i just want to rule the world {p/e}

[Taylor]

It was cold out, the autumn leaves spread out on the ground. Crumbling as her bare feet stepped on them lightly, sending shivers to her frequently. The moon was full, so it provided light as she walked. Jacqueline's arms were wrapped around her for warmth, as she was just wearing fleece grey penguin pants, a white tee shirt, and a waist length black robe. A cold breeze rushed past, giving her goose bumps and making her squeeze her body slightly harder.

Walking forwards to the large lake, she climbed carefully onto a large rock. Yawning slowly, it was extremely dark, even with the moon. Rubbing her nose softly as it was cold and probably pink.

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[Haine]

This was probably an exceptionally stupid idea.
It was practically freezing outside and close to pitch black. Certainly two of Katelyn's least favourite things. There was the moon... yet that didn't really do much, did it?
...
Hmm. Idea.
She reached inside of her pocket, pulling out her wand. "Lumos." she muttered, giving the thing a tiny flick. Nothing happened. Bugger.
"Lumos." Still nothing happened.
"Llllllluuuuuuuummooooossssssss!" Katelyn tried again, this time waving the wand around rapidly.
The wand then turned into a rubber chicken.
So that's what had happened to her fake wand.

Kate sighed, throwing it over her shoulder and continuing to walk down to the black lake while rummaging hoplessly through her other pockets in search of the missing wand. this was so far just proving to be a pointless waste of time. Finally the girl made it down to the lake, noticing a figure sitting on one of the large rocks. From this distance, she couldn't make out what it was. Therefore, Kate did the best thing she could thing of. "So are you a person or something likely to kill and eat me, rock monster?"
It was stupid, yet worked.

[Dea]

"God damn Neville. And his family. And his children. And--"
His mother would be flaying him alive, had she been hearing this.

Neville may not have been the next Harry Potter, but by god, his dares were evil.
Maybe he was He Who Must Not Be Named's spawn.

Evil one.

Seamus trudged down to the lake, already dreading hitting the cold water. Maybe it was like a plaster. The faster you do it, the less painful it was.

Seamus groaned inwardly. Of all the nights, it just had to be tonight.

"Seamus, I dare you to go Skinny Dipping."
Dean had fallen off his bed. Harry had choked on a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean. Ron had let out a roar of laughter. But Seamus had refused to back down.

Maybe this was all a part of Neville's elaborate plan to see Seamus naked.
Maybe Seamus had an over-active imagination.

As he got closer to the lake, he sighed and pulled his shirt over his head.

Then he froze.
Shitfuckcrapjesus.
That sounded like a girl.
Shitfuckcrapjesus.

This must have been all a part of Neville's elaborate plan.

[Taylor]

Looking to the side, looking at the silhouette of a girl. And some where back, a guy. "Hm. Nah. I'm an alien here to suck your brain out with a bendy straw." She said teasingly, bringing her knees up and resting her chin on them. "Hey. Any chance you know who that guy is?" She asked, lifting her head and motioning with her chin to Seamus.

Shivering once more, she bit her lip gently. Jacqueline had forgotten her wand back in her warm, safe dorm. That really made her regret coming out here. "Now. Who are you, talking tree?" She asked curiously, looking at her. Rubbing her eyes, Jacqueline simply yawned.

[Haine]

An alien who wanted to suck her brains out with a bendy straw?
...
It had always been merely a matter of time.
Heck- maybe the alien was the giant squid. Or a close relative. It made sense, didn't it? Well, it did to Katelyn at least.
"Why do you ask who I am if you already know that I'm a talking tree?" She asked with a grin, even though she knew that no one could see it. "But I guess you could call me Katelyn. Or Kate. So, what do I get to call the bendy straw alien?"

A guy? Well, she hadn't even known that there was one around. Katelyn glanced over her shoulder and after a bit or staring, she finally noticed the silhouette. "So, you're not a talking tree or a bendy straw alien. Who have we got here then?"

ooc//Terrible. D:

[Dea]

Bendy straw....What?
People were just....Odd.
Says he who was about to swim naked in a lake full of merpeople, grindylows, a giant squid.

Imagine the poor sod who found his body.

He shuddered at the thought.

