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[nellie]

Nellie Samantha Diggory walked out of the Hufflepuff common room. It was an hour past lights out and she couldn't sleep. It was something that was relatively normal for the young witch. Her brother was out patrolling she was sure and the only other person who seemed to care about her was either sleeping or patrolling as well. She'd been caught only once out of bed past bedtime and it had been by her own brother who being the boy he was took five points from their house and then took her back to bed. This night however no one seemed to be around weird as that was.

She made her way to the ground floor spare room without any trouble at all. She made it into the room just as Miss Norris rounded the corner into the hall way. She wasn't about to get caught by filtch. A voice took her by surprise as second later. "Peeves shhh. I don't want to get caught." The poltergist just laughed at her but then fell silent knowing better. She was one of the few people that Peeves actually listened to half the time. Of course he only did that because she had made friends with the Bloody Baron and Peeves was not going to get punished by that ghost any time soon. Not for messing with Nellie anyway.

He was there one moment and gone the next leaving Nellie to her own devices. She lit a candle placing a cover over what was now a little lap and placed it on the corner of the desk pulling out her history of magic text book. She rather enjoyed history of magic so each night she would read a little more and get a bit ahead of everyone else. Her homework she had finished long ago. She was hoping that her brother didn't know about her leukemia coming out of remission but she was sure that her parents knew. After all they were the ones that were charged with the price tag for her medication. Nellie just didn't want her brother to worry. She's beat it like she did before.

She forgot all about that as she started into her chapter getting lost in it and not realizing anyone coming into the classroom.

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[lexocity]

It was way past curfew, but Kiran Bloom didn't care. If she got in trouble, she would just send daddy a letter, and he'd find a way to get out of it. The blond hurried into the room, shooing away the poltergeist. She shut the door abruptly behind her. In a bag on her shoulder was a large sketch pad and a small little bag filled with pencils, markers and other drawing tools. She held a plain white candle, in her left hand, masking the flame with her right,
The first thing she noticed about this room is that someone was there. A smaller blonde girl.
Kiran was startled. No one was ever in this room, this late. Thats why she came here, to get away with the people whom she was supposed to get along with. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Kiran said, her voice not panicky, but smooth, and low. She'd have to become friends with this girl so she would not tell people she was here. Pushing the loose strands from her bun out of her face. she came away from the door. Kiran, though still in night clothes, looked quite chic. Black shorts and a white tank, under a purple silk robe. her ugg slippers not making a noise as she came in. and she used her eye mask as a headband of sorts. She looked cute. She slipped her eyemask off and shoved it into her bag.
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[nellie]

Nellie had the bad tendency to not hear anything when she was reading and on the other hand when she did she took a while to comprehend what was being said so all her reactions were a bit delayed. She hadn't heard the door open because she was too far involved in her reading to actually hear even a pen drop really. Once the other's words reached her ears Nellie jumpped sky high almost knocking over he own candle. She calmed down rather quickly and closed her book putting a marker in her place before doing so. She turned to face that other that had walked in. Thankfully it was another female and not a male. Things could get really interesting with delusional older males to say the least. She looked at the girl in the dim light of both their candles and put the girl in about sixth year and three years older then herself. It took her another couple of second to digest the questions asked of her.

"I'm Nellie, Nellie Diggory you are?" She gave the girl a friendly smile hoping that the other could see it. As for what she was doing there that was a completely different story. It did have one simple answer though. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to come here to read." Usually this classroom was empty. It had to be the first time that she'd been in this classroom and one else had come in. In her first year she had gone to the other ones and found that this one was the one she didn't get interrupted in. Apparently however others did come into the room or maybe it was just one of those nights. Many of the older students were going around worried about putting their name in the Goblet or not and school work of course.

[lexocity]

Kiran walked deeper into the room as she answered. "I'm Kiran Bloom" she said, coming into better view. The blond walked over to the desk next to the window, plopping down her stuff. "Hmm, I see" Kiran replied to her answer about what she was doing here. She pulled out a black pencil, and started with a circle on the center of her page. "I always come down here to draw" she sighed, sitting at the desk. She leaned back restlessly, and tapped the pencil on the page. "I don't like drawing in the dorms, or the common room. I just don't feel like I belong there" Which was true.

