a vision of sun in the end

[asahria ryek']

Closed for Morrigan

The quill twisted wistfully in her fingers as she bit apprehensively on her lower lip. Her head was tilted slightly to the side, resting in her free hand as her blue gaze crossed over the parchment before her. Asahria lay out across her maroon comforter on her stomach, legs bent at the knee and crossed at the ankle, tapping to some random beat. Her eyes swiveled to the clock near the bedside table and she sighed disdainfully as she realized the time. She had spent the better part of two hours in the dorm working on homework, she had been hoping to get some other things accomplished today. With the ever growing hours she didn't see her chances as very likely. Hesitantly, Asahria pulled herself from her previous position, sitting up in her bed and set to cleaning the mess of homework which was assorted on her bed. It was all muggle studies and astronomy work which she had fallen behind on, over the last stressful weeks, but she was sure she could tend to it later.

With her books and papers stacked into a neat pile and her legs dangling over the edge of her bed, she let her gaze cross the room tentatively before falling upon the window. The shades were pulled carelessly to the side, to show the outdoors. The skies were dark, darker than she preferred, suspecting the looming presence of snow. How she hated the snow, it was too cold. Asahria had never been partial to the cold, she was already looking forward to the upcoming summer months. She had been hoping to go out and give herself some flying practice, it was the eve of quidditch season and she didn't feel she was quite up to par with her skills. She had been happy to receive the keeper position this term, something about the position was thrilling. As danger prone as she was it seemed hardly the best choice as she was one of the prime targets for the bludgers, but she enjoyed it.

Smiling to herself, decidedly Asahria crossed the room to the window. The pitch wasn't in view of her window, but the weather seemed well enough for some practice, she was sure the practice would steel her from the gripping cold. Shrugging her shoulders she turned from the window crossing the room to the wardrobe, where her pack resided. She threw it over her shoulder before hurrying to get her broom. Gripping it in her hands she smiled graciously, it was about time she had some practice. She missed being in the air, the excitement. It seemed like a good way to get her mind off of things as well, it was most possibly one of the best calming excises she knew. Which was ironic really, seeing as it was one of the most dangerous she knew as well. She checked to be sure she had a hair tie secured fastly about her wrist before scampering out the dorm and through the common room.

The corridors were full with students scurrying in every direction. She supposed it was about time that lunch would be taking place in the great hall, she was hardly hungry. A dose of flying sounded much better than a plate full of food right now. She crossed through the halls quietly waving to students she recognized, stopping for only a few short exchanged words. Most recognized her want to get to the pitch so tried not to hold her back for too long. She wove her way through quickly as was possible, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally reached the entrance hall. The pitch seeming in grasp now, that she had no one to stop her for conversation anymore. Upon opening the doors she was met with a breeze, chill and persistent. The cold she doubted would bother her much, the slight breeze though, she knew would work to alter the course of her broom.

She shrugged absently, continuing towards the pitch her mind focused on what she should be doing. Unlike the seeker, or the beaters even it was hard for a keeper to practice by themselves. Her goal in the game was to keep the quaffel from entering one of their three hoops, something which one couldn't judge before hand. Her position relied alot on other players, thankfully she had learned a motor spell which she could use to practice individually. It wasn't as effective, but it was nice for an unscheduled practice. As she walked through the stadium entrance to the lockers rooms, already she was shrugging her bag off of her shoulders, taking it in hand. Once in side she rested her firebolt carefully against a row of lockers, dropping her duffel in front of the one which had her named engraved neatly against it. She was quick to shed her day wear and change into the protective gear that was required of her. Lastly she flipped her hair, running her fingers through it's tangled blonde waves, before wrapping the hair tie about it tightly. She smiled in approval when she slipped her head back, and it stayed secure neatly in place. Grabbing her broom she crossed the room and took the quaffel from it's place in the chest, surprised to see that one other game playing object was gone. The snitch. Her brow furrowing in wonder, she headed to the pitch, with her broom and quaffel in hand

[mórrígan masen]

