Falling into it {Open}

[Seth Lestrange]

The snow had just fallen in a desolute muggle park near the outskirts of London, buried deep on the east side of the city in the grey misty afternoon. The fog had just risen and things seemed brighter now, despite the fact that the air still seemed broken and divided, as if it were floating. The park was mainly composed of a large flat grass filled field, which was now all snow covered, there wasn't a blade in sight. The few trees that graced the area were leaveless and had bare branches on proud displays of twists and turns. There were several black benches resting in various turns in the small wlaking path that ran through the park. One of these benches was where Seth had taken up residence for the afternoon. School wasn't in, because it was still winter break, so things were dull and he had nothing better to do than to sit. The blandness of Hogwarts grounds had driven Seth to find a better resting place, which was where the park came into play. He had brought with him two joints and planned to spend the evening getting his daily intake of drugs.

Seth had was now laying on his back on the frost-covered bench, his chin towards the sky and his eyes wandering through the grey oblivion above. Between his fingers was a freshly lit joint, which quickly had the first pull taken off of it. Seth blew smoke above his head into the air watching it drift around before disappearing completely. This was the life. There was no one to bother him, not that he would have minded the company, but silence seemed nice at the moment. He closed his eyes as he took another drag, exhaling the smoke and taking in the 'fresh' London air.

[Accalia McKillen]

Accalia went walking through the park. Her brother was such an ass and she wanted so badly to throw him through a twenty-third story window, made of the old type of glass they used to use that the slightest touch cut you badly. That was how much she hated her brother. He was the hugest jerk. She had three main best friends and he's dated two of them. Well, dated one, who now hates him almost as much as she does, and one thats currently dating him. If he dated the third, that would be gross considering the third was her twin sister, Faith. She just wanted to get him murdered. Run over by a bus, or a cement truck. Something really painful. Yeah, people said that she shouldn't wish for things because they might happen or that she really didn't want it, but she did. She knew it. How much easier would it be without him? Very. Maybe she wouldn't have been so desperate to get a boyfriend that he wouldn't scare away that she wouldn't have dated Jonathan, her now ex whose in low security prison for doing something stupid, that she had a restraining order against for beating up on her. Yeah, all the bruises were very attractive and what did he say to her when he found out? That she was stupid. Nothing comforting or helpful. No, of course not. Even though it was his fucking fault anyway. She hated him so much she just wanted to break every bone in his body or do something else very painful and just sit and watch him suffer, like he seemed to do to her.

As she walked through the park she noticed it rather deserted. It was very cold outside so she knew why. Most people were at home in their houses keeping their children warm and dry. That was pointless. She sighed as she looked around. She noticed a snow ball fly past her and towards a guy laying on a bench smoking. She smirked when she saw it. She just watched for a few minutes. Clever. She shrugged and thought about it, what would piss off her brother but be good for her? She smirked again and walked over to the guy.

When she got closer noticed he was smoking more than a cigarette. SHe looked at him for a moment and tried to place his face. She'd seen him before. Oh yes, Knockturn Alley, the girl. She couldn't help but smirk even more when she placed the connection. Drugs again, she should have known. She laughed to herself before continuing the journey over to where he was laying down. She peered over at him but out of the way of smoke being blown in her face.

"So we meet again. Except this time your working on it rather than seeing you post-drugs with blood everywhere." she said with a smirk. Most people wouldn't know why she was joking about something like that, but that was the way she was. "So, mind if I join you?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer before sitting down on the ground beside the bench.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth had been letting his mind wander off, the world was still at a stand still and everything was dead silent. The silence was cutting into him like Gemini's knife had that day in Knockturn Alley. The reality of how fragile human life was had dawned on him that day, but it had yet to prevent him from whittling away at his own. Drugs were more a passion for Seth, and a sport, something he could easily be good at rather than killing himself with Quidditch. He had never played before he just usually watched. If he did ever play he usually lost miserably, and ended up getting hurt. He was completely oblivious to the happenings around him, he was just concentrating on the way he was feeling. He was waiting for the feeling to come so that he knew that he was in, that he had fallen and it would take hours for him to come back. It was a warm familiar feeling and he didn't feel a trace of it at the moment. There was still time though, he hadn't had that much. He could never have enough, but usually he only took the required amount. Puffing a cloud of smoke over his head he watched as it slowly disappeared into the murky grey London sky. He had never really looked at the sky much, but as he smoked it seemed to start to bare down on him as if to press him against the bench. It seemed to be pinning him down so that he couldn't escape. He nearly jumped when he heard the voice of another close by, veyr close.

