Sneaky Just Ain't My Thing

[Logan Kings]

"Lumos"
The usual quiet of the Entrance Hall was broken, suddenly, by a single wizard, stalking around. While most students were asleep, or preparing for bed, Logan was sneaking about, trying to get to the Owlery.
He had been sleeping, when he had woken to a a tap on the glass in his room. After having opened it, and smiling, excitedly, he knew he'd have to respond. His sister, Angie, had been accepted into Harvard Law School, and she had sent it by the only Owl she could find.
He chuckled, remembering a few snidbits.

You should have seen the neighbors when I grabbed hold of the owl. They looked like they had seen a ghost. Stupid hippies! Anyway, you should have seen the owl! He was terrified. I'm surpirised you even got this!

He had to get down to the Owlery, just so he could send back his love, and luck, but he had to get out of the castle.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita was sitting in the Owlery, tons of owls fluttering above her. There was a raven black owl, perched on her shoulder. Nikita's owl, absolutely loved her, and Niki absolutely loved her owl. Nikita didn't have anything to send, but she just wanted to be with her owl, Severus. Yes, Nikita named her owl after her father. What's wrong with that? Nikita looked laid down on the bench, and looked at all of the owls. She smiled, when she saw Scorpius' snowy owl, Kraft. Severus, was now perched on the top of Nikita's shoe. Nikita laughed quietly as Severus, pecked at her ankle. It didn't hurt Nikita though, it tickled her. Severus had never hurt Nikita, on purpose anyways.

Nikita sat back up, and looked at the window. She swung her legs over to the side of the bench, and stood up. Severus flew off of her shoe, as Nikita did this, then he landed back on her shoulder. Nikita walked over to window, and looked out, breathing the fresh air. She looked at the sky. It had thousands of stars in it, like it did every night. The moon was a waning gibbous. It glowed silver, as did the stars. Nikita closed her eyes, beginning to become sleepy.

[Logan Kings]

Logan strode into the Owlery, no fear to make him silent. He doubted anyone would even bother coming her, this late at night. "Lumos" He murmured, as his wand began to dim, again. "Ugh! Why can't I do that spell, right?" It wasn't until he saw the girl he hushed up.
Trying to be quiet, he smashed his toe off of the bench, and accidently let out a very long line of profanity that would make the ears on a sailor turn red. Then, remembering his manners, he whispered, "Sorry"[/]b like the little gentleman he usualy tried to be.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita's eyes flung open as she heard a voice, coming into the owlery. She didn't move quite yet, she wanted to wait, and see if they noticed her first. Then Nikita twisted her body around, as she heard someone cursing behind her. Nikita squinted trying to figure out who it was. "Who the hell are you?" Nikita demanded to know who this guy was, and why he was down here. She didn't try to be polite or anything, she just wanted to know who he was. Nikita looked at him curiously, raising her eyebrow, waiting for a response.

[Logan Kings]

Logan was pretty close to speechless. Close, but not there. "Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?" He responded, but not in the hostile way she had adressed him, but in a confused, 'what the fudge' kind of way.
"I just need to Owl out a letter. I apologize, because I wasn't aware it was a crime."

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita kept her eyebrow raised, and looked at him with the same expression. She didn't care the way he addressed her, but technically he did. 'What a fagot.' Nikita thought to herself. She snickered, at the boy standing in front of her. "I expect you to answer me first, boy. I asked you first anyways." Nikita looked at him expectantly. Then she continued, "It's not a crime, either. I just would like to know who the hell you are."

[Logan Kings]

Logan made a bow, like he was addressing a queen. "As you command, mi'lady" He said, taking on an awful brittish accent. "My name is Sir Logan Nicholas Kings, of the Ravenclaw. Son of Michael James Kings and Claire Elizabeth Kings. Brother to Laura and Angie Kings."
He stood and put on his most stunning, brilliant smile, and looked down at the pretty, sorta odd girl. "Your turn mi'lady"

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita couldn't help, but smile, at the some what, charming, young man. She looked up at him, and said, "I'm Nikita Freya Snape." Nikita said her name with confidence. She absolutely loved her name, and then she continued, "I am a Slytherin, and my Father is Severus Snape. My mother, Gabrielle Delacour. I have no siblings. My father was killed by Lord Voldemorts' snake, Nagini. I guess, you could say Voldemort killed him, because Nagini was one of his Horocruxs'." Nikita said. She said this normal, she didn't use her British accent. She just wanted to be herself. She waited for Logan to reply, as she stared into his eyes.

[Logan Kings]

Logan knew he was supposed to be impressed, but he hardly knew anything about Voldemort. Muggle-born as he was, it was over before he was alive. So, he just nodded.
The name Delacour struck a note, though. Gabrielle Delacour? Why does that sound familiar?
The name was bugging him, obsessivley, until one name stood out. Victoire! This girl is Vikki's cousin! Huh. I'm not gonna bring that up. Most girls don't like Vik. No wonder why, though
He shrugged, ands walked over to the Owls owned by the school, becasue he didn't have one of his own. He selected a sleek-looking black one, and gave it the parchment he had prepared, earlier.
As he watched it flutter away, he turned back to Nikita. Good thign he remembered the name. He usually wasn't good with names, and watched her. "So, Miss Snape, may I ask why you are up here?"

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita watched Logan with interested eyes. They stood out a lot in this lighting. "I just came up here to bond with my owl." Nikita pointed to Severus, that was still perched on her shoulder. He was very hard to see, since it was very dark in the owlery. She looked at Logan, not sure what else to say.

[Logan Kings]

"Your...owl?" It wasn't that he had anything against owls, but...to break curfew just to come talk to an owl?
But, who was he to judge? He looked her in the eye, somethign he had been avoiding since he had gotten up here. Something random form his childhood, when his sister, Laura, had told him that if he stared at anyone in the eyes, they'd steal his soul.
He no longer believed that, but habits were hard to break.
"You have nice eyes" He said, simply. He often spoke his mind, but even this took him by surprise.

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita laughed softly, and kept staring into Logan's eyes. "Why, thank you." Nikita said kindly, still not taking her eyes away from his. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she became a lot happier, for some reason. "You're a Ravenclaw? Is that what you said?"

[Logan Kings]

Logan pursed his lips in discomfort. "Sadly, yes. Please don't ask for a tutor, becuase I'm the dumbest Ravenclaw you will ever meet. I can teach you how to play Guitar, though, or ride a skateboard. But, that's about it."
He pulled up the collar on his jacket. It was chilly for a summer night. "You're a Slytherein?"

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita smiled happily. "Yes, I am a Slytherin, and proud as hell of it. You can't get better than that. You're not apart of the NO are you?" Nikita asked him pleasantly. This was a very important question. Maybe she could get him to join her side. That would be easy. Possibly too easy. Nikita looked into Logan's eyes, and sighed waiting for a response.

[Logan Kings]

"The NO? The New order, right? Yeah. That's not me. I'm sitting on the fence, right now." He shrugged, in obvious indifference. What were Wizarding Wars to him, other than the fact he was a Mudblood. But this Slytherein didn't have to know that.
In his seven years in the Wizarding world, he figured out that having normal parents wasn't a good thing. In fact, it was quite the opposite. In his first year, he had three Slythereins attack him because of his blood status. Something about poisoning the school.
It was hard to keep his "Let it flow" outview on life if he tried to keep up with the war, so he did his best not to think about it, no matter how many times Rosie, or Victoire or anyone else tried to get him to join the NO. Conveniently, no one asked him to join the Death Eaters. Yet.