Raven Behind the Clock Tower :Open:

[helena]

The smell of parchment and freshly fallen rain surrounded Helena as she made her way to the Clock Tower. Her morning classes had just ended which meant that Helena had nearly an hour to waste between her lunch and free period. She lifted her skirts to make climbing the stone stairs easier, though it did little to protect her as she read a scroll of Potions. However, Helena was used to doing almost anything while reading so she only nearly tripped once. She dropped the fabric she had gathered in her hand of her skirt once she reached the towers and sighed.

For the first times since Helena had begun her reading she looked up from the ink stained paper and took in her surroundings. On her left was the Ravenclaw common room and on her right was the Clock tower- Helena decided to head towards the Clock. She had always found the ticking of the metal and the fresh hair calming to her. So, within a few minutes Helena had settled herself quietly in a corner of the tower where the sun could stream in and laid her parchment down in front of her. Her dark eyes scanned over the words and snorted rather unladylike, disagreeing with its contents.

”Wormwood would do just as well with less side effects….” Helena muttered to herself with a haughty attitude and suddenly regretted not having brought some ink and a quill with her. The Head Girl scolded herself quietly for her forgetfulness and ignored the sound of students making their way through the castle for lunch. She figured that though some had decided to wander instead of eating in the Great Hall, she was still unlikely to be bothered from her corner in the tower.

[Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov]

Vasilisa's class had been rather boring today – potions, but she'd managed to trip up and knock a cauldren over, splashing some poor student with it's contents, needless to say she was feeling a little guilty about that. Lissa climbed the stairs slowly and carefully. She watched each step as she took it, making sure her foot was firmly placed on the step before moving again. She usually ran up stairs but she was feeling a little shaken that day, and had decided to be as careful as she could be.

She usually came up here when she didn't have any lessons, to just lean on the balcony – which was weird for someone who feared falling, but it was quite calming to have the wind blowing through her hair. She reached the top step, slightly out of breath. She really needed to exercise more. The half Veela, took in her surroundings before hurrying over to the railings. Lissa didn't think being a Veela was any different from not being one, she still had boy trouble, maybe a little more when she accidentally used her Veela Charm, a gift the Gryffindor Prefect usually refused to use. It just caused trouble.

Lissa pulled at the ribbon tied around her wrist, and tied it around her vast amount of hair. The puffiness of her hair, reflected the rain fall that morning. She'd been caught out, she'd gone into the Entrance Courtyard and hadn't realised it was about to rain till it was too late. She turned around, hearing someone mutter. She had obviously not checked out her surroundings overly well. She looked curiously in the direction of the noise, her floor length dress, brushing the stones as she turned. Her hands went to the strap of her bag, and wrapped around it, wringing the material out. “Hello” she smiled at the Head Girl, as she realised she was there.

“You up here on your own?” she asked kindly.