What am I doing?

[Emma Flynn]

Leaning against the wall of the Owlery, Emmy glances over her shoulder and down at the grounds. It certainly was a long way down.
She shivered slightly as the wind picked up, tugging her stupidly thin jacket around herself. Alright, she couldn't really call it a jacket, a jacket's purpose after all was suppose to keep the person who was wearing it warm. This...-sweater was doing no such thing.
Idly picking at a loose thread on her sweater, Emmy tries to recall what brought her up here in the first place.
She was..-she was a mud blood. She cringed internally at the very thought.
It was laughable really, a Slytherin mud blood. Pushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, she glances one last time down at the grounds, before looking up at all the owls.
She'd never use any of them. There was no need.
"Don't even know what I'm doing here," She murmurs softly under her breath, rubbing her arms one last time in a feeble attempt to warm herself before turning to go.
In doing so, she slams into someone, "Sorry," She murmurs, regaining her balance, before looking up to see who got in the way.

[Arden Patricks]

It really isn't healthy to live in the past, you know, Arden. Especially a part of your past that you didn't even particularly like.

I sigh a little bit as I head up the stairs to the Owlery, pretty damn sure that the voice in my head is correct. But I've lived in the past for as long as I properly remember... other than, maybe, when Travis was around. So I really don't know how to change. I've already tried to ruin away from it, which - big surprise - didn't really work. So now I'll just confront it... take a little tour of it. head up to the Owlery just long enough to snap a few mental pictures, then go away again before anybody asks what I'm doing here.

Or not, I correct myself, seeing some girl there as soon as I open the door. I'm wavering over just leaving, without the supposed catharsis of looking around, and even look back over my shoulder at the door when the decision is made for me.

"Sor - no, it's all right," I say quickly, shaking my head and laughing slightly. "Everybody does it occasionally."

[Emma Flynn]

Emmy offers a weak smile, "Well wouldn't want you to fall into owl poop." She grins slightly, hearing her own Irish accent seeping through.
Tugging on her sleeves again, she pushes a lock of hair out of her face. She could already feel winter, it was going to be a cold one this year, she was sure of it.
"Aren't you a little old to still be wandering around Hogwarts?" Emmy asks, after getting a good look at who she had walked into. She seemed like she would be in her mid twenties. Far too old for a student, but not quite old enough for a teacher.

[Arden Patricks]

I raise my eyebrows slightly at that, surprised as always when somebody realizes. I guess I really do finally look like an adult.
"Yes, I kind of am," I shrug. "Probably shouldn't be here, but that never stopped anybody back when I was school. If anybody asks, I'm looking for Professor... Crescent. Or Alicia Chekoya, either one will do." I pause then for a moment, feeling like I'm probably rambling a bit. "So what are you doing up here, besides pushing people into owl poop?"

[Emma Flynn]

Emmy responds by raising her own eyebrow. "That's a bit odd, don't you think? An adult wandering around the grounds of Hogwarts, coming up with excuses of why she if infact wandering?" Slipping her hands into her pockets, Emmy glances back up at the owls."I'm not purposely pushing people into owl poop, and besides, I'm a student, I have every right to be up here."

[Arden Patricks]

"True," I agree, shrugging - in response to both parts, really. "It [ui]is[/i] a little odd... and if you'll let a random stranger give you some profound but obvious advice... well, try not to live in the past. I'm pretty sure that it's not healthy."
I'd kind of like to ask what she's doing up here when it's so cold, but I suppose it's really none of my business.

[Emma Flynn]

"A little odd for a student to be up here? Really, I mean for all you know I could be sending my family mail, or even checking up on my owl. There's a couple reasons a student could be up here." She wasn't sure why she was being so defensive, but that again Emmy always had her gaurd up. "I'll keep that in mind,"

[Arden Patricks]

I laugh slightly at the misunderstanding, shaking my head. "No, I meant... I was just agreeing with you, that it's odd for me to be here and perfectly normal for you. Sorry."

[Emma Flynn]

A weak grin flickers at the corner of Emmy's lips, "Oh alright then."
It was odd to feel so satisfied in being right. "God it's cold," She murmurs softly, rubbing her arms in attempt to warm up.
Stupid not warming jacket..-sweater thing.

[Arden Patricks]

"Bit," I agree, blowing out my breath to see if I can see it. "I always did like it up here, though, no matter how cold it got. Can I take it you're the same, or were you just mailing a letter and now I'm keeping you from leaving?"

[Emma Flynn]

It takes Emmy a moment to realize that in fact this person..-lady..-woman is still speaking to her. Save cursing your sweater to high heavens for later, show some manners.
"Why would you want to sit around in a poop infested tower?" A mental kick in the pants is necessary. So much for manners. "Sorry," She apologizes quickly,"Have nasty habit of sticking my foot in my mouth, though I don't suggest doing that now for fear of having poop on the bottom of my shoe."
Can you please get off the poop topic? She manages an apologetic smile, "I'm Emma-..Emmy. Emmy Flynn.

[Arden Patricks]

"It's fine," I shrug, smiling involuntarily. "I tend to do that too, say things I probably shouldn't. But in this case I'm not insulted, so all's well." I realize she's just introduced herself, o I quickly shake my head and do the same. "I'm Arden... Arden Patricks. And it's not so much the tower that I liked, but the birds. They're pretty good company."

[Emma Flynn]

"I've got a bad habit of rambling too," She murmurs, pushing a lock of hair back out of her face. Maybe her mother was right, she should start wearing her hair up. Making a mental note to attemopt to remember, Emmy smiles weakly,"Well that's good, I once got a dentention for sticking my foot in my mouth. Not litterally though, that be kind of odd."
Odd was something Emmy always felt she was, hence being the social outcast of her house.
"Not much for birds really, though I do think they're feathers are uber pretty."

[Arden Patricks]

"Kind of an interesting talent though," I say musingly, raising my my eyebrows; then glancing upward at the birds. "I guess they kind of are, yeah. I just liked to talk to them." I smile slightly. "Somehow it feels less crazy to talk to birds or babies than inanimate objects or yourself."

[Emma Flynn]

There's no stopping the slight blush creeping onto Emmy's face.
She would usually speak to herself..-or better yet at the voice in her head, and that would look like she was speaking to herself.
"So, your graduated then Arden?" She asks, tilting her head to the side. "Just to be sure?"

[Arden Patricks]

"Ten years ago," I nod. "Though it's only recently I've started coming back here again."
I'm not really sure if that's better or worse, but I may as well say it.
"And you're... in what year?"

[Emma Flynn]

"Wow," Emmy murmurs, "So your old too."
Ten years seemed like such a long time. Emmy couldn't even begin to imagine.
She got too freaked out by even thinking about the week ahead, there was no way she could even think about ten years ahead.
"Uh, sixth year. Just turned sixteen last month."

[Arden Patricks]

I laugh slightly at that, almost weirdly flattered. I don't think I've ever been called old before.
"Mm, sixth year," I nod. "I'm pretty sure I liked it, beneath all the drama, so... I don't know, good for you."
I probably shouldn't mention to random, unsuspecting people that sixth year is where the majority of my memory starts, so I catch myself just in time but instead wind up saying something that, in hindsight, is a tad bit nonsensical.