Not Far from the Great Hall; Night Time

[will_scarlett]

At lunch today Will received two owls from home, one from his father and one from Robin. They've been worrying him through class since he knows there's not much he can do from here and the halls of Hogwarts are feeling closer than normal.

Since its been raining quite hard for the past few days, he can't even have a good solid fly instead he's pulled his cloak up and is on the edge of the grounds near the Great Hall.

What he'd really like to do is go to the edge of the forest but he's not sure he can handle a detention with the mood he's in. When he gets tired of sitting still, he walks in the rain and then back into just inside the Great Hall. Maybe he can figure something to do to get him out of this funk, because its the kind that always leads to trouble.

(OOC: For general Great Hall area. Will is a bit more outside but can be pulled inside or wherever just tell me where you want him. I hope this works. :-))

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[will_scarlett]

"Yes, I've been using them since I started here,"

He's glad Silas appreciates how good they are but its odd to be told by a new student that the owls pass muster.

[un_fantome]

Silas gives him a bit of an odd look for that. "I'd have expected you did," he says. "I've never sent letters home before this year. It surprised me that they're reliable."

[will_scarlett]

"Why? Didn't Beauxbatons have school owls?"

Most owls in the Wizarding World are reliable, sometimes you'll get a personal one with a strange temperament but they're trusted.

[un_fantome]

"No," Silas answers after a slight hesitation. "I just didn't write to my parents."

He still only writes rarely, once every other month or so.

[will_scarlett]

Will shrugs, maybe owls in France aren't as reliable as those in Britain and a deep rumble of thunder goes through the sky,

"It looks like the storm's going to get worse."

[un_fantome]

After a moment of looking up through the umbrella Silas watches the accompanying lightning strike, glare blinding him for a moment and causing Amelie to dig her claws into his arm, tail and fur bottlebrushed.

"It does," he murmurs, tucking her against his stomach. "I may stay out for it." Silas loves watching storms, in the same way as he loves the ocean on a cloudy day; its turmoil lets him find a sense of serenity. "You?"

[will_scarlett]

"Probably,"

He's considering flying it, there's a wonderful rush to being out in this sort of weather.

[un_fantome]

"Let me put her inside," Silas murmurs. "I may come back out and join you if I find you."

He rarely asks people to wait up.

[will_scarlett]

"If you can find me, yes,"

There's a laugh and a sense of something strange in Will's voice. Storms like this feel like home and a reminder of how old and strong Sherwood is.

[un_fantome]

Silas turns to leave after that, carrying the kitten inside to sleep on his bed while he finds his broom and comes back outside.

He actually debates flying for a moment, since his eyesight isn't as good as it ought to be at night--it isn't as good as most other people's no matter what time it is, really. But he probably won't end up in the hospital wing.

[will_scarlett]

Will's now flying above the forest and up into the storm. Its risky flying but he knows what he's doing.

[un_fantome]

It doesn't take long for Silas to join him, almost reflectively white like the barely-existent moon tonight, hidden behind the clouds.

He's a good flyer, though rarely excellent and even more rarely a daredevil. "Be careful, the lightning is getting closer," he calls.

[will_scarlett]

Silas might not be able to catch Will as he's currently in the midst of the storm and riding and testing the winds and Will knows Silas talks to him and waves madly back.

[un_fantome]

Silas doesn't try to catch Will, and only rises up higher until he can feel his skin buzz with the electricity in the air. He doesn't have his wand with him, but he doesn't need it just yet; he spends a good deal of time practicing, working almost constantly to be able to do magic without needing the focus instrument.

[will_scarlett]

Will's aware of Silas but this is what he needed, the rush of the wind and daring the lightning, it makes him feel alive and that the world can change.