Mindless Humor (Open)

[Airalynn Marne]

There was no idea in Delilah's head about what she was exactly doing on that breezy summer day, but she had no intention on turning back. She walked and walked as far as her legs would take her until she eventually came to a fence. The steel wires connected at each wooden post, but that wouldn't stop her. She would surely hop over it. Not only because nothing better to do, but she really didn't want to walk to familiar streets of Hogsmead again. She had done it so many times before, but instead she would go some place new.

She hoped the steel wires and made her way over the small hills, collapsing on the top of the tallest one, which wasn't very tall at all. She stared at a building that stood in the clearing. A heavy presence hung over it like a cloud, and she just stared. She didn't dare go to it. It's moving walls and slanted roof made her aware that there was most likely nothing interesting inside. Instead she sat, at the top of this mound, and just blankly stared at it.

She took out a book from her bag and began to sketch it. Every detail and every blade of grass in the area was presented in her picture. She did not want to enter, because sitting outside fascinated her enough. She would, one of these days, enter it, but she liked the sunshine so much more, and the place had something about it that made it feel unwelcoming. Almost as if an evil beast lived within the thin walls. She shrugged it off.

Maybe one day, but not today. Delilah thought. She, though, then became more fascinated in it, and stood from her spot. Maybe she would go look, just for a second. Just a mere second, that's all. That's all that was needed, right? She made her self move steadily over and watched it creek and swoon back and forth as if it was pushed by some phantom breeze.

She entered the building, walking slowly up the half broken steps, She entered the dust filled main hallway as a mirror stood right in front of her. It seemed almost like someone had been here recently, perhaps someone still lives here? Impossible, who would be crazy enough to do such a thing? She moved forward.

"Hello?" She said in a questioning tone, her voice echoing throughout the stairwell. Nothing.

[mark]

Mark grinned as he walked towards the Shrieking Shack. Today he was going to see if he could enter it. He'd been here a while ago, with another girl from school, but he wanted to see if there was another way in. He hopped over the fence easily, wondering why they even put it up. No one was going to be stopped by an old rickety fence, with wire that wasn't exactly dangerous. He put his hands in his sweater, shivering slightly.

Maybe I should've worn my jacket after all he thought, but he shrugged it of. He wasn't that cold. He walked closer to the house, wondering if it would just have a front entry or something. He started circling the house, softly whistling a song. He was in no hurry at all, and he enjoyed hanging out at the Shack. It was a bit mysterious, and he loved that about places. Just as he loved going in the Forbidden Forest.

Mark jumped when he suddenly heard a voice, and his hand immediately went to his wand, taking it out and aiming it in the direction of the noise. He snuck closer, and he was surprised to find a front door and a hallway. He entered carefully, knowing it wasn't the smartest thing to do. In his head he could hear his mother's voice, warning him and telling him to be careful. He shook his head and quickly pointed his wand at the person inside.

''Who's there?'' came his voice. He walked closer and wondered who would enter the Shack on their own. From what he could see the person was probably female, and not to big. He frowned when he recognized the girl from Hogwarts and he lowered his wand a bit.

[Airalynn Marne]

The mirror wore a sheet of dust around the endges of the golden frame. A ghostly mist covered the rooms in a sudden desire to choke someone, but she stayed, covering her mouth from letting the dust particles enter. She look around, hearing the sudden ringing in ones ears when it's completel silence. She walked in a small circle, her hands reaching into the depths of her pockets, and with a shaky hand she held her wand. She was ready, and she would put her wand it a casting position after every creek. Was someone actually here? Had someone else actually figured out how to get in? She looked around.

From the inside the noticable rock in the house was still visible, and a mystery why nothing had fallen off the walls. How could such thin material hold such a heavy roof? She looked back and forth, getting ready to move to another room. She grabbed the railing of the stairs, and was about to step onto the first stair, but she heard something.

She turned sharply, hearing the familiar creeks from the entrance stairs, and went to run, but they had entered. She armed herself, ready to cast, but stopped, she lowered her wand as the boy did the same. "Merlin, you shouldn't scare people like that!" She said. She looked at the door way and sighed. She messed up again. "I shouldn't be here." She said, getting ready to leave, and then stopped. "Wait, what are you doing here, and inside?" she wondered.

[mark]

Mark studied the girl in surprise, and he jumped when she adressed him, quickly pointing his wand at her again. When he realized she was Hogwarts student again he lowered it, though he kept it in his hand. He wasn't sure what to think about this girl. Scanning his memory, he vaguely remembered her being a Ravenclaw, and entering the Shrieking Shack seemed like a very un-Ravenclawlike thing to do. He frowned at the girl again, and shook his head when she mentioned leaving.