Seth turned his head towards the girl that he supposed was a stranger, although her voice did sound very familiar. He wasn't so far gone yet that he didn't recognize her. He took another drag from his joint blowing smoke in the direction oppposite her, as he listened to what she had to say. It sunk in rather fast for his current state, he grinned slowly at her joke. "I decided that I'd skip the blood this time." Seth replied pulling back a sleeve with a free hand he showed Accalia the freshly scarred wounds on his wrist. This was the girl that had helped him and Gemini, mostly Gemini in Knockturn Alley that day not long ago. He gave smirked at her when she asked to join him, from what he had seen that day she didn't seem like a major druggie. But it never hurt to have company or let someone else join in the party. "Not at all." Seth replied. "Smoke?" He asked holding the joint in Accalia's general direction. It wasn't really a smoke, it was more of a hit, but who was taking tabs on it?

[Accalia McKillen]

"I decided that I'd skip the blood this time."

Accalia just smirked. "Good idea. Blood's a bit messy." she said simply, almost in monotone. It was entertaining to listen to others as sarcastic as herself. She usually didn't meet that many people who were, so it was cool when she did. It was something in common none the less. That was cool, in theory anyway. SHe still hadn't figured out yet whether it was better to be with someone you had a lot in common with or were the total opposite of. Since being with someone you had a lot in common with you knew their interests, though you kind of knew what they liked, but then if you were with someone that you were opposites of, then there was more to talk about, what they liked and what you liked, but then you might not agree. Life was so confusing. So were people. It was all so stupid.

"Not at all."

"Good." she replied with a smile. She was glad to be with someone who was not in her immediate family. She was sick of her family. She got along great with her twin sister, Faith, but other than that, she was pretty much enemies with everyone else at the moment. Daman, her stupid older brother was a jackass, Tatelyn, her annoying older sister was a pain in the ass, Emily, her mother, was just a lying bitch as usual, and that was probably it. She didn't really have a problem with her uncle, he seemed cool and her cousin Danielle was cool too, except she was kinda freaky about knowing like everything. And then of course, Em, her neice, was just adorable. Okay, so maybe she was only pissed at half of them, still, it was too many.

"Smoke?"

Accalia stared at him for a moment, then at the joint that he was holding out in her direction. She shifted her vision back and forth between the two for a few moment, unsure of what to do about this situation, but then thought about everything that'd happened to her recently and nodded. She took the joint awkwardly in her hands. She had never actually held one before. She was far from "the good girl," but she had still never really done drugs, other than pills, but no one knew that. She held it weakly before bringing it to her lips and inhaling. It felt very tingly in her throat. IT kind of burned, but she recognized it from the time she'd tried cigarettes before. It actually tasted really disgusting to her, but she didn't say anything and tried not to make it noticeable. She exhaled into the air and watched as she saw the smoke escape her lips before her. She looked at the joint for a moment before repeating the action as before. It wasn't any better this time, but it felt like something rebellious, something no one would normally expect her to do, and that, was a great feeling.

"Thanks." she replied to him before holding the joint out for him again. It was so weird afterward. She had never actually thought of herself as someone who would do drugs or anything like that, though, she never pictured herself with a pill addiction before now but that didnt' stop her from having it now. It was unexpected, but seemed right, at the moment anyway.

[Seth Lestrange]

[You're making me look bad with all these big posts xD]

Seth laughed outloud at Accalia's remark about blood, he knew that it was too true. When he had cut himself he could remember seeing red blanketing the snow around him and everything else. It seemed like the blood would never stop flowing from the wound too. He could understand now why Gemini had been so easily injured near death with the bad habit. Seth wasn't about to be the one to come between her and it though. He wouldn't take the chance because he knew that it meant as much to her as drugs did to him. He wouldn't be able to survive if he wasn't able to get high. Or so it seemed to Seth at the current moment in time. Things became blurry as his head begun to swim and than as if someone had turned off a switch in his mind things came back to focus again. Seth blinked several times, not knowing what happened and pass it off as some odd happening.

