Slytherin Common Room wasn’t what you’d call comfortable, warm and inviting. Au contraire, it was just a miserable as most Slytherins, so it fits, supposedly. Not many Slytherins looked around the room, although they spent a lot of time here. It happened, when you had nothing to do. Semyezza, however, was sitting on one of the couches, green, leather and very uncomfortable, looking around the room with mild interest. She wasn’t in a very good mood. Then again, when was she ever? She was bored, to say the least. And not just any kind of bored. No, the kind of bored that no matter what idea popped into your head, they all seemed too stupid after a little contemplation. Homework wasn’t an option, since she had none, as it was. Well, she finished it already, hence why she was now bored.
She had woken up earlier from a very odd dream – she had fallen asleep soon before dinner, on her own bed, mind – and the frown of trying to understand it was still evident on her face. She couldn’t remember much of it, but it was odd, all in all. Semyezza’d been standing in a large room. Sitting in the room were large cabin trunks, various sizes and shapes. As she opened them, she noticed they contained her thoughts and memories. Or, at least, one-tenth of the cabin trunks were full of vivid and often painful and uncomfortable memories of her past life; the other nine-tenths were full of penguins, which surprised her. Insofar as she recognized at all that she was dreaming, she realised she must be exploring her own subconscious mind. She had heard it said that humans are supposed to use only about a tenth of their brains, and that no one was very clear what the other nine tenths were for, but she certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins.
She had waved it off at the time being, but right now she was wondering why penguins. With a sigh, she decided to leave it as it was, and shooting another glance at the sneering portrait of Salazar Slytherin, hanging above the fireplace, she got up and left the common room. The dungeon corridors, however, were not really the correct change of scenery, not one she’d wished for. Her surroundings were still dark and damp and smelled rather odd. It didn’t matter, though. It was probably one of those brightly coloured liquids of dubious drinkability Slughorn was usually brewing for the Hospital Wing. At this time, though? It was 9.22pm, and although curfew would extend for another thirty-or-so minutes for seventh years, it wasn’t common to still see students wandering about the place. Especially not on a school night.
Semyezza had never been one of the common students, however, and always did what she pleased. Of course, she wasn’t the ultimate rebel, she had learned manners and she knew it wasn’t polite to hex your company, how infuriating said company might be. She shrugged as she moved up the stairs that lead her into the Entrance Hall. Dark and deserted. Part of her liked the silence, but another part of her just wanted to scream out to break it. Fortunately, she never had been someone to raise her voice, she hated the obnoxious as she never really saw the point of shouting, screaming or crying out. It was... well, impolite. Noticing that she wasn’t moving, but standing on the top stair, staring into the huge hall, she shook her head and hurried towards the two huge oak doors that would lead her outside.
It was raining, she realised too late. No, that was an understatement. The sky was pouring oceans down on her and the rest of Scotland. As she stood there, looking quite exasperated at the wetness of it all, she contemplated going inside again. What was the point, however? She was already wet and inside the castle things wouldn’t be anymore entertaining than when she had just left it. With a shrug, Semyezza decided that maybe the loud clattering of the rain hitting the glass of the greenhouses was a better sound than the silence of the castle and even her own thoughts. Penguins, honestly.
And so, she descended down to the lake, staring at it from a distance. She liked how the rain was rippling it violently, as though it was punished the vast amount of water for being there. As it should. Semyezza didn’t like the lake, never had. She never came near it, thus no one at Hogwarts knew about her inability to swim. Not that she’d care if anyone knew. If she wanted, she would curse their mouths off, quite literally, for as long as she wished them to be off. She blessed her magic and thanked the Gods day after day to give her the means to torture humanity with it.
With a sigh, she looked up at the huge beech tree a safe distance away from the lake, and grabbed onto a low hanging branch, dangling from her arms as she let her chin fall on her chest. Her eyes opened wide and her hands lost it’s grip on the branch as she discovered that her white school blouse had become very translucent due to the horrid weather. “Gods. Gravity is a hard habit to shake off,” she decided, rubbing her hip where it had, only moments ago, connected with the ground. “And you, blouse, are supposed to conceal me, not show me!”