Take me by the hand [Open]

You twit, Matthew scolded, it's night time, it's prefect duties, no one is going to be paying attention to you. He wore a white collard polo shirt and simple jeans with white and black tennis shoes, nothing fancy, nothing flashy. His hair, like normal, stuck up all over his head, but it didn't look unintentional so he didn't try to fix it. In all, he looked... okay.

Finally, after nearly half an hour of checking his reflection in the mirror, Matthew finally threw his cloak around him and turned his back on the image before him. He cursed under his breath as someone close to him let out a loud snore. More than anything he wanted to crawl into bed and forget his duties, but he knew someone would end up coming to look for him if he missed his rounds again. He didn't understand why they were so damn important anyway, he never found anyone. Maybe he wasn't looking hard enough, or maybe he was just never in the right place at the right time, either way he found it to be a waist of his time.

Reluctantly, he left the dorms and his fellow snoring Hufflepuffs and made his way towards... He stopped. Where was he going? A handful of very colorful profanities swam through his head just dying to be uttered, but he kept his lips pressed tightly together; what good would it do anyway? With an angry sigh, Matthew started walking, but to where he didn't know. Yes, he had been given directions on where he was supposed to be tonight, but did he pay attention? No, naturally he had no idea. He never really did, Matthew just sort of wandered around and acted like he knew what he was doing. Matthew was sure they'd made a mistake when they made him prefect.

It wasn't like he didn't have his own issues to deal with. As he wandred aimlessly down the hall towards the nearest staircase, he thought about just how boreing his night was sure to be. From the stories he heard from other Prefects, they seemed to hardly ever have a dull moment. So how was it that he always ended up falling asleep somewhere? Maybe he repelled rule breakers. Or maybe he smelled so bad that anyone close by had enough time to hide before he came closer. At the thought of smelling foul, Matthew had the sudden urge to smell himself, but finding no offensive oader, he shrugged and felt rather silly. Thank Merlin I'm alone, he thought sheepishly, Moron.

Finally as Matthew reached the stairs he smiled just a little; he'd finally decided on where to go. Now, however, as he looked at all the stairs he had to climb, he didn't fell it was such a perfect place after all. I don't feel like trying to find anywhere else, Matthew groaned to himself. Better start climbing. Because he didn't really want to climb the stairs, Matthew found it took him longer to get to the Seventh floor than he thought it would. When he finally rached the top step, he doubled over with his hands on his knees. Out of shape much, he scolded as he stood there panting slightly. How do you expect to find anyone who will accept you when you can't take care of yourself?

"Oh shut it!" Matthew said outloud. Wincing he looked down the stairs behind him then down the hall as if he expected to see anyone. Another round of colorful profanities swam through his head, but like before he forced his lips to stay tightly closed.

Stuffing his hands into his pocket, he curled his fingers around his wand, just in case and started down the hall. Halfway down he sighed to himself and stopped, staring down the hall and the shadows before him. What the hell was he doing? No one was going to be down there. Cursing under his breath he found a bench not far to his right and slouched over to it. Determined to not move, Matthew pulled his feet onto the bench next to him and leaned agianst the wall, might as well get comfortable, he sighed. No one will be coming through here tonight.

Though he assumed he'd picked a safe place where he would be alone all night, he forgot that not far from where he now sat was a room that also sat in wait. He knew about the Room of Requierment, but he had forgotten all about it. Never needing to use the room himself, Matthew tended to forget it was there until he heard someone else talking about it, even then he forgot about it quickly. And now, here he was, so close to it he could get into it easly and he still remained ignorant of its presance.