WE START TO LOSE OUR MINDS

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan had been sat at her desk for a good few hours. Well, she was sort of sat at her desk at least – her feet were propped up on the corner of it and she was leaning slightly back in her chair, rocking back and forth slightly as she read the book that lay in one hand and against her forearm. She had been reading through Beating the Bludgers – A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch for a few days now, taking the time to just sit by herself every day and read it for a while. She'd definitely caught the Quidditch bug once again and she was absolutely loving it – it was taking up plenty of her time and keeping her mind occupied on something good. She'd tried out of the Sournois Quidditch team and managed to secure herself a spot as Beater, putting her back in her old sporting shoes. She hadn't played Quidditch competitively for a few years now, but that didn't stop her being any less good at what she could do. Finishing another chapter, she let her head roll back and rested her chin on her shoulder as she took in the sight of the clock sitting on her bedside cabinet, her eyes focusing ever so easily. She should probably stop reading now. She sat up properly in her chair, her feet dropping to the floor and slipping into the boots she had left just beneath her chair as she put her bookmark back into the book, closing it and settling it on the table, on top of the other books that were stacked there. She'd get around to tidying them all away eventually. For the time being, she was going to grab her glasses, her side bag and her jacket and head out for a while, which is exactly what she did once she got to her feet, wiggling her toes slightly as they adjusted to being back in her boots. Once she was sorted, she made her way down into the common room, politely nodding at a few of the students that littered the room and looked her way as she made her way through. When she finally made it out into the rest of the school, the smell of all kinds of cooking food hit her sense. Of course, it was lunch time. She took a little detour, heading to the kitchens in order to pester a few of the house elves into making her a couple of bacon and egg sandwiches, having one wrapped up properly and hiding it in her little bag and the other partially wrapped so that she could eat it as she went for a little walk in the grounds. Munching away on her sandwich, she headed outside, unflinching against the cool air as it hit her face and the slight breeze blew her curls away from her face. The wind, if anything, was helping her in her task to eat her greasy sandwich, so she wasn't going to complain about it. Thank Merlin for getting her appetite back too. She had really been starting to question when the hell she'd be getting it back, knowing it wasn't normal to skip meals for days on end. With Quidditch on the brain, she found herself wandering down to the Quidditch pitch, finishing off one sandwich and tucking the rubbish into her little bag and pulling out the second sandwich and starting on that one now. Entering the stadium, she found herself walking out onto the pitch, gaze lifted as she turned herself around in order to take in the sight of all the stands that surrounded her. Merlin, did they make a person feel small when they were stood on the ground. She was distracted from her admiration as someone else came out onto the pitch, a girl who was kitted up ready for a practice. “...Asahria?” she questioned, not being a hundred percent sure that that was the other girl's name, but where was the real harm in trying to call her out. Even if she was wrong, she was certain that the girl would be quick to correct her. “I'm sorry,” she immediately said, lowering her half eaten sandwich from her mouth. “I didn't realise anyone else was out here.”

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[asahria ryek']

Closed for Morrigan

Taking the quaffel in her hands Asahria was met with a surge of emotions, both comforting and unsettling all at once. It felt almost natural to be holding the red ball again – as if it belonged there. It was curious considering she’d all but given up quidditch in her time away from Beauxbatons. While Asahria had not traveled far, still remaining in France, her time away from this had seemed worlds apart. There’d been a stark contrast to her life at home and the one she had here at Beauxbatons. Her parents had never warmed to the idea of her coming to a school for witchcraft and wizardry; in fact her mother had strongly detested it. In her time apart, she’d lost contact with everything she’d come to know and love. Had it not been for her resentment at remaining home Asahria might have forgot what it was to be a witch altogether. She’d lived as much a muggle life in the past two years as she had growing up. At home her priority had been her mother and her mother had strongly detested everything Asahria loved.

Tossing the quaffle in her glove fitted hand, Asahria wondered if that was the reason she’d let herself grow so far apart from everyone. She’d spoken to no one, not even letting anyone know why she was leaving. In order to keep her mother happy she’d given up her whole world – quidditch, magic, but most importantly her friends. By making her mother her top priority, she’d forgotten everything else that was important to her. It had been hard getting back into the flow of things since she returned. Once she had been among the top of her class, a strong competitor, she’d even been head girl. Since returning, Asahria had felt as though she had no purpose. Classes hadn’t seemed as important, her friends had all dispersed, and she’d been left to wallow in her own self-pity.

