Darkest Night (Oryn)

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn smiled at what she said. "Well, my mother always told me that persistence is a virtue to embrace and foster," he said, again letting her feel his amusement, but steering his thoughts so that there was nothing for her to feel of the interest she stirred in him. She was a deeply insightful girl, this one. He wondered what else she could know without even trying. "I wouldn't want to disappoint he by becoming a person who would give up easily."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte shook her head vehemently and felt his amusement like sunlight kissing her skin.

'You could never do that!' She smiled brightly. 'I think its about the most unlikely thing I could imagine.. you don't seem one who would ever give up...'

She watched him for a moment and then reached forward to tuck a strand of his hair back.

'Thats better. What were you doing out here this late? I didn't think anyone else came in here.' She waved her hand indicating the room. 'Were you stalking prey or something?'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn laughed a little, and for a moment, his own ability let him see the way his emotions affected her. A useful insight to be sure, he decided, although all of these thoughts occurred behind his amusement, which was natural anyway, since new possibilities always amused him.

"Yes... you've discovered me," he chuckled, holding his wand up like a knife. "I've been stalking you, and now I have you right where I want you!" he exclaimed, with an over-exagerated movement like he was going to jump at her, before he sank back in the seat chuckling again. "No... I was just out walking. The bedrooms down in the dungeons are a bit cold, so I come warm up upstairs sometimes."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte mocked panic, leaping backwards to stand on her seat before sinking down onto it in laughter.

'Cold? Don't they have magical heating or something?' Flyte thought of her own cosy bed in Ravenclaw. 'You can always use mine.. we could drag it up here so we could take turns..' she teased.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn chuckled. "A generous offer, but how could I possibly turn you out of your bed for my own selfish needs," he said with a smile. "It is heated, but there's something a bit... chilly about being burried under all that stone. No windows, either... somehow, that makes it feel colder, which makes absolutely no sense."

[Flyte Vance]

'Like being buried alive..' Flyte shuddered at the thought. 'I need windows and plenty of them. Lots of space and heights too. Free.... ' she trailed off and looked back out the window.

'I like your name... Oryn.. Oryn Vance... it suits you.'

[Oryn Vance]

"Well, I'm not quite sure how one name can suit a person better than another... but your name is pretty, so at least it suits you that way," he said, smiling back at her as he looked her over thoughtfully. "And... should I assume from your words that you like to fly?" he guessed.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte blushed and looked away. She hadn't been called pretty by anyone except her mother.

'I.. flying.. yeah I love it.' She answered with a smile, 'Its pure freedom isn't it? ..not that I am allowed to do it anymore...'

'Do you like to fly? Are you an animagus owl or something as well as a super psychic?' She grinned.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn laughed again. "Super-psychic? No... all occlumency is is a fancy name for being able to discipline your mind. And I tend to use a broom when I want to fly. Why? Are you an animagus bird?"

[Flyte Vance]

She liked his laughter. It sounded carefree, the happiness that caused it was like pure sunshine.

'I'm not allowed to fly. I made a bad choice and I had to make a promise not too.' Flyte could feel the tears welling. 'Name a girl Flyte and what do they expect...'

Holding her weakness in check Flyte smiled at Oryn.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn frowned slightly. "That sounds a bit... mean to force you into something like that," he said, putting a bit of sympathy into his voice, and letting her feel it as well. He didn't let himself consider the possibilities of this little vulnerability he'd found... that was something he'd consider later, away from this girl who could feel his emotions if he didn't control them. Right now, he'd remain focused... and she'd feel exactly what he wanted her to feel from him.

[Flyte Vance]

'No its really not. I totally deserved it. I know that and its the hard thing about it all.' Flyte smiled again. 'Besides it could be totally worse, I could Never have flown before...'

'Oh well, even Superman had Krytonite right? And here I am in a school full of magic... Its hardly punishment!'

Turning to Oryn she held out her hand and with a smile.

'I feel like dancing, here in the moonlight... shall we?' she giggled.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn gave her a sly smile. "Hmmm... I think we could do that. Do we have any music?" he asked, standing and taking her hand.

[Flyte Vance]

She grinned at him.

'Aren't you a wizard of some sort?' She laughed and wrinkled her nose at him, she decided that she would love to crack that calm composure sometime.

'If you aren't up for it...'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn just grinned back. "Well, I suppose I could work something up." He looked around, then shrugged, tapping the chair he'd been sitting in with his wand. It turned into a large standing harp, and with a tap, the other chair turned into a cello, which he gave another tap to make it stand up without being held. Then, casting a spell on both of them, they began playing.

"Now... since I do seem to be up for it," he said, holding out a hand to her.