He turned towards Accalia again having turned away for just a moment. She seemed content that he had let her in on his party, if it could be called that. He didn't think that it could be called anything else. It really wasn't a party though, it was more of a coincidence. What were the odds that he would see her again soon, and out here in a muggle park? It would have made more sense if he had seen her at school. He thought about this for a moment, before passing it off entirely. Some things were just not worth the time it took to think them through. She was here now and he might as well make the most of company while he had it. Seth blinked this time when he looked down it was because he had felt Accalia take the joint from beneath his fingers. He smirked and laughed as he watched her take a hit very awkwardly. It was always funny to watch someone who was smoking for the first time. They all always seemed to have the same reaction, they either loved it or hated it. The taste was nothing to call to home about, but the feeling afterwards was better than anything in the world.

Seth arched a brow at Accalia when she handed him the joint back. He smirked at her again, before asking the obvious quesiton that had been forming in his mind. "How do you feel?" He suppressed a laugh as he took another hit himself, blowing the smoke slowly through his nose and examining the joint between his fingers. He peered over at her again abandoning the examination that he had been performing.

[Accalia McKillen]

(( ;D I shall take that as a compliment))

Accalia let the feeling sink in. It was really awkward sitting there, in this muggle park, surrounded by snow, after just having a huge fight with her older brother, though all their fights were huge. She was only fifteen, but didnt' act it. She always got into clubs with a fake I.D., but figured it was most likely the mini-skirts and low cut shirts that got her in, the fact that she might look older. It would suck when she ran across a gay guard, then, dropping something and bending over to show off her ass wouldn't work very well.

She thought about it, looking around, avoiding any sign of sunshine. She had never been one who thought much of drugs. If anything she disapproved, but really didn't care. She was huge on alcohol though. It didn't matter what. Yeah, she liked to go out and party and drink and what not, but that wasn't the end of it. Sometimes she would sit in her room, in the dark, on the other side of her bed, staring out her window and drinking a bottle of vodka. Whenever her friends knew she was gonna do it, they'd call her on her cell in the late evening because she was hilarious on the phone when drunk. They liked to ask her questions to hear the answers. She wasn't the type of person to drink just to get drunk. She liked to get wasted, though didn't usually do it when she was out. When she was at home, sure, she wouldnt' have to worry about what would happen or where she'd end up. Her transportation was the window and there was no way she could climb out of her window wasted. She'd most likely fall off the ledge or while climbing down the ivy and kill herself smacking her head on the ground. Maybe not though, only if she was lucky.

"How do you feel?"

Accalia snapped out of her random thought process when she heard the guy speak again. The guy...she forgot that she had told him her name, but he had never told her his. It felt like an awkward time to ask though. She might as well just stay on his topic, not that big of a deal...she wouldn't be able to stay on one topic for a long period of time anyway. She let it process what he had asked. How did she feel? She wasn't exactly sure how she felt. She had heard that if you did drugs for a long time it took more to get high, but your first couple times it came up rather quickly. She wasn't sure or not though, she wasn't exactly thinking straight, her mind kept wandering to other things.

"Odd." she finally replied. She lifted her head up, but noticing a ray of sunshine in the gray sky, she looked down again. She hated the sun. She liked the darkness, the night time. It was so much better. She wished that all the time was night time. She really liked rain too. Her favorite elements were rain and fire. THe thing about it was that she liked rain for her, to sit in or run in or play in or whatever, whereas fire, she imagined many people she hated, including her brother, dying a painful death in a fire and wished she could throw it at people. At school in her second year she lit a tapestry in the second floor corridor on fire. She had hidden to watch the proceedings and enjoyed it immensely(sp?). She had a major attraction to disaster. Fire caused much disaster and that was good. She liked it.

"So..." she started to say, deciding that all times around this time would be odd times. "Are you going to tell me your name?" she asked curiously. She found it very odd when she looked at him or thought about who she was with and only came up with "some guy." It was a bit awkward. He knew her name...that was if he actually remembered it, but she didn't know his and that bothered her. She was one of those people who needed to know things, yes. She'd always been like that. She didn't care though. People could live with it or present it as a problem. Neither bothered her.