With her broomstick and the quaffle in hand, she felt as though maybe some of that purpose was returning to her. She’d loved quidditch before she’d left. Being back out on the pitch she was realizing that none of that had changed, she still had that same fire for the sport. She’d been back for some time now, but things were just now starting to fall back into place for her. Asahria had once recognized Beauxbaton’s as her home, but in her time away she’d forgotten what it felt like to really belong to a place. It had taken time, but others were slowly helping her recognize that this is where she belonged. The steps had been small, but finally she was beginning to settle back into normality.

A smile lit her features as she looked out across the pitch, her eyes settling on the far goal posts. This was definitely where she belonged. Just as she was throwing the quaffle into the air once more her gaze caught sight of another individual on the pitch. It had been empty when she’d ventured through not long ago, but it seemed that someone else had chosen to occupy the space in her absence. She’d not even had a moment to catch a proper glimpse of the girl before she’d said her name aloud, albeit questioningly. Biting her lip, Asahira hugged the quaffle to her side closing the distance between herself and the girl. Her dark raven hair stood out against the newly brightened colors of spring. Upon getting a closer look Asahria realized that she did know the girl, though she wouldn’t venture so far as to say she knew her well.

Morrigan, of course. She said, offering a polite smile as the girl lowered a sandwich from her mouth. She’d never been close to the girl, but Asahria considered her an acquaintance. She knew that she’d taken her place as Head Girl when she’d chosen to step down and she was also pretty sure she was dating Nathaniel. They’d not crossed paths for either of those reasons, instead Asahria associated her with Holden. Holden had likely been her closest friend during his days at Beauxbatons, while he was a sournois he’d watched out for her much like a brother. Often she’d considered him to be the closest thing she had to family. Neither did I honestly, but not like their isn’t pitch enough to share. She said, a light laugh escaping her lips. She hardly considered the girls presence a bother and if practicing was her intention there was space enough for the both of them. Were you out here to practice? Or just out and about? She asked, shrugging her shoulder. It’s been sometime since I saw you last.

[mórrígan masen]

WE START TO LOSE OUR MINDS

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan smiled brightly as Asahria's reaction confirmed that she'd at least gotten her name right and that she knew who she was as well. Well, sort of – she believed it was more of a case that they knew of one another, through the seemingly many mutual acquaintances they had. It was funny to think that they actually had so many friends in common, but hadn't really interacted much themselves. You'd think it'd be one of those logical steps, but it never happened before and then she'd been a way for a hell of a long time. She tilted her head to one side briefly, a smile spreading across her mouth. “Yep – that'd be me,” she responded brightly. Of all the people they had in common, the person that sprung immediately to mind when it came to considering where she'd heard the most about Asahria Ryek was from her step brother, Holden. Much as it had taken him time to warm up to the idea of having a werewolf step sister, he seemed quite capable of taking on other people as pseudo siblings. It was kind of sweet and had been the thing that had kept her tolerant of his somewhat distaste of her, giving him the opportunity to right himself before she bit his head off. She laughed slightly and nodded slowly, lifting her sandwich to her mouth to take a quick bite as Asahria spoke. She chewed the little mouthful relatively quickly, clearing her mouth before she responded. “You say that now, but there's definitely not enough pitch come game day,” she joked in observation. She shook her head quickly at the other girl's initial question. “Oh, no, just out and about really,” she responded, lifting her sandwich briefly in gesture to the idea that she wasn't prepared to be practising right at this very moment. She lowered her gaze briefly at the other girl's last comment. It had been some time since anyone had really seen her last up until recently. “Yeah, I've...I've been away,” she began, scowling slightly and shaking her head. “Family stuff,” she added. Having realised what she said, she quickly lifted her head and shook it slightly again. “But not Masen stuff, not Holden or anything,” she explained quickly. “Frost stuff, my dad,” she added in a lower tone. Ever since the start of the mess with Lycan, she'd actually started to call him dad, something she hadn't done since she'd been a very little girl. “It wasn't pleasant, I was intolerable, so I stayed away,” she continued to explain, clearing her throat briefly. “But enough of the doom and gloom – how are you?” she questioned, the pleasant tone returning to her voice as if it had never left. That was definitely something she'd improved in her time away. She could be deceptively cheerful, but it was harder to stay in a low mood around here. There was something in the allure of the palace and the grounds that just made it so difficult to be sad or mad all the time, unlike staying at home or even at the old Frost place.