''Sorry I scared you. Didn't really expect someone to be in here'' he explained, grinning at the girl sheepishly, and relaxing a bit. He grinned slightly when she asked what he was doing here, and, more importantly, what he was doing inside. Shaking his head, he pocketed his wand, a grin still apparent on his face.

''Well, I could ask you the same. I've been in here loads of times, though I entered through another way'' he said vaguely, not giving up the secret passageway under the Whomping Willow. He was actually still a bit amazed at how easily he'd entered from this side of the building, but he figured there had been spells on the shack when it was used for Mr. Lupin, a friend of the family that was a werewolf.

''And I entered through the surprisingly easy to find front door of the house'' he then said, adding it as an afterthought, shrugging.

[Airalynn Marne]

She growled silently in her throat and cursed at herself in her head. How could she have been so stupid? "I'm guessing you once took the familiar evil-tree way." She said. She knew the name of it, but she just didn't call it that. "Easy way in? This was an easy way in? I assure you it's not simple!" She then looked at the door, waving widely open. Then she remembered. "Ah, yes, I left it open. Blast." She sighed. "To you it's easy, for now."

"I'm guessing you didn't know there was another entrance? My father used to work in the Ministry of Magic, so I know most of the secrets, and, besides that, it's like a puzzle. I love puzzles, which is one of the reasons why I'm most likely a Ravenclaw." She said happily. "It was simple for me, but usually only Gryffindors come here because of the infamous Leepin? Or Lipin?" She thought for a second. "Ramond Lupun?" She shook her head. "That warewolf guy... er- anyway, yeah, it's pretty simple."

She bowed her head gracefully at him and began to head for the entrance out, figuring she probably should seal it soon. She stopped and turned back to him once again. "You're a Gryffindor, aren't you?" She wondered. "You look rather familiar, but I can't place the name." She said thinking. "I'm Delilah by the way, but you're welcomed to call me Dee." She said, getting ready to enter the outside. "Coming? Or you want to stay locked in there?" She wondered.

[mark]

Mark was really starting to get annoyed about how many people knew about the secret passageway underneath the Whomping Willow. It was really stupid, he thought, seeing as it had been a Marauder secret, and he only knew about it because one of the Marauders themselves, Mr. Lupin, had told him about it. He'd felt honoured, knowing something not a lot of people did felt a bit special, but now he was starting to think almost every student seemed to know about the passageway. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as the girl tried guessing Mr. Lupin's name and he shook his head.

''It's Remus John Lupin, he's a werewolf and he was a Marauder when he was a student, along with James Potter, Sirius Black and Petter 'fregging' Pettigrew. Also known as Moony, Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail. And it's still not sure if they're famous or infamous'' he said, sighing again. He really liked the story about the Marauders, and he knew almost everything thy did. He loved visiting Mr. Lupin, also because he was pretty fond if little Zachary.

Mark followed the girl back towards the entrance and stepped outside, looking up at her.

''Eh.. yeah, I'm coming. And I am a Gryffindor, and my name is Mark Weasley. Nice to meet you Dee'' he then said, putting his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to come out as well.

[Airalynn Marne]

She watched him leave, and then she left too. She smiled at him as he introduced himself. "Weasley?" She questioned and then smiled. "Your father and Uncle own that shop in Hogsmead, right? The joke place?" She wondered. "I never go in there, nor have I ever seen the inside." She laughed thinking about it. Everyone goes in there, but she never really knew why she wouldn't.

She looked back at the buliding, doorway still open, as she walked back up to it and place her hand within the doorway. She pulled her hand back quickly and suddenly the open area glazed over with the familiar wall. She checked to make sure every thing was covered before she jumped off and in front of him. She then looked back. "For secret issues, I probably shouldn't tell you how I did that." She laughed and looked back to him. "Not that I don't trust you, but, well, I don't want to get you into trouble."

"My father," She said. "Used to go to school here, well, at Hogwarts and he told me about the evil tree way. He changed his name though, he never told me his original first or last name for safty purposes, but I guess he was good friends with the infamous Golden Trio. Hermione Granger once told him the entrance." She said. "I don't even know his first name because he was so afraid he'd be located." She sighed. "Kind of makes me wonder what he did to feel like he'd have to do something like that."

She walked across the grass, her hair blowing in the wind, and she once again look back to him. "So," She said, feeling very overcome with a slight awkward silence. "Mark, what are you into?" She asked. "I'm going to guess you're a wanderer for coming out here randomnly. It's weird, we're in the same year, some of the same classes, but I don't know a thing about you except that you're a Gyriffindor." She laughed, looking around. "I come out here to draw, that's basically it, yeah, pretty lame... I know." She laughed, looking down at her feet.