[Seth Lestrange]

[You might as well >.>]

Seth was still studying Accalia, she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts he grinned. He knew that this might or might not have been an effect of the drugs. When she had first arrived she looked like she had been thinking. Not many witches or wizards would wander into a muggle park unless they had something on their mind. The only reason why Seth came here was to get high and smoke. It was a place of absolute calm and quiet. The only thing that threatened him here were the muggle cops, but they could easily be taken care of with a flick of his wand. He took another drag from his joint, pressing it between his lips before exhaling another puff of smoke. He seemed to forget the burning sensation in the back of his throat after a while, now it was only a small background annoyance. But it wasn't really annoying him, he liked pain to a certain degree and this was just the right type of it.

His eyes had now drifted to the side, he was staring at the back of bench and than the sky, the Earth beneath had taken a sudden lurch upwards before settling back down to normal. It was now that he truly became aware of the spinning axsis of the world underneath him. He could feel the world revolving underneath his very feet. It was a strange feeling, one that he got occasionally when he got high. Today it felt like bliss to him. All the things that had been bothering him earlier now seemed to have gone away. There was only the grey sky baring down upon him, and the revolutions of the world moving beneath his bench. And than of course there was the near complete stranger sitting beside his bench. When Accalia's response came, Seth abandoned all thoughts that had been dwelling in his state of feeling. He laughed outloud at her remark. He had forgotten how it had felt at first, the only thing that he really remembered was that it had felt good. He was going to ask her if it was a 'good odd' but she started her next sentence, and the thought completely disappeared, evaporating into the air like the smoke from the joint held between his fingers. Seth took another drag, seeing that it was nearly spent.

"Seth." Seth replied in answer to her question, but he had had to pause and consider it a minute. He shakily drew the hand with the joint near the side of the bench and burned it out by pressing it against the frosty surface. He threw the white stub into the snow, and shifted on the bench so that he could see the passing clouds better. "You're ... Acca.. Accalia?" Seth asked, deciding to confirm to see if he had gotten her name right. He had trouble remembering names sometimes. But her name was different, he hadn't ever heard it before, which was one of the reasons why it had stuck so well. He looked over at her and raised a brow to see if he had gotten remotely close to remembering her name.

As he waited for response he felt the need to keep on smoking, but he didn't want to take out another joint. He was already high, he figured that he could settle on just a cigerette. He searched his pockets with a spare hand for a pack. He always kept a pack for occasions like these, it already took enough weed for him to get high, he didnt want to build up a very large resistance to the substance. Tabacco always helped kick his craving for more. He wasn't addicted to cigerettes, it was just a simple way for him to go about smoking without having to get high. If that made any sense. Withdrawing a pack, Seth knocked one out and held it out to Accalia to see if she wanted one. "Want one?" He asked her. He had already given her pot, but since he was going to smoke he decided to offer her one more thing.

[Accalia McKillen]

She just sat and thought. She was very aware of all of the physical feelings around her. The coldness of the snow beneath her and the chill in the air around her. She kept her head down to avoid the sun more. She started to feel slightly numb, though she wasn't entirely sure if that was the drugs or just the coldness around her, maybe both. She looked over at Seth who just seemed...what was the word for it? Content, she supposed. THen again, he'd been high before so he was probably majorly used to it, whereas, she was not. She just sat there awkwardly. So many things were flashing through her mind at different speeds. She was normally thinking about many things at once, but this seemed to enhance the fact that she was practically living inside her head at the moment.

"Seth. You're ... Acca.. Accalia?"

Accalia nodded, but then put her hands to her head. Her head felt so odd moving. She tried to move it again, but stopped instantly. What an awkward feeling. Not necessarily a bad awkward, a rather good awkward, just...awkward. She wasn't sure exactly how to react to it. She had almost forgotten that Seth had been speaking so she looked back over at him. "Yes." she replied a little more quickly than she'd noticed. Things seemed to be going at multiple speeds. She couldn't seriously believe that anything could really be effecting her after only two hits...if they were even called hits with real drugs...that just showed how little she knew about drugs. She seemed innocent now that she thought about it. With that thought she couldn't help but smile. Accalia McKillen, innocent. Hell, that word was barely even in her vocabulary. Maybe drug innocent, but not innocent at all. She heard all the rumors about her going around school that she was a slut. It was only really half true. Sure she had been with guys...quite a few guys, but a lot of the people starting the stupid rumors had done more than she had and the stupid guy who started one of them she had never even talked to other than to deny him of a date with her once. People were so low when they got older.

