her left hip.

"What brings you to this part of the castle at this lonely time of night? Mischief that most Slytherins wouldn't dare participate in?" she said, her smile growing wider."But, perhaps they do...They just don't want to break the mold." Shifting, she moved to the ledge beside Cyros so her back was on the wall, then looked at him.

"Perhaps our house would be better if they did instead of being so uptight. I don't have much room to talk though, I'm just as uptight as the rest of them. It's a house trait, I guess." she said, giving a wink."Amelle Delacour Weasley, if you didn't already know. I wasn't sure."

[cryos]

Again he flashed a grin at the girl, not bothering to correct her on his name. It was closer than most were, after all. At the mention of his motives for midnight meandering, he chuckled a little then brandished the flying machine, listing to one side as the size and lift of the item put him off balance on his seat for just a moment.

"This marvelous feat of transfiguration and engineering is what brings me up here." Here, he shifted to stand along the tower edge, turning in a circle in mock flight with the flying machine. The delicate wooden skeleton and cloth cover shivered just slightly from the movement, whether through pent up energy or simple frailty, was unclear.

Before he could get too carried away though, he watched and listened calmly as Amelle introduced herself, and philosophized on the nature of Slytherins. He actually hadn't known, though he did have the impression that he'd seen her several times before.

He gave a short, somewhat quiet laugh (they weren't supposed to be there, after all), and shook his head. "I'm sure I'm not the only Slytherin to try their hand at pranks. Most are just cunning enough to not get caught. Then again, you could be right: too busy trying to defend their secrets and learn others' that trouble just passes them by..." Here, he hopped/skipped along the tower edge, arms out for balance. He spun around abruptly to continue, again smiling, having pulled a bottle from his bags during the spin.

"I'd rather like to think I'm right, though. It lets me think that there's hope for the lot of them, yet." At this point his smile to a positively devious smirk, as he gestured first with the aircraft, then the small, red, corked bottle.

"And now, would you like to bear witness to the most impressive and marvelous stunt to grace the walls of Hogwarts in decades? Or... would you like to be a part of it?" he asked, offering the little red bottle, the final ingredient before everything began...