* - - a quick run in... (marlon) [site plot]

[ISABELLA SABRINA ACKERLEY]

The library was rather peaceful and quite that evening, compared to most. It seemed that most had taken refuge in their own common rooms ever since the last attacking seeing as it had gotten much worse and Isabella had a feeling that her dreams were trying to point out to her what was happening, but why she couldn’t seem to figure out what they were telling her she didn’t understand.

She was leaned over a divination book with her diary to the side of it open to a page that had a small drawing of a pair of glowing eyes she had been seeing in her dreams. What did these eyes mean? She turned the page of the book looking up meanings of symbols in dreams, but it seemed that not many people dreamed of glowing eyes… she recognized the shape of them, but she couldn’t pin point it for some odd reason and she was supposed to be the smartest girl in the school, well next to Raychel of course as they always tied for top.

Finally she shut the book knowing it was getting late and decided that perhaps she should head on back to the common room as well. She’ll just have to sleep on it; maybe her dream will reveal to her tonight what she’s supposed to know. Sighing softly the young brunette put her books away in her bag before getting up and heading out of the Library.

With her mind elsewhere, she wasn’t exactly paying attention and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, her bag had split open as her books fell around her and one of her ink jars seemed to have cracked open and spilled onto one of her school books… at least it wasn’t her journal. “Sorry… I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going,[/color]” she said automatically before she even looked up to see who it was that she bumped into.

[MARLON COOPER DELANEY]

More than anything, Marlon wanted to be normal. It wasn’t that he wanted to be rid of his magic. It was the one aspect of himself that he actually liked. But in grade school, he was the one that everybody looked at strangely and sneered at because Marlon’s ratty rundown clothes. In addition, his classmates were armed with the knowledge that he practically lived at the edge of poverty and the fact that his father was a completely and utterly useless convict. To say the least, Marlon did not like his family very much at all. Hogwarts had been a veritable godsend for him. It gave him hope that he could be finally be normal. Then he found out that the visions that he was getting was not considered normal here either. Enter grumpy Marlon. So continued his journey to completely block out his visions altogether. Needless to say, he had been largely unsuccessful thus far. Plain and simple, He had enough of being ‘special’. That was just the diplomatic way of saying that he was weird.

So when Marlon accidentally discovered that Isabella Ackerley was also a Seer, his first natural instincts demanded to know if she knew how to stop the visions from coming. A preliminary scouting mission had deemed it that she did not, but that did not necessarily mean that she didn’t know how. Perhaps for some inconceivable reason, Ackerley actually wanted the visions. While discreetly following her in hopes that she might lead to him something that might help him on his question, Marlon found that Ackerley spent a great deal of time consulting and writing in a journal of some sort. Admittedly, the Slytherin also kept something similar for his own angry rants about his visions and their utter uselessness. Given his own uses of his manly journal, it made sense that the Ravenclaw may keep the secrets or additional information of what he needed in there. This meant that he needed to steal it.

And that was why he was waiting patiently outside of the library, waiting for Isabella Ackerley to emerge from her hiding place. God, what was it with Ravenclaws and studying? He felt like the girl had been in there for ages. However, his patience was soon rewarded as Ackerley opened the library door with too many books stuffed into one poor bag. Marlon cursed slightly under his breath when he saw that her journal was among the books that was stuffed into this bag. That meant he couldn’t do the old trick of bumping into her and stealing it off her while she was distracted by that. This called for a bit more. No problems.

As soon as he saw the Ravenclaw begin to walk out, Marlon began to walk towards her while sullenly bowing his head as he was wont to do. “Diffindo,” he muttered under his breath as he flicked his wand discreetly from within the volumes of his sleeves to cause Isabella’s bag to rip. For good measure, Marlon ‘accidentally’ crashed into her hard enough to cause both of them to tumble down to the ground. The Slytherin was unwilling to admit that the force with which he used to run into her may have had something to do with the fact that the Ravenclaw seemed to have everything together.

“Sorry,” he muttered, sounding just as sullen as he looked. Nevertheless, Marlon made to help her gather up her fallen books. As he came along the familiar journal, he swiftly grabbed and pocketed the desired book. Living on the streets had done much to perfect his sleight of hand skills. Marlon hoped that with her volumes of books, Ackerley wouldn’t notice that her journal was mysteriously missing until much later. “Here,” he said, offering her the books that he had managed to gather.