Honey Badgers Don't Care [Open!]

The afternoon Homework Hall was completed, which allowed her to take in a huge breath of fresh air as she walked through the doors and outside. Yes, this is what she needed... Oh, how she missed the crisp air from Inverness. Oh sure, they were still in the highlands, she knew that Hogwarts wasn't far from Dufftown, which was only an hour and a half away from Inverness. But, something about this place couldn't compare to her own town. Maybe it was because they were closer to the Firth, the large bodies of water probably did something to the air around her town. This was the best she would get, since the Black Lake was nothing compared to Beauly and Moray Firth.

As the young Lassie walked, she found herself on the covered bridge, her red hair plaited down each side of her head and brought together in the back, tied with a small, green ribbon. A few strands had escaped in the wind and was wiping around her face as the wind blew through the covered bridge. Lindsey stopped a time or two to look out over the stillness of the Black Lake, which seemed so still compared to the firths of her home. Maybe it was because they were smaller? The young lass was not really sure, but whatever it was, it seemed so odd and sad to her.

Water had always been alive to her, always moving and lapping at the shores of her home. Here, it didn't seem to be alive, at least not on the surface. The sudden sound of a book closing made her look up sharply and she noticed someone sitting on the rail, his feet dangling over the edge. The scene before her honestly made her a bit nervous, but if the other wanted to risk falling, she couldn't very well stop him, now could she? Lindsey had begun walking again and as she neared him, she slowed and tilted her head. She recognized him as an older student and one from Hufflepuff, maybe a fifth year? She didn't know everyone outside her class, but she recognized faces and houses they belong to, that was the best she could do.

"Ye kin, that might be a bit dangerous." She said to him, her Scottish accent strong as she stood there, her own long fingers resting on the railing on the other side of the bridge and her brown eyes watching him with some interest, mostly because she really didn't want someone to fall to their death.

Kier could hear the rapping of feet on wood long before the girl spoke up behind him, and as she did so he swiveled on the railing until his back was pressed against the thick beam and his legs crossed in-front of him. His balance was a tad precarious but he still managed it without too much wobbling as he turned and looked at the girl. She appeared a fair bit younger than him but not by too much, perhaps a third year or even a fourth year, though he guessed the first one a bit more likely. He had seen her numerous times during his people watching at meals and knew her to be a Slytherin. After all someone with hair like hers kinda stood out even in a place like this.

Her accent is even harder than Cafell's. Although he had moved to the uk when he was only six he had never quite picked up one of the many accents in this part of the world. Cafell's was an odd mix of Welsh and Scottish, but this girl's seemed to be pure Scott. Personally, Kier was pretty sure he lacked any kind of real accent himself. He may not have picked up a new one after moving to Wales, but most of his Canadian accent had been lost over time. It was pretty boring in comparison.

"Well, danger is my middle name."[/i] For a brief moment Kier was suddenly tempted to let himself fall off and maybe scare the hell out of the girl. The thought tempted him greatly but he hesitated as he remembered the force it had thrown him back up with. Under his sleeves his arms were still pretty black and blue, so in the end he decided he probably shouldn't press his luck and risk more bruises over a silly little gag.

Not that it mattered in the end. A moment later another little Slytherin appeared and ruined the surprise. Normally, Kier might have teased and messed with the younger kid for ruining his fun. The only thing that stopped him from hopping off his perch and doing just that was the fact that he recognized her from the mudblood incident the day before as well as remembered her outburst after his glitter prank. He still didn't feel guilty of course. But he decided to play it nice anyway, at least for now.

"I do... though doodle would probably be more accurate." He wasn't sure how he felt about people learning he liked to draw, so he quickly decided to play it off as nothing. It was just one of those weird things that seemed a tad too personal to get into. Instead, he glanced between the two of them and cocked an eyebrow before giving them a little smirk and swiftly changing the subject.
"So, what brings two little Slytherins out to these parts anyway?"

The Hufflepuff boy turned around on the railing and managed to sit against a beam and seemed to have his balanced okay. It did not exact help her worry over the situation, but she kept her face rather blank. It was a natural talent of hers, though she looked up and down at the railing and the boy, her face hid much of the sign of worry, though her fingers tapped on her thigh slightly. An itch to grab him traveling down her arm from her heart, through her shoulder and down to her fingers. "Well, danger is my middle name." Lindsey gave a slight smirk and shook her head slightly at this. She highly doubted that was his name at all, but she knew people enjoyed saying things like that.

The sound of more footsteps made Lindsey glance up and noticed that it was Avery. She knew Avery was in her dorm. As she came up, she heard her mumble a "Hey." Lindsey gave her a nod and replied with her own "Hullo." Her thick Scottish accent making the 'e' in the word sounding more like a 'u'. Though she knew that she was in the girl dorm, she always wondered, but had faith that the school knew if she was a boy or girl. Lindsey wasn't really that concerned about it, though she heard enough kids whisper here or there. "He won't die... The bridge is enchanted." Lindsey glanced over at him for a moment and then back at Avery.