"Want one?"

She looked up at Seth when she heard him ask her a question. She saw a cigarette stuck out at her. She stared at it for a moment, contemplating again. She had already done pot today now, but why did she care? What was one more thing? She drank her problems away last night, sitting in her dark room while she told her sister she was going to Katie's house. Katie covered for her of course and so did Faith, so she locked her door and sat in her room drinking until she couldn't feel anything and until she passed out. She took her usual pills this morning when her mom was stressing her out because she wouldn't get out of the damn hallway so Accalia could leave and then almost, but didn't, slam her hand into a brick wall so she could cause even more pain, but decided against it. What more could possibly happen?

"Sure." she replied and took the cigarette. These she'd done at least once or twice before so it wouldn't be so awkward to her, but the way she was feeling was probably awkward enough that she didn't need what it caused to be any more of it. She held it between her index and middle fingers. She continued to stare at it, noticing that it wasn't lit. Things were processing in her mind in such a weird way today, well, right now that she didn't even think about lighting it for a little bit longer. She didn't have a lighter. She was disappointed for a moment before realizing that Seth probably had one since he had been the one who offered it for her. She looked at him as though expecting him to read her mind since she wasn't really able to come up with the words to actually ask him.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth had already been feeling numb, but it was drug induced, because the cold temperatures of the day barely even bothered him. He was bundled up in a heavy coat and a scarf, all muggle made so that he could better blend in with his surroundings. He didn't want to stick out today, not that he ever wanted to stick out. He looked down when Accalia's reply about the cigerette finally came, he let her take the one that he had knocked out of the packet for her. Seth than tapped the pack on the bench knocking another one out for himself with shaky hands. He returned the package to his pocket and than produced a cheap red plastic lighter. It was the kind that you got at the muggle drugstores, the real cheap ones. He had a tendency to lose things a lot so he never wasted his money on anything to fancy. He layed there a moment the cigerette between his lips and the lighter in his hands, he seemed to be stuck in some thought provoking state of mind. Consumed in it, so much so that he didn't realize that he was in the middle of something. For a few minutes he sat like that, until his thumb slipped over the cheap glossy surface of the lighter. He remembered what he had been doing. Seth slide his thumb over the metal ignitor on the lighter and looked down at Accalia. Her cigerette wasn't lit yet, so he held the already lit lighter out in front of her. He was careful not to put it to close to her, if anything she would have to lean in to light her cigerette.

A cold breeze swept through the park lifting up his black hair before letting it drop messily into his face. Seth barely noticed, he didn't even shiver, he was to numb for that. He felt a little warm which caused his free hand to pull at the scarf wrapped around his neck. As if almost by command it loosened a little, falling over more to Seth's left side where the back of the bench towered over him. It hadn't occured to him yet that he had lit his cigerette and that it was still stuffed conveniantly into the side of his mouth. His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, which was confirmed by the present glossy look in his eyes.

A few more minutes passed before he realizied that Accalia might not notice that he was holding the lighter in front of her already lit unless he said something. "Light?" Seth asked, looking over to the lighter that had been lit several minutes ago. Seeing that the flame had already gone out, he decided not to light it again and let Accalia do it herself. He had forgotten the chill in the air and the snow that was laying around them in layers. It have only been because he felt like he was sweating.

[Accalia McKillen]

Accalia stared at the cigarette between her fingers. She probably looked like the hugest idiot sitting with someone who most obviously smoked a lot and she had no idea about practically any drugs or anything of that sort. It was all so awkward, especially now. She wasn't exactly sure how she was supposed to act, or how she would act. It was really odd. She just wanted to have all the answers pop into her head, though she knew that that would never happen. It was all very...confusing. She was probably mixing up words, as usual, but even worse. She was getting very confused by all the different things popping into her mind. She knew that this happened constantly, but she wasn't as aware normally as she was now. Nor was she really thinking straight at the moment so it didn't really matter anyway.

