Stone Cold Crazy (Brody & Kalaira)

[Sasha Sharpe]

Sasha leaned back against the trunk of an old hickory and looked out over the grounds. It was a beautiful day. A slight breeze rippled the grass in waves, undulating over the gentle hills and carrying the scent of wildflowers. The sun shone down, casting dappled shadows through the leaves of the oak that painted shifting shapes onto her. The air was chilly, but her thick robes cut the wind off of her body.

In fact, it was the perfect day to screw with a well-deserving upstart. Sasha had deeply enjoyed all of the ways that she and Brody had planted the seeds of rumors into the heads and mouths of the Hogwarts students over the last few weeks. But they still had more work to do. There were things left undone and unsaid, namely to a young Gryffindor that Sasha knew had been casting dreamy doe-eyed looks at Brody for the last year or so. That simply had to change.

The order of the world was shifting every second, and they were helping it along. She was growing more convinced by the day that Brody could have made a wonderful Slytherin; they were a dynamic duo that orchestrated their cunning play flawlessly in front of the student body. They saw what they wanted, and come hell or high water, they were going to get it. And one little wet-behind-the-ears girl wasn't going to stand in their way.

Kalaira was the last remnant of Brody's brief flight into the land of the misfit toys, his time with the silly group... Revolution or Freedom or some other stupid name. She was wholesome, trusting, naive, empty between the ears, and disgustingly young. She believed that Brody could do no wrong; he was a white knight, a chivalrous prince the likes of which the world had never seen for hundreds of years and likely never would again.

Honestly, it was funny, how little she knew about the boy. She would never appreciate his sharp, sarcastic wit and his acerbic conversation. She would never understand what it was like to spar with him, physically and verbally. For a moment, memories of the day in the Great Hall kissing Brody flashed into her mind. She brushed them away like cobwebs and returned her attention to the field. Brody would be arriving soon.

They had been planning this for a few days, meeting on the grounds and having a 'couple moment,' as they called them, for the students to spot and spread rumors about. Only today they wouldn't have just the usual student audience. Today they would be joined by none other than the little interloper herself.

In what Sasha privately considered a modest stroke of brilliance, she had penned a note in Brody's name to Kalaira. After spending so much time around him, she had noticed his turns of phrase and how he sounded when he spoke. She only had to nick a page of his notes to be able to cast a handwriting forgery spell and write in his characteristic spiky scrawl. She had said only that he had something he wanted to talk to her about, and would she please come and meet him on the grounds at four? Sasha had bribed a friend of a friend to leave it in the Gryffindor common room where she would find it. And now, she thought as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear against the unruly wind, all she had to do was wait. She smiled wickedly at the thought.

((OOC: It will probably work best if Brody replies first. :) ))