ceaseless change. (Alister, minosa)

Alister took her hand, a very soft lacking the caliouses he had obtained through an lifetime so far of efforts and works. Through gripping, crazy rituals, and the likes of working out, and observing hee steady increasing of labored breaths. Her body was nowhere near fit, it was roughly a mile or two thus far at her pace, which was nothing short a breeze, but even alister knewx better.

These thick grasses were merely the beginning and for sure the pepetual barrier that would be the drawing line for most dangerous creatures and yet reasonable creatures was being drawn. It was more a knack of subconsciously being aware of the grounds various protective charms, curses, and yes rituals, spells alike. Most would not be aware but alister was one of the few.

thus far she is getting exhuasted and this is good, ill detoure back and carry her. However, this is borderline insane,minosa proving self is nothing short of a means of self harm.

he thought as he smiled and kindly spoke up.

"i have seen thinga worth being afraid of, this forest however has many of them, but i recommend you take a break. learn your bodys limits."

alister suggestted using enough strength to softly guide her to him and he spoke up further.

"why do you think my hands are rough and very tough? i have done a lifetime so far of these things, and seen a lot, it is why i am commonly patrolling the borders of the forest, even withvthe care to magical creatures instructor, and grounds keeper. If you desire to reach further then here. your body must be strong like a rock. just feel my arms and hand, understand the diffrence, and accept it."

he spoke like a teacher in sorts and in fact alister was beginning this first lesson to the girl of reality in fact. The fact he was indeed much stronger and impressively built. not a drop of fear in his poise and voice.

"who are you trying to prove this to minosa? yourself? or thoescwho doubt? bo one is around to hear you."

"i have seen thinga worth being afraid of, this forest however has many of them, but i recommend you take a break. learn your bodys limits."

"Well, I'm not afraid of anything," Mimosa countered confidently, but as she spoke, a faraway look entered her newly brown eyes. A struggle of a memory trying to flicker through, a lonely place, a lot of pain.

But as soon as it registered, it was gone. The happy, ignorant teen was back, the bad memory vanished without so much as a trace.

"who are you trying to prove this to minosa? yourself? or thoes who doubt? No one is around to hear you."

"I'm not trying to prove anything," the young bruenette replied, beginning to walk once more. Yes, sh was getting tired but Alister's words seemed to spur her on. He asked a lot of strange questions, question no one else had asked her before.

"Well, I guess maybe I want to correct Squid Boy," she amended ehr statement as they continued deeper into the forest. "He is so... Stupid. He thinks he knows stuff and he doesn't. I've been trying to teach him since we were in first year but he never listens. He has to be shown things with his own eyes to learn them. Which is weird because he believes the Giant Squid is real."

As she continued to speak, Mimosa found her Hufflepuff companion to be a good listener. He paid attention to all she said and even asked questions about it. In fact, he asked questions that gave her pause.

It wasn't too difficult, walking into the forest while holding his hand. After another half an hour of hiking, it began to grow darker. Whether it was due tot eh sky overheard getting cloudy or something else, Mimosa wasn't certain.

But surely something cool would happen now that they were this far in?

the refresher was only brief, perhaps it was foolhardy luck that drove the slythern. Frail but willing to move on with conviction and a seemingly impressive level of Obliviousness. Alister would internally wonder if she suffrered some damage in the past that seared itself into her brain, and memory.

It was an impressive to say the least. Alister noted  minsoa's drive was now based on the apparent habit to teach the one known as of "squid boy." Alister quietly listened as they walked through noting the shift in temperature, and the ever shifting light  as it had steadily turned to  towards the yelliws, and oranges. He did not need to look at a watch to know the afternoon was steadily shifting to early evening, and therefore his duties on grounds were nearing the extra allocated  time of an hour and a half. However a life was more important in this case.

