He Won't Go || Noah & Harlynn

[Harlynn Cambian]

wake me up when all is done

i won't rise until this battle's won

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] HE WON'T GO ! It was the same thing over and over, every year for Harlynn, going on its seventh and final run-around. They board the trains to Hogwarts, get to the school, go straight to the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony and feast, and then go to the common rooms for bed. She had the pleasure of escorting the first year Slytherins to the common room that year; oh, the joy behind it. Besides taking the the youngsters to bed, the usual would mean that she would have to wait through a whole lot getting sorted. The Storing Hat could be indecisive many of time, holding up the line and holding up her own time. Who cared to see what first year was in what house? Do it on the train or something and be done with it. The students would then be able to eat and move on their own way at a faster pace, instead of nearly falling asleep to the drowning tone of the Hat just to be awaken five minutes later to a yell of a house name. No, she wasn't about to do all of that again. It wasn't the first time that Harlynn had strolled up to a random corridor during a school happening, but it was for the Welcoming ceremony. She had to be there for her prefect status, but soon realized that she could just as easily skip the whole thing and raid the kitchens during her rounds that night. Her hunger, not that controlling, told her that it wouldn't mind waiting until she could just sit by her lonesome ... or at least without as many people around. The Great Hall got to the point where she could never even hear herself think, let alone speak. The first years would run around the hall to talk to their newly acquired friends from the train, while others just yelled over the tables from where they sat. Harlynn wanted to do something fun and, sadly, it wasn't as though any status could control the loud part of the night. The seventh floor corridor was the place to be that night; she could feel it through her skin. The large windows looking out onto the whole castle ground would let the Slytherin think clearly of her next move. She took of the wretched robes that were encasing her, rolled up the sleeves of her white blouse, turned the top hem of her skirt over a few times before raising it back to her waist to shorten the length, and ran her thin fingers of her right hand through her loosely curled hair. The school's idea of wardrobe choice apparently didn't change for centuries. The black shoes gave a muffled clicking sound on the stone floor, deeper in tone and lower in volume than her usual weekend heels. Harlynn silently opened the wooden door to the corridor, taking a her first step inward to a dimly lit hallway compared to a bright staircase. Only two our of the four torches were light on the two walls catching her eye. Harlynn knew it to be deserted due to the simple fact of the feast going on seven floors below her; each floor would most likely have no one roaming through them. She quickly examined the hallway that faced her, looking to her right to see large cut-outs in the brick wall for windows. The moonlight hit the wall to her left faintly and made barely noticeable shadows of the window ledges onto the ground. A light breeze flew through the openings, but nothing that gave the slightest chill. Harlynn started toward the middle opening out of the five total at a purposeful pace, liking the balance on either side of her for an odd reason. It only took a few strides to reach the window who's ledge met the bottom of her rib cage. She gracefully rose her arms, placing her right elbow in contact with the brick, setting her chin upon her hand, and her left arm rested flat behind it. Her left knee naturally propped upward once she shifted her weight to her right leg. It was peaceful there. No worry of children screaming in your ear, no loud clangs of the metal platters hitting together, and no one to be taking up her personal space. Although Harlynn liked to watch the drama and chaos unfold, she secretly had to be apart of the reason behind it to enjoy it, otherwise it was all simple and obnoxious noise to her. Her gaze glued to the moon and the dark clouds that appeared out of the light, while Harlynn contemplated on various schemes that she could plan for her final year. Her first plan was to have her usual bonfire on the Quidditch pitch before the air turned dry and cold. After that, everything would fall into place as time went on. 0827 WORDS , First role play on proboards in forever !

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[Noah White]

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The air felt heavy. It bore a thickness that seeped into the lungs and slid down the sides with a lethargy that seemed inescapable. Tired eyes roamed the hall as equally tired limbs dragged through the emptiness. Sometimes it seemed like the world was moving in slow motion. Like time itself was collapsing against the hands that wanted to push forward. Like time itself was fighting the change which was as inevitable as the setting sun. It had never felt so heavy, so coarse and crushing like it had in the last few days. He could feel himself unwinding, shattered by the weight of a secret that hindered him from growing, from moving on. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shout and bear the colors which coded his natural design. Had it been any other way, - had he not been hiding the ability to have feelings for others - had he developed a stronger core or a stronger mentality maybe he wouldn't have been so bitter.

