An End Of The Year Snowfall ``Open

[Theodore Nott]

::Though it is freezing and snow is falling in large fluffy flakes, Theodore for once doesn't raise the hood of his warm black traveling cloak. The streets are deserted as they often are on a night such as tonight. No one wants to be out and about in these conditions, no one but Theodore.::

::Needing desperately to get away from the manor, and his father he left Hampshire and traveled to the cobble lined lanes of Hogsmeade. Occasionally the need for solitude burns so strong within the wizard even the weather couldn't keep him in.::

::Here he is in Hogsmeade, slipping quietly through shadowy alleys contemplating a new path in his life. A path that will lead him to become the most powerful wizard in the world, and put everyone, muggles, mudbloods, witches, and wizards alike, in their proper places.::

[Roslyn Levere]

Snow. Just as beautiful as always..coating everything in it's blanket of perfection. In a way, Roslyn envied the snow...dancing to the earth gracefully. But never to stay. Always coming and going, like so many people in her life.

*Sensing where her thoughts were taking her, Roslyn scolded herself mentally.* It was silly, to think such thoughts about little things. Silly to compete with snow. She wore a dark Saphire, traveling cloak. But her hands, and head were bare. The snow catching in her curls, and shining like diamonds upon her long lashes.

Roslyn wasn't weary of the Alleys she walked through. Although it wasn't bright, it was neither too dark for her eyes to see clearly. The dark was comforting, though it could be stiffleing when filled with silence. Roslyn welcomed it with open arms, at the moment. Sometimes silence was neccessary.

[Theodore Nott]

::Pauses for a moment, tilting his face upward to allow the cold flakes to fall on his face. The soft kisses of each snow flake melt and disappear against his warm skin, just as each kiss his mother gave him, in his short life with her, had. The pain of missing his mother rips violently through his chest, a pain so horrendous it would bring another to their knees.::

::Inhales sharply, trying to catch his breath, and reaches out with a cold shaking hand, blindly reaching for something to hold onto. It finds rough icy brick, and quickly he leans the weight of his body against it. The overwhelming feeling of despair sucks the wind out of him, and his first thought is to find a cigarette.::

::Hand still trembling he reaches into his cloak, and withdraws a sliver cigarette case. He pops it open with a snap, and plucks a perfect hand rolled cigarette from inside, closing the case and returning it deep within his cloak. Right now he could really use some company. Anyone would do, just someone to take the edge off the pain.::

::As he thinks about this he lights his cigarette with the fiery tip of his wand, dragging the soothing smoke deep inside his lungs. The rush of nicotine steadies his shaking hand.::

[Roslyn Levere]

Without the rumble of voices, and bustling of the usually filled streets of Hogsemead; the quietness of the alley caused each foot step to echo dully, as Roslyn continued to walk a narrowed path. The sharp snap of something closing, caught her ear. Sound and smell were never far apart, as was proven once Roslyn caught a whiff of cigarette smoke.

*Having searched around in her curiosity, Roslyn's eyes quickly found the source of smell and sound.* A man, with his head tilted towards the falling flakes. His stiff stance, screaming danger...and mystery.*

*Her eyes glancing over him, Roslyn's nose wrinkled slightly at the foul stick of cancer held in his hand. The poisonouse odor unbelievably strong.* Yet...even as his stance speaks for him...the stiffleing silence serving as a warning; Roslyn could detect a hint of vulnerability. A need for something, that puzzled her.

"Excuse me..." She began, the words forming before she could stop them. Her tone was hesitant...distrustful. "Are you alright....?" He certainly wasn't homeless. The expensive clothing her wore was enough to push that thought out the window. He wasn't rugged either...but a darkness clouded his pale features.

[Theodore Nott]

::Exhales a curling stream of smoke from his lungs and lips, watching as it collides against the steam of his breath. He continues to hold his face upward into the snowfall, the effect of the cold contrasting with his warmth clears the fog in his head, and calms him further.::

::The sound of a very soft voice flutters to his ears, and a small smile forms on his lips. He had asked for a distraction, and a witch fits the bill perfectly. Ever so slowly, as not to alarm her, he lowers his chin, turning to face her.::

It seems I am, thank you.

