Come Fly With Me [Open]

[Neal Nott]

Hogwarts had always been a comforting place besides the dark and dank dungeons he lived in most of his time there. But his main love was for the quidditch pitch. It hadn't mattered that there was so much snow on the ground that he was slicked wet to his knees before he had even gotten half way to the pitch. His broom in his hand as he marched his way towards where he was going to fly. Of course, if his brilliant brain had thought of it, he could have just flown to the pitch itself to help alleviate the actions of getting soaked. Neal got to the pitch and saw that most of the snow had been cleared, but for what purpose? He wasn't honestly sure. When he thought about it the pitch should be covered with some sort of invisiable dome that would help prevent the snow from falling in or on the pitch at all. It would be a conveniant way to leave this open for the students throughout the winter even though quidditch was far from being in season. Brandon began with hovering over the snow while he set a drying spell on his pants and shoes. Once he was dry he lifted himself a bit farther with a large grin.

Cold and damn the air hit his face, and he knew that within hours the snow would be falling again. Today the wind had not been so terrible. For hours Neal was up there contemplating his life. He had managed to become the Head Boy and keep his top marks, but that hadn't been very fullfilling. So far his path and course work at Hogwarts has been focused in politics, but was he sure that was what he wanted for his life? A ministry work with a tight tie polished shoes and pin striped suits? No, that was his father's dreams. Quidditch was a passion, but not what Neal wanted with the rest of his life. The question still left him with where would he go in the few months when Hogwarts left him out of of her protective grasps? That he needed to start planning out because he would not want to stay with his parents for too long, if at all. He would be granted a gift after his graduation and he wondered of the posibilities of asking for an apartment with a workshop below. Maybe he would mettle in potions and their combinations. His father, of course, would not approve of the inventor for a son.

Once Neal was able to shake himself from his thoughts he looked to see a darkening sky. If he was not quick he would miss not only dinner but also his duties of patroling Hogwarts tonight. Neal dipped low to the ground and smiled as he hopped off his broom. That was till he saw another person. Neal headed towards him or her and spoke, "We will both pay the price if we do not get to the school."

[Monroe Vander Wende]

Monroe wasn't totally sure what she had been thinking. But at some point, going outside seemed like a good idea. Now she was trying to make her way back to the castle. It was freezing out and it was going to start snowing again. She distracted herself the best way she could think of... reciting the canterbury tales. She had memorized it... because she'd been bored. She did a lot of things because she was bored. She shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her as she kept walking. She saw the quidditch pitch, that was a good sign. She didn't even see him until he appeared next to her saying they needed to get inside soon or they'd be in trouble. She stared at him a moment. Neal Nott, she knew him. She found his name amusing, not that she planned on tell him that. He didn't seem the type to really enjoy someone calling it name funny.

"If I say no shit do I get a detention?" She asked him through chattering teeth. Then she started walking again. She needed new boots. something made for snow... not something that looked like they were made for snow. she was going straight to the kitchens to get food and warm up by that giant fire they had in there. Dinner was soon, so the cooking rush would be just about over. The elves didn't like it when people were in there when they were trying to get dinner ready. She glanced at Neal. She'd have to get rid of him, but that wouldnt' be hard. She figured he'd go to dinner then do... head boy type things. Whatever that included. She didn't know, never thought to ask. She shivered again, getting closer to the castle.

[Neal Nott]

Neal had come up beside her finally when she spoke. His laugh filled the air as he spoke, "Nope, would have been my response." The chattering of teeth was something that he couldn't miss as he walked with her towards the castle. He took out his wand and soon enough spoke a small spell that conjured the small trinket in his pocket into a jar. After that he then preformed another spell to put a small blue belled flame into the jar. He smiled a bit as he held it out to her and then spoke again, "This should warm your hands up some at least." He gave her a grin and then smiled at the offer. He felt silly standing there holding out the glass jar to him.

Normally, charm flowed out of Neal like a slick sliver of the imagination. Today though his mind had been on other things. She seemed cold though and it was only right to offer her something to warm up a bit by till they were in the castle. Neal stuffed one of his hands into his pocket as it held his broom between his arm and his body.

[Monroe Vander Wende]

Monroe reached out and took the jar. "Thanks." She said, it helped her hands at least. It was still freaking freezing but her fingers were going from blue tinged back to their normal color. She looked over at him. "Why don't you just fly back to the school?" She asked him. He had a broom. He had to assume she wasn't stupid enough to keep running around out her at the risk of losing her fingers. She was quite attached to them. She looked over at him, granted he might have felt it was his duty to stay there because he was head boy, well whatever. It wasn't her problem if he lost feeling in his own hands. She took her hand, after it had warmed up, and rubbed her nose. It was also very cold and she didn't want to lose her nose... her family would make a lot of jokes about Voldemort.