Noah paused in his step, the fact that he had lost his grandfather a few days ago taking too much of a toll on his ability to think. His mind was at ease during the busy week. Prefect business. Meetings with other pureblood families all the time. Following his grandfather to the ministry whenever he could. Friends. All pieces of a life that was nothing short of a lie. Yet it was easy. It was easy to lie because it brought no regrets, but the shallow pain of denial. It was easy because it brought no deep regret of loss and abandonment. He was a puzzle piece which abnormally melted into the fit of life in general and now in Hogwarts. A jigsaw piece which fit the puzzle, but didn't complete the picture.

Noah drew in a deep breath filling his lungs with the heaviness he could no longer carry around. He had never felt so much stress in his entire life. After all he knew exactly what was sucking the optimism from underneath his radiant skin. Why the loss of all of his family? He wasn't anything of interest. He had no obligations to be special or gifted. He was a typical pureblood Slytherin. So why then, did those things always have to happen to him? It was small regrets like that, that seemed to trickle into his mind like poisonous vines which constricted his purest thoughts. Maybe it was time.

Time to change things. Time to take matters into his own hands, for a change. But for now, he had other plans. Plans that involved a certain female Slytherin in his year. As soon as Noah spotted Harlynn, he made his way to her, silent as ever, and rested his hands on the brick of the open window right on the right of the one that she was apparently daydreaming. Looking outside, he supressed a sigh of relief. He loved when the night sky was filled with stars, without any sign of cloud disrupting the beautiful picture. "Time to wake up, don't you think?" he said, his voice in his usual slightly evil tone, disrupting the silence.

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[Harlynn Cambian]

wake me up when all is done

i won't rise until this battle's won

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] HE WON'T GO ! Her mind blank; her stare idle. After just a few moments, Harlynn fell into a stupor with a numb feel. Not a single tick from the resting castle reached her ears. The brick became nothing and she felt weightless, almost as if she had fallen asleep and was dreaming. It was times like these where Harlynn appreciated the silence; pure reticence. The lack of noise came very seldom, even when she tried most desperately to greet it. For her love of music and performing, sounds were always piercing her eardrums. She couldn't go a day without listening to music or creating her own. It was hard, however, to find the right moment to listen at the school. Her muggle music device wouldn't work, so she had to go off into the Room of Requirement to subside her craving. The usual thought was about a theatre in Naples that her parents would take her to when she was younger. Harlynn could have sworn that the room knew every time she walked nearer of what she was going to think of. Only there would the girl fulfill her need of music during the many months of schooling until she went back home. It probably wasn't the best thing to think of, though. Not only did it feed her desire of sound, but it also fed her desire for the greatest memories of her young life. In turn, Harlynn would never let go, while another more distant part of her mind told her to. Another fondness that Harlynn had with her recent actions - or lack thereof - was the fact that her mind went completely blank. Her head spun in circles constantly during the day, while her dreams continuously tortured her at night. She could just as easily vent to one of her friends in her house like every other person in the school, that is, if Harlynn could trust as easily as they. Their naivety in thinking that people were trustworthy that day in age gave her one heck of a laugh. The surrounding life walking the earth - wizards and muggles alike - as kind as they seemed, could be the most evil. She had learned to trust no one, except her own blood. The so-called friends that she hung out with could be replaced with ease, although many Slytherins stated the same. The only thing that her fellow peers knew of her life was that she lived with her grandmother, Nonna Sophia, in Sheffield. They didn't know that her parents had died on her ninth birthday, nor did they know that she once lived a muggle lifestyle even though she was pure-blood. Harlynn had no intent in giving the information out to anyone, either. Harlynn was a smart girl; she knew the dangers of revealing personal information to someone that seemed trusting secondhand. And so, the silence of the night let all of her worry drain from her head if only for a short while without letting any escape into hands that were not her own. The wonderland always had to end sometime, though Harlynn found this time to be greatly premature than what she had hoped at the start. Slowly, a male voice broke through her stupor, beginning muffled and ending crystal clear. Her long lashes blinked rapidly three times as she took a deep and quick breath inward. Harlynn stood straight up and let her arms float to a ninety degree angle, gently placing her hands on the inner corner of the large windowsill. Her head jerked to her right in interest of who the culprit was. It wasn't a surprise to see one of her own housemates next to her. Going through every single year of her Hogwarts career together wasn't an instant invite to her good, or not even caring, side, however. The way Noah had presented himself that night did amuse Harlynn, but she definitely could have done without him, especially after she noticed his usual hint of mischief mixed with the Slytherin rudeness. Harlynn glanced to the ground just in front of where he stood and let out a hard breath, smirking, "Are you telling me that I cannot leave the world without actually doing so?" Her head rose once more to Noah as her eyebrows heightened inconspicuously. Harlynn's Italian accent caught hold of the middle of her sentence quite nicely, "What are you doing up here, Noah?" She questions curiously. 0738 WORDS