Prim laid there. In the middle of an open space in the grass. Her blue eyes were covered by large sunglasses and her fair skin took in the sun. She had a ghost of a smile on her face. Her day was filled with school and homework. It wasn’t something she complained about and it didn’t even bug her. It gave her a new perspective on how she saw things when the work was finished. The bleach blonde turned her head to the side. She was in one of her trances. Her mind was nowhere and everywhere. No single thought laid in her head, just many. Some included lunch and history. Others included trying to figure out how to behave or how she should style her notes. Her current thoughts were trailing the lasted book she finished. She understood society to a point, but not enough to where she knew how to behave in society itself.

The blonde’s hand trailed up to her necklace and she played with it. What was she doing? She was hiding in her thoughts and in her books like she knew since she was a child. That was what she was doing. The blonde gave a soft sigh. She turned her head to the other side. This time she gave time to watch people. She watched a couple for a minute before her eyes trailed onto some group in the distance, she watched them too. But she never would think to join them. It was just not in her personality. Prim was a lonely soul. She was always alone and didn’t mind it. She could never fit into some set of people. Prim didn’t understand them and they hardly could understand her. It was sad. But she didn’t find pity in herself, just solace and acceptance.

The blonde pushed herself up. She took her long hair out of her bun and combed her fingers through it. She finally retired to the castle and up into the Ravenclaw tower. She laid her book bag on the floor and pulled out a book of Edger Allen Poe creations. She opened to a marked page and began to read. She continued to read until her blue eyes fluttered shut and she was knocked right out. The blonde slept until her owl flew in for the night. She never liked the tower meant for owls, so she would take place on her window still every night.

Prim rubbed her eyes and looked around. It was dark and everyone was asleep. She spent the whole day in bed. Now what was she supposed to do. The girl got up and went to her trunk. She opened it and pulled out her night gown. She then took a brush and brushed her hair one hundred times until it was neat. The girl threw on some slippers and grabbed her cloak. She laid her wand in the pocket of her cloak and tip toed out into the common room.

That too was dark and empty. But she paid no heed to it. The girl was going off of instinct and something inside her told her to go and have a night stroll around the castle. No she didn’t fear getting caught. Detention meant nothing to her and the tasks they brought just gave her something to do. So she slipped out of the hole and into the chilled air.

The girl didn’t walk too far when she hit the seventh floor landing. The girl looked around with her big doe eyes. Where to go now? That was when she something move. Her curiosity got the best of her and she moved toward the shadow. The blonde took a strand of her hair into her hand and began playing with it while she walked. Then she came to a stop. The girl’s head was tilted to the side. Someone was laying on a bench. “How curious.” She muttered. The girl took her steps again until she got closer to the figure. There she looked down at the person. It was a young man. He seemed to have found a comfort on the stone furniture. She looked at the robe and saw the prefect badge.

She stood there a moment and looked around. She was confused on what was going on. Was prefect duties an all night thing? The girl looked back at the male. “Wouldn’t your bed be a bit more fitting for yourself?” The girl’s voice sliced the air. She didn’t have a loud voice, not even high pitched. It was soft and a bit musical, but it was the loudest thing around. “I’m sure if it isn’t, there would be a spell to fix it. I use a cushion spell on my bed. I can never stand the stiffness. Probably why I ended up asleep and why I am awake now…” the girl trailed off before looking around. She had stopped playing with her hair and led her hands back into her pockets. Prim took in a deep breath. Her eyes took on a dreamy look and she held a soft smile. The night was so beautiful and her eyes were looking through a cut out of the wall, looking into the night. It was a moment before something clicked and her blue eyes laid back on the male. “Hello.” She let out.

Matthew let out an aggravated sigh, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he sat down, but he doubted it had been very long. Just because it feels like forever doesn’t mean it has been, the voice in his head pointed out rather smugly. Sometimes he felt like he had someone else inside his mind. His brain seemed to be a whole other person entirely, especially when the real Matthew did something stupid; which just happened to be all the time. Even now, Matthew felt like he was doing something laugh worthy even though he was only sitting, Yes, but you’re alone in the dark… the voice said again, even more smugly. “Think I don’t already know that?” Matthew whispered into the shadows. Yes, he tended to do that quite often, he talked to himself which probably didn’t win him any friends.