Anyone with at least one semi decent working eye could see that there was a strain on the pretty blond and her surroundings. Kiran didn't mesh well. She wasn't like a charm bracelet. charm bracelets needed charms. She was a statement piece, to be worn alone. She drew attention to herself. Staring at the girl, she licked her top lip. She wondered if she ever felt like she belonged. It was probably so simple for people. Kiran smiled to her, and went back to her blank circle. "Why do you choose to read in the classroom. There are so many nooks and crannies more comfortable then this.

[nellie]

Nellie's smile grew a little brighter as the girl came closer. "Pleasure to meet you Kiran." The name sounded familiar but hadn't met the girl before. It would be nice to have a face to a name now. Though at the moment the girl didn't seem the way everyone had described her to be. Then again everyone had their off days and as it was late people tended to show different sides of themselves. She watched as Kiran put her things down on a desk. "I wish I could draw." She was creative in the ands of writing poetry and other such things not in drawing. She liked art it was such a wonderful thing. Kiran mentioned something about coming down to draw and Nellie nodded in understand. "You wouldn't be the only one that doesn't feel as though they belong where they are." She felt the same way and so did a fourth year in her house. She was sure more then the three of them had issues with not feeling like the fit in.

She let her mind wander for a moment as she turned to open her book again as the silence fell. She turned back to Kiran as she asked her a question though. "I'm reading my potions book getting ahead and making sure that I have all the right notes I need for my reports. That's why I'm in a classroom. It makes it easier. I do however fit nicely in half the other nooks and crannies of the school. At night though it seems just a little safer to be hiding out in a classroom ironically." It was far easier to get caught in a classroom. She shrugged that off though and asked a questions of her own. "What do you like to draw about?"

[lexocity]

Kiran tapped her pencil against the notebook. She listened to the girl go on about how she didn't feel like she belonged, or no one felt like they belonged. something along those lines. "Yeah, I guess so" Kiran answered generically. The blond was able to look over and smile. This little girl was adorable. "I've never worried much about my school work" Kiran admitted. "It gets itself done, and grades don't truly matter in the long run. Why should I bother myself with it?" She added some features to the circle, turning it into the moon. faint lines of craters, and a rocky surface engineered themselves on the paper.

As the little Diggory girl asked Kiran about her drawings, she smiled. "Whatever I feel, really" she admitted. "I just always see something more then what meets the eye. I wish everyone could see the beauty I see" she said, erasing some lines off of her moon. Tilting her head to the left and the right, she added some stars around it, and sighed. five stars. Five was the perfect number. "There's always more then what meets the eye" Kiran said, as a voice in her head she never could place played it over and over. She never did know where it was from, she had heard it once or twice in her time here as well, from boys she did not know, or care to meet. It was very peculiar.

[nellie]

Nellie went back to working on the chapter she had been reading. Her notes were nearly complete for the chapter as it were anyways. Some thought she took school a little to seriously or at least the work for that matter. Amaranta was the reason why Nellie had any type of social life at all. Amaranta didn't care about her family name most of the time. It was well known that as younger children the Diggory and Malfoy familes were friends. Up until the first war ended that was. It wasn't like the two didn't tolerate eachother. The Diggorys were far to friendly to deny their children the right to play with each other and the same rang true for Narcissa Malfoy. Still had it not been for Amaranta getting her out once in a while she'd be a freak in all senses of the word. She shook that off mentally though. "Grades matter when you take OWLs and NEWTs though." It was the only comment she had for Kiran when she mentioned that grades didn't matter in the long run. Part of that was true but in order to get the classes you wanted. She supposed however that Kiran really didn't need to worry about that as her last name finally caught up with Nellie.

"What are you gonna do after you graduate Hogwarts?" After all some things you just needed the raw talent for and nothing that had to do with the grades that you recieved after all. Nellie enjoyed school but she kept a secret away from most people. She was what would be called a gifted student in the muggle world. She took on extra work in classes so that she would not be bored and her magical knowledge was advanced for her year. She also might be able to graduate a year or two ahead of her class. Of course no one but her parents and the teachers knew anything of that. That's why she was aways so studious. Plus the days she spent in the hospital wing aways put her behind and she'd had a few days in there in the past week.