::Now that you're here, he adds mentally. The distrust in her voice did not go unnoticed, therefore he moves purposefully, raising the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. The embers glow against his skin, lighting a small portion of his face, though enough for her to see that he could be her worst nightmare. Or perhaps not. With Theodore it could go either way, sometimes he can never tell. But, for now he's content with just speaking to her.::

I do hope that you are fine though. Most would think us mad to be wandering about in the dark alleys on an evening like tonight.

::Moves in lazy steps toward the witch, stopping a few feet away, giving her a comfort zone. Honestly he doesn't care if she's comfortable, he just knows how to act around a witch, how to charm her, and draw her in.::

::Feigns concern.::

You're not lost are you?

[Roslyn Levere]

Roslyn would normally narrow her eyes, when distrustful, or suspiciouse of someone. It was a habbit, that had stuck with her for years. However, the look the man had- the blatantly false concern, and slow movements turned her blood cold. Though not in fair.

He seemed the sneaky type. The kind that looked for any given signs, to calculate his next move. Roslyn had a feeling it would be best to keep all emotion closed off to him. *With that thought in mind, she stood still- refusing to be moved, even as his face was alit in a sinister glow. As the smoke from his cigarrette danced around them both.* Intimidation wasn't an uncommon trait men and women tried to use to their advantage.

*Her tone now blank, and final; Roslyn only quirked an eyebrow. Eyes giving no clue to her thoughts, or feelings.* It was only fair- a method of survival. "If I was...do you think I'd tell you? I might find it insulting I appear so gullible...unless chivalry is still alive, even in this generation."

[Theodore Nott]

::Smiles genuinely, liking what he hears as he takes one last drag off his cigarette before disposing of it in the drifts of snow. Nothing like a new toy to open up and play with. He cannot sense what she is feeling now, and that is a good sign, a sign she's not sure what to make of him yet.::

::Always the gentleman he offers a polite remark.::

Good girl, you shouldn't tell anyone too much information of yourself, yet you just happen to be in luck. Chivalry happens to be alive and well in this day and age, Miss. I am a prime example of such behavior.

::Bows his head, holding his eyes on hers.::

Allow me to introduce myself, Miss. I am Theodore, an ally to you on this coldest of nights.

[Roslyn Levere]

"Roslyn." Short and to the point, she wasn't willing to offer her last name either. It didn't escape Roslyn that Theodore had failed to mention his last name. "Prime example of chivalry? Well almost is the more appropriate word. You've missed a few small points.." *Keeping her eyes locked onto Theodores cold, Brown irises; Roslyn frowned in distaste*

"It's considered very rude, to smoke in a lady's presence. And all the more insulting to call a woman, a girl." His behavior may have seemed civilized at best...but underneath the mask, something quite sinister was barely contained. "Let's cut this meeting short, monsieur. Jusqu' à la prochaine fois."

*Nodding politely, Roslyn swiftly turned, and continued walking the way she had previously.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Lips curl up into something of a smile. Her behavior is very pleasing to Theodore, he loves a game of cat and mouse.::

::Begins after her, and he chooses now to pull the hood of his cloak up and over his head.::

I must apologize to you then, Miss - ahem - Roslyn. I regret offending you, but you did stumble upon me while I was already enjoying my habit, and unfortunately I'm a selfish creature.

::Catches up to her, drawn in by her cold behavior.::

And in my Defence, I called you a girl because you appear so young, I assumed you crept away from the castle-

::Jerks his head toward Hogwarts, the hood of his cloak falling to his shoulders.::

-and there you have it. I assumed and made an ar$e out of myself.

