Sulking is the only thing to do

[Linda Fitzsimmons]

Loud splashes can be heard, even over the regular falling of rain. If one followed the sounds they'd find a very very wet Linda throwing stones out into the lake.
Her hair is clumped together in long dripping tendrils, some of it falling into her face, which does not have the best expression in the world on it.

She just continues throwing stones, her Gryfindor Qudditch robes thrown down on the ground and discarded, even though she could probably use them right now as she is shivering cold. But, apprently she doesn't care because she just didn't want to wear the robes any longer, no matter if she's cold or not. They were soaked anyway.

[Ryann]

When Ryann saw that it was raiing she grabbed her pencils and pad and ran out the door, she'd been waiting forever to draw water on the lake. Now she had the chance, she raced out of the castel and placed a chram on herself to keep from getting wet. She sat at the edge of the lake sketching fruiousely, getting a pretty good result in the end.
Then the ground got a little to wet and she heard the cheers from the quidditch pitch, so Ryann climbed a tree a sketched a few players from a far flying. After a wile the game ended and was about to climb down from the tree when she saw a girl slowly walking around the lake. Wow what a day for insperartin! Ryann thought.
The girl was wet and cold but made for a great modle, Ryann drew part of the lake and the girl walking around it.

[Linda Fitzsimmons]

She notices the girl out of the corner of her eye and stops throwing stones into the lake, wondering just what it is she's doing.
Cafeuly picking her way over to her she looks at her with a question on her face that she soon voices when in range.

"What are you doing over there?"

[Ryann]

Ryann looked back up from her pad and saw the girl was looking at her, 'bloody hell." She thought. "What are you doing over there?" The sopping wet girl asked.
"What does it matter what I'm doing?" Ryann asnwerd with a question, her voice had a slight ice to it.

[Linda Fitzsimmons]

She tilts her head a little bit, her falling to the side in wet clumps.

"Well...for one you seem awfully intrested in me. Second..I'm curious as to why anyone else besides me would come out here in such miserable weather."

[Ryann]

Ryann smirked, well at least she wasn't dealing with stupidity, "One, who said I was interested in you, you just happen to be here. In fact you came after I arrived. And for two, I happen to like the rain, which is once again none of your concern." There was less of a chill on her voice this time.

[Linda Fitzsimmons]

Is a bit taken aback by the rather snappy attitude and she gives the girl a look.

"Lemme guess... You're a Slytherin aren't you?"

[Damiana Morgan]

"It's not nice to stereotype," a soft voice issued from behind them. It was quickly followed by a pale girl wrapped in black with a quizzically amused look on her face. Her boots tapped quietly against the soft ground, and stopped next to the two students.

“Although I daresay she is a Slytherin.” She looked to the girl in question. “Yes?”<br>
OOC: If it's supposed to be daylight, lemme know...

[Ryann]

Ryann jumped down from the tree, "Yah, I am." She placed her sketch pad in her bag and created the same charm on it as she had on herself and released the charm around her and let the rain fall down on her.

[Damiana Morgan]

Damiana smiled a little.

"I was a Slytherin," she remarked, and shrugged. The rain was pulling down her hair and making her clothing tug heavily on her slim body. It was cold, too. Miserable conditions for a mortal.

They suited her just fine.

She joined the non-Slytherin girl by the side of the pond and crouched to the ground for a moment. When she straightened, she held a half dozen or so small, smoothed rocks in her palm. They were rain-slick and light as she bounced the thoughtfully. She selected one from the pile, examined it, and let it loose. It skipped one- two- three- four- five times, before disappearing with a small splunk.

"Pureblood?" she asked bluntly, before she turned and watched another rock sail across the dark, rain broken waters. She wasn’t really in the mood for words at that particular moment in time.

[Linda Fitzsimmons]

Occ: it's around sunset but the rain is so heavy and clouds so thick it's pretty dark as it is without it being nght fully

bic:

She turns and looks at the other girl who just showed up and feels just a tad out nubered now. One previous slytherin student, one current slytherin, and only one single solitary Gryfindor. She thinks that's just a little unfair, just like the recent match where Slytherin won.

[Damiana Morgan]

Damiana noticed the other girl watching.

"Morgan. And you are...?" she asked brusquely.

OOC: Thanks

[Linda Fitzsimmons]

She gives a small smile, being polite so as to not offend.

"My name's Linda"

[Damiana Morgan]

"Pleasure, Linda."

She tossed the rest of the rocks into the Lake, watching for a moment as they disappeared. Then she sank to her knees and sort of fell backwards to lie on her back with her feet on the ground. She blinked as water dripped into her eyes and sat up after a moment, shaking water out of her hair.

"And what would two,” she paused, “virtuous students like yourselves be doing outside in this weather?"

[Ryann]

"Enjoying it." Ryann stated. She looked up at the sky watching the rain come down strait at her face, by this time she was totally soaked through and her hair was glossy and falling out of it pony-tail.