In a foul Mood (open){Syrtherian welcome}

[dreamvalley]

Baylee Thomas Wylee Littrell

Looking back on the things I have done… I was trying to be someone… Kept you in the dark… Let me show you the shape of my heart.

G.rey skies were falling in the forest. It was very misable day. Prefect for Baylee. He was in a foul mood. First term in Hogwarts wasn’t very good. To put off he was in the same house has his father. He hated his father. The reason why was his business and no-one else. His blonde mixed brown hair was beginning to get drenched from the rainfall which was pouring down now. Baylee grabbed some big stones which were thin along the edges which was prefect to skimmed across the water’s edge. His ice blue eyes were filled with anger and pain from his troubled pa*s. Squeezing his fist he punched a thick oak tree, has he thought in his head why my family! Why mum! Why leave me with dad! These answers wouldn’t get replied if he didn’t asked his father. But he wouldn’t see his father for long time yet, has he working long hours with ministry and he is at school. He just wished this his father would spend some time with him, instead with Potter. Potter he hated that man so much. He then threw some twigs in the distance and he heard some animals flying or running away from him.

R.

[/font]aindrop continue to drop down the forest floor. Baylee didn’t give a toss that he was now drenched. His grey jumper was now dark grey showing no dry patches. His white shirt was untidy and not stuck in, he basically didn’t care has he hated the house he was in. He rather being Hufflepuff than be in the same house has his father and Potter. The thought of him being brave, courage and friendly was getting to him. He thought of himself more sly, cunning, devilish. He honoured Dumbledore and even joined the DA in his memory, but it wasn’t because of his father and Potter were there. It was for him and nothing else. He had a keen interest in Dark Arts lot, even though he did dislike them. But if he was drawned to them and see the good in it he would follow it. He then could tortured his father like he did to him by punching him and his wife. These thoughts were beginning to great in his mind. He couldn’t wait to get his revage on him and the stinking boy named Potter. One thing Baylee wouldn’t do is turn on James, Lily or Albus, unless they did something to make him piss at them.

S.[/font]oon enough the rain stopped and Baylee quickly shook himself dry. Gosh I should have brought my robes now but he was in such a bad mood he needed to cool down. He finally sat down next a tree and began to write in his dairy.

Dear Dairy,
My first day is horrible. I have been placed into Grynffidor which was the same house has my father and Potter. I haven’t met anyone and now in the forest all alone. I already planning on destroying my father and Potter. I haven’t seen any Death Eaters or Orders yet, but I am sure they find me sooner or later. Anyway its getting dark here and I haven’t got much time to write.

With that he closed his scarlet book and placed under his arm and headed back towards the castle, seeing no-one was going to meet him.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

The name is :: Baylee Thomas Wylee Littrell
I have been snorted into :: Grynffidor
I am currently in my :: 6th Year
Has you can tell I am in :: Angry Mood
The thread is available for :: Everyone

[greenie]

I've found that just surviving was a noble fight

Why did English have to be such a hard language to learn? There were too many words that were spelled differently but sounded the same and too many words that were spelled the same, but sounded different. Understanding it wasn’t hard and he was pretty good at writing it. Speaking the English language was different though. He didn’t know how the English could do it. Kong put down the book and stood up. There was no reason to stay in the common room. He really needed some fresh air. The rain was a nice touch, too. He loved the rain.

His mind seemed to suddenly turn on during his trip down the stairs to the Entrance hall. His dad didn’t enter his mind and neither did Mulan. The person that entered his mind, for the millionth time since she left, was his mother. She was all the family that he had, but he didn’t know where she was. She disappeared after he was born. Just decided that she didn’t want to be married and she disappeared of the face of this planet. She was probably still in China. Kong wanted to find her, but he couldn’t return to China. He didn’t want to be stuck in that orphanage again. Looks like he won’t find her until he’s older, if he decided to return to China then.