He was about to creep away before he'd been noticed.
Goddamnit.

Well, he couldn't pretend he was someone else.
He had a freaking Irish accent.

"Seamus. And you know, I have to do a dare. So, you know. Go hide somewhere. I don't want to get done for indecent exposure, you know," He replied to nameless strangers 1 and 2. He might as well have been honest.

God damn Neville.

[Haine]

Seamus?
Well this was certainly going to be interesting.
As long as nothing exploded randomly, that is. If that happened, the sucky staw alien thingy would be going down first. Or second. As long as it wasn't Katelyn, everything would be just peachy. No offence, sucky staw alien thingy.
...
Note to self: Find out real name of sucky staw alien thingy.

Katelyn laughed. All they could see of each other was silhouettes and he still wanted them to hide? Where was there to hide anyway? The trees certainly weren't that good an option. And aside from them... there was under a rock. Which, as you can guess, certainly wouldn't work out. "Sooooo. What's the dare then?" She asked, staring blankly in his direction. At least what she thought was his direction. This is exactly why Katelyn hated the dark so much.

[Dea]

What was the dare.
Feck.

"I have to go freeze my naked ass off. Graphic enough?" He replied sourly. Really, he didn't want to tell her, but for some reason he was. Seriously, though. It was pretty cold. So why was he standing here with his head stuck in his shirt?

He was half-way out of his shirt. He could take it off, as he inevitably had to.

Yes, he was still doing that damn dare.

He eventually took it off, figuring maybe he could expose himself to the cold air long enough for his body to acclimatize.

He could not press the fact that Neville was going to die enough.

"Who are you, anyway?" He asked, quite snappily.
Congrats, Seamus.
You are officially a man-bitch.

"Er, I wouldn't be so ticked off if this was under any other circumstances," he added hastily.
Great.
Now you sounded all soppy.

Eh well.

[Haine]

"Not really." Katelyn replied simply with a grin. Yes, Seamus was right about the graphic part, but hey. He never mentioned how exactly he was going to freeze his ass off. Sure it was probably obvious, considering them being at the black lake, yet messing with people's heads was always kinda fun, especially when no one could see who you were. She sat down, resting her head against the tree behind her. "Awwww, you don't know who I am?"
Well, they'd already established that point.

"I'm your conscience, Seamus. We haven't talked in some time now, have we?" If he snapped at her, the man-bitch shouldn't expect a serious answer.
...
Then again, this was Katelyn. So a serious answer was always exceptionally rare. Seamus' next statement had Katelyn confused- she no longer had any idea what to take him for. A man-bitch with a temper, or a mushy shmaltzy wierdo. Either way, she could at least call him interesting. "Yet I guess you could call your conscience Katelyn Jacques, Hufflepuff sixth year."

ooc//Whoah, that was crappy.

[Dea]

This was not going well. If he wasn't back within ten minutes, they'd assume he'd chickened out.

"Well, conscience - Katelyn - Whatever, this really is not a good time," Seamus said, through chattering teeth. He refused to do anything else until he'd gotten rid of Katelyn and whoever else the other person was. He wasn't planning on stripping down in front of these people.

He wished they would leave, because it was feckin' freezing.

[Haine]

"Last time I checked, my name wasn't 'whatever'." Katelyn said, glaring at the silhouette of Seamus again. There was little in this world that really annoyed her, yet things like that did. Contrary to popular belief, the girl did have a name and it wasn't whatever. Or Katie.
Ew.
"Oh well. At least you're talking to me again. Why don't you talk to your conscience as much as you used to? I miss our little chats."

Then Katelyn realised that they'd gotten far off the original subject. Slowly and quietly she stood up and moved behind the silhouette. "Psst," She whispered, "Are you going to go skinny dipping or not?"
God she sounded like a pervert.

[Dea]

"Sorry, Katelyn. And yes, I'm sorry conscience, I've been very busy," he sighed, playing along.

Then she was behind him, whispering. He jumped.

"Jesus, girl! Don't do that! And that's very pervy. Very, very, pervy. And I would. But you are right there. And it's, again, very, very, pervy," Seamus said, through gritted teeth. He was could, pissed off, and now, stuck with conscience/Katelyn/Bendy-straw alien.

Lord help him.