<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/VegaGryff4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Vega Sutton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>grey t-shirt, maroon hoodie, black leather jacket, black faded jeans and grey trainers (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/10/09/f3100975f31f83d94347e9078c81cff6.jpg),<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor First Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Saturday morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>by a large tree at the edge of the<strong>Great Lake </strong><br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>bored out of her tree planning an escape route<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Bullet with Butterfly wings (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-r-V0uK4u0&t=0s&list=PLQ3U12B1z4JU9QSNmSqoarkB_v7zOLW9G&index=28)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><strong>OPEN </strong><br/><hr/><br/>The sky had been undecided all morning long and Vega had lain in her bed just as undecided staring at the canopy of her bed before finally inhaling long and deep, swinging her legs out of the bed and exhaling loudly before they had touched the cold wood of the dorm floor. Scratching the back of her head as a small yawn escaped her Vega glanced back at the pillow her head had rested on a mere moment before which should have been empty but instead the cat she had to buy for some unknown reason now lay purring atop it. Vega frowned debating whether to shoo the cat away, change out the pillow covering or just let the creature be. The black eyes of the as yet to be named cat opened and glanced at her and both stared for a while as if not wanting to be the first to look away. Vega won, she was just as strange as the cat possibly more so and as the black Bombay cat snuggled deeper, purposefully scratching claws into the pillow in a pretense at getting comfortable the cat even gave her begrudging kudos for staring her down. Vega let the cat be, so really they both won.<br/><br/>Vega didn't bother to grab the entirety of her wash bag, instead she picked up her toothbrush from where she had let it drop to the bedside locker the evening before. Padding on bare feet she walked down to the bathroom and used it, sticking her toothbrush behind her ear while she sat there contemplating her next move. So far she had met all the professors from all her classes, her 'disorder' meant that they took an interest in what a muggle permanent 'illness' looked like. To date the classes she liked she could count with her nose, one Defense against the Dark Arts and that was only because professor Creevy seemed to creep people out the way she did. The class itself she found as banal as all the others, she didn't want to be here and no amount of pep talk from good old James Morrison the Gryffindor head boy would change that. The very thought of a headboy and one that looked like James who was anything but a boy made Vega smirk before finally flushing and leaving the cubicle. She went to wash her hands, throw some water at her face and brush her teeth.<br/><br/>Her morning routine was basic at best on a Saturday. Standing in girl boxers and a grubby grey vest top, Vega gripped the edge of the basin with one hand while doing likewise with the other hand but with her toothbrush in situ. For a moment her head hung over the sink as she watched her spittle being washed down the drain before lifting her gaze and looking at the reflection in the old mirror before her. Her skin was pale and blemish free, the only markings being her tattoos and piercings, she had been asked by Professor Cliffspire the Gryffindor head of house to remove the more 'obvious' piercings, which Vega had thought was a breach on her person-hood but eventually she had removed the slightly larger piercings and replaced them with studs or smaller rings. It was a truce, an olive branch of sorts and Cliffspire had taken it but since then she had smiled even more warmly than ever before at Vega as she walked the corridors to class or even in Charms; twice she had seen her at the flying lesson beaming brightly at the way Vega took such a bizarre class in her stride.<br/><br/>She returned to her dorm, moving quietly so as not to disturb the others still sleeping. She dressed herself, every so often looking at the unnamed cat still atop her pillow before sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling on socks and trainers. Once the laces were tied, Vega picked up her shoulder satchel and placed it on, letting the bag itself settle to her side. It was only then that Vega looked at the wand that was lying in its box on her bedside locker. With a sigh she picked it up and put that inside the bag in the compartment she usually set aside for her laptop. Staring at the space with the stick of magical powers, she wished it was her laptop for the millionth time since she had gotten to this infernal school. Her bed left unmade she walked across the dorm to open the door as quietly as she had done before, only this time she didn't leave it alone. Her strange cat had stretched itself out, saw her about to leave and decided it would go with her behaving perhaps more like a dog than a cat but neither girl or familiar were normal by any stretch of the word.<br/><br/>Through the castle she walked, having stepped out of the portal and ignoring the fat lady's warm greeting by pulling her hoodie up over her black hair. Hands tucked like fists into the pockets of her jacket she stepped onto a staircase before it began to move. Vega hated this, it would either make her journey outside longer than necessary or just make her completely lost like it had before earning her a nice shade of blue when she had shown up at Professor Shufflebottom's class late. Who does that she had fumed when she had to walk around looking like Grumpy Smurf for the entire day, she should have sat at the Ravenclaw table afterwards she had thought. Eventually she found herself walking out the entrance and down towards the Great Lake, glancing behind her to note that cat was still following her. She said nothing but continued on her way until at last she spotted the large oak tree and sighed with relief. Her hands left her pockets and rummaged in her bag until her cigarettes and a lighter were found. She lit one and inhaled deeply enjoying the first drag of the morning before flicking down her hood and sitting down at the base of the tree that looked out on to the lake. This was to her the best spot in all of the school, she took another drag letting her head rest back against the gnarled wood as cat came and sat near her. Vega's legs bent at the knees, arms resting straight out atop them with smoke pinched between the index and thumb of her left hand, she looked out across the Great Lake.<br/><strong><br/>"What are the possibilities of digging a tunnel out of here?"</strong>she asked cat without even looking at the sleek black bundle,<strong>"or walking out of here wherever here is."</strong><br/>