<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/ScyllaRavenclaw5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fall Lounging (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/bc0jal-l-610x610-sweater-tan-knit-knitwear-sweater+dress-oversized+sweater-fall+sweater-fall+outfits-fall.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure-blood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | 1st Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 2nd, 2017 | Saturday<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Middle Courtyard | Under the giant tree.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Lounging under the tree, reading a book, alone time<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Some Evanescence<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mr. Balor<br/><hr/><br/>Inwardly the Raven rolled her eyes as that sharp, chilly Irish accent that coated the top of her skin with little goosebumps. Her eyes flickered up and the delusion of what she thought had been a simple garden snake, shifted to something more deadly - A viper. That was how she viewed the senior approaching her. Slowly his body slithered around this lone obsidian Raven.  There was a thought that if she wasn't careful the circle he entrapped her with could close tighter keeping her from escaping. Anyone connected to her brother, if she even would call him that, was worth avoiding, yes?<br/><br/>She remained silent. Was it because she was new? How was she supposed to respond to that? Was this what magazine’s called flirting? She of course did not look up at him. Why was he even there? Did Xual put him up to it? Everything came back to her brother and his constant desire to try and be closer to her; everything that had happened to her was his fault and his fault alone. His birth made her insignificant.<br/><br/>The tranquility of her alone time was now tainted by bitter thoughts and memories. She could tell him to get lost. Scare him away with the flap of her onyx wings. Threaten to peak his eyes out with her sharp beak. Would he take no for an answer?<br/><br/>“It’s a public place.” It was an acceptance and yet it wasn’t. She’d allow him to make his own decisions for her; it didn’t mean she had to talk to him. She could just ignore him long enough he got bored with her and left. Though she would be lying if she said she wasn’t indirectly curious about him in some small place deep inside her. Tip toeing around the little net he had fished out. She wasn’t good at expressing herself, she wasn’t good at social interactions, all she could do was try and focus on her book in front of her.