Once In a Lifetime [open]

[Tristan Gulliver Clark]

The deep blue of swallowing beauty, engulfed all. The drops of yellow, orange, and any other hue known to mankind hit the crystal like surface. The crystal was still, as still as one dead in the night, laying peacefully inside of a tomb, though the rotting smell did not accompany this stillness. The sweet scent one might find around any amount of small pebbles of eroded rock. The sweet light breeze a sailor who just survived a typhoon would be estactic to feel. The drops of golden sun followed each other in lines of drops, much like ants marching one by one would. A dark stone figure stood resolute in the distance, awaiting it's queen to guard. Tall green and brown figures stood off to the side, waiting to invade, but too afraid and standing back.

This was the scene Tristan encountered, completely and utter... peace. It wasn't something one would see everyday, a sight one would have the honor of seeing once, maybe twice if they were lucky, in a lifetime. Tristan took out his wand, as he sat on the edge of the crystal line of water, which was lying completely still at the moment, to where the tips of his shoes were dampened by a miniscule amount of water.

Tristan smiled, forgetting the weird feeling of trying to find a place to belong. He didnt' care about blood purity, or any of that stuff. He liked the Dark Arts, because they were powerful, and he liked the feeling of having some power, because really in his childhood he was abused and completely powerless, so it was nice to feel he had power.

Tristan was fiddling with his wand in his had, thinking of what he should do, instead of just sit there. His wand slid through his hands, before Tristan held it properly and began practicing movements for Transfiguration.

[severus]

Severus exited the doors from the entrance halls which lead to the clock tower courtyard. His black robe flowed behind him as he walked. He made a mental list of Potion ingredients he had to find in the Forbidden Forest. Although he did not teach the subject anymore, he still created a potion at least once a week.

He glance around him as he walked through the courtyard, students were chattering away, they briefly looked at him as he passed. He arrived near the edge of the forest near the lake. He always used that entrance to the forest; it was less likely to lose your way if you could hear the water flowing nearby.

Severus saw someone standing near the edge of the lake, a boy. He appeared to be practicing a spell or just practicing wand movements. ”Mr Clark,”, Snape said. The student was in his house, Slytherin. And if he was not mistaken, he was also on the house Quidditch team. We better win this year … I don’t want to lose to Gryffindor again, Snape thought and looked out across the lake for a moment. He spend most of his time when he was at school by the lake; it didn’t look like he changed at all.

[Tristan Gulliver Clark]

Tristan was always, or usually a good student, to all his teachers, but he really didn't care about half of the classes. Tristan had been quiet in most of his classes, including Snape's class, even if he did seem to favor his house. The extent of showing he listened in class was when he did fairly well on his potions homework and tests.

Tristan heard his name, or last name really, and looked around for the origin of this voice, pinpointing the voice coming from Severus Snape. Tristan quickly stopped practicing and he tucked his wand away as he talked.

"Oh, hi professor, sir!" Tristan said, quietly, but loud enough to hear, "I didn't know you were there, sir. I wonder, why are you here?" As soon as he said it Tristan thought he was an idiot for asking. Of course he was curious and the words came out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Tristan smiled slightly, trusting Severus Snape, more than most of the school, except a few Slytherins who thought the ground Snape walked on was sacred.

[severus]

Professor Snape looked at him. Students didn’t normally ask why he was somewhere. As far as he was concerned, they didn’t need to know, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything illegal. “I’m collecting Potion ingredients” Snape said to him and raised an eye brow.

“What are you doing out here Mr. Clark?” Snape asked, he had seen him practicing some form of magic when he arrived. It wasn’t Dark Arts, he knew every kind of wand movement involved in the Dark Arts. Snape glanced over his shoulder towards the forest, he thought he heard something. He ignored it and return back to Tristan.

ooc-sorry its not very long

[Tristan Gulliver Clark]

Potions ingredients... well that seemed positively normal right? Right? Tristan smiled slightly, and hide his slight embarassment at asking what a professor was doing. It wasn't his buisness, just like it wasn't his buisness to bother his father so many years prior, but it was in the past, so he couldn't undo anything, or unask the professor anything. He just had to move on.

"Sorry professor, I was just curious as to what you were doing, but it wasn't my place to ask, sorry sir," Tristan replied. Really on the inside he didn't feel it was a big deal, but he was the one to suck-up sometimes, but not too much as to seem like a teacher's pet, which he really didn't want to be. Tristan just respected him, and the other teachers, but he respected Snape the most, probably since Tristan could almost see himself in Snape, but that was probably just his imagination getting carried away.

"I was practicing this transfiguration spell, a Vanishing, Evanesco I believe is the incantation, just the movements, not actually casting it," Tristan replied. He had trouble with it last year when they learned it, so he knew he needed to be able to cast it this year since he was taking the class.