As random as the wind

[Oryn Vance]

He considered pressing for a name, but decided that it wasn't necessary. He had enough to figure it out. This girl was a Slytherin, and was evidently involved with a boy named Jurrell. That should narrow it down enough for him to figure it out on his own time. Pressing it now would probably just upset Flyte more.

So instead, he just smoothed his fingers over her hair, forcing himself to calm down. He pushed the anger out of his mind, so that all that was left was an affectionate worry for the girl.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte kept her eyes focused on the ground, she could feel tears of anger threatening to spill and she knew if she looked at him that they would.

You have run with lions, you have been cursed by a Shaman and you let a stupid girl upset you? Flyte was getting more angry with herself and could feel her hands shake.

'I was actually pretty.. mean... I kinda told her how pathetic she was... even when I could feel how upset she was...' Flyte's voice was as shakey as her hands. 'Actually that's a thing with my 'power'.. you can tell when you are getting the response you desire.. especially if they don't know what I am.'

[Oryn Vance]

"Well, perhaps you should not have gotten involved... but I can't see you clawing at her face," Oryn pointed out. He leaned toward her, putting his arm around her, his hand on her back. "And just because you can feel what they're feeling... doesn't mean that you aren't allowed to feel what you're feeling."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte bit her lip harder, the pain holding back her stupid tears, and relaxed into Oryn.

'I suppose I am number one on Sylvia's hit list now...' Flyte had to stop herself from ripping out the grass in her anger at her own stupidity. 'Did you have fun at the party last night?' her voice was casual yet laced with venom and she pinched herself.

'Forget it... I am being dumb..'

[Oryn Vance]

"She can put you on her hit list all she wants... if she does anything, she'll regret it. Trust me with that much."

He considered her second question a moment, quirking an eyebrow. "Yes... I did," he answered. "Did you?" She had, after all, left him by himself to flirt with other boys, so he failed to see where she could be upset with him.

[Flyte Vance]

'Don't you take that tone with me!' Flyte was quick to anger, she had let herself be weak too much already. 'You are the one playing games with little girls Oryn Vance, I just didn't want to see her get hurt! And YES Josh is a great guy, focused on Me, not on whether his silly obsession with having Everything would be compromised...'

She flew to her feet, hands on her hips, flushed and irate. It was all she could do to stop herself from stamping her foot like a little child. Her breath was ragged and the tears that had been threatening, flowed freely.

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn stood up slowly, nodding. "I'm glad that you had a good time," he said, his voice in its usual smooth, soothing tone.

"I'm not playing games," he said slowly, and she could feel from his feelings that her accusation had hurt him, however he might be trying to keep himself calm. "And I don't want everything." He took a deep breath, and again found that he didn't have to twist his feelings to feel remorse as he said this. "I've already told you, Flyte... I'm not a nice person. But for whatever faults I have, lying to you has not and will never be one of them."

[Flyte Vance]

'You didn't tell me about her, the night we met.. I had to find out accidentally! What was I supposed to say to her?' Flyte's brain travelled at a million miles a second, waxing between anger, confusion and sadness. She took a deep ragged breath, the unchecked tears spilling down her cheeks.

Pulling herself together she spoke to him in icy tones.

'What the hell is going on Oryn? Who am I to you?'

[Oryn Vance]

"I don't know what's going on, Flyte," he said, and she could feel from his emotions that he was being truthful. "All of this is just... strange to me. I've never been through this before."

He took a tentative step toward her, then reached out and brushed the tears from her cheek with his thumbs. "What I do know is that you're the first person to make me regret that I'm the way I am. When I'm with you... everything feels right, for once."

[Flyte Vance]

The touch of his hands upon her face stilled Flyte. His words echoed down at her as if through some sort of tunnel, she could feel that he meant them - she wanted to smile and hold onto his words but..

'What does Mary make you feel Oryn?'

[Oryn Vance]

Oryn considered that question for a moment. He did, after all, enjoy having Mary around, and just as with Flyte, he found himself doing things he normally wouldn't. And for some reason, it hadn't bothered him when he'd found out she'd been lying about her age with her ability, though it obviously made him hesitant with what he did with her. "Confused," he answered, again with complete honesty.

[Flyte Vance]

'Well its great to know I am not the only one who is confused...' Flyte mumbled, she didn't know what to say so she closed her eyes for a moment.

Something else that he had said popped into her mind, she had overlooked it in her anger..

'Why do you regret being yourself around me..' She kept her eyes closed as she waited for his reply.

[Oryn Vance]

"Because, as I said, I'm not a nice person," he said, his truthful streak continuing. "I haven't been for years. I'm self-serving and mean... and you're the first person who's made me wish that I was a nice person."

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte laughed at the pained expression on his face, putting her hand over her mouth to stop herself.

'Oryn, I am standing before you crying with anger, my face torn to shreds by some little witch who probably had poison under her fingernails, plotting her downfall in ways that would make a Slytherin cringe, complaining that you - a guy I barely know - has a lovely girlfriend already and how dare he not pick me, and you think you aren't nice?'

Flyte ran her hands through her hair, straightening out her school skirt and tie.

'Hell I will most probably see that guy again...' Flyte's breathing was ragged, 'maybe I have been spending to much time with Slytherin's.. I must have absorbed too much.. maybe I should change house..'

[Oryn Vance]

"But I don't," Phoenix said. "I haven't chosen anyone over you. Flyte..." he sighed, shaking his head. "I think it's been pointed out that we all really have only just met each other? Like I said... she confuses me. Not the least reason being that she's been pretending to be two years older than she is, which I only learned last night." He smiled slightly drying the corner of her eye that she'd missed with his thumb. "Will it make you feel a bit more secure to hear of the horrible things I was wishing on Josh last night when you were dancing with him?" he added, a slight tease in his voice, though he really had been cursing the boy in the back of his mind.