[mark]

Mark listened to what Delilah said when she heard his name was Weasley. A lot of people knew who he was, just because of his father and uncle, or because of any of his other relatives. He was, after all, related to Harry Potter, right? So that's why a lot of people knew him. And sometimes he liked that. But most of the time he didn't. He didn't like being known as 'the son of.. ' or 'the cousin/nephew of...' etc. He wanted to built his own reputation, and with trying to get the most detentions in school he was already making a start. But he just nodded at what Delilah said, grinning.

''Yep, Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes'' he said, though he frowned when she said she'd never been inside. There weren't a lot of Hogwarts students that could say that and tell the truth. Almost every student had been there at least once, even if it wasn't to get Joke products, maybe they were just looking around. Mark had never met anyone who hadn't been to his father and uncle's shop before.

He watched the girl's movement, slightly amazed. Being the daughter of someone so high in the Ministry certainly seemed to have it's plus sides. He really wanted to know how she did that, but decided not to ask as she told him it was better for his own safety if he didn't know. He just gave a small nod and continued listening to what Delilah said.

He frowned at what she said about her father. Partially because he thought it was weird, and partially because he didn't know why she was telling him this. What was he to do with that information? Nothing, right? He didn't even know this woman's father, so all he could do was ask his Aunt about who she had told about the passageway. Which would be stupid, and he doubted his aunt would answer his question. It didn't make any sense.

He was glad when she changed the subject. He didn't really know what to say to her about her father, so that's why he was glad. He nodded when she said she thought he was a wanderer. That was true. He loved wandering, and exploring as well. And seeing as you sometimes discovered a new place whilst wandering, he combined the two. He nodded at what she said. He thought it was rather weird as well.

''Ah well, there's a lot of students at Hogwarts, you can't know all of them'' he said though, shrugging. That was true after all, it was impossible to know everyone that attended Hogwarts. He shook his head when she said that her coming out here to draw was lame. He couldn't really agree with that. He liked drawing and wished he was good at it, but he really wasn't.

''That's not lame. Drawing is cool, it's just that I pretty much suck at it. I'd do it too if I didn't suck at it'' he therefore said, giving the girl a lopsided grin and shrugging again.

[Airalynn Marne]

She felt very insecure talking about her family when she was sure that he wouldn't care about anything. She did wonder though if perhaps being related to Hermione Granger he could help her solve the puzzle of her past. She couldn't ask him of this, no, for he would laugh at her, call her crazy, and walk away, but she wanted him to stay. She hadn't had much company, only Ryder once and a while, and she wondered if they were possibly friends, or what Mark would think of her as she spent every day hoping to meet Ryder back here. He was a slytherin, and a death eater, but she didn't care. She liked him just as much as an order member.

She thought about possibly returning to Hogsmead and browsing the infamous shop that they spoke of, but she shook her head. Maybe it was best she didn't go inside, for purposes she couldn't even think of. She was more interested in finding something else, and because they were getting into talking more about one another, she still was unsure if she should tell him the truth or not. She sadly looked down to her feet, thoughts racing in and out, and she finally took a relaxing breath and looked back up to him.

She looked back to the house, remembering all that she had done. "I'll tell you when you're ready to hear it." She said instantly. "Safty purposes maybe, but I know you wouldn't dare to harm such an interesting place. I have a feeling you're going to do great things in the future." She said with a laugh. "As random as that sounds, you will do."

She listened intently as he explained that she wouldn't be able to know everyone, but the truth was that she really wanted to. She wanted to know the difference between each person, what made one more evil that the other. To know what makes someone sad, or why some people make fun of others. If every Gryffindor really was strong, or if every Ravenclaw really was smart. She couldn't help but wish she knew what type of person she would have fun talking to, she sighed. It was impossible, the only way she could do that was if she could read minds. It truely was impossible.

As they got to the subject of her drawing she stepped back and smiled. "Oh my, you can not be as bad as I am!" She said with a ghastly breath. She laughed. "See, drawing really isn't my thing, but I'm trying to get better. Writing is my life." She said. "Take the Wizarding World for example. Notice how everything here is like a long running dream that you fear to wake up from. It's filled with nothing but magic, a power that a muggle couldn't even descibe in their dizziest daydreams. Being a witch, or wizard, is a grand opportunity to know something that the muggle world does not." She turned in a complete circle, her arms spread out wide. "Imagine if you woke one morning to find out that this was all a dream, what would you do?" She asked.

She stopped herself for a minute and replaced her excited smile with a saddened expression. She wispered to herself. "Well," she said. "For me it wouldn't be all bad. Then at least this curse would be gone." She mummble.