"Light?"

After a few minutes, she heard Seth speak once again. She tore her eyes away from the cigarette and looked at him. She had forgotten, again, that her cigarette was not lit. She wasn't actually sure if she wanted to smoke or not. Though it wasn't really about wanting to, it was about needing to. She stared at the lighter for a moment that wasn't lit before taking it from his hands. She put the cigarette in her mouth and started trying to light the lighter. She would've normally been able to do it instantly, but right now her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, like she had no control over them. After a few tries she finally managed to light it. She hurried to light the cigarette before she dropped the lighter or something stupid like that, though she wouldn't put it past herself. She handed the lighter back to Seth and inhaled. It wasn't quite the same feeling as the last time she'd had one, though that time she had been completely sober and not into any kind of drugs whatsoever. It still burnt her throat, but she could live with that. She took the cigarette out of her mouth again and held it in between her index and middle finger, exhaling as she did so. She repeated the action a few times before looking back at Seth.

"So, do you sit in muggle parks getting high often?" she asked curiously. To her, it sounded as if she said it normally, but to anyone else it sounded very slow and all the words were spaced out weirdly. She wasn't really paying close enough attention to notice, though she doubted she'd notice at all. She was looking around the park. Colors seemed to jump out at her which was a bit odd and interesting to watch. She was sitting still yet everything around her seemed to be moving at different speeds and in different directions. It was actually quite interesting. She just stared as the colors and objects jumped around all over the place rather slowly, but still, going around everywhere. It was weird to watch, but took up all of her attention.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth watched Accalia closely a few minutes and laughed outloud, it was always fun watching someone get high for the first time. They always looked so dumbfounded and confused. He was unaware that he went on laughing for a little longer before he stopped altogether and grew quiet again. He forgot why he was laughing after a little while and went back to busying himself with the lighter. When Accalia finally took it, he let his hand dangle above her for some time until she returned the lighter to him. His cigerette still wasn't lit, and he kept on forgetting about it. He watched Accalia fumble with the lighter, it looked almost as if she were playing with it. This drove Seth into another short bout of laughter. It didn't last long because once he felt Accalia place the lighter in his hand Seth focused on bringing it up and lighting his own cigerette. He nearly forgot what he was laughing about before.

Seth drew the lighter towards his cigerette with one hand shielding the wind from exinguishing the flame. He flicked the metal wheel on it twice before it finally caught and than lit his cigerette up. He replaced the lighter into his pocket, jamming it in deep to make sure that it stayed there and didn't fall out. He lost a lot of lighters that way. This had to be his seventh lighter that month, because he was always misplacing the damn things. Seth usually lost a lighter when he was in the middle of getting high or afterwards when he had had to much. It got him thinking a little while, so much that he drifted off into a daze that was short lived because his cigerette had started to produce a large amount of ash at the end. Seth lifted it from between his lips and flicked the excess amount of ash off between the back bars of the bench. He replaced the cigerette in his mouth and took the first puff of it.

Exhaling smoke slowly into the air before watching it linger, Seth looked back down at Accalia to see how she was holding up. She seemed to know what she was doing when it came to smoking, which means that he hadn't corrupted her there. Her next question came on slowly, and Seth was able to tell that she couldn't realize the tone that she was speaking in. He was able to surpress a slow laugh that had come on with her question before answering it. "All the time, it's the best place to do it." Seth replied with a grin, it took time for his grin to show though because he seemed a bit delayed on his response. Seth took another drag on his cigerette again, exhaling several puffs of smoke rapidly before going in for another pull. "Why did you come here today?" Seth asked, curiousity lingering in his voice lost within the depths of a drug induced calmness. He knew that wizards and witches went to muggle parks for several reasons, because mostly it wasn't on a thing to do on anyone's agenda. They either came to get high like Seth was doing, or to walk off something that was on the their mind. Accalia looked like she had been doing the later because she obviously hadn't come to get high. Seth was sure that he had just been a conveniant stopover in her escape from reality.

[Accalia McKillen]

"All the time, it's the best place to do it."

