Watching the Corridors *open*

[skerr]

Stephan stood at the stairs yawning, patrolling the hallways. He hated this part of his job, for it meant that he would be sleep deprived in the morning. But it had to be done, he had already caught 4 students in the past for being out of bed. But most of them weren't very cooperative with him.

Yawning again, he started walking down the first floor corridor, just looking for any signs of students that were out of bed.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte was wandering along the hall, as usual she was unable to sleep. The walls here were just too confining. She paused to stare out a window and dream about being anywhere else.

As she pondered nothing and everything she felt a storm descending along the passageway. Pulling herself into the shadows quickly she waited.

[skerr]

Stephan was in the middle of yet another yawn when he noticed something in the shadows. He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the corridor. Raising an eyebrow, he looked around, his eyes squinting trying to peer through the darkness. The only thing he had to go on was the light from the window. With a silent deep breath, he spoke into the shadows as he hand slipped into his pocket to grasp his wand.

"Hiding is futile, I know you are there," he said in a firm voice. He walked over by the window. "So just come out and the reprimands won't be so harsh."

[Flyte Vance]

Upon hearing Professor Kerr's voice Flyte's heart started to race.

Crap, crap and crap! she swore internally. Taking a deep breath and trying to still her racing heart she stepped forward into the light. Why do I NEVER think to put on actual clothes when I leave the dorm?

Wearing only her white shift Flyte tried to keep her head high and show no fear.

'Good evening Professor..'

[skerr]

Stephan turned to face Flyte. Now there was 5 students he had caught out of bed so far. "Miss Morticroft, you better have a very, and I do mean a very good reason for being out of bed at this hour," he said, waiting for some stupid excuse. Holding back a yawn, he gave her a very stern look.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte smiled, she could feel the waves of boredom radiating off her teacher, that was so Kerr.

'I just couldn't sleep.. its a bit.. cloying in the bedchambers..' She looked out the window. 'don't you think so? though i suppouse the teachers bedrooms are a lot more... ' Flyte groped for a word.

[skerr]

Stephan put up a hand to stop her talking. At least this one was cooperative unlike the other students. "You have a common room, I see no reason why you cannot be in there," he said. He lowered his hand. "There is no reason for you to be wandering around at night."

[Flyte Vance]

'The windows!' Flyte cut off the last fraction of his words with her out burst. 'They are bigger here and its quiet away from the others and all their emotions.'

She spat the last word in disgust.

'You have no idea what its like!'

[skerr]

Stephan raised an eyebrow when he was interrupted. That was something he never liked. He shook his head at what she had said. "Still, the drama of teens is no probable reason for being out here," he said as he put his hands in his pants pockets. His left hand brushed against a letter that was in there from his ex-wife. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte sensed a ripple of resignation and reluctance, not to mention some deeper hurting flow through Kerr.

'When you can feel everything the people around you are feeling it gets kind of... claustrophobic sometimes.' Flyte smiled wearily. 'Here, at Hogwarts, theres never really a moments peace..'

[skerr]

The more his hand touched the letter in his pocket, the more it pained him. With a course of anger running through him, with knowing what it contained, and the fact that Flyte was standing here arguing with him, his crumpled the letter in his pocket.

He turned away from her, as to not take his anger out on her. "Then what do you suggest I do Miss Morticroft? Tell everyone around you to stop their emotions?" he asked in the same voiced, yet this time it was a bit strained.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte was hesitant to comment feeling the ice cold anger and hurt lancing into her, even if she couldn't feel it she could have seen it naked in his eyes.

'I can take them away from you, if you like..' she blushed at her words, wishing she hadn't offered. It didn't always work and she was terrified what he would say if it didn't.

[skerr]

"Take what?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at her. She looked scared, and he didn't know why. He thought he did very well on keeping himself from extracting his anger onto her. He turned to face her. "I ask again, take what?"

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte approached him, her hand extended and very gently lay her hand on his arm.

'Your pain, your hurt...' She tightened her fingers and closed her eyes. She let the tide of his broiling emotions wash over her, overwhelm her, and pulled them deep inside herself. Devouring them and channeling them back out into the universe, in the form of pure white light. Her opposite arm was extended and the light radiated from her other palm.

'I can only take as much as you let me have and it will come back again later, just not as strong, but I can give you a moment of peace if you let me...'

[skerr]

Stephan closed his eyes for a minute and opened them again. "Empath, I should have known," He said, slowly removing her hand from his arm. "I'm sorry, but once this ordeal with her is over with, I will constantly have this pain no matter how much people try to help."