Fangs and the Moon Open

Interacting with @Carson Miller and @Arc Perscivious

Swallowing down the last bits of brownie, she put her robes right and sat still in the darkness of the stall. Glaring at the door, she heard Arcs warnings. She wasn't close to being the danger that Kaegan was. she had no clue how dangerous she could be.

This would be close to a harmless prank. Just because she didn't want to face the shame of suddenly, casually emerging from the stalls, fingergunning Arc and Carson. Nu uh! She would not let that be the end of this.

Carson would be scared. Well... not really scared. She just wanted to give him a lil spook. Harmless, right?

Carefully, she squatted down on the closed toiletseat and kept her hands ready to pounce. Focussing hard, a soft red dot appeared in her eyes, like a tiny flame in the center of ice.

“Dude, chill.”

As she focused, something changed inside of her. Something old emerged. Maybe something that she never was told in her lifetime. Like an old story or a drawing a the wall of an abandoned cave.

“You can’t tell me you aren’t curious about what’s behind that door.”

It's just as Arc said. Curiousity killed the cat. It's good to be curious. To be interested in things and to find out more. It's only natural. But if it pushes you too far... then you get this... This boy needed to know something about curiousity.

After the many warnings of Arc, Carson decided to open the door anyway. Slowely opening the door, Nico waited until the door was completely open. She had looked down at the floor, making sure that he wouldn't see any red dots in the dark yet. The shadow of the bathroom stalls loomed over her as she looked like a disformed figure, squatting on the toiletseat.

There would be no sound. The dripping of water hitting puddles would echo through the bathroom. And then.. In a flash, she'd look up. The red dots emerging from the shadows, staring intently at Carson. He'd be startled and before he would be able to move away, she'd jump onto him, her thin fingers gripping onto his shoulders. Her face leaning close onto his, shrieking in a high pitch. She usually only squeeked in a high pitch when startled... Now this would be a completely different scenario. A première, actually.

When she'd startle him enough, she'd turn quiet and carefully close her eyes. Opening them again, her ice blue hues would've returned. She'd be harmless again. What first looked like claws, were actually... just refined nails like any other girl had. Gently, she dusted off Carsons shoulders. Taking a step back, she'd take a bow.

'Hah.. I'm sorry.' Straightening her back, she'd scratch the back of her head and smile sheepishly with a slightly embarassed blush on her cheeks.

'I couldn't help myself.'

@Nico Shymane & @Arc Perscivious

OOC: Sry for the hella late response lmao

Before Carson knew it, he’d let out a yelp that was extremely high-pitched, and he swore that he’d jumped in the air a bit. This— girl gripped onto his shoulders with bony, paper-white fingers, shrieking in his face, a sound that actually sent a chill down Carson’s spine.

In an instant, she stepped back, looking slightly flustered. Carson’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths, him trying to calm himself down. The fuck was that?!

“You really need to work on your people skills.” Carson commented, still a little breathless as he reigned his fear back in. “What the bloody fuck was that?”

Carson couldn’t help but think that this girl was a bit, well, weird. With her pale, bony, appearance, and the whole scaring-the-shit-out-of-strangers thing, Carson looked at her with a half-grimace, half-frown, as he took a small step back, shuffling away from the kid.

“Who the bloddy fuck are you?” Carson demanded, anger prickling at his senses. He completely understood pranking the occasional victim, but he usually knew the kids he was pranking. Which didn’t make it awkward. Like it is, right now. Again, this chick really needed to work on her people skills.

Interacting with: @Nico Shymane & @Carson Miller

@Carson Miller | @Arc Perscivious

Nico felt abit ashamed of how she handled the situation. Maybe... it would've been better to just walk out of the stalls without scaring anyone to death. Like she did just now. She didn't want to make enemies... Pretty sure she made one now.

However...

She wouldn't lie, this experience was kind of fun.

An embarassed blush rested upon her face and in the corner of her eyes a few small tears seemed ready to slide down her cheeks. But before she could start apologising to the poor Hufflepuff who became victim of her first prank, Arc started a laughing fit.

He nearly broke into tears while wheezing as it echoed against the cold, empty, toilet walls. Surprised, Nico watched Arc nearly sink to the floor. His laugh was contagious. Her tears dissapeared even though her shame still lingered. Arc could barely speak but she understood that he loved what happened just now.

The redhead giggled softly as she covered her mouth. 'I-... I'm sorry. I really couldn't help it.' As she spoke she walked until beside Arc. Even though they were laughing it off, Nico felt more at ease beside the Ravenclaw who was a Prefect just like her. He saw the fun in what she did. It saved her from a crying fit.

'I didn't introduce myself.' She smiled softly at Carson with a slight bow. 'I'm Nico Shymane. Prefect of Slytherin. You... happened to meet me in a strange place at a weird time.' She rubbed the back of her head as she tried to keep her cool with Arc dying in laughter beside her. 'It was quite inappropriate of me to scare you like that. My apologies. I hope you can forgive me.' Her pale hands carefully held onto each other.

Interacting with @Nico Shymane @Carson Miller @Arc Perscivious & @May Moonstar


Grace was bored of studying, for the first time in her entire life so she thought about exploring the school. She saw a crusty door and a sign that said “Out of order” Grace entered the bathroom and noticed a Hufflepuff girl looking nervous, Grace got shy and whispered pretty quietly “H-hello?” Grace noticed the girl didn’t hear her so Grace said again “Hello?” then Grace noticed her prefect Arc dying of laughter, a pale Slytherin girl who was also a prefect, a Hufflepuff that Grace remembered from watching Quiddtich sometimes who was named Carson Miller. Grace wondered “Am I the ONLY first year?” Grace sighed, she is shy and nervous sometimes but also sometimes isn’t and starts bursting out with words and questions she doesn’t wait for answers, but Grace wasn’t in her nosy, obnoxious mode. Now Grace missed studying but wanted to explore so she walked out of hiding and smiled shyly “Hi, ummm I’m G-Grace” Grace smiled at them “Soooo... what are you guys doing here?” It was really awkward so Grace walked up to the sink to see it, it was rusty and old and had this weird slimy stuff on it.