Darkest Night (Oryn)

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte was curled up in a chair with her journal on her knees, she had found this room during her first day here and it was somewhere she felt she could escape the noise. It was so big and filled with antique furniture covered in a fine layer of dust, the moonlight streaming in through the window.

She had dragged one of the big chairs over closer to the window and stashed some supplies in one of the small bureau's.

As much as she loved open spaces sometimes it was nice to just have a bit of quiet. So after lights out when it had been so warm she couldn't sleep she hadn't even bothered to slip her robe over her nightdress and snuck up here.

It hasn't been so easy to fit in here, she wrote, they have all known each other for so long and though they are friendly they aren't...

Flyte paused and chewed on the end of her pen.

They weren't unfriendly.. they just weren't open to new people.. or so it felt...

Tucking her hair behind her ears she turned to gaze out the window, the night sky was full of stars and she couldn't resist. She streched outher bare legs wiggling her toes, her long tan legs looked pale in the moonlight and she felt like a different person.

Putting her diary down on the seat she got up and opened the window, letting the chill night air embrace her.

[Oryn Vance]

It was the chilly breeze that drew Oryn's attention. Skulking at night wasn't anything new to him, but a cold breeze was something new, something different. Curious, he crept into the room that he decided that it was coming from.

She was standing, framed in the window, and even to Oryn's self-serving mind, she cast a breathtaking figure in the moonlight. But still, what was she doing there?

He waited a moment, then spoke up. "A bit... lonely in here, isn't it?" he asked in a soft, disarming voice as he took a few more steps into the room.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte heard the voice before she felt the presence.

Thats new, she thought. It made her more curious than it should have and she didn't turn from her window. She watched as a star shot overhead and she made a silent wish before replying.


'I find the quiet soothing.. it gives me a chance to feel something...'

[Oryn Vance]

"To feel something?" he asked, curious. "There are many things that make a person feel... I'd think that there are much better things to feel than 'alone,'" he answered, walking farther into the room. He was trying to make sense of what she said... at first thought, it didn't make much sense.

[Flyte Vance]

She suddenly felt his curiousity like a tingle down her spine, she shivered slightly and wrapped her arms around herself. The feeling wasn't unpleasant.

'Its not that I want to feel alone,' she said her face still turned from him, 'its that I want to feel my own feelings... not everyone else's..'

[Oryn Vance]

Well now, that's interesting. "Well, now, that's something you don't hear every day," Oryn said, taking a seat in another chair. He focused his mind, closing off the emotions, narrowing his thoughts like he would do to protect against another legilimens. "Would you like me to leave you alone, then?"

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte shook her head softly turning to face him as she did so. She paused, taking in his dark features and brooding eyes and flicking her own hair over her shoulder. The tingling feeling lifted from her and she tilted her head at him.

'I can't feel you now..' It was a relief but also in many ways strange. 'How did you do that?'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn smiled, and he let her feel his amusement. "Well, what can I say, I'm just a cold, unfeeling man," he joked. He regarded her for a moment, then went on. "Occlumency. Not so common a skill these days, but my mother taught me how to do it. She said that my grandfather taught it to the whole family, because when he was young, it was important to know, and that she figured that it would be important again some day."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte nodded and felt herself smiling along with him. Though something about the way he said cold made her flinch.

'I've read about that, it would be useful if more people used it... too many of them leave themselves open..' Her gaze drifted to her diary sitting on her chair and she casually strolled over and picked it up.

'You are from an old family then. Been at hogwarts forever I suppouse..'

The breeze flitted in through the window and she turned to face it again, the feeling of it singing through her and lighting up her face.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn shrugged, then nodded. "Old enough, I suppose. But I haven't been at Hogwarts much longer than anyone else would be. I came here when I was eleven, found myself sufficiently over my head, and now... well, here I am."

[Flyte Vance]

'You have been here since then? Or you have only just come back?' Flyte closed her eyes and lent into the breeze again.

'You don't seem like any of this would be over your head..' her words came from nowhere but Flyte didn't flinch, she often spoke without thought and it was usually as clear as she could get.

'Whats your name?'

[Oryn Vance]

"Well, everything is over your head sometime. Then you learn to crawl your way to the surface and drag along," Oryn reasoned. "My name is Oryn. Oryn Vance. And you?"

[Flyte Vance]

She smiled brightly and turned to face him again, extending her hand.

'I'm Flyte Morticroft, pleased to meet you and you aren't the crawling type - i can tell' she grinned.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn took her hand, then graciously bowed over it, kissing it very lightly. "I'm sure that everyone has to crawl at some point, whether they're the type or not," he said. Then he smiled a bit. "But what type am I? I'm curious what you think now."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte took a moment to gather her thoughts.

'You are strong and confident, you are willful and determined, you win what you want and there's little you won't do to get it..'

Flyte caught herself looking in his eyes, their depths seeming to speak but she couldn't hear the words... she realised she was still holding his hand and quickly dropped it.