The Roof - Thursday, early afternoon

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Annette was out on the roof, just gazing out over the school grounds, getting a bit of good, cold crisp air before her only class of the day. She was thinking about the homework that she was going to have to work on for the weekend, or if she worked hard enough, she could finish tomorrow, and have nothing to do Saturday or Sunday. Yeah, she liked the sound of that much better.

She was sipping a cup of hot chocolate, humming to herself.

(ooc: totally open)

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It was the roof. It was winter in Virginia. Therefore a feeling of a chill in the air was normal... right?

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Her brows knitted gently and Annette snuggled down further into her down winter's coat. Had the temperature just suddenly dropped?

Feeling the chill, she sipped more of her cocoa.

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It could've been a trick of the wind that made the tree branches dance and the shadows they cast dance along with them.

Only these shadows were moving with a purpose.

And they were moving towards Annette.

[notajar]

Door wanders up to the roof in the afternoon, bundled up against the cold but still wanting to get out of the building after sleeping in. Just not too far out because brrr.

"Hi!" she calls with a smile when she gets through the door and realizes she's not alone up there.

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The wind caught the branches of the tree off to her left, and the movement had her eyes turning in that direction. But it wasn't windy...

Annette narrowed her eyes, giving a slight shake of her head. There seemed to be movement, shadows. She was rooted to the very spot in which she stood as she watched their playing among the tree limbs. And why did they look like they were moving towards her?

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Annette lifted a hand in greeting, giving a little wave. "Hey!"

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The slow movement turned into a rush as the shadow, hungry and cold, raced towards her.

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Deep in the shadows came the awareness of this newcomer who brought with her warmth and therefore food.

A chill moved through the air as a shadow separated itself out from any known source and came towards her.

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"Good idea," Door says, pointing to the hot chocolate. She brought a thermos of coffee herself, and pulls it out of her coat. "I'm Door, by the way. I don't think we're in any classes together?"

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Her cup of cocoa dropped to the ground and she inhaled sharply, gasping as the shadows seemed to come completely alive and rush towards her.

But Annette didn't have a chance to turn and run, she couldn't seem to scream either, her voice was lost somewhere in her throat as she began to panic.

[notajar]

Oblivious to the movement, but not the cold, Door wraps her coat a bit more tightly around her and warms her fingers against her coffee-thermos.

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"It's helping keep my hands warm too." Annette smiled. "Nice to meet you, Door. I'm Annette Hargrove." She seemed to think for a moment. "I don't think we are either, but don't hold me to that; the cold seemes to be freezing my brain this morning."

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Steerpike made his way up to the roof and was moderately surprised to see Annette there. Still, there last meeting had been on her terms. It was time to have one where he was in control.

"Do you know," he said by way of greeting. "That this is where I first arrived in Fandom?"

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She turned at the sound of his voice, somewhat startled from her bit of daydreaming.

Arching a brow, she smiled slightly, "Is it?"

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The shadow itself was silent as it swept directly through her body, taking from her what energy that it could.

And then it was gone, as though it had never been there at all.

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The shadows crept closer. If someone could've watched them with Door - which they could not - they would see a hand reach out as though to caress Door's hair.

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Door laughs. "I'm in Music, Driving, and Magical Defence. And yes, it is a bit completely freezing, isn't it."

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The cold hit her first, a bone chilling awareness unlike anything she had ever felt. It seized her, and she cried out, swiping with her hands at the shadow around her.

...and then it was gone and Annette slumped to the ground, breathing heavily, feeling incredibly worn and exhausted, wondering what in the world that thing was.

[notajar]

Door shudders - reels a little even, or she would if she weren't sitting down -- at the wave of bitter cold. Now she looks around, because the wind didn't pick up, so where did that come from?

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Grinning, she shook her head. "Nope, we share no classes. I have Conflict Management, Home Ec, Spy Tech, and Tremble Foolish Mortals." She shrugged her shoulders a bit sheepishly. "Most of my classes I signed up for were for purely fun-like reasons."

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The shadow grew, wrapping itself around her like a python for what would've felt like a tight hug, if the shadow hadn't vanished as soon as it took what it could from her.

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"Mine too, really, except for the Magic one. I don't see myself driving very much at home."

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The slight reeling at the cold becomes an intense dizziness for a moment, and Door puts her hand to her head. The coffee thermos begins to slip out of the other one, and when she grabs for it, it fumbles to her lap as if it had slipped right through her hands, instead of between her fingers.

She sits still for a moment, wondering if there's something in the coffee, because she almost never gets ill on her own. Then she picks up the thermos, solid enough in her hands now, and takes her leave of the roof, because... perhaps bed could be an idea, yes.

[Just for the sake of reasonable reactions, Door left before Annette was attacked. Oh Common Room Time, How We Puzzle At You.]

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"And I don't see myself cooking and knitting," She laughed. "Home Ec is something else. I have to admit, I am not very good at it."

[notajar]

"I'm not a very good cook either," Door says with a nod. "I can do campfire things and managed to keep myself from starving at home, but if it can burn, fall, or explode on me, it will."