Wanderers of the Night

[Kyrah Blake]

Is it natural to wander the grounda at night? Is it normal to be alone near a black lake? This place isn't exactly the safest place to be, especially close to midnight. So, Kyrah wasn't exactly the curfew kind of girl. She was more the rebel, the outcast. Not that she minded in the least.

She sighed, a small sound coming from her throat, her lips barely parted. She watched as her midnight black kitten of six months scurried next to her, invisible to the world in the dark moonlight. One would have to look terribly hard in order to see her kitten. And her for that matter. She decided it was a good idea to stay hidden in the darkness, camouflaging herself in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt.

Normal clothing for an eleven year old? Probably not, seeing as puberty hasn't really hit yet.

But, who cares right?

She smiled to herself as she watched her kitten scamper and trudge through the cold and murky lake water, stifling a laugh. Her kitten, Jaydin, whimpered and screeched as her paw hit the water, making it ripple around her. Ky bent to her knees next to her furball she loved dearly, her only friend really.

"Well, of course that would happen, silly," she said, her voice soft and honey smooth, silky soft. She placed her guitar case on the grass next to her, lifting up her kitten into her arms. He purred at her touch, her fingers brushing through his soft,long fur.

She got up, grabbing her guitar case, and sitting by a nearby tree, Jaydin still in hand. Her back lay against the bark of the tree, as she watched the breeze rush over the lake, the moon hitting it just right. She placed her young furball on her lap, opening up her guitar case. In a hidden pocket on the top, she took out a pencil and a drawing pad, opening to a clean page. All her other pictures were of Jaydin, or some of her friends back home from her neighborhood. WHo knew a young girl could be so talented.

She cocked her head to the side, looking at the lake, starting to draw every aspect, every little line and ripple on the water, every tree with every leaf. It was the one thing she was good at, besides guitar.

She glanced up, and everything was silent. She listened hard as her cat started to hiss lightly, a low rumble in his throat.

Someone was near.

She listened closely, Jay hopping down, she placed her pad down, grabbing her wand. She waited impatiently, coming out from behind the tree. "Who's ther --" she muttered, her eyes wide. Who was this person?

She was never good with not being straight out. "Who the hell are you?" she asked, her voice harsh. And this is why people never befriended her. She blamed her parents. Her hand went for her stomach, the hand that dropped her wand, and she felt around, she felt the sore spot that was the huge bruise her father gave her before she left for Hogwarts.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, it's a habit of mine to just react out of defensive instinct..." she said, trying to lessen her rudeness, and be sweeter. More lady-like.

((Sorry if it's a bit long. My intros are kinda really long. o.o With pointless information. I was kinda hoping for a guy to be there, and have others come later, but it's cool with whoever joins. haha))

[Cadel Blitz]

Cadel Blitz was bored in his common room. It wasn't that hard to sneak out and go down to the lake. It was beautiful at night. Just like when he arrived at Hogwarts on the boats. It was all to dazzle the new comers of course. But it worked. Cadel was happy that they did that too.

But walking along the lake, Cadel spotted a girl with her cat. Cadel had a Snowy owl. It was probably flying off somewhere. But then Cadel hid behind the tree when the cat hissed. He had been spotted. Hopefully, she wouldn't think that he was stalking her. But then she had her wand out.

Cadel's eyes narrowed as she cradled that it looked to be a wound. His head tilted to the side in curiosity.

"Sorry if I startled you," Cadel apologized, raising his hands up in caution. He winced as his shoulder reacted. It was very sore from the consequence of his mother. He dropped a plate. Cadel had to balance 50 plates for an hour. And it wasn't easy either. "You can't sleep like me?"

Cadel had all sorts of problems. But then Cadel never had very good sleep even when he was a child. Cadel sighed as he lowered his arm.

[Kyrah Blake]

Kyrah glanced at the newcomer in front of her, the guy who happened to be walking around at night too. She sighed, closing her eyes as her fingers lingered on her bruise beneath her shirt. It sent a searing pain jolt through her, and she quickly dropped her hand.

She had no idea why she was so idiotic and kept touching the purple bruise.

"Oh, it's alright," she muttered, bending over to pick up her want. She bit her tongue, not wanting to wince at the pain. Jaydin meowed and purred and rubbed herself against Ky's leg, looking for attention. She bent down to pet her kitten, the soft fur rushing through her finger tips.

"Basically. It's weird being here," she said with a soft voice. She never really said anything about her family life usually, or her life in general. She was more of a, keep things to herself kinda girl.

"So, because you can't sleep, you're out here?" she asked, picking up Jay, and stroking her. "I mean, there are probably other places around here." She glanced at her scattered notebook and pencils away from her guitar. She would need to pick that up sooner or later before it blew in the wind and got ruined. She glanced back at the guy in front of her, a small smile on her features, trying to look light hearted and like nothing was wrong.

[Cadel Blitz]

Cadel smiled as the cat begged for attention. Surely, it didn't like being left out of the group. Cadel never liked that either. But to Cadel, the girl looked rather pained, wanting to get away from the world. Maybe that's why she's out there in the first place. Cadel was just having nightmares after nightmares. He was even scared to got to sleep sometimes.

"I can't sleep, so I decided to walk around. Because I don't...want to go to sleep," Cadel replied quietly. It was hard to explain to another person. Hard to explain his own fear of his sleep. The explanation of the bags under his eyes. But then again, there was something about her too.

"And you? You seem to want to be distracted from the real world," Cadel suggested. He had no clue what her story was. But he kind of wanted to find out as well, without being all nosy like other people. That was rude.

[Kyrah Blake]

"So, you're telling me, you're frightened to sleep?" Kyrah asked, quirking an eyebrow. She stroked her kitten's fur, as Jay started nuzzling into her chest lightly, her claws digging into her shirt. Ky let out a yelp of pain as her furball hit the sore spot of her bruise. She closed her eyes, breathing easily. When she opened them, he asked about her.

What was there to tell him? She didn't know him, nor did she trust him. There was no way to know any of this. She really never talked about her family life, though he was probably curious as to why she kept looking as if in pain. She would want to know too. It was plain curiosity, right?

She sighed, looking for a way to answer that without saying 'oh yeah, no worries, my father just beats me senseless and my mom is too drunk to care.' Yeah, she couldn't exactly say that to a stranger. She looked around at the darkened place she was sitting near. She shook her head, getting rid of the awful memory of her father.

"Uhm, I just felt like escaping the world," she muttered, glancing down at the growing grass. She pet her kitten, and Jay kept on scratching at her shirt. She didn't realize her kitting was slowing pulling it up, revealing the huge bruise, the size of a few fists hitting her stomach, was in view.

She quickly pulled her shirt back over her tiny stomach, hoping he didn't see that, which was highly unlikely.