"I suppose..." she commented, more to herself than to Seth. She guessed that not many people came searching around muggle parks, though those stupid police people seemed to show up at the most inopportune times, like when she was being hit, of course. She wasn't sure how to deal with that, though, Jonathan, being Mister Expert or whatever at lying and decieving, came up with some stupid story. She couldn't remember what it was now, but she knew that those stupid muggles didn't help her situation in the least. Once they left he was even more angry, which wasn't fun for her at all. She hated her past...her memories. She wished that she could forget things. Forget how she felt when her parents "died," how she felt when her mom showed back up and said that they had really just ditched the family, how it felt when her brother came home, drunk and pissed, how it felt when her boyfriend came over drunk and pissed, when Jonathan was ever there. She didn't think she'd ever had any more bruises than when she with him. Of course, he was good about doing it when people weren't around, and she was good about hiding it. She had some stupid alibis. Her older siblings thought that she was just doing a bunch of athletic stuff, ha, they were stupid to believe that, and her friends thought they were just getting to into sex or whatever. That was more easily believed for her. Everyone thought she was a whore anyway. Only her friends and the stupid gossip queens knew what actually happened, but most people didn't want to believe it anyway.

"Why did you come here today?"

Boy was that a loaded question. The truth would most likely be the most complicated answer. Things like that were hard for her to explain, and probably a bit odd to hear from a complete stranger. Well, generally. What could she really say? Was he even paying attention enough? It was awkward, yes, but what were the chances she'd really see him again? Though, what were the chances that she'd wander into a muggle park, upset and confused and find him of all people. Then, of course, sit there with him, smoking and getting high and whatnot, that she'd never done before and just be one of the weirdest days of her life. She just watched him for a little while, wondering what on earth to say. Lies were stupid, though they seemed to find a way to run her life...and ruin it. Either way, it sucked. "Just to get away..." she finally replied. What more was there to say? A lot...yes, but who wanted to hear her sob story? That would be lame...She figured that would do...for now anyway.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth noted slowly how her change in mood after his reply seemed to come quickly, she appeared to be thinking about something. He was to high to be able to control his own thoughts and to really stop and think about what he was doing, so it didn't surprise him when another question poured from his mouth into the frosty air before him. "What were you thinking about?" Seth asked, the words slurring some getting lost beneath the heavy coating of a British accent that didn't seem to be at all proper. He didn't look curious at all, it had just been a question innocently asked. He seemed to know what was going on, it was as if he had been aware all along why Accalia had come here, but he hadn't realized it until now. It hadn't occured to him until he heard the tone that she had taken with her last reply. Seth hadn't even stopped to question why she had taken the joint from him and taken the opportunity to get high, she definitely didn't seem like the type. But than he knew that it was hard to fit anyone who got high into a type, unless they were a major junkie. Seth figured that he fell into the last category, he didn't mind it much. He couldn't help himself when it came to weed. The chance and the opportunity to do it was just to powerful for him to resist or even attempt to push away. He needed to do it. There was no question about it. Taking another drag on his cigarette he raised a brow at Accalia questioningly, restating his question in one look. He wasn't pushing her to respond it was just a small nudge prompting her. He didn't have much interest in other people's business, but she looked a little lost. It might have just been the weed, but he knew that sometimes pouring your heart out to a complete stranger had it's benefits for the state of one's sanity. He had done it a couple of times before. He had been high all those times no doubt.

Just to get away, her response absorbed into Seth liek water into a sponge, his question now seemed more valid than ever. He knew that no one ever went to a muggle park just to get away. It was unheard of. Most people despised muggles, but there were a few he knew who liked them. He didn't have much of an opinion at the moment, it was lost in the weed-induced daze that he was caught in. He was really too far gone right now to care. He grinned stupidly, it was one of those 'I told you so' looks the kind that you got all the time whenever you did something really stupid and obvious. Exhaling a small puff of smoke hot from the heat of his breath he watched it mingle contently with the cold air in front of his face before fading completely.

[Accalia McKillen]

"What were you thinking about?"

