Metamorphoses

OOC: k

BIC: he went to te mess hall as well, sitting with his house and eating dinner. He couldn't help but think he had ruined it, but either way, he always took a night walk, he just loved te countryside

Morgana went to the Hall to have dinner. She didn't eat much, but talked animatedly with the other ones of her house, even though she thought about Estobano and his dashing good looks from time to time.

Dinner contiued for a while, but Estonian had left to walk around, thinking about Spain and how he would return at the end of the schoolyesr

Morgana finished her dinner, put her cloak on and the hoodie over her head in order not to be recognized, and went out, her footsteps leading her into the forbidden forest.
She entered the forest, the trees towering menacingly over her, but she knew the forest and crept deeper inside it.

Estoban noticed someone entering the forest and followed, holding his wand out in case he needed to defend himself. He was curious who this person was and what they were doing, as the forest was named forbidden for a reason

Morgana climbed on a tree in order to escape the werewolves and giant spiders that so often hunted at that hour, and moved from branch to branch supplely.

He lost her trail at the tree, looking around to also discover he was lost. Cursing silently, he knew he had to find a way out. "North...where the hell is north?" He whispered to himself

Morgana suddenly saw a young figure at the base of her tree. Who was it following her?
She pointed her wand on him. "Levicorpus!" she whispered and immediately, the person was carried into the air and up to her. "Who are you and why are you following me?" she coolly asked, her face masked by her hoodie.

He exclaimed in Spanish, the shadows hiding his features while his wand dropped to the forest floor. "Whoa! Whoa!! Whoa!" He exclaimed, easing his hands defensibly. "Estoban, house of grifyndor" he said calmly

"You again?" she asked.

Morgana couldn't believe it. With a flick of her wand she made him sit on the branch next to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Wait, me again? Who are you?" He asked, not looking down. He was afraid if heights, and with no wand the figure could simply push him off

Without a word, Morgana pushed her hood back, allowing her dark hair to flow over her shoulders.

He paused, now actually wanting to jump rather to save himself from any humiliation of insults. "We'll, I followed you cause well, it's forbidden in here and I wanted to know who it was"

"Oh so you didn't recognize me?"

Perhaps he wasn't a stalker like other ones.

"No, I didn't. The good really disguised you, I didn't know it was you until you revealed yourself" he admitted, looking at her

Morgana nodded.
"Well, here we meet again." She looked at him. "We can't go down now because --look!" Under them, an eight-legged form moved between the trees and even from where they were, Morgana could see it's eight eyes.
They were trapped up their tree.

He looked down and fear shined on his face "spider" he whispered, before regaining his composure and looking at her, though he still looked worried, which made him look cuter. "So...where you from?"

Morgana chuckled at his trying to make conversation in that dangerous moment, but she played the game.

"I'm from Germany," she whispered in order not to raise any dangerous animals' attention. "You? From somewhere Hispanic, right?"

"Spain" he whispered, nodding. "It's really nice there but I hear Germany is amazing" he looked at her "is that tee?"

Morgana nodded.
"I live in the capital, the 'Mutterstadt', how we jokingly call it. It means as much as 'mother-city'. It's really amazing!"

Memories fluttered back into her mind and she smiled at their recollection. Her hometown, her old school, her house, her family... It seemed so far away when she was at Hogwarts.

"I went to Spain once," she said. "To Barcelona; it was incredible. The Sagrada Familia's stain glass windows are truly fantastic."

"Indeed, for sure those are amazing, I prefer the in popualized parts of my country, where nature can away you" he told morgana, forgetting about the danger below them.

"Why did you choose to go to hogwarts, as not one of the other schools?" He inquired to her

She looked at him.
"Hogwarts was the only one to send me a letter," she explained as a streak of dark hair fell in front of her face. She quickly put it back behind her ear.

He smiled, preferring it when the small strands of her hair were in front of her face. "So, your a prefect? Is that a cool position?"

"Tireing," she smirked, "but I like it. You gotta organize loads of things, check on everybody... But you have loads of privileges," she smiled.

"Sounds great! If only I was the man to try out for the position, I don't think I could handle it though, I'm kind of laid back" he admitted