<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Scylla_Rave_6.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Papyrus;">Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)</span></span><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bf/06/6c/bf066c8b372075d21bd95ca679920000.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening | Friday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the Owlry looking out at the bonfire site<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Inner thoughts and cold shoulder.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Todrick Hall - If I Had A Heart (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkTdOjywqOs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Aaric<br/><hr/><br/>Scylla hadn't looked up but she could hear his movements. The sound of his voice as he explained things she wasn’t familiar with personally. Where there really books out there for these kind of things? It wasn’t like she wanted to really learn. She enjoyed her solitude, didn’t she?<br/><br/>She didn’t like the rest of explanation. She slumped closer into herself. Any closer and she might lose balance and fall over. She peered over the edge and gaze down, all the way down the bottom. If she fell would there be anything left of her to remember? The breeze felt amazing, blowing through her dark tresses, and forcing them to dance about. The smell of the smoke was almost wonderful.<br/><br/>“Does that have to be for everyone? What if you just like observing? What if you do not wish to connect with anyone?” She asked. Was he the type to enforce his own will upon others? Why was he saying these things? He absolutely knew nothing about her other than she was related to his best friend. She had heard through the grapevine a lot about him. Warning signs and yet his chilly Irish accent was pulling her in. It wasn’t the warning signs she was concerned with but the ones that came from within.<br/><br/>The little whispers brushing along her thoughts, thoughts she’d not speak out loud, not allow them to echo in the hallows of her mind. She bit her lip then released it. Should she say something mean? Finally she turned her gaze back to him. Locking hazel eyes with him. Was that a confession of some kind? Her soften gaze sharpened into a glare. “Did<em>he </em>put you up to this?” Her voice lowered to a faint growl.<br/><br/>Why would anyone in their right mind want to think about a girl who goes out of her way to disappear into the crowds. Why was she brightest in the darkness to Aaric. She had to guess it was cause her brother was telling him to be nice to her. To impose on her one woman show.