"Well, that is a wee bit of comfort." The younger Slytherin said to the other before looking back at the Hufflepuff and smiling. "Master Danger is it, aye?" She said, poking a bit of fun at his middle name. Hufflepuff had been one of the three houses the sorting hat at thought about putting her in. She had always wondered what it would have been like to be apart of the other house... It had been her mother's own house when she had been at Hogwarts.

"You draw?" Lindsey glanced over at Avery and then back at the Hufflepuff and noticed the sketchbook. The young lassie had not noticed it before, but did now. "Me too. I'm not very good though..." Lindsey looked at her and than back at the hufflepuff. "My mama draws and paints... I dinna inherit her talents." Unfortunately, she had not been a good artist like her mother, but she loved watching her mother draw and paint her pictures.

"I do... though doodle would probably be more accurate." Lindsey felt herself glance back down at the sketchbook and then looked at the hufflepuff, eyes bright and brown as she looked at him. "Maybe one day ye could show them." The lassie said as the conversation on that end died. It didn't seem like they really wanted to continue that line of conversation and she wasn't going to continue it either. It seemed like a subject that they were not wanting to reveal much about.

"So, what brings two little Slytherins out to these parts anyway?" What did bring her to the bridge? Honestly she had just been walking and wanted fresh air, but she hadn't really made any plans for the bridge itself. "It's a bridge? I was on my way back to the castle. How else was I going to get there? Fly?" Lindsey glanced over at her housemate and kept her face as blank as possible. She didn't think that was why he asked his particular question, but didn't voice that, just looked back at him for a moment.

"I was just walking... I finished my homework and wanted some air." The girl said in her heavy accent before finding herself walking over to the railing and placing a hand on it. "And there is a nice view... Not as bonnie as the firths, but it'll do." The young lassie looked out over the lake, imagining the firths for a moment before returning her gaze to the others on the bridge.

Lindsey found herself leaning against one of the beams and she observed the two of them for a moment before returning her eyes back to the view. Knowing that the bridge was enchanted, well it caused her own nerves to calm and she just allowed the fresh air to engulf her. "Ah, you must be one of those short-sighted types. So sorry for your loss." Lindsey felt herself swallow slightly and then looked at them, shaking her head slightly.

Was there something between them that she didn't know about?

"True, the lake here is a little dead. Though I heard a beast sleeps at it's bottom and drags swimmers down if they go too deep." Lindsey smirked and looked at the Hufflepuff boy. "Oh aye, I've heard. Sounds like the legend of the Water Horse and Wife... I've always searched for the creature when I walk by the lake." The lassie's eyes lit up as she thought about the tale her father had once told her when they sat on the shores of Loch Ness.

"If you wanted something real bonnie, you should check out the waterfall if you haven't already. Its a pretty surreal spot." Lindsey nodded in agreement. "I've been there before, I enjoy going out there whenever I can." Most the time, she managed to get there when no one else was there. It was extremely nice when it was quite, no one else there to bother her much.

"If ye interested, I'll tell ye the tale of the water horse and his wife."

The sky began to darken - not just in the clouds gathering above, but that night was almost upon them. It was assumed that as dinner would be starting soon.

"I am not short-sighted." The sound of the snap made Lindsey look at her housemate and tap her thigh slightly with her fingers. The young woman did get a rather nervous feeling about this whole situations, but she tried hard to ignore it as much as possible. The young lassie had been living with Avery for three years and still had not gotten to really know the girl. Maybe they could change that? Lindsey didn't know, but it was worth a shot.

The young Slytherin paid attention as best she could to body language of both the people with her, but she felt she missed something here or there, one day she would be able to read people like her great-grandfather had been able to do. But, she still had a lot of learning to do. The elder of the three slipped from his railing and gave a rather humorous smile, putting his hands up behind his head and leaned against the rail as he listened to her. "I do kinda wanna hear it, but I think food is ready soon. Maybe next time, and if you want I can tell you a myth from where I'm from too."

"Oh, aye? Well, ye kin that is best told with a group... I could always tale it over dinner." The lassie said, a smile playing at her own lips and as she pulled them over her teeth and flashed her own teeth slightly. The young woman glanced over the railing of the bridge and out to the darkening landscape. Well, it seemed dinner was going to be soon and she heard her own rumbling stomach. As the older made to leave, she turned herself to watch him, a bit curious when he turned back towards Avery.

"By the way, you really shouldn't take things so seriously. Treat someone how you want to be treated, and if they're worth a shot then they'll respond back in kind." Lindsey nodded back in farewell and looked after him as he was gone. Looking at Avery, she turned towards her.

"Avery, I dinna kin you well, but I dinna think you are short-sighted... Want to sit with me at dinner?" It was an invitation of not only a place at dinner, but maybe a chance to get to know her housemate a little better. With that, she also headed in the direction of the castle yet again, a bit saddened that she did not get a chance to go further onto the ground. Looking over her shoulder, she gave Avery a smile and if she were to come, she would have slowed and walked with her to the Great Hall.