Spooks [Open]

Daniel was lost, which was a quite rare predicament for him. He had stayed in the library a bit longer than he should have (fell asleep on a book), and by the time he had woken up, it was already well past curfew. He was running up and down, left and right, in every direction possible, but couldn't for the life of him find the way to the Gryffindor tower.

He was starting to panic. If he didn't find his way to the tower soon, a prefect, a teacher, or even worse, Filch could catch him. He doubled his speed. He wasn't going to let that creep catch him breaking the rules!

He turned at a corner and found himself face to face with the ghost of a young man. Knowing from experience that running through a ghost wasn't exactly pleasant, Daniel tried to stop before that could happen. Of course, at the speed he was running at, it was impossible. He ran straight through the ghost. He was so preoccupied with shuddering, he didn't notice the armour in his way. With a noise loud enough to alert anyone on the floor, Daniel and the armour met in a quite painful way.

Daniel rubbed at the sure-to-be-there bruise on the back of his head, the result of the metal helmet hitting him none too gently. He cursed his luck. The only time he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and an armour just had to be in his way! He quickly looked around, sighing in relief. If Filch hadn't come yet, then it was likely he hadn't heard the noise at all.

Daniel looked at the complaining ghost, frowning. "I'm sorry, but I didn't see you there, the wall was hiding you from view. I would have run into you, even if you were solid." he said, hoping he didn't offend the ghost. Then he looked up at the hand extended to him and then at the owner of the hand. He couldn't help but blush a little. Although the girl's expression was kind of frosty, which Daniel could understand, given how much noise he made, her face was very pretty, beautiful even. Her hair was a rich brown, a few strands resting over her shoulder. Her eyes were a nice shade of violet, and she was wearing a long dress and glasses. Her appearance just screamed aristocrat.

Daniel quickly killed his blush off, hoping that she didn't see it. "Ah, no, thank you, I'm fine!" he said. Not wanting to make anymore noise, he took his wand out and, after a few swishes, the armour was back in its place, and finally off of him. He stood up, wincing slightly as his bruises throbbed. He looked at the amused ghost. "I'm not out this late on purpose! I just...accidentally spent a little more time in the library than it was necessary." he admitted sheepishly. "Sorry for running through you. But I haven't seen you around the castle yet. Who are you?" Then he turned to the girl. "And I'm sorry for disturbing you with all that noise, Miss...?"

Lieselotte raised a brow at the boy's blush, a small smirk forming on her face before she realized it as she withdrew her hand. How cute was a passing thought in her head. She pushed that far, far away into the 'clutter'. No need for thoughts like that. But it was indeed interesting that he blushed so easily. Taking a step back from the crash site she sighed, reaching for her violin case and patting it, feeling paranoid about the fact if it was still there or not. Appeased when she found it was, she listened to the boy speak to the ghost, drinking in her surroundings. brought out of her examination when the boy turned to her.

She blinked once, before what he said sunk in. She almost commented on how it was rude to ask for someones name without introducing yourself first, but let it slip. Not everyone was as polite as her. "Edelstein. Lieselotte Edelstein. Sixth year Ravenclaw." As she introduced herself she curtsied properly, holding onto the ends of her dress before letting it go and standing straight and tall again. "May I inquire who you are?" She asked politely, and turned to the Ghost. "Hello Monsieur. May I ask who you are as well?" No need to be rude to the ghost either.

Yupp, definitely an aristocrat. And while Daniel had proper manners pounded in his head since childhood, he was never told how to respond when someone curtsied. So he just smiled and introduced himself. "Daniel Héderváry, fifth year Gryffindor. A pleasure to meet you." Then he turned back to the ghost, twitching slightly. "And what's wrong with liking to read, exactly?" After hearing the ghost introduce himself, though, he looked at him not with annoyance, but awe. "A viking, you say? Then you must" 'be really old' is left unsaid, "have had a very interesting life!"

