Singing To The Stars...

After a few moments of walking Dakota recognized the path she was taking. Frowning slightly, she shifted in the darkness, debating to push on but she waved the doubt away and continued. Dakota had never enjoyed high up places but the moon and starlight seeping through the windows gave her a calming sensation. Stepping out of the darkness just a few feet from the astronomy towers door she wasn’t exactly visible yet, but she didn’t spot Aldor either. The stop of the footsteps had confused her, but she had heard the heavy wooden doors close, and now saw it, not only that but the singing of who she guessed to be the young hufflepuff swirled into her ears.

When she stepped from her concealed spot she spotted Aldor. Raising a eyebrow she swayed forward, her brown hair brushing along her shoulders and her blue eyes gleaming. “What are you doing up-?” the first thing that came out of her mouth was a question, not sounding upset but more interested. She recognized Aldor from the common room, though she had never spoken or paid much attention to many of the other Hufflepuffs she still knew their faces well, just not names or voices. The words well that was a idiotic thing to ask seeing as I’m also up- rang in her head, but she didn’t move or try to recoil the question.

@Aldor Humbleglow
@Winter Wolfhartz

@Aldor Humbleglow
@Winter Wolfhartz

Terrible Presence in effect.
| Aura of Unease Present |

Some seemed to forget that the tower was not intended to be ventured into during curfew. Some seemed to forget that in the situation that the school was in and the events which had been taking place in the past years, wandering about the school with no other protection was essentially a trap for detention.

Now was certainly no exception, and lo and behold, something had beckoned the Astronomy Professor to return to his tower early on his nightly wanderings. Something had not felt right this evening. That something was elusive yet not entirely unsupported by lingering suspicion. Polished dress boots lightly clicked their way up the tower, a growing sense of dread following in dark footprints which heralded the presence of some degree of monster; the gaunt Professor of the tower.

The children would feel his presence before they had seen him. Indeed, to the eye, there was nothing in the area about them. A chill, a flickering of the torches nearby, but that was all that their eyes would see at first glance.

Then… there would be a flicker in the corner of all their sights, as a pair of pale hands emerged from a seeming shimmering fold, lifting and catching upon another part of peculiar fabric which now appeared to catch the light in such a fashion as to cloak an individual on first observance. Slowly, the pale hands and their pale fingers drew the hood away, and the visage of Professor Chiadovini, grey eyes flashing, hawkish gaze meeting them all without expression, would appear the seemingly out of nothingness.

“I invited none to my Tower, unfortunately.” He spoke at last, fixing each of the three with a severe gaze. It had been the music which had drawn him to the first infractor, and from then he had inverted and pulled up the hood of the silver-lined opera cloak he wore at all times. “I am in great shock and in turn incredible admiration so many decided to infraction such a simple curfew put in place for nearly an entire year now.” Leonardo’s hands draw the cloak away from his shoulders, revealing his entirely black formal apparel, not unlike that he would wear to classes. He tried his best to make our faces, to no avail as usual, and took a deep breath as he flourished the cape once, turning it its proper way with the enchanted silver inseam now where students would be used to seeing it, the velvet exterior black as the night which surrounded the four of them.

The Professor put a hand upon the cane at his side, tapping it lightly with an impatient finger. He didn’t want difficulty, yet he didn’t know if these were troublemakers of any regard. Either way, the Professor did not want to take any chances whatsoever. “Well, we have indeed enjoyed our little… experimentation with testing the boundaries of the school code. Names, houses, year, position if any. You have freshly become the cause of more paperwork on my end. I should like to ensure that others may learn from your example.”

Once again, those eyes flicked across all of them, narrowed and in his usual state of disappointed tenseness. He wanted nothing more than to set these troublemakers up with detention and then teach his classes in peace with no further distractions.

You have been caught by my patrol. You have broken IC rule #3 which all students must be in their common rooms by 8:00pm, effectively breaking curfew.

Feel free to continue to interact with one another and Professor Chiadovini, but your actions have indeed merited detention. I will send an owl as soon as possible explaining further instructions.

As a final note: You are NOT in OOC trouble.

Reducio

@Aldor Humbleglow, @Dakota Olson & @Winter Wolfhartz

Dakotas first reaction was to slink further back into the shadows. Having almost never gotten in trouble this was a first for her but, most likely, wouldn’t be the last. While she had never truly feared Chiadovini she also knew the stories from other students who had dealt with him so stepping forward seemed to be the better option.

As she stepped out of the shadows to stand by Winter, her blue eyes twinkling and now being seen wearing a nightgown with “cat nap” written across it and her pink wrap around her shoulders. “Dakota Olson..Hufflepuff, first year, Professor.” while Dakota had never been a trouble maker during most defiantly didn’t want to be a example of what not to do, she knew that was most likely going to happen. Dakota had been a quiet student in Chiadovinis classes, in most of her classes, in fact, if it weren’t for the fact that Dakota spoke up every once and awhile, it would be almost like she wasn’t there.

Smiling a bit at Winter, she mouthed a quick thank you to her for trying to help cover up the fact that Dakota and Aldor had gone out at night. It was to follow her but still- as she thought this she puffed out a sigh. “I also accept any punishment you see fit, Professor Chiadovini.”.

@Winter Wolfhartz
@ Leonardo Chiadovini
@Aldor Humbleglow