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[asahria ryek']

Closed for Morrigan

Asahira mirrored the girl’s smile, glad to have recognized her at first glance. While the two had never had much interaction it seemed as though Asahria knew a lot about the girl – perhaps more than she should considering they’d not spent much time in one another’s company. Somehow Morrigan had seemed to have been part of her life without ever having actually been part of it. She’d heard the girls name in passing conversation on more than one occasion and not from only one individual. Thinking about it, Asahria wasn’t exactly sure how they’d come so far without crossing paths and she’d not only heard Morrigan’s name from Holden. She was sure she’d even heard her name in Charlton’s passing conversations, with him being so close to Nathaniel – the two had been dating after all. Nathaniel and Asahria had their past differences, but they’d managed to sort past them. In fact, Nathaniel had probably been the one who’d kept her most stable when she’d learned of Charlton’s memory loss, before she’d run off without a word that was. Biting her lip softly, Asahria wondered about their relationship. Had they managed the distance or had it suffered a similar fate to her own?

I was pretty positive. Asahria said, reckoning with a smile. There for a time, when Holden has first taken her under his wing she remembered him having a hard time dealing with the fact that Morrigan was his step-sister. She’d never been able to properly gauge the reason, but she’d been there with him the entire way as he’d sorted it out. It had taken him time, but that was no surprise, Holden had always been the stubborn sort. Seems a bit silly that we’ve so many acquaintances, but have never really had much the opportunity to actually speak to each other. Always surrounded by those boys I felt like there was never much female company, though your name came up enough that it almost felt like you were around. Laughing she shifted the quaffle against her side, waiting as she finished chewing her sandwich.

Suppose I might have realized that. Asahria said with a laugh. Looking over the girls clothes again, she could see she wasn’t really geared for practice. That and she didn’t have her broom at her side either, if anything that should have been the one thing that clued her in. True enough, that’s why you’ve got to take advantage of it while it’s empty. Morrigan was right, come game day there was never enough field. The stands and field alike would be alight with energy. She was looking forward to those upcoming games, they were the one thing she’d really been looking forward too since returning. Playing keeper was the only thing she’d properly regained since returning and she wasn’t about to let that slip. Know there’ll be some tough competition this year. Winking she threw the quaffle at the girl playfully. What position are you playing this year?

Asahria set her broom on the ground deciding she had no use for it at this time and turned her solemn blue eyes back on Morrigan as she stuttered over her speech, noting that she’d been gone for some time. She stiffened slightly when Morrigan mentioned that her absence was because of family, her mind turning instinctively to Holden. She didn’t know of his whereabouts but she liked to think that he could take care of himself. She’d heard little from him since there last interaction and she was still very much under the impression that he’d been avoiding her. The last time she’d seen him face to face he’d been dangerously close to turning her into a vampire. While the encounter still sent chills up her spine, she couldn’t help but miss her dear friend as he had been her closest. She doubted he had ever forgiven himself, he’d made an awful fit about her being to weak and even in Charlton’s absence had been afraid of his reaction. Biting her lip, she allowed herself to breathe again when Morrigan quickly interrupted, likely having known that her mind would automatically jump to Holden – not that it made the circumstances any better.

I’m sorry to hear that. She said with a solemn nod. It seemed that every which way she turned things had been running astray. It had been a hard time for Asahria, but it was proving to have been difficult for a great many others as well. I hope that everything is sorting itself out. I understand. She was sure she couldn’t possibly understand the circumstances of what Morrigan was going through, but she could understand the need to be away if nothing else. I was actually away for some time as well. I’ve only returned just recently, trying to get back into my old routine. She said softly, forcing a smile across her lips. She’d slowly been finding that routine again, but it didn’t change the fact that things were still missing – still out of place. It did feel good to be back here again though, at the one place that truly felt like home.

Asahria allowed a genuine smile to take place on her features when Morrigan spoke again, casually putting the dark mood behind them, something she wished she could do with more ease. I’ve been quite well. Missing some people, but it feels great to be back here again. This weather is a definite mood booster, I’ve been wanting to get outside for weeks now.