He shook himself out of his awe and glared at the ghost, no, Mathias. "Who is a 'prissy library type'?! There is nothing wrong with reading, but do I look like someone who is constantly in the library to you?" he asked, pointing at his face to show his tan skin. "And you shouldn't go and assume that just because someone is in Ravenclaw they are bookworms."

Lieselotte almosted pouted. She did like books and all, but she preferred music over them. I mean, books are amazing, but music was simply magical, excuse the pun. Crossing her arms she simply observed the situation, somewhat thankful to the the boy, Daniel, her mind supplied. There was no need to stick up for a complete stranger.

Then again, if you excuse the use of a stereotype, he was indeed a gryffindor. courageous fools who (usually) stuck up for others and ran into situations without thinking. Lieselotte shunned the very idea of doing something so stupid like that. Interjecting her own thoughts quickly before the situation could possibly turn sour she spoke Softly, her voice carrying in the halls "Excuse me, Mr.Køhler, but i was actually elsewhere.... Music would most certainly not be allowed in the stuffy library."She was faintly amused at the idea of playing in such a place. She'd be kicked out in seconds, especially with the strong and loud way she tended to play when she was releasing her anger or anxiety.

Daniel's annoyance was gone in an instant. He was looking at the ghost eagerly, excited to learn about his life from more than a century ago. "Really? And what was the battle like? Did the people from York fight well? How long did the battle last? Was that axe your weapon back in that battle? Have you been trained from childhood to be a fighter? Have you ever learned how to read? Did you have to row on the ship? Was it hard? Did it have a dragon's head on its nose?" he asked all in one breath, panting slightly at the end.

Then he looked at Lieselotte, at her violin case, and back at her. "Wow, you can play the violin? That's so cool! I always wanted to learn to play an instrument, but I never had the patience to do so." he said, chuckling slightly at the end. He knew he was behaving lie some over-excited little kid, but he couldn't help himself. He loved talking and he loved getting to know new people. And it was not every day one got to meet a 1200 year old viking. And he had always admired people who could play an instrument.

Lieselotte smiled back at the ghost's grin, laughing a litte. "Indeed I may! It'd be my pleasure to play you a piece sometime." Turning to the gryffindor she listened to him speak and felt a smirk work it's way onto her face when he mentioned he didn't have the patience to learn to play an instrument. She felt like she had been issued a challenged. Purring, she replied. "Oh really Daniel? Maybe it's just because you haven't found the right teacher yet... If you ever want to learn to play, just ask me, alright~?" She blinked in surprise. She'd never sounded so nice before and so foreign to her own ears. Clearing her throat she warded off a blush. "I mean.. It'd be my pleasure to teach you a piece if you desired to learn one...." She nodded, seeming to show thats what she meant, the curl in her hair bobbing along to her movements. She hadn't meant to come off so strong or creepy, but she just... She sighed inwardly and plastered another soft smile on her face. "Anyway, not to be straightforward or anything, but I think we should move out of the middle of the hall.. I'd rather not be caught in the middle of the road, so to speak." She added a little giggle onto the end of her sentence, and like on que, footsteps rang in the air faintly, only heard if you knew how to search for the little sounds like she did when playing or listening to music.

He blinked and stared at Lieselotte. Did she just...? It almost sounded like she purred. And that, combined with her words almost sounded...flirty? No, no way, that couldn't be. Why would she flirt with him of all people? Ridiculous. When she rephrased her offer, Daniel was absolutely sure that he had just imagined the purring and the strangely phrased sentence. "Thanks for the offer, although I doubt you or really, anyone, has the patience to teach me. I'm pretty sure I'm hopelessly tone-deaf."

Daniel tried to strain his ears and he was sure he could hear footsteps in the distance. Or was that just his paranoia? Whatever, it was best to listen to Lieselotte and get the hell away from there. Daniel raised an eyebrow at the ghost. "Erm, not to be rude or anything, but it's actually more common to have a solid body." he said, staring at him weirdly. What a strange man.

