Above Ground: Graveyard

Out of the corner of his eye, Darius saw a figure, not to far away. He looked back at it and noticed Christine.

He turned back to Michelle and said, "Hey look! It's Christine!"

He called out, "Oi Christine!"

Christine looked up to finally notice the others. She smiled and waved as they approached her,

"Hi guys, what’s up?"

She asked casually to the two.

Michelle smiled slightly. "Nothin' really. Just planning on stalking, er, I mean observing Tav and Val, since they like to keep secrets," she giggled, and gently nudged Darius with her elbow.

Darius smiled. "Yeah, you're welcome to join of course." Darius nudged Michelle back.

Christine smiled,

"Really? I would love to join you... I'm free now anyway."

She then laughed at the way Michelle had said it.

"Well stalking... I mean observing should be fun... what are we looking for?"

Christine smiled and her brilliant blue eyes sparkled.

"Anything that they don't want us to find out." Darius said confidently.

((Hey how old is Christine?))

((Christine is technically 16, unless it's December during the time of this thread, lol.))

Michelle giggled at the returned nudge and nodded at Darius's answer as if in confirmation. "Or them themselves - we could listen in on what they're talking about!" she added with more than a little bit of mischief. She had eavesdropped on her parents enough times to deem that activity generally fun, especially when one didn't get caught!

Christine nodded; she had spied once or twice on a few people but never to actually find something out.

"It sounds fun."

She grinned beautifully at the other two.

((Different timeline, Go around us if you wish ^_^))

Rossa sat by the "graves" of her parents, even though her parents were barried back at there house, the grave yard gave a type of finality to it... and somewhere one could just go and talk to one in particlar...

It felt good to talk to ones parents, even if it was in your mind.

Rossa sighed...

She thought back to the meeting with the ghosts in the church aspe and there insults of her parents... she wondered if would make any differents to them that she had been adopted... then again they probably wouldn't believe her, not that she cared.

It just really irked her that three "pureblood" ghostly wizards could such bad manners.

But Demyan made her feel better from the talk in the common room though, the thought of making "Luci" Blow up put a smile on her face.

Malachite stared at the graves of Sevastyan and Viper before him with a solemn and pained gaze. Never would he have guessed that this would be the fate of the world and the purebloods. It was painfully ironic just what the present day was compared to the past. Maximus stared on as well, not with the same pained look as his father, yet he still retained enough respect to refrain from blurting out any comments and stay silent. It was only Lucifer eyed the two graves before him and his father and brother with disgust.

"Are you both through? I swear, daybreak will befall us soon if we don't move. Honestly, I don't see why you feel the need to gaze at the graves of two fools." he rolled his eyes in irritation.

"Fools? Is that what you call two people who sacrificed their lives for their children? In contrast to your method of shoving children in front of you, using them as a shield?"

Lucifer smirked, letting out a low laugh in reply as he reminsced of what became of his two children, the twins. "Precisely."

Rossa perked up from her parents graves as she heard muttering and voices from else where in the grave yard, getting up she moved towards them..

Her eyes widened when she saw the three ghosts by the Kaminki graves. "What are they doing here?" she wondered to her self. She was curious as to why they would be interested in those graves in paticular.

She caught sinpets of there conversation, and she could help but gasp at the action luci did, he used his own children to sheild himself. Disgusting.... almost made her want to reconsider being taught anything by them.

Then she realized she was eavsdropping and went to stand up and leave. It was just freaky.

((Different Timeline))

Darius went about the tombstones. He read of each of the names not really processing who they were or what they meant. He felt, well, nothing. They were just words after all. Most of these names were strangers to him. Some of the names he recognized but only because he'd heard them spoken. He never met any of them.

He went to his family's area and still the same feeling. Of emptiness when he saw their names. He didn't know them. He knew stories of them, but to be perfectly honest, they were nothing to him. He traced over the names with his fingers.

He wondered who they were and what they were like. He'd seen moving pictures of them but still, it was different actually seeing them.

He sighed, sat down on a bench and took out his flute. Then he started playing a tune.