"Stuff." she replied almost instantly, but the word seemed to fade away as though she had never seen it. She wasn't one to sit and complain to people. People always seemed to do that to her. Sure, she vented to her sister a lot, and to her best friend, but other than that, she was generally pretty good about hiding her problems. Until of course, the bottle got too full and exploded. THat was never good, and it certainly felt like that was going to happen some time soon. She sighed and looked over at Seth. He seemed to be expecting some indepth answer, though she doubted he would be able to actually comprehend it high. She could barely think about it and he was way worse than her. She just stared at him for a few moments. She sighed. She doubted he would remember anyway, so she might as well just spill. Then she'd feel better.

"I was thinking about my brother. We don't get along." she replied, very slowly. She wasn't aware of how slowly she was talking, but it was better than talking quickly. No one could undersand her then. "We get into hourly fights and the one this morning was huge." she said, again, slowly. She could just keep going on and on before she caught herself. "He thinks I'm a whore and basically told me to stay locked in my room when he's home with friends because they try to hit on me and he thinks that its fucked up for me to date his friends yet one of my best friends is his ex and the other one is his current so he's a fucking hypocrite." she added before sticking the cigarette into her mouth once again and inhaling. She removed it and exhaled while flicking the ashes off the end of it before continuing. "He tries to run off every guy that I talk to, including just my friends and he thinks that if he ever leaves me alone in my room for just one night I'll be sneaking in a bunch of guys to have sex with all night long." she replied with a hint of disgust. She was thinking about her brother now and wanted to punch someone's face in. Different things that he caused flashed through her mind. She wanted to hit something. She stuck the cigarette back in her mouth once again and breathed deeply, practically choking. She took it out and coughed, trying to regain her breath. Once she did, she just repeated the first action, but with success this time.

[Seth Lestrange]

Seth wasn't at all surprised when Accalia begun to spill her story to him. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she had started to talk about it, drugs were like that. They all had a way to make a person feel so good about themselves that they couldn't help but share all their problems, unless they had already forgotten about them. At least that was Seth's theory. Most of the time getting high made him forget, because he was able to get lost into the feeling of it, but he knew that it was different for everyone. The cigarette smoke seemed to grow stale in his mouth, as Accalia told him her story. He seemed to recognize her now a little, he had meet her once before, yes, but he had also heard rumors about her. Seth had never gossiped a word in his life, he barely even talked to stranegrs that he didn't know. But somehow rumors and things like that always got around and they seemed to reach everyone whether or not that specific wanted to hear it. Seth chewed on the end of his cigarette after taking a final drag, it was burning low already and it had barely been five minutes since he had lit it. The end of the cigarette tasted bitter on his tongue as he pushed to the side of his mouth. His hands had found their place underneath his head as his dark brown eyes rested on Accalia laying next to him. Her story now was something of an interest to him, he felt like giivng out advice today even though he knew that he would be useless in matters like these. He never really knew much on the topic of .... anything that Accalia was talking about. He had had it bad sure, but he didn't have to deal with an overprotective sibling. He was miserable, but only in his own realm of ideas and things that had happened to him in the past, that was what had caused it all. Misery was another thing, it was different from being angry and being upset. Accalia seemed to be angry with her brother. That was something that could possibly fade if her brother played his cards right. Seth didn't have much experiance in the area of anger, he had been anger several times in his life and it had stuck, but after that he had let the feeling go. It had faded into the background nad he had practically forgotten all about it.

Seth removed the cigarette from his mouth and tapped the excess ash from the end of it onto the side of the park bench watching from the side of his mouth as it fell neatly to the snowy white ground. He ran a hand through his hair and replaced the chewed on stub that was now his cigarette back into the side of his mouth. It hung limply as he appeared to be deep in thought for a moment. Accalia had spoken slowly and to Seth it had been almost comical, because he heard what she said a lot faster than she porribly did right now. He had learned to catch on quickly to things going on around him when he was high. It always helped when hiding it. His reactions were delayed, but not when he was working on them to put on an act of being sober for others. Than they were only delayed by a small bit only a little longer than usual. "He sounds overprotective." Seth observed, noting that Accalia was in some sort of a rage now and just not angry at her brother. He chewed thoughtfully on the end of his cigarette, as if considering the options that Accalia had to help her with her situation. He felt compelled to add more to his last statement but he didn't know what else to say. He never spoke much, he usually was able to get his point across in one or two words.