"So do you usually practice quidditch in a snowstorm?" She asked him. She knew he was on the quidditch team. But she didn't know he was insane. Granted seeing as she'd been out for a walk in a snowstorm she didn't have any room to talk. She really didn't know why she was out walking. It had just... seemed like a good idea at the time. She thought the snow was over and something just sounded... wonderful about going out for a walk in the snowy woods, maybe it would inspire her to write, something she hadn't done in far too long. She felt horrible because of that. She loved to write and the writers block was slowly but surely killing her. Okay... not literally but whatever. She just... She pulled herself from her thoughts.

[Neal Nott]

Neal was content with the idea that her hands would at least be warmed now, but he wasn't sure what it was that was making him stay walking with her instead of just walking off to continue to going to the school. He'd seemed to be caught by his thoughts when she asked them. Neal laughed a bit and shrugged as he spoke, "No idea. Walking with you seemed to just be a more convenient idea in my mind, I guess." Well, that had sounded like a line, hadn't it? Wasn't his intentions, but he didn't mind the idea that he'd done it either. It seemed to be a natural charm that he carried. He could curse his family for that one, he supposed. His father had always been fairly smooth with his words, it seemed. Maybe it was some sort of a requirement, who knew. Neal was sure that he hadn't thought about it.

Her next question made him laugh as he shook his head, "No, is it natural for you to be out walking in them?" His question held serious thought to why she had been out in this. He then gave her a smile and shrugged his shoulders, "I needed to clear out my thoughts." As they reached the stairs to the school he climbed up the first of the stairs and checked to be sure that she was still following him. Once he was sure that she had been he continued to cimb them till reaching the top while talking to her. Once they were at the door he pulled it open and held it for her.

[Monroe Vander Wende]

Monroe quirked an eyebrow at him. "I don't thinl convienent is the right word." She said. "enjoyable, sure. Chivalrous, yeah, but definitely not convienent." she was a ravenclaw, it was in her nature to correct things like that. She walked up the steps carefully, not wanting to slip and fall. That would have ended badly... and painfully. She looked at him. "Well when I left, it wasn't snowing, it was just... white. It was pretty and I was hoping maybe it would inspire me... it didn't, but I could write a harolding tale about almost losing my fingers to frostbite." She said thoughtfully. She walked in and rubbed her arms. she glanced around, it was empty, that meant everyone was probably already eating. Well she was fine with that.

"Thanks... for the door and for walking with me." She said "I'm Monroe by the way.' She added, unsure if he knew her. people generally knew her family. There were a lot of Vander Wendes, you were bound to run into one at some point, But they generally didn't know the names of every member of the family. She had known the Nott family for a while, but she tended to fall in the background while her three older siblings too center stage. She was fine with that. "I'm going down to the kitchens... but you didn't hear that." she was pretty sure it was against the rules to go into kitchens, but no one really paid attention to that rule once they learned how to get in them. She turned to walk down the stairs.

[Neal Nott]

When he was corrected by her he laughed a bit again and spoke, "Well, I earned something new today." Normally he'd insert a wink in with the comment, but he felt it to be out of place in this situation. He grinned a bit as he heard her answer his question. his own smile came as he spoke with another question, "You write? What do you write about normally?" His interest peaked at the idea of her writing. At seeing the emptiness he realized where everyone was, and then he realized what it meant. He didn't quite want to leave her yet, but he didn't know what way there was to smoothly slide into that conversation.

Then she'd said her thank you to which he paired a your welcome. She introduced herself and he smiled as he spoke, "I remembered, and Neal, if you did not remember mine." he was sure that she did since he was an only child. Why his parents hadn't had another he wasn't sure. That didn't matter though. The chances were that he wouldn't get a younger sibling at this point. When she said she was going down to the kitchens. Neal hadn't wanted to go into the Great Hall and hadn't wanted this conversation to end quite yet. Maybe he could join her. He looked to her and then he asked, "May I join you? I am not much in the mood for dining in the Great Hall tonight."

[Monroe Vander Wende]

Monroe smiled. Soemtimes people didn't like when she did that to them. She liked it when they were nice about it. she nodded. "Yeah, maybe someday I'll learn to not bother people with technicalities." She smiled and looked at the jar she still had in her hands. "Right, this is yours." She held it out to him. "Generally I write short, fiction stories. Sometimes I write poetry. my dirty little secrets are short romance stories." She admitted. She liked writing romance stories... just because they were just kind of... easy and silly little things. She didn't pretend she would find a prince someday who would sweep her off her feet. She just was hoping for a nice guy who knew how to have fun. Even if that meant, hopefully it meant, travelling outside the typical circle of people her family wanted her to be in

"I know who you are." She said. "You're head boy after all." And Theodore Nott's only son. That did actually mean quite a bit in the pureblood world. She looked over at him as he asked if he could join her. "Well i can't really say no." She said, then she thought about that and how it sounded. "And I wouldn't even if I could." She added. She didn't mind if he went along with her. she kind of wanted him to go with her. it got pretty lonely. She did have friends, quite a few of them really, but they were all in the great hall. And they were the types that didn't do strange things like she did. She turned and headed down the stairs, looking back at him. She smiled sweetly and headed down the stairs.