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[Adelaine Beaumont]

Adelaine carefully climbed the last snowy step, restraining herself from looking down. She hated coming to the Owlrey for this reason; it felt as though she were a billion feet in the air. The fact that steps were snowy and easier to slip on didn't help.

"Almost there," she muttered, as she urged herself onward.

Grasping tightly onto everything she possibly could, she somewhat pulled herself into the gazebo-like home of the owls, careful not to be too hasty in case she slipped and fell down the gazillion steps. Once inside, she relaxed and walked over to a snow-free spot by one of the large, windowless openings in the Owlrey.

"Ilgre!" she called, the dark-feathered screech owl flying down and perching next to her. "I've got a job for you: send this to father straight away."

She quickly fastened the letter to the owl's leg, making sure it was tied tightly. There could be no chance of it falling into the wrong hands.

"Go," she shooed the bird away and watched him fly gracefully into the cloudy sky. "Don't stop until you get there!"

Suddenly, Adele heard the sound of footsteps in the snow and turned quickly to a familiar face.

Edited by Adelaine Beaumont, 14 January 2012 - 06:51 PM.

[Alexander Sowerby]

Alexander had half the mind to turn around as he reached the snowy steps of the Owlery, but felt that he ought to send the letter that was clutched in his gloved hand. It was addressed to his sister Julia. He had been surprised at his absent mindedness as next thing he knew the door to the Owlery was opening at his lightest touch and to his surprise he met the gaze of Adelaine Beaumont.

"Good morning" he said cheerfully as he clucked at a gaggle of sleeping owls who seemed to not want to be awaken as the shuffled on their perches to turn their beaks at him. He shrugged than spotted his owl.

"Pickle come down" he whispered to the owl although he knew that she must have heard. Pickle outstretched her arms and flew down onto his outstretched arm. Quickly tying his letter to the pouch where she carried correspondance, he had half the mind to ask Adelaine how she was; but decided on carrying through on the task at hand. "Get this to Julia," he whispered to the owl who clicked her beak and closed her eyes blinking to tell him she understood. Shuffling to the window upon when reached the owl took off with a flutter of wings and a low hoot.

Alexander watched the owl fly away and as he did so he turned toward Adelaine and smiled. "How are you by the way?"

[Adelaine Beaumont]

(What if I wanted it to be 1:35 p.m., Janice?)

Adelaine breathed a sigh of relief as Alexander greeted her. He certainly wasn't one to worry about anymore; he didn't seem to have overheard her, either way. Unless he simply wasn't letting on to his suspicions.

"Ah, good morning," she smiled nervously, pulling a bit on her long, blonde hair. "I'm, er..."

She trailed off as she noticed a rolled up bit of parchment on the ground a few feet from the Owlrey. Surely it wasn't...her letter? It couldn't be. Yet, somehow, she was positive that it was. She searched the ground for a sign of all-too-curious students; every person she saw would have half a mind to march straight over to the letter and read it.

"Oh, it'll be gone by the time I run down," she muttered to herself, whipping out her wand. "Accio parchment!"

Slowly but surely, the scroll lifted into the air and floated higher and higher to meet her outstretched hand.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

A letter to her parents was long overdue, and as such Lisette had finally taken it upon herself to pen one. When she'd finished and was satisfied, she started to make her way up to the Owlery. Who knows, perhaps she could finally stop and have a chat with one of her friends that she'd barely spoken to for a long time! Perhaps...

When she got there, Bella made a noise and indicated that she was happy to see her owner. This blatant display of affection made the Slytherin girl smile and she motioned for her pet to collect her letter. After it'd been sent off, Lisette turned around and saw a strange sight - Adele (yay!) and Alex (a person she had mixed feelings about) apparently in the midst of a conversation with each other. Adele was performing that weird spell - accio - on a piece of parchment.

Put off ease by this strange scene, Lisette chose to say nothing. They would notice her of their own accord. Probably.

