meet me in the red sky and dance with me;

[wolfchild]

ota; joint action with robb; forbidden forest;

[ the forbidden forest it may be called, but arya could find little reason for it to be forbidden. she could not see anything that really merited the moniker. she pictured strangling vines, carnivorous flowers, distant screams of animals. what she found was quite tame in comparison.

but even if it had had all what she had imagined, she would go inside regardless. the direwolves were in there.

no one had stopped her today when she tried to walk out in normal clothes so there's no heavy robe to snag on a root or bushes. the clothes are all earth clothes, but they're comfortable and good to move in. she grins up at robb as they walk into the shade. it almost feels like being back north, in the wolfswood, where she was never allowed to join the boys, though bran could even if he was younger and weaker and not as good a rider. having aemon and northern son would make it better, but she doesn't mind walking. less so when she's with her brother. ]

Will you go with me to the pitch tomorrow? You can help me practice. I'm really good at it, did you see?

[ she knows he did. but arya hasn't yet tired of hearing robb tell her he was proud of her. she doesn't think she ever shall. ]

ota; dictated; action for the owlery;

[ the soft sounds of cooing and rustling wings float through the air. seated on the steps to the owlery, arya strokes winter's glossy feathers. though she has her journal open in front of her, arya watches the darkening evening sky. when she speaks, it sounds almost like she's thinking out loud. ]

Where did everyone go today? Why did some have to stay behind?

closed (ｉｎｏ); forward-dated to sunday;

[ early morning and arya is ensconced in a corner of one of the rarely used herbology labs. she ignores the whispering plants and focuses on the papers spread in front of her. she waves her wand over them, muttering furiously under her breath. when nothing happens, she swears. loudly. and very creatively. ]

(( ooc: for the forbidden forest section, both arya and robb will be tagging yours. c: ))

Comments

[wolfchild]

[ she looks down at then up at remus with an ecstatic look on her face. ]

Can we go?! I'll be quiet as a shadow!

[lupinotuum]

[ He raises a brow and laughs quietly. ]

I don't see why not. We'll have to be very, very careful to avoid being caught, however.

[wolfchild]

I can be careful! Let's go! Here, Winter, go back.

[ she lets the raven return to her perch and all but jumps down the stairs. ]

Come on, Remus!

[lupinotuum]

[ He laughs again and follows her with a quick nod, though not without quickly tossing the treat he brought for Hamish. The owl lets out a pleased hoot as he catches it. ]

Alright, alright!

[wolfchild]

How did you find it?

[lupinotuum]

We stumbled upon it one day trying to escape from the caretaker, Filch. A number of the passageways on that map were found in very similar ways.

[wolfchild]

You don't seem the type to be getting in trouble. [ that's not an admonishment. she sounds quite proud that he is. ]

[lupinotuum]

[ He takes note of that little proud tone in her voice and he grins. ]

The others said the same thing. I'm simply quiet about it. It wouldn't look too good if a prefect was caught setting off dungbombs in the Great Hall, now would it?

[wolfchild]

Dungbombs? [ poor sansa if she ever returns. ] How do you make those?

[lupinotuum]

We've been trying to figure that out, actually. We mainly order them from Zonko's and they have a very specific way of making them.
And just a heads up, at the end of the week, refrain from opening up your journal at any point during the day. Lest you want a dungbomb in the face.

[ He doesn't want Arya to be a victim of a school-wide prank the Marauder's are orchestrating, so it's best that he alerts her now. ]

[wolfchild]

I won't. [ she has to remember to warn robb too. ] Who's "we"?

[lupinotuum]

Good. [ He nods, pleased, before grinning. ] My friends and I. We call ourselves 'the Marauders'. Best troublemakers in the school, if you ask me

[ He sounds quite proud to proclaim himself a troublemaker, despite his bookish, follow-most-of-the-rules attitude. ]

[wolfchild]

Marauders. [ she repeats the name and laughs. ] Who came up with the name?

[lupinotuum]

[ He laughs with her. He's always thought it was a silly name, but he's proud of it nonetheless. ]
We all did. It's not the best, but I'm quite proud to be called that.

[wolfchild]

Could I get a name?

[lupinotuum]

I don't see why not. Do you have any ideas on what kind of name you would prefer?

[wolfchild]

Can I be a wolf?

[lupinotuum]

Well, you are already a little wolf in your own right, so a wolf-like name would suit you well.

[wolfchild]

My friend calls me that. "Little wolf."