As he walked outside, the rain stopped, but the smell remained. That smell, that wonderful smell… Kong smiled slightly and walked around, barely paying attention to where he was going. Thoughts of his mother made him mad and he wondered if he should even waste the time to find her. He was doing fine on his own, as good as can be expected anyways. Plus, he had Cammi. If she could convince her parents to allow him to stay during the summer, he’d have a roof over his head. That wasn’t likely to happen, though. What he had to do was find a job, but at thirteen, there weren’t many that would be willing to hire him.

When Kong bumped into someone, he reeled back and looked up at the blonde man. He was about three or four years older than he was. “I’m sorry,” he said in Chinese, then he grabbed out his notepad and pen and wrote the word in sloppy English and showed it to him. He really needed to learn to pay attention to where he was walking, but when he was thinking of something else, he couldn’t concentrate on his surroundings. Kong should continue walking, but he stayed where he was, hoping that the man didn’t give him a hard time for not paying attention.

I once believed in causes too, had my pointless point of view

Tag: Open
Lyrics: Angry Young Man by Billy Joel

[Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy]

Scorpius heard the rumours about Dannie being more than a spy for the DA. That she was trying to pull himself and Crew over to the side of the DA. He knew that he wouldn’t ever go. He figured that people would actually believe that since his younger brother was in the DA. He shook his head as he had to get out of the castle and go for a walk. He was amazed that his own personal reputation around the school wasn’t solid enough, that they actually seemed to believe he, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, of all people the Slytherin Gang Leader would release everything that he worked for, over some chick and the DA. He knew that he has done a lot of things, but he never as far as he knew, gave up anything or showed that he had weakness that he’d join the DA. He knew that Dannielle use to be from the DA. He also knew that she was still friends with the DA members and she did a*sociate with them. He knew of the lack of trust that came around the gang over her. He figured that must be where they doubt him. He knew that he had to put an end to that and quickly. He couldn’t have people actually thinking and believing that he’d leave his Gang for the d*mn DA. That was when it struck. The plan. The marvellous plan to prove to everyone that he was a Slytherin. The leader of the gang. That he was not going soft or falling under something, or into something with Dannielle Wood. He knew what he had to do, where he had to go, and what it would take. He had already set so many plans in motion now he knew how to tie them all together and who’d be his target.

He continued to walk away from the school, there was a fairly good place around the school that was always good for not only magic practice but a good place to go relax in. He started to think about the new founding news about his so called sister, which was no longer his sister. He wasn’t completely surprised to find out that Callista Malfoy was not his sister. He always picked it out since she didn’t look anything like the rest of the family. He had spoke to Tristan, a vampire friend who drank from her, when he found out that Callie wasn’t his real sister. Since his father was now dead and his father didn’t know anything anyway, he started a search for his mother. Meanwhile, he started to go through his parents things. He knew that that there was a child. And since, Callie was not his sister, it did explain a lot for him but he also wondered where and whatever happened to the real girl, his real sister. He decided that since he went in search of his mother that maybe he’d go in search of his real sister. He knew that with Callie not being his real sister, things could change, especially if it got out in the open.

He soon found himself at the forbidden forest. He had to smirk, as this year, he hasn’t found himself down here too often as compared the previous years. He knew that it was the scene of his crime. The place where he had committed murder the previous year. He had to admit that he did wonder if anyone in the school ever talked about him and that murder from last year. He replayed the murder in his mind as he walked down closer to the scene. A darkened smirk crossed his lips with a deadly glint moved across his eyes. He did have to admit that he did enjoy it and every murder thereafter. He knew those murders no one knew anything about unless they were in his head. He also knew that wasn’t possible. He glanced around when he thought he heard a few voices. He had his wand ready as he started to casually investigate, not that he really cared.

