The Dungeons

He was wandering around the dungeons whistling the tune to "What Makes You Beautiful" by One Direction.

OOC I don't use him enough and also one direction? Really Ahri?

Ic

Walking through the dungeons, happy that peace had prevailed as I knew it would. Of course I would now have to give the dead the passing they deserved. I had always like Bryn and if the rumors were true, I wish I had known the true Sydnay.

OOC Yes, One Direction.

IC He walked up to Matthew, stopping mid-chorus. "Hola," he said casually.

I smile at Ahri and wave back with near relentless cheerfulness, "Good day!"

OOC oh boy, Ahri's gonna have fun with him.

IC He smiled mischievously. "What's got you in such a happy mood?"

"Well no reason in particular, I suppose I'm usually in good spirits."

He sniggered, "You're always like this? What if you were put through the Cruciatus Curse? What if the love of your puny, worthless life died in your arms and you couldn't save her?"

OOC Well that's a fucking downer...

IC

I look at him quite disturbed, how could a person come to such conclusions and just laugh it off?

"That's horrible. Why would you think that?"

"Just curious as to whether or not you'd still be happy." He shrugged and began digging dirt out from under his nails.

"Well of course I wouldn't be, that would be devastating. The last one especially."

"But that hasn't happened, nor will it."

He sneered. "You're too optimistic."

"And frankly I find your sense of humor too morbid."

He shrugged. "Life's a bitch, then you die."

"That's not right. Life is the eternal mystery of our lord, thy god."

He couldn't help but laugh. "You actually believe that shit?"

"Those are my beliefs and I ask that you respect them." I was liking this person less and less with each word.

OOC R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to me

IC He rolled his eyes. "Look, I ain't no professional at respectin' people. So don't expect any better for you."

I frown as I look into his eyes, "It's quite sad how faithless you are."

"Oh Pomfrey, you need much more foresight..." No matter how wise the woman was with medicine, she was hopeless with remembering ingredients well in advance.

Happy even down in the dungeons, Celeste skips along, humming merrily. When she sees Eugene, she waves at him with a bright smile on her face. "Hiya!"

I look down at the girl, "Oh hello."

"Whatcha doin'?" She tips her head to the side, blue eyes wide and curious.

"Oh... I'm collecting ingredients for a potion that Madam Pomfrey needs. It's design to be a catalyst in..." I droll on in my usual scientific jargon.

"Hm, ok," she interrupts, blinking at him. A thoughtful look comes onto her face, but she doesn't explain her ability yet.

I notice the look, "Something on your mind? (spirit)"