[Alexander Sowerby]

Adelaine was about to answer him but trailed off as she saw a bit of parchment on the ground, casting a quick summoning charm the paper flew into her oustretched hand. Alexander watched as she took in her hand without saying a word, it was at that moment that he noticed another person stirring inside the Owlery.

A fellow Slytherin by the looks of her robes, he turned around to face the house mate properly and noticed it was Lisette who seemed to be deep in thoughts.

"Hello Lisette" he said loudly.

[Adelaine Beaumont]

[[OOC: I'm pretending we haven't gone to the Room of Requirement yet, okay folks?]]

Adele turned on the spot at the sound of Lisette's name and smiled brightly. It seemed to have been so long since she'd seen her friend, though it was only recently that they'd schemed to venture into the Room of Requirement with Meghan.

"Lisette!" she exclaimed, heading over to hug the girl. "You've been busy lately, I assume?"

Hoping no one would take notice of how suspicious she had been acting before, Adelaine quickly stuffed the snow-soaked letter into the pocket of her robes. Ilgre certainly wouldn't be getting any praise when he returned now.

Edited by Adelaine Beaumont, 16 January 2012 - 03:00 PM.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

~OOC: Okay, fine with me!~

Lisette was right, the two almost immediately noticed her. Alexander was the first, who said an overly-sonorous hello which Lisette quickly replied to. Adelaine, her good friend, greeted her in a much more casual and informal manner. She grinned, embraced her back and replied to her:

"Yes, I have been pretty busy lately, with homework and things like that. How are you?"


With raised eyebrows Lisette noticed Adelaine hurriedly shove a white thing into her pocket. Confused, she wondered what it was. Perhaps a snowball, secretively stored in there  ready to throw at a moment's notice. Perhaps an animal, small and wriggling. Perhaps...

Well, if Adele wasn't going to tell her she wouldn't pester and nag her.

[Alexander Sowerby]

Alexander was obviously not welcome amongst the two friends, not that he thought they were enemies nor that they weren't exactly friends. Surely, no; he simply thought that they wanted to undoubtedly talk to each other without his presence.

"I'll see you two later than," bidding them as he strode to the door, pulling it open and going down the stone steps.

Edited by Alexander Sowerby, 03 February 2012 - 11:05 AM.

[Adelaine Beaumont]

[OOC: Was Alexander having a bit of an off day?]

"Oh, you don't have to--" Adele sputtered as Alexander made his way out of the Owlery.

What was up with him? She stared curiously after him for a moment, then turned quickly to Lisette. In only a few short hours, they would be off on their search for the mysterious Room of Requirement. That is, if their plan actually worked. She hoped desperately that Meghan wouldn't chicken out.

"I'm splendid. I've been meaning to talk to you," she said nervously, calling down one of the school's owls. "Because there's something I've really got to get off my chest."

She could trust Lisette, couldn't she? Adele swiftly fastened the letter to the scrawny owl's leg, tightly this time. She wasn't going to chance it falling again.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

Oh great. She'd made poor Alexander unhappy...again! Lisette sighed as her mind flew back to unhappy thoughts, Emmy yelling at the two in French, the incredibly awkward Hogsmeade visit...

Well, at least she had her friend Adele. But even she looked upset and strained, (I'm splendid, I've been meaning to talk to you because there's something I've really got to get off my chest - that didn't sound good) but then again it could be because of their upcoming visit to the strange room...what if it didn't work? The three of them could and would get into serious trouble - maybe even expelled. If she was expelled, it would lead to her grandparents frowning down on her, the broken halves of her wand lying in the dirt....

And that was only her situation. What if it was worse for the other girls?

She gulped. "What is it, Adele?"

[Adelaine Beaumont]

Adele noted the expression on Lisette's face and immediately regretted saying anything. What if she took it the wrong way? Then again, was there really a right way to take it? What if she never spoke to Adele again, if she looked at her like a common criminal..what if she told?