Nellie listened to Kiran as she answered her question. "I know what you mean. I write poetry. And have a very different out look on life then your average person." She stopped midsentence on her notes as Kiran finished her last words. Where...Where had she heard those words used before and in that exact tone. She started filtering faces through her head. Contrary to popular belief the young girl did know alot of things about alot of people. Albredt came to mind. There were a large family with a few less kids then the Weasleys. It wasn't unnatural for Nellie to know last names of pureblood wizarding families in the first place. These family however farmed and didn't really have much to do with the wizarding world all that often save for their children. It was by luck that the Diggory country house happened to be rather close to them. It dawned on her then. Tony Albredt had told her the same thing about a year ago in that exact same tone.

She looked back at Kiran for a moment. "You know you wouldn't be the first person to tell me that in that exact tone." It was a tone that Nellie didn't soon forget. Tony had been rather upset when he mentioned that and Kiran though she didn't look all that upset about anything said it in such a way that it reminded her of Tony. Of course Anthony Albrebt had told her about having a sister that he felt he should at least seek out. Could it be the girl infront of her?

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[lexocity]

Kiran shrugged, her porcelain skinned shoulders exposed as her silk robe slid off her arm. This blond didn't care about OWLS or NEWTS. She was more concerned with S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G. The heiress loved clothing of all styles. Dress has always been her strongest suit. As her blue eyes gazed over her drawing, she reached for her pencil case for a purple pencil. Purple was her favorite color. Purple was mysterious, royalty, good judgement an balance. She pursed her lips, and let the pencil graze the paper, leaving its stain.

The ah-dorable little girl asked kiran a question that frankly, Kiran did not know the answer to. sighing heavily, she looked up to the girl. "Is it horrible to say I don't know yet?" She started, knowing the internal monologue was about to begin. "I don't know what I want to do. I'll probably wind up working for my father, or going into modeling. Whatever I do has to be artistic, It has to mean something to someone." Kiran paused. What did her father want her to do?

Kiran loved her father, Elias. He was a serious man, full of wit an dry humor, and an abundance of sarcasm. He enabled- nay, encouraged her to spend the money they had. To become one of the heiresses like the Americans. Let their brand be known. Kiran enjoyed his company, he took care of her, and taught her lots of things. They never talked about family, or history, they talked about now and the future. Elias made sure Kiran knew what was up.

The blond looked to the girl as she told her about her poetry. Aww, she was a tortured soul! How cute. Kiran tilted her head. "What about?" she asked. Other people's arts interested her. Kiran never thought about poetry, she was never amazing with words. Little Bloom was descriptive with her feelings and what she wanted, but felt like she was not eloquent enough to write it all down.

"Really now...Who said it?" She instantly perked up. Who was this person who said this quote from a place unknown. The blond stopped drawing, and looked to the girl. She might have some critical information.

[nellie]

Nellie was sure that most people didn't care about grades as the few people she did know that did. Ravenclaws mostly seemed to be very studious but Hufflepuffs came in a close second. Most Slytherins wouldn't admit to studying period eve if they did. So it was no surprise to her really that the other didn't seem to care about them. Her mind wandered back to Kiran as she asked if it was horrible to say that she didn't know. "No not at all. I'm sure it takes awhile for most to figure out exactly what they want to do when they leave. But modeling sounds cool." Kiran was a lovely female and Nellie was sure that she would make a perfect model if she wasn't one already. He night clothes were very fashionable as it was. Nellie didn't much care about fashion only that she looked good in what she was wearing that was all. She had other things to worry about then how her clothes looked compared to the more fashionable people at the school. Life was fully of very interesting people and she was one of those interesting people.

Nellie wasn't even sure what she was going to do when she graduated. She wasn't even sure she was going to make it that far. She did hope that she would make it long enough to make it out of school and into the work force before she was taken from the world. She wanted to do something meaningful. She wanted to leave something behind. She almost didn't heard Kiran's question to her about her poetry. It took her second to come back to reality as her brain was off in la la land. It was also thinking of a poem right there too. However that was going to have to stay inside of her head until she found a piece of parchment that could be written on for that reason. It didn't take long for her to get that piece of parchment though. She started to think of how to start the things that were running through her mind at that moment. She also turned to answer Kiran's question.