With another sigh, Matthew slid down the wall to lay across the bench, his legs hanging off of it. Though it was hard stone, Matthew refused to move. Before long he found his eyes getting heavy. It became harder and harder for him to keep them open, but what did it matter? It wasn’t like anyone was going to see him, he had just happened to pick one of the most secluded benches on the seventh floor. At first he tried to fight the sleep that wished to take him over, but it finally won out. He knew he hand’t been sitting there long, but he also knew that no one was likely to bother him, even if they do come out of the Room of Requirements, even the voice inside his head sounded sleepy much to Matthew’s delight. With a sigh, this time one of content, he closed his eyes for the last time and fell into a light sleep. His sleep wasn’t even deep enough to dream, not that he enjoyed dreaming, usually he ended up dreaming about things that had happened during the day that he wished he could change, but of course he knew he couldn’t.

Matthew only half heard the girl approach, but he had just started to fall into a deeper sleep until she spoke. Jerking awake, he looked around and saw a girl with bleach blond hiar and big eyes looking down at him. Slowly he propped himself up on his elbows and blinked slowly at her, one eye closing and then the second and then opening in the same fashion. Upon opening his eyes again he noticed that the girl looked blurry so he brought his hands to his eyes and rubbed them quickly before looking at her again. The longer he blinked at her the more he realized what she had said to him. Though he hadn’t been awake, he hadn’t really been asleep apparently because every word came back to him. Matthew figured he was secretly tuning in to the sounds of the castle so he could be alerted when the sound shifted, announcing an approaching person or ghost. Finally, Matthew blinked one last time and gave her a drowsy smile, “I’m sure my bed would be more comfortable, but I’m not there am I?” Matthew gave a big yawn before sitting the rest of the way up and rubbing his face with his hands. Only then did he realize how harsh is words sounded. “Um, I’m sorry.” He said through his hands. “That sounded rude. Let me try again.” Quickly he dropped his hands and looked at the girl again. “If it wasn’t for my duties, I would be in my bed right now. The stiff mattress doesn’t bother me. As you can see I can sleep just about anywhere.” As he said the last sentence he gestured to the bench he now sat on with a light laugh before looking at the girl with a smile. She’s cute.

Matthew looked at the girl for a moment, noting the way she played with her hair. He watched her until she stopped and stuffed her hands in her pocket. Quirking and eyebrow he noticed how her eyes seemed to glaze over. He smiled to himself and watched her for a few minutes, letting her look at whatever it was she was lost in. Not sure what she was so interested in, Matthew turned to fallow her gaze and saw her looking out the cut out to the night sky. He smiled again understand why she seemed to distracted. Expecting her to come around by the time he looked back, Matthew was surprised to see she still had the same dreamy look in her eyes. Not sure what to do, he felt the need to wave his hand in front of her face just to make sure she was alright until she seemed to come back to earth. Suddenly her eyes shifted back to him as she greeted him for the first time. Matthew was confused… Is she okay? He wondered as he watched her.

Not wanting to make her feel uneasy, Matthew smiled at her kindly. “Hello. I’m Matthew. What’s your name?” Inside he cringed, he sounded so proper which wasn’t him. Apparently being proper was part of his social awkwardness. With a slight shiver and closed his eyes and hoped she wouldn’t think he was weird, even though he wasn’t quite sure what to make of her yet, he didn’t want to make her feel uneasy. Being a prefect he probably should have gotten her into trouble, but something about her made him want to protect her. It was strange, but as he looked into her eyes he felt a familiarity that he couldn’t quite place. It was strange to look into her eyes because he felt drawn into them and yet at the same time as if he were being pushed away. They appeared deep and intelligent but also shallow and dreamy. It was hard for him to put his finger on why he felt the need to speak quietly or to sneak around her, but he suddenly felt like she could run at any second.