halcyon_houses

Who: Ada and Caibre
Where: House of Fire Common Room
What: A first meeting

Ada was tired of being cooped in her room and felt like she was beginning to annoy Rhett with her constant presence in his. Wasn't her fault he had the better DVD collection and a bigger TV, but that was besides the point. What mattered was that she needed some time away that didn't involve her getting herself into trouble, even if it did sound pretty good at the moment. The farthest she was wiling to venture, however, was the common room, mainly because she couldn't be bothered to put shoes on and walking beyond the House of Fire would require that her feet be covered in something. Her current outfit of faded blue jeans, bare feet, and a white tank top that read "Mama Tried" across the front suited her just fine for the moment. Wearing Merle Haggard lyrics across one's chest was never a bad thing, after all.

So she grabbed her acoustic guitar from her room and headed down to the surprisingly empty common room. Everyone must be up in their rooms studying, she thought as she sat down cross-legged on the couch. She was sick of studying. She'd never done as much of it in her life as she had over the past week and she'd damn near had enough of staring at stupid books.

No, it was definitely time for some music, even if she had to play alone. The change of scenery was slight, but managed to spark a bit of inspiration, even if the room was just like an oversized living room with couches and chairs and a television that was currently on mute, sparing her from the inane conversation on some sitcom rerun. She began to let her fingers move along the neck of the guitar, sliding from fret to fret and stepping from string to string. It wasn't any particular song that she was playing, more just a basic melody that expanded into something more complex. She was no Jimi Hendrix, but she was a good guitarist and her dedication to the instrument showed in the way that she was able to put together complicated strings of chords and picking patterns, creating music that had only existed in her head before that moment. It would sound better on one of the electric guitars, but this would work for now. Besides, it wasn't as if an instrumental jam session like this one would ever be played in a concert or on an album. People tended to want to hear words.
( Living as dangerous as dynamite sure makes you nervous, but it makes you feel all right )

Who:  Sydni and Noah
Where:  House of Fire Common Room
When:  Saturday Night
What:  An introduction

It had been a much better week this week than last.  First of all, last week had been the full moon and Sydni still felt that the full moon was a horrible nightmare that came once a month.  If only her memory of the full moon was like her memory for dreams.  Unfortunately, it was not.  It was still like a bizarre nightmare - she felt like her brain functioned on a different level when she was transformed, and her 'human' brain couldn't process the information properly once dawn came.  She vaguely understood that it would become clearer with time, but really, she'd rather it not.

More importantly, though, this week, Sydni had met several other students.  Most memorable, of course, was Frankie.  The girl had the energy of, well, not to be redundant, a ball of fire.  She had met a few others as well, and she hoped that she could develop friendships with some of them.

Sydni was musing on these developments  in the common room on Saturday Night.  She had her notebook with her, writing.  She was trying to write a 'happy' poem to fit her mood, but everything she had turned out so far was crap.  That was ok with her.  She crossed out what she didn't like, or she turned to a new page and started over.  Part of the problem was she didn't know what to write about - she wanted to create a happy mood, but she needed a subject, and couldn't figure out what fit.  Eventually, she would hit on something she liked, and she was patient.  It was like clothes shopping.  She knew other people who hated shopping because it seemed they could never find something they liked.  Sydni never forced it.  If she couldn't find what she liked, she'd go back another day.  Same with poems.  If she didn't find what she liked today, she'd get to it another day.  No big deal to her.  Not like anyone else ever saw them.

She had just finished another pathetic attempt, and she needed to stretch.  She unfolded her legs from under her and stretched her arms up over her head, and her legs straight out, toes pointed.  She was already in her pjs - jammie pants with cute little strawberries on a pink background and matching short-sleeved top with a single strawberry and the word "Yum" written across the chest.

It was really very quiet at the school tonight.  Sydni figured that most of the other students had gone into town.  It was Saturday night.  Or perhaps they were locked up, studying.  In any case, Sydni didn't mind the quiet.  It was easier to write when there was no one else around.  Sydni was just settling back into her curled up position on the couch when she heard someone else enter the room.