"I write just about anything. Though most of my poetry seems to be a bit morbid. It makes sense to the people I have shown it too." That was really all she could say about her own poetry. It always made someone think about other things. It gave them a gateway to the way she saw the world at times and well at the moment there wasn't much happiness in the world. Sure they were at piece and such but one was a teenager and among teenagers life no matter how peaceful outside was just well not inside. She was a rather tortured soul at times but she didn't really mind that.

Through the fallen snow I see
A life that needs to be saved
A light in the darkness that needs to be lite.

In the shadows left by the falling snow
I see a person reaching out their hand
To take hold of that which was lost
In order to make it found.

As everything calms
One can see
Two people embracing
Smiles on their faces

A light in the world of darkness
And tormoil,
Warmth in the frozen ice.

She finished writing it with intent to revise later but she got up and took it to Kiran to see what she thought. It was probably the third or fourth time that Nellie actually showed someone a piece of her work that wasn't her brother or her parents. On top of that it was the second time that a poem had not exactly been perfected it was just what came out of her head. Whether or not she would change anything later didn't usually happen with such pieces. She was about to turn around when Kiran asked about the person that had told her the same thing that Kiran had. She took a moment to put her thoughts in the right place before answering.

"His name is Anthony Albredt. He's a seventh year. He told me one day when he was upset." She stopped there. She didn't want to give away what they were talking about because he had told her in confidence that she would tell no other person. "He kinda reminds me of you only his hair is a bit more dirty blonde and messy." He was one of those people that she messed up his hair when he talked to her because it was fun and it usually cheered him up some.

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note: Poem is Mine (Son) please do not steal. It has no name as of yet.

[lexocity]

Reading over the poem, Kiran blinked twice. This was deep. Deeper then she expected this little thirteen year old girl tilting her head to the side, she nodded, sliding the paper away from her. "Its good" she quipped. The blond had to admit she was impressed. She was going to keep this girl in mind, she had a lot to offer, and she was sure she'd look adorable in an oversized sweater, a bandage skirt, and a pair of docs. She could help her... and this girl could possibly help Kiran.

The blond looked directly to the girl. "Who?" She asked. She had heard that name before. Somewhere vaguely familiar. The teen put down her things. "What was he talking about? Why was he upset? Is he cute?" Kiran rattled off questions like there was no tomorrow. She sat up straighter and became more interested. This had to do with her, right? Kiran felt so.

[nellie]

Nellie knew full well that her poetry seemed to make people look at her a little oddly. Some of it was deep and much to deep for someone of her age apparently. Many did not know that she faced dying each and every day and that was what made her deep. It was what made her want to convey something that would last even after she had finally been burried in the ground along with the rest of her ancestors. Nellie took the paper back from Kiran and made it disappear into her notebook that was full of random poems that needed to be revised so that they could go in her other notebook that held the revised poems she had written and only her brother knew where that was. She gave a small smile at the complement from the other.

Nellie was not much for style and if she had known what Kiran was thinking about her clothing choices she's have probably given the older girl a slight glare. Okay maybe not a glare but she wouldn't have been too happy about it in the first place. Nellie looked back at Kiran as she asked who. It took her a second to realize she was asking about Tony. Of course all the questions made Nellie dizzy. "Hang on one question at a time please." She said in a small strained voice. She shook her head trying to get exactly what questions Kiran was asking her. She wasn't srue where to start either. This could take awhile and she had promised Tony that she wouldn't tell anyone what they talked about but this girl...in a sense she was so much like Tony. Nellie was still trying to figure that one out. Could it be the person that Tony had been talking about that day?

"Anthony Albredt, I wouldn't know what you would think was cute but you do remind me of him. or rather he reminds me of you not sure really which way that is supposed to go. Though he is older. He was talking about his family really and that was what was upsetting him." It wasn't exactly a lie and it wasn't exactly the full thing they had been talking about but she had promised him and she was not keen on breaking promises. She waited for that to sink into Kiran's mind. The rest of her questions had not fully gotten into Nellie's just yet.

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