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[Noah White]

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The ruckus and craziness of the Great Hall was usually avoided on Noah's part. He usually had no taste for dismal gossip nor the constant rumors being spread by the younger generation. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy a good rumor now and then. Noah loved gossip, but when it had targeted him it was a little unnerving.

So it was no surprise that there was no joy in the journey to the Great Hall today. He had no smile on his face nor even the smug expression of humor he usual wore around the school grounds.

Instead he slinked in through the doors unnoticed, hands in his pocket and the look of exhaustion written on his features. From the time the Hogwarts Express had left the platform till now he had been kept up by the whispering of the people in his compartment. Someone had spread a good rumor that a certain male slytherin was going to let all hell loose this year at Hogwarts. Of course being a member from the house of Slytherin, coming from a family of former death eaters and being the man that liked to create havoc every now and then - not to mention the fact that he was in his last year and technically an adult - Noah was the first of the suspected "evil-bringers" in Hogwarts.

Everywhere he had went there was no avoiding the suspicions. The train was a nightmare. Walking in and watching as the others stopped talking abrubtly. Walking into conversations about his late grandfather. It was like being accused of murder or rape. Nonetheless, this rumor could potentially destroy his whole plans about this year, and his future in general.

Anyway, as said before, Noah disliked the Great Hall with a passion. Especially on this day. For today was the day that first years would get sorted into houses. The Slytherin house always got a bunch of first years, almost all of them a disgrace to the noble house of his ancestors, as his grandfather would say. Instead of having to cope with the whole mayhem erupting down there, Noah had decided to venture around the castle, clear his head of all his problems and relax for the first time in what seemed like days.

The way Harlynn reacted to his sudden appearance amused Noah, his smirk growing even wider. They had never been that close, but who in their right minds would try to get close to Noah? At least they were talking to each other every now and then, which in Noah's books meant friendship. Her first question made him smile, as his eyes turned to look at the sky. "People have tried, kept failing. Apparently, they can't get the message and stop trying. he replied. To any other person, Noah would appear lost in his thoughts as he said those words, but he was quite into this conversation. It was just his usual way of talking to others.

Her next question made him think. What was he doing here, actually? The whole "trying to find a good place to relax for a while" wasn't going to do the trick this time. He had been lying to himself this whole time, finding a lame excuse in order to hide the fact that he wanted to fall into a pit of emotional nothingness. "Trying to leave the world, perhaps, signorina" he said, replying with an italian accent. It was a habit of his, replying to Harlynn with italian words or in italian accent. This time, it was an italian word. Looking outside once again, he questioned her. "What about you? Why aren't you in the Great Hall, admiring the new members of our house?"

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[Harlynn Cambian]

