daisy chains, alyssa

[tsundere]

At three in the morning, even the Gryffindor common room was quiet on a Friday night. (Or was it Saturday morning, now?) Thalia picked her way carefully down the stairs, a stack books pressed to her chest, a roll of parchment and a quill jammed under one elbow, and settled herself in a chair in front of the steadily flickering fireplace.

There was a sixth year blonde she recognized by sight but not name snoring across the room, and a few personal items strewn about, but aside from that she was alone. Spreading her books out, Thalia flipped open to a random page and began scanning the text, hands propped under her head as she waited for the...person she had been seeking to appear.

[alyssa]

There was little more she did than drift through the halls in the early hours of the morning . Students were in bed and out of the halls, leaving them open for the ghosts and staff of the school to roam as they pleased or needed to. There was little she could do that was useful unless students came to her for a specific reason or another.

She left the halls of the school and floated through the portrait of the Fat Lady, not waking the portrait for a friendly 'hello'. The darkness of the entryway to the Common Room faded into light courtesy of candles and the ever-burning flame in the fireplace. She was going to drift through the dormitories of the students to check upon them when she stopped, someone catching her eye. She halted in mid-air, turning slightly to acknowledge the young girl who she recognized as Thalia seated, apparently deep in her studies.

"It's rather late..." she said, drifting downward towards the student, "...you should be asleep or you won't feel well in the morning."

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[[THEY'LL BE SHORTER, REALLY]]

[tsundere]

She had been waiting for this woman--ghost, person?--to appear, but even as she spoke, Thalia felt a blush rise over her face. In the face of reality, her plan seemed so dumb. Even if the whispered rumors of how the ghost of Gryffindor had died were true, why in the world would she want to talk about that, especially to a kid third year?

Thalia slammed her book shut on reflex, then jumped at the sound. The blonde in the corner grumbled, but stayed asleep.

"A-actually, I've been asleep," she stammered out. "I set an alarm to wake up at this time to come down and see if you were here. When no one else was around. My name is Thalia, by the way. Miss--' Some of the other students had called the ghost just by her name, Alyssa, but that seemed too informal. "Miss Miss." she finished weakly.

[alyssa]

The silver blood stained from the corners of her mouth glistened slightly in the firelight as she drifted in front of it to hover closer to the young student. She seemed flustered, and the lack of proper words apparently coming to Thalia's mind made the young student appear all the more adorable in Alyssa's eyes.

"You can call me Alyssa." she gently informed the student, "Or Miss Silver if you feel better with that." The ghost crossed her hands in front of her dress. "And so long as you've gotten some sleep...but you were looking for me?" She tilted her head to the side, "What can I help you with? Homework?"

[tsundere]

Thalia's stomach flipped queasily as she eyed the blood stains at the corner of Alyssa's mouth, but she kept a smile tacked on her face anyway.

"Not homework, Miss Silver. Um...some of the older kids say that...you know some stuff about love because of how you died"" Her voice trailed off lower and lower until it was barely a whisper at the end.

[alyssa]

Questions about love, huh? That was certainly a different twist to a student's question that Alyssa had to say she wasn't exactly familiar with. Some stuff? The thought amused the ghost, and it could have made her laugh were she not forcibly subduing any sound courtesy of the time. I'd say it's more than some.

Her transparent figure floated slightly to the right before appearing to sit in the twin chair to Thalia's before the fire place. Alyssa crossed her ankles and sat forward, looking at the student with folded hands and a patient gaze. Unlike most ghosts, she was more comfortable discussing circumstances of her death with the living rather than other ghosts. "The older students didn't fool you, Thalia." she informed the girl, "I know what I knew, and can tell you my answer to what you ask, though the answers you find in your heart may be slightly different."

She had a feeling tonight would be interesting. "Ask away."