The Castle and Grounds

Kiara returned his kiss, she did love him so very much, his gentle spirit and kind heart had won her over. Never had she ever been more sure about something inher entire life then her love or the man in front of her.

She nodded at what he said about Tav and Molly, oh she did hope that woman hadn't hurt Tav in any way... Abuse was something that was no stranger to her she would not wish it on anyone. Not to mention the thought of someone hurting Tav was to horrible think of.

"Feel better now then love?" she asked caressing his cheek.

"Aye...I do." he whispered. "And ta dinner I shall take the loveliest woman ever made." he gallantly bowed and offered her his arm. "With a proximity alarm charm aye..." he added.

Kiara simled, "Good" she blushed at his comment, them going out to dinner.

And she couldn't help but chuckle at his statement of the proximity alarm, Molly surely wouldn't follow them.... would she?

"So when shale we depart good sir?" she asked.

"Poste-haste, me ravishing aphrodite..." Ciaran winked, tucking an arm around her to apparent them to their next stop.

Helena walked around the grounds quietly and alone. Odd really considering she was always with either Nicolas or Diana. However, little did anyone know, she did enjoy a bit of self time and that's exactly what she was doing walking in the Grounds all alone.

Ana blinked as she noticed someone headed vaguely in her direction.

She remained in the shade of a large tree, a reference book open before her, a half-finished essay and quill in her hands.

Whoever it was, she was going to finish this essay.

=DIFFErenT timELINE=

Persephone was just walking in the grounds minding her own business.

Darien's head snapped round, eyes narrowing as he noticed the "pony".

Grinning, the wolf edged nearer, eye sparkling with amusement.

Time to play.

He howled loud enough for the horse to hear and began to slowly run towards it.

Persephone heard the wolf approach and without any further ado, sprinted away.

Delighted, Darien gave chase, hurtling across the grounds.

His pace quickened to keep up, and he decided, yes this was more fun than clinging to the whomping willow. Though less exhilirating.

Persephone decided to try and lose wolf-Darien and went in a zig-zag fashion.

Darien sped up, following her path exactly, only a few metres behind.

"You'll have to do better than that, pony!"

Stupid wolf mongrel. Persephone thought heatedly.


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Nicolas was headed to the grounds for some fresh air.

Darien sped up, attempting to herd the horse to the edge of the lake.

The rather rocky edge of the lake...

Suddenly, Persephone's footing slipped on a rock. And she stopped abruptly.

Darien skidded to a stop, but not fast enough. He crashed into the horse and rolled over, swearing as his hand (shock had caused him to change back to his human form) scratched across a rock.

Persephone was in pain.

"I AM GOING TO BLOODY KILL YOU, VAIGHT!" Nicolas came running behind them having seen everything.

"What?! It's not my goddam fault your horse can't stay upright!" Darien shouted back, glancing at his watch as he did so.

He turned and began to walk away.

Nicolas quickly checked if Persephone was alright before he turned to Darien.

"Stupify!"

Darien threw himself forwards and the spell missed him by inches.

"Protego." He muttered, retrieving his own wand. "Leave it pony-boy, I have places to be."

He wanted to go after Darien but Persephone needed him.

"Damn Vaights." Nicolas said dangerously.

Darien glared over his shoulder. "You'd better hurry, or you'll be late!"

"Yeah sure."

Nicolas glared. "I'll be late."

He then turned to Persephone and started healing her.

Darien gave a bark of mocking laughter, and began to run back towards the castle.

((Different timeline))

Darien lazily meandered across the grounds, glancing up sharply as an owl flew low overhead. Inconsiderate little...flying...thing, he thought as he flinched out of reflex.

His path lead him vaguely towards the stables, on a whim to visit Obsidian, that unicorn that seemed to sort of not despise him.