"Well..please don't tell anyone," she said rather nervously, taking a deep breath. "I did something really awful..to Emmanuelle."

She backed away a bit and studied the Slytherin girl. Was it too late to turn and leave? Surely she couldn't leave it at that, though. Not without fully explaining. But she couldn't help worrying that she was going to lose her friend; most sane people don't like to associate with girls who attack their cousins. Adelaine couldn't hold back now, though.

"I..I hit her with the Leg-locker Curse and then Incarcerous and I locked her in a closet!" She turned toward the archway and looked out at the sky, feeling tears stinging her eyes. "But it was only because of all the horrible things she's done to me, and I just couldn't help myself, and I'm such a terrible person!"

Clumsily, Adele snatched the letter off of the owl's leg and stuffed it in her pocket again.

[Alexander Sowerby]

"Oh, you don't have to--"

Alexander was half way down the staircase when he stopped. He had forgotten his quill and ink at the top and seeing that it was his favourite quill, given to him by his cousin he didn't want to lose it.

As he made his way back up the stairs noiselessly, he heard the hurried whispers of Adelaine and Lisette which made him stop in his tracks. He didn't want them to think he was overhearing, he also didn't want them to think he was snooping; yet as hard as he tried to not listen, for moving now back down the stairs would undoubtedly alert them and make them think he was trying to snoop, he stood there rooted.

He heard the unmistakable voice of Adelaine say "something [...] awful" and the word "Emmanuelle", could it be, could it have been Adelaine who had cast the hex at her cousin and forced her into the closet all those weeks back. Was her guilty conscience now bothering her about this?

Alexander liked Adelaine, and Emmanuelle as well and yet he felt a horrible sinking feeling as he heard the rapt whisper of Adelaine as she spoke quickly to Lisette. He felt heat rising in his chest and in his cheeks, he was going to be caught and this was not a good place to be.

Straining his ears to block out the sound that came next, he heard Adelaine frantically explain. "I locked her in a closet" her voice sounded as if it was about to crack under the strain of the confession "But it was only because of all the horrible things she's done..."

Alexander stood there, and slowly and steadily he tip toed down the stairs to the bottom of the owlery, where he opened and slammed the door. Running his hand over his face, he ensured that his face revealed nothing about the shocking revelation he had just heard. It was shocking yes, but Emmanuelle was undoubtedly cruel and sometimes a hard person. He wasn't certain what side he would choose if he was forced to do so. Undoubtedly Adelaine had made a mistake in what she did, even if Emmanuelle deserved it. Than as loudly as he could, he ran up the stairs cursing and sounding as out of breath as he could muster. "Merlin's beard..." he said as he entered the top of the Owlery.

"Sorry I forgot..." he crossed to the place he had left his ink and quill, picking them up and stowing them in his bag. As he was about to turn he stopped and looked at Adelaine and Lisette and saw that Adelaine had been crying.

"What's wrong Adelaine?

Edited by Alexander Sowerby, 06 February 2012 - 11:55 AM.

[Lisette Amber Heartstone]

Emmanuelle. The name was not unfamiliar to her - the snobby French girl who seemed to think everybody was below her.  Lisette definitely did not like her but apparently Adelaine had done something terrible to her...What could it be? She had a sort of sick curiousity. What could be making her level-headed and calm friend panicky and nervous over a girl who was mean and cold-hearted?

Lisette listened. And almost gasped.

She couldn't help but imagine it, the poor girl locked into a closet with her legs firmly locked. But as soon as this image came into her mind, she would remember the nasty mean-spirited girl who called her names....in French. She blinked, trying hard not to show her true emotions.

She started to worry, though, when Adele seemed to get teary-eyed and weepy and was calling herself a terrible person. Lisette tried to console her. "No, you're not! Em can be really nasty at times...it wasn't your fault..." It sounded empty and devoid of feeling. She sighed, and almost laughed at her bad luck when Alexander appeared concerned and worried.