wake me up when all is done

i won't rise until this battle's won

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] HE WON'T GO ! To leave the school mentally was like leaving the school physically. It was a tough act to follow through on, especially if the student wasn't patient. The Hogwarts attendees had but once every other week to take the advantage by boarding the Hogwarts Express to Hogsmeade Village. Other than the few shops and eateries throughout the small village, the students had nowhere else to run off to if they didn't desire the castle or castle grounds. Her fellow classmates, however, did not even try to leave the castle. Harlynn knew only of a few others that gathered the knowledge of when and where to go through the building to obtain solitude. She didn't know how well they fell into their sleep, nor cared, but knew that so many were gaining weight on their shoulders through the year easily. Harlynn's talent in divinations carried through to her meditative abilities. Although she hadn't mastered falling into the state with noise such as what was going on in the Great Hall at that moment, and really being around her every single day, she found it pretty simple to fall rapidly in the atmosphere she was greeting just then. That was, if no one had brought her out as Noah's voice had. So, Harlynn's eyes were set on the boy as he spoke, answering both of her questions in order. Harlynn licked her lips as her smirk mimicked his, growing more apparent. She thought humorous of his retort, using her words to claim his own reason for sauntering the halls. The added account of signorina called for even more points granted toward him. She had always gotten a kick out of their short banters, but never cared much to pursue anything more than the small conversations here and there. Of course, the two were very much alike in their, especially toward the opposite sex. Them as mere acquaintances didn't shy away the knowledge that they had about one another. After all, they had been in the same house for six full years; not to mention the rate at which information flew across the school. Harlynn could guess that his stern, tough guy image brought the girls to him for their interest of a bad boy. Her seducing involved the batting of her long eyelashes and a smirk or soft smile. Both needn't do much to attract attention. There were many things that she didn't know of him, however. Noah's outward appearance, his name, year, and house were the most that she had gotten out of him. That didn't include the whispers that went through her ears. Harlynn didn't know what to truly think of the guy; she just went with the flow. Her deep green eyes rolled instantly as Noah put emphasis to the new members of Slytherin house. It seemed as though the incoming years put more and more of a disgrace on the name as time went on. What ever happened to sly and cunning? It seemed as though those two words were replaced with loud and obnoxious in every sense. Harlynn had to stop herself in her tracks many times the year prior on a group of second year boys who decided that they wanted to play battle ship in the common room after curfew. She herself didn't care for the curfew, but one she went to bed and she heard noise that distracted her from sleep, then the noisemakers would have to watch their backs. The name of Slytherin did not involve such actions as the recent younger years were throwing out. The house had become sloppy. And thanks to Noah, Harlynn had yet another interest in mind for the year. "That is the exact reason why I am here. I don't want to be bored with the ceremony, nor care to produce a headache from the newcomers." Harlynn's reason was as simple as that. She shrugged and leaned her arm back onto the ledge, still facing Noah. 0658 WORDS

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[Noah White]

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There had been times during his education that Noah had wished to leave the school permanently. Most people viewed this place as their one and only home, but Noah wasn't like most people. What Hogwarts meant to him was nothing more than what school meant to students. He felt trapped here, away from the world in seclusion. Not that it was a bad thing. Noah had spent most of his life in seclusion. It was the way of the noble family of the White's, as his grandfather used to say. Never mingle with those of lesser importance than yourself, for you will become one of them. That was rule number ten. Noah had realised long ago that deep down he hated the way he had been raised, stuck with old customs and beliefs. He was grateful though. He could have been a simple kid in an orphanage somewhere, should his grandfather hadn't taken care of him.

Hogwarts wasn't the only place he was feeling trapped in. Now, he had learned to feel trapped back home, haunted by the memories of his grandfather and his parents. How much he craved for a new start, he himself couldn't tell. All he had ever wanted was a normal life, with a normal family. But, no White had ever been normal, why make an exception now? The path of his life had been predetermined from the moment he was born into the life of the White's. Noah's path to the dark side had been starting since the aurors took his family away from him.

Noah found interest only in a few people, and Harlynn was one of them. Their bried conversations had always been fun, at least to him. After all, Harlynn was a true member of the Slytherin house, at least in his books. He had learned to appreciate the way Harlynn interacted with the opposite sex, picking a few ideas for himself from her. After all, the bad boy image sometimes didn't work. The way she mezmerised others with her eyes was remarkable, and it had taken Noah a lot of time to achieve it. However, once he had learned to mezmerise the girls with his gorgeous and mysterious eyes, Noah couldn't help but feel like he owed that to her in a way.

Noah couldn't help but smirk as he thought of what his grandfather would have said about those new members of the Slytherin house. The noble house of Salazar Slytherin, infected by those low- life moronic students, would surely drive him mad. It took a lot of focus to finally let go of the hilarious idea of the old man yelling and cursing in order to concentrate on what Harlynn said. Noah sighed and shook his head. The girl had a point and he was glad that she was at least agreeing with him on that subject.

"Perhaps there might be someone willing to purge our noble house from this infestation." he said. He couldn't help but feel that he was becoming more and more like his grandfather. Having not decided whether or not that was a bad thing, he looked at Harlynn for what seemed like the first time tonight. "I suppose we have used a lot more saliva than we should have for those unimportant kids. What do you plan to do when you get out of here?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

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