He followed Mathias and turned the corner as well. He was silently praying that they wouldn't get caught. He was the one who made all that noise that probably attracted whoever was on nightwatch. It would be his fault if Lieselotte got caught. And he wouldn't be able to forgive himself that.

Lieselotte has tsked to herself silently, almost rolling her eyes and crossing her arms towards his response towards her offer. She hadn't meant too, honestly, but music meant a lot to her. And it wouldn't hurt to test out teaching methods. The Jab against her patience? She knew he didn't mean it that way, but gosh darnit she was working on that. She had a lot of patience towards some things and others, well.. not so much.

Lieselotte Picked up her violin and shot the hallway behind them and exasperated look down the hall as Daniel and the ghost, Mathias, took off ahead of her. Turning, back to the way they were heading she sighed again, softly. A few brisk, long strides and a few attempts at silencing the click of her heeled boots later, she was matching Daniel's pace, wondering exactly where they were heading. She'd just have to place her trust in the ghost, and if any bad happened... Well, she knew how to defend herself. And she was light and agile, she could most definitely make it out of most situations by running. Though her strength was closer to 'cero' than anything. Well, that's why magic came in handy.

He followed the floating quickly floating ghost through the halls, trying to remember the path they had taken. Not that it would help him much, he had no idea where they had been before in the first place. Hopefully the ghost wouldn't lead them to some random dead-end and leave them there to be found by a teacher, prefect, or Filch. Daniel frowned slightly. No, the easy-going viking wouldn't do that. He was just being nice and saving them. No use in seeing higher motives when there weren't any.

Daniel looked around in the hallways, finding it to be eerily empty and silent. Or maybe that was just his imagination? He shook off the unwelcome feeling and smiled at the ghost sheepishly. "Yeah, I was trying to get back but I got lost, which actually rarely happens." He frowned slightly. " 'People like you'? Just because I like books, you shouldn't assume I don't like pranks. I just figured I wouldn't cause any trouble in a new school." Really, if that ghost called him a nerd indirectly one more time, he was going to find a way to punch him, ghosts being untouchable be damned. He glanced at Lieselotte and was tempted to smack himself in the face. Really, being a prankster and a rule-breaker, or even implying to be one, was not something you should discuss in front of aristocracy. Especially not in front of an aristocratic girl.

((Couldn't resist popping in :3))

Roderich understood that it was way past curfew, which was why hequickened his pace, walking along the dim corridor in search of the Gryffindor tower. After a while, he sighed. Really, he should have gotten used to the layout of Hogwarts by now and constantly getting lost was proving to be quite bothersome. The Austrian held some hope in the fact that he just might be cursed, that way there would be a way to lift the curse and get rid of this rather annoying habit of his. Perhaps he should request a map of the school from the headmaster...

His ears perked up, hearing voices up ahead. Who could it be at this time of night? Perhaps a prefect? A teacher? If that was the case, Roderich would have spun on his heel and ran. Who knew what sort of trouble he would get into if he was caught wandering late at night. However, just as he was about to turn and leave, the Austrian couldn't shake off the feeling that he had heard the voices from somewhere before. He turned back towards the corner. Should he risk it? If it was someone he knew, they might be able to help him. He made his decision and turned the corner, spotting a very familiar Dane along with two other figures he couldn't quite make out. "Good evening, Mathias."

Lieselotte met Daniel's glance coolly, wondering why he looked back at her for just a moment, raising a brow before she realized what he meant drawing a little huff from the lone female. Who cares if they were talking about pranks and rule breaking around her? It wasn't like it was truly any of her business. That is, unless it involved her or her cousin. Then, it was most definitely her business. She could probably handle chewing out, or better yet, physically smacking around someone better than her Cousin (Or at least, in her opinion it was that way). In the visible distance in front of her she spot the ghost halt and float in the same place and curious, along with paranoid, she slowed down again until the figure came into view. Her eyes sparkling a lighter shade of violet with joy, she shot past Daniel and almost flung herself in a rather unladylike manner at her cousin, but settled with Bringing him into a tight hug, standing, rather peeved, on the tip of her toes to place a kiss on his cheek, leaving the lightest of a smudge of lip gloss on his face.

