Foggy Mind, Foggy Lake. [open]

[myseri rhayne]

The lake was pitch black, just like it's name, at eleven that night. If one hadn't known better, they may have just walked right into it, thinking it was part of the land. Luckily, the fog was thick around it's edges so Myseri had a distinct feeling that's where the lake began. Not only that, but she had been sitting under the tree all day. At noon she had wandered from the caste in hopes of finding some excitement. None. It seemed like everyone was sleeping. The people she had seen were so caught up in their own lives that she wasn't even a blip on their radar.

Myseri had been very noticeable that afternoon. She had adorned her Slytherin robes, a pair of black sneaker with lime green laces, tight black pants, an emerald green sweater, and her fingerless gloves. However, right now, the only thing visible was the shiny reflection of the moon on her eyes. Knees clenched close to her chest, Myseri sighed. Oh how she wished for friendship here. It's not like she was planning on ripping someone's throat out with her teeth, she fed today.

Another hour later, and another sigh escaped her lips. If she went into the castle now, a prefect or professor would rip her a new.. a twig snapped. Mysi's eyes immediately went for the sound. She silently waited for another. She wasn't about to get staked. Eyelids tightly closed, she tried to simply listen. Remove one sense and the others heighten, right? Nothing, not a single sound. Opening her eyes, she returned her attention to the lake. "It has to be my nerves," she mumbled to herself. Myseri really needed someone to talk to before she began talking to herself more frequently than any mentally stable person would.

[mairead ó fearghail]

When Mairead had closed her eyes, it had been one of those fantastic autumn evenings where the sun fell across an upturned face with a warm, golden glow. While searching for a comfortable spot along the lake to try to catch up on her studies, Mairead had settled in a patch of heather that was in full bloom. It had been a remarkably rain-free couple of days so the ground had been dry when Mairead had laid down. The soft scent of the heather, the warmth of the sun and the cushioning blanket of soft, dry lake side vegetation had all made her drifting off to sleep inevitable.

When a deep shiver finally forced her to open her eyes, it was pitch dark. She had no idea how late it was but the darkness of the night gave her all the information she needed. It was, most certainly, after curfew. She was supposed to be in the Hufflepuff dorm, asleep in her own bed and was destined for detention if she got caught on the way in. And, it was a long way from where she was to the dorms. The cold of the night had drawn moisture up out of the ground and the hair on one side of her head stuck to her head in odd shapes.

Mairead quickly gathered her books and started off quickly towards the castle, but stopped a few strides into her trek. She didn't want to get caught - getting a detention for falling asleep; that'd be plain stupid. She started moving again, this time taking more care to move quietly. But, in the darkness, she hadnt noticed the Slytherin until she'd stepped within arm's reach of her.

"I'm ... I'm sorry," she quickly said, shifting her books in her hand. "I really didn't mean ... I'm sorry," she repeated. She'd seen the girl opposite her on several occasions. After five years, Mairead had had her share of difficulty with members of that particular house. She didn't know what to expect from this particular individual but she had every intentions of being wary.

[myseri rhayne]

Myseri had blocked the shifting from her mind until she was about trampled. The girl seemed uneasy about running into her. Then again, Myseri was used to this kind of behavior after interaction with people. One, she was a Slytherin. That never made her one the 'good side' of people. It was a cruel, dark house.. She expected that reaction from people. Two, she was a vampire. Whether people knew it or not, she gave them chills without any intention. Three, her appearance made her terrifying. She was covered with tattoos. Finally, four, it was way past curfew. The girl probably didn't expect anyone else to be out there and she was probably on edge in fear of being caught.

After catching the girl's multiple apologizes, she shook her head with a smile, "it's fine. I was just sitting here. I'm not exactly glowing in the light." She looked the girl over once more and closed her eyes. Myseri leaned her head back against her tree. "I'm assuming that you're afraid of being caught? That's why you haven't ran to the castle in fear or worry. You probably shouldn't be so carefree when it comes to laying around, sleeping. Where I come from, that could get you killed," she muttered with her eyes still closed. Myseri wasn't trying to scare the girl into a coma so she could harm her. She was trying to scare the girl into being more careful. No matter which way it came off, she wasn't going to let some innocent die. Yeah, she was Slytherin, but she wasn't a murderer. Not when it counted anyway.

"I'm not sure what you wanna do in your situation, but," Myseri trailed off again. She wasn't going to influence anyone into a situation. Vampires don't care about people, she reminded herself, we don't want to nor are we allowed. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she opened her eyes and stared at what parts of the lake were visible. The moon reflected off the lake and into her eyes. It made her seem compassionate, or demonic. It was a matter of opinion.