He noticed one person from Gryffindor and one from ravenclaw. He started to wonder what the hell they were doing all the way out here for. Being that he was a Slytherin, gang leader, and in question for everything he’d do what he’d normally do best. Crash the party, raise a little hell, have a little fun and then retire to the castle for the rest of the night. He spun his wand around before he pointed it at the ground, “Incendio.” He whispered faintly as he started it all on fire to light the place up. He looked at the other two with ease as he knew the shadows from the tree and the light from the fire would play nicely around his features as he made himself known to the others. “

[dreamvalley]

Baylee Thomas Wylee Littrell

I would join the Dark Arts and bring my father down

B.aylee watched the rain falling down. He was really pissed off, he wanted to meet anyone from Syrtherian has he wanted to talk to come decent people for a change. Looks like he wouldn’t get anyone to come to him. He torn some parchment and began to write an letter to his father which he was going to post later on today. He only wished that he die one day, simple drop dead, so he could be left alone. That would be prefect for him. Slowly began to think on some things to say.

Dear father,
I am simply writing to you today to tell you, this is the end. I wouldn’t be coming home this year. I am leaving and going back to the states. You can’t tell me what to do anymore has I am sick if you and just wish you drop dead, which would do the world a favour that’s for sure. I would be joining a secret organisation which you wouldn’t know and you can’t stop me. I hate you and just wish that one of the Death Eaters kill you while on your around.

Bye for good you son
Baylee.

S.lowly walking back to the castle with the peroius letter in his hand to give to his useless, father he felt something hitting him. Pointing his wand out, to defend himself he saw it was another student. He puff and shouted Stuipd gitt I nearly hex you! Baylee studied him has he was in Ravenclaw. Looking at the robes anyway, he brushed himself ground from the dust and derbry which was found on the floor. He could tell he wasn’t from here, even though he was in bad mood he wasn’t going to have go at the man. Afterall everyone make mistakes right? If he did again then Baylee would have no choice to pick on him then, has it basically taken the piss. His ears taught a weird language and he shook his head with shock and confusion poor kid can’t speak English He offered his hand in shake and spoke to him lot calmer tone than before your sorry been accepted, shake on it?

[/b] He asked, has he felt someone else in the forest and he hated being spied on.[/size]

G.reat fire came out of nowhere. Baylee thought of spell and soon water came out of his wand and put the fire out, he kept his wand closely getting ready for another if there was another one. He kept calm and didn’t know the Ravenclaw knew any spells. He panted has his wand was held out, has he shouted to the trees who is out there? He was determinted to find out come out and show youself! Baylee may be in Grynffidor but he hated it and wished he was in another house, but unfoundedly he wasn’t. He like to meet someone which could show him something more. Some dark arts would be useful to his eyes. But for now he simple have to find out who was in the forest with them and playing a stupid game ever. One thing Baylee wasn‘t going to is protect the Ravenclaw, he was stupid enough to come into the forest he have to find a way out for himself.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

Sorry for the wait, didn’t know people replied back

[Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy]

Scorpius smirked and chuckled to himself as he wasn’t really hiding. He was using the cover of the forest, yes, but he wasn’t hiding as this kid thought he was. He stepped out into the light slightly but allowed for the shadows to continue to cast over him. “What is a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor doing out in the forbidden forest all alone?” he questioned in a half mocking tone. He glanced around where the fire had been only to be put out by his water spell. He kept his eyes on Baylee. He could see that he could be talented and needed more watch right now than the other.

Being that he has had a bad week and it wasn’t about to get any better, he knew that a little fun out here could be amusing and help him to clear his mind to focus in on other things. “Do you normally come out here to protect the woods?” he questioned in a more sinister tone. He glanced to the ravenclaw, figuring that the man should either leave or just run away. He looked back to baylee. “Who are you?” he questioned.

He leaned against a tree carefully as he waited to see what the person was going to do first. He also had to admit that this was starting to get a little boring. He didn’t know how long he would wait for an answer either. “Introductions from you would be nice, any time now!” he stated as he glanced up for a second then back down to the two other students. He wasn’t going to give his until he was asked.