Oh well, he'd get used to it eventually. Standing back rather firmly she glanced him over once again, making sure he was all fine and he wasn't hurt anywhere. Not necessarily a bad habit, but one that stuck.

Daniel bit his lips and sighed heavily. Great, now he was feeling guilty for overreacting. "I'm so-" Before he could complete his apology, he was interrupted by someone shooting past him and almost tackling the boy who appeared around the corner. He blinked and watched as Lieselotte wrapped herself around the 'Piano boy' and kissed his cheek. Was he her boyfriend or something? That would be a weird coincidence, considering how much they looked alike. Maybe they were relatives?

He tilted his head when the girl looked the newcomer over in an almost motherly fashion. Okay, so maybe they really were relatives. Or she was just a very overprotective girlfriend. He looked at the boy, wondering what she would do if she found injuries on him or even a hair out of place.

He blinked in recognition. He knew him, he was a Gryffindor too! They met a few days ago at the lake! "Hello, you're Roderich, right?"

Piano boy? Roderich's eyebrow twitched. Really, just what was it that compelled people to give him nicknames? But before the Austrian could open his mouth to give Mathias a good scolding, a figure shot pass the ghost and headed straight for him. It took him a moment to recognise her, and by then she had already wrapped her arms around him, pulling Roderich into a tight hug, her lips brushing against his cheeks. He instinctively hugged back, pulling away after a while just to get a good look at her. "Still as affectionate as ever, I see," he said jokingly.

A light pink dusted his cheeks as he turned towards the other two, having heard his name being called, noticing the way they were staring curiously at him and his cousin. He fixed his gaze on the figure standing beside the ghost, blinking in surprise as he recognised the younger boy. "That would be me. And you are Daniel, correct?" Roderich's attention switched to Mathias, the question repeating itself in his head. Was it really that obvious they were related?

Tilting her head a bit to the side, she gave the ghost a rather cool look, mostly unsure how to react to the question. "We are indeed related." She murmured, loud enough for them to hear, but not enough for her voice to carry very far. "We're cousins." Unlike Roderich, she could easily see how people could think that when they were standing near each other. They shared hair color, eye color, hobbies, loves, and their accents were rather similar (or at least, their accents were similar when they were used. But that was to be expected when they grew up in the same area.) They also both wore glasses and their prescriptions were almost identical. When she was small she always had a bad habit of stealing wearing Roderich's glasses, leaving the boy to wear her more feminine frames. Their statures were rather similar as well, except for the more noticeable differences like his more square frame and curves. Along with the accursed height difference, even when she was wearing heels.

Pouting, just a bit, up at her cousin she sighed, she muttered a rather soft "Not that affectionate." So what if she was? Boo hoo. She only was with Roderich. He was her only friend really, other than her butler and the manor's staff, and they rarely saw each other, even going to the same school and being cousins. Rather sad, but she was used to it.

He grinned at his fellow Gryffindor, happy that he wasn't the only one lost from his house. Going all the way back to the tower by himself would have been boring. "Yupp, correct!"

Oh, so they were cousins? That explained their similarities. Well, he could have realized that sooner. Their names were Lieselotte Edelstein and Roderich Edelstein after all. Edelstein didn't seem like a common name. It could have been common in Austria though. He grinned back at the ghost. "Yupp, that would be a real shame. So, you told us you knew which way we have to go to reach our common rooms..." He left the end of the sentence hanging, sure that Mathias would get his not so subtle hint. It's not that he didn't enjoy the adrenaline rush being in trouble gave him, but he had classes tomorrow and showing up in a half-dead state to Potions class equaled Daniel blowing things up, which equaled a not so happy Professor Kirkland.