<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/ember1_zpshxjhxljm.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Ember Aodh<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Somewhere outside the castle<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Gryffindor<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>6th Year / Quidditch Chaser<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Friday Sep 2, 1988, noonish<br/><strong>What ::</strong>waking up?<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Rune<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Ember sat pondering Rune's first question.<em>Interesting</em>seemed to be open to interpretation amongst her peers, so she grabbed a lock of her hair and began to twist it around the headphone cord.<br/><br/>"I suppose it might be interesting that I was once again foiled from completing my objective," She scrunched her nose playfully at Rune, as he made a curiously shiny pebble appear in his hand. Ember would never lead on to the fact that she found Rune's particular flare for tricks and playfulness, to be quite delicious. She often felt the need to study him, as though a glimmer of familiarity resided somewhere within their bones. Unfortunately, she really felt like their similarities seemed to place him in somewhat of a soft spot; one of the few soft spots Ember seemed to possess. Her eyes did not blink as she assessed his face. Noting the expectant look he gave her towards the object in his hand. Her brows knit together in confusion, and she tentatively retrieved the "gift". Barely registering the cat with the eyes that spoke, she scooped him into her lap and began to pet him absent-mindedly as she turned over the mysterious item.<br/><br/>"What is..."She sniffed the ball and her eyes lit up at the aroma, "Chocolate...."She breathed as she popped the whole morsel in her mouth and began to chew vigorously. The flavor did not explode as quickly as she had anticipated however, and she struggled to be polite and not spit out the offending metallic treat. Looking down she noted the look on Mori's face, one that barely hinted at perplexity, and she felt a tingle of suspicion as she pulled a difficult bite from her mouth, glowering at Rune, and flicked the wet, chocolate and saliva covered membrane off towards the distance. It was sticking to her teeth, and Ember felt as though part off the treat must be alive. It was clinging to the back of her throat and no matter how many times she swallowed, the urge to let out a giant hacking noise as she expelled the vile menace for good, was getting harder and harder to fight.<br/><br/>To top it off she was being "enlisted" to help find Eva's anklebiter. As if Ember believed for a second that he was just a dog, after all, he was the yapping hellhound of a the Slytherin whore. Ember finally let her mood cloud over and gave up on picking out the the remaining chunks of metal from her mouth, and let a brooding eyebrow furl take over her curious face. She pulled her wand from under her, and pointed it at her throat,<br/><br/>"Tergeo." She felt the remnants dissipate, and smiled a smile that might send a wave of unease, into the bravest of men.<br/><br/>"You want...me...to help...<em>her</em>." Her eyes darkened and she bit her lip; suppressing a growl that was fighting to bubble to the surface of her composed,<em>civilized</em>appearance. "Fine. I'll look for the tiny demon spawn, but from now on...I only want the chocolate. Not the stuff on the outside. that wasn't nice." She leaned in and growled at him softly, nipping his cheek in a pseudo kiss, and stood with the grace of a dancer. Her mood was palpable and Rune, would undoubtedly know that she was holding back. To take out her irritation at the situation was one thing, and oh...she would, but not on Rune. The smile deepened into a dangerous grin. She would take it out on the Slytherin bitch that dared to think herself worthy of begging assistance from someone above her rank. Ember would find the damnable creature, and return him to his witch,<em>and the next time she ever comes to me for help will be the last.</em><br/><br/>"That bitch needs to learn her place...sending you to wake me up..." Ember grumbled as she made her way to stand. The weight of her passenger toppling her slightly towards Rune, and she felt her hand shoot out to steady herself. Landing against his hard chest, she felt her grin waiver, and her eyes began to study...ever studying, alas she broke the awkward hold and began to pull back and right herself, all the while damning her paleness. Rarely did she ever flush from shame or embarrassment. It was other sensations that brought the blood to her skin. New...everything was beginning to feel so...new...<br/><hr/>