[Roslyn Levere]

"Yes, but I suppose you're making an effort." *Only sparing a brief glance, Roslyn didn't slow down. Sarcasm clung to her words.* She wasn't impressed with his efforts in the least. So he could've simply let her go about her way, and they would soon be free of eachothers company. But his pursuit only showed determination to eliminate boredome. At what cost? Roslyn didn't want to stick around to find out.

"I don't know you very well Theodore...but you seem a wise man. You should be aware appearences are decieving. Careful not to indulge in every fruit which seems delectable. You might come across something half ripe...in other words, dimwitted and useless. Or..." *Stopping suddenly, Roslyn turned her gaze on Theodore.* "One which is sour as death... Far too much to handle..Assuming too much or too little, could very well damn you."

[Theodore Nott]

::Once again she brings a true smile to his lips, and she turns her eyes on him. Now he has a moment to acutually take in her features, features that are sweet, and pure, but eyes that portray an old and wise soul. It's a bit shocking for Theodore to look into her eyes, it's almost as if hers mirror his. He knows that look, he sees it everyday in his reflection.::

::He would like for the day to come when he has bitten off more than he can handle. He doesn't believe there is anyone stronger than him, not even The Dark Lord.::

I think I would prefer the latter quite honestly. It would add a little passion into my life, give me a purpose if you will.

[Roslyn Levere]

"Theodore...everyone has a purpose. It's the one thing we are born with. Other things...so trivial in comparison. Easily found. As well as lost. What is, has been set in stone. What we think is another thing entirely. Most of us can only think...rely on what we know. You're no exception...I see it inside of you.." *Roslyn looked intently into Theo's eyes, which barely held in his hungrey flames* "I reconise the light in your eyes, which show you think you've found your purpouse."

*Turning her back towards him once again, Roslyn continued walking.* "A blind fool could see it, Theodore. But it takes much more than a fool to find their real purpose. Which is unchangeable."

[Theodore Nott]

::Isn't surprised she is so insightful, he already had a good long look into her eyes, it was all written there. She's afraid of letting him too close, he also saw that, though she tried to hide it. The light in her eyes as obvious as the light in his.::

You're right about me finding my purpose.

::Follows along, just short of her. He doesn't want to be alone just yet.::

I know I've found it-

::Moves swiftly ahead, and rounds sharply on her, blocking her exit from the dark alley. A charming smile dances on his lips, a new light burning in his eyes. Roslyn really should consider herself a lucky witch, not only has she had the extreme fortune of meeting Theodore Nott, but also she's found him in a playful mood.::

-at least for tonight, anyway. Please allow me to invite you for a nip of something warm.

[Roslyn Levere]

"There you go insulting my intelligence again..." *Roslyn held back a scowl, finding her exit blocked.* "You've already stated your Defence...how I appear young. But this is just stupid. Anyone shoud be able to hear the snakes rattle, long before they see it. Following you would only contradict the fact, that I am not naive. Nor am I lacking common sense."

*Crossing her arms, Roslyn looked up at Theodore with a bored expression.* "If you're done with your little show...you wouldn't mind letting me pass. Or simply stand there, holding me here against my will. Which is not only rude..but not very productive. We both have far better things to do, than stand out in the cold." A snappish remark came to Roslyn, but she figured it was better to reason with him- since she still knew nothing about Theodore. She had no idea what types of tricks he had up his sleeve.

[Theodore Nott]

::Smirks at her comment, a dark shadow crossing his eyes. It isn't often one uses such a tone with Theodore. Sure he's dealt with the attitude of Slytherin witches that he couldn't care less about, but Roslyn's different, she's not a Slytherin. For a moment fury flashes through him, but he is able to contain it.::

::The game is still amusing Theodore so he isn't going to strike out as he would normally do. No, he's going to continue to push her buttons, possibly weaken her, kill her with his charm.::

You are absolutely correct. We do have better things to do with our time. Things such as you joining me for a drink someplace warm, and a bit of conversation. I can tell you're a smart woman, and I would be most honored if you would oblige me with a bit more of your wisdom. Knowledge is power you know.