Minosa to this part seemed to try to the best of her ability by his observation,tend to judge the outer world as a means of her oyster, one where the media outlet of enablement, and lack of real wotld facts was taken to great lengths to avoid,or sheild her from the world in general. An understandable case as Alister could relate a bit, but on the notebility it was more to loyalties, and the case of legacy,But unlike he made a choice to confront the chains that would hold one back. Therefore it mystified him till it dawned on him.

she has never once been tested in her own loyalties to herself, and own dreams. She never truly grew as it was a farce by upbringing and covering eyes and feeding golden spoons to her from the day one. The test of mortality, and fear of vanity never crossed her, and yet...

Alisters thought trailed off as the word came to mind, It was never jealousy, or disdain, resentment he felt even the occasional class, but pitty she never knew failure, or defeat for the fear of thoes above her. It was a silent shame that read within and granted he was one who studied many people, and knew of darkness,one often cannot see it before them. Especially if one was born blind to just how human they are. No matter the magical power, or intelligence, but in her case he was certain.

she is a vessal of false hopes, and entitlements that when gone she is but the toddler who's will never grew into a girl, or yet the woman she should be..... How do i fix this...

Alister thought as he responded, she could not open her oyster with mere questiins, or merely asking her to critically reflect. But perhaps needed to crack the shell of her ego, or let it fall in of itself.

" Teach squid boy you say? Well perhaps that is noble indeed to try to teach,but it is only if you have the heart to learn yourself minosa. There is a diffrence you see."

alister said softly with the ghost of a smile on his face.

"so we are six years here. However, A quiz to test you out of course. What are the supposed requirements to create a basalisk? Why is it widely considered to rely on the felix flextris (ooc the potion of luck) to be relied upon in general populous?"

these were simple questions a mix of various broad cases in their years of study, with how fast and detailed her reply was as to the accuracy of her studies, and depth. It was a level of arrogance humming from the hufflepuff,but one where it was well detailed. He read into her actions, her self inflated beliefs,but now it was time to test her. As he would not correct her, but further test the inner workings of her skills.

" Teach squid boy you say? Well perhaps that is noble indeed to try to teach,but it is only if you have the heart to learn yourself mimosa. There is a difference you see."

Alister definitely had as a funny way of speaking. It was like he was a book, or a magic mirror, or maybe even both. But books were boring and she wasn't bored. Maybe he was like those silvertongues she had heard about from Catherine and Constance?

When he asked her if she would like to have her knowledge tested, the teen grinned eagerly. She was, after all, the smartest person she knew.

"What's a balisik-basilk- Basilisk?" she asked, curious to see if he knew the question around the right way. She really hoped the boy wasn't one of Squid Boy's people, believing imaginary creatures to be real. She really couldn't take on another project now.

Before he could answer however, Mimosa saw a flash of gold in the distance.

"Oh, I see it," she exclaimed, trying to run towards the hint of a golden pelt but not succeeding thanks to the tall, muscular boy attached to her arm. "Hurry up, Alister or we might lose it," she encouraged, going after that small flash of... something.

thats not good, 16-17 years of age,and yet the cost of cross knowledge, of history. herbology, magicsl creatures, and a slew of studies shows this much. A bogart might just break her. How does the world not allow people to simply embrace it.

the question, was simple to answer, as it was directed towards him instead, So Alister decided to do a small bit of screening himself.

"A deadly serpant, to be frank there are very few in the world due to their chosen ways to repropriate, but where its venom is piwerful to well do what most cannot, they could potentialpy create plenty of anti toxins if of course dialated."

it was a safe wager that he held off the finer details as these were rare,but fortuneatly hogwarts forbiddon forest never was infested with such a terrifying creature. Granted he was sure the girl was sheilded, much like a muggle. It was a guant comparison, but the best, it strutted her growth despite what one belived.

Minosa attempted to move after a golden pelt, but alister with a sense of both indebetted street wise, and common sense had only to softly grip her hand and not move as he noted the golden fur in the distance. A simple sense of bright and shiny means stop and stay distance before more info would be processed was in the works.

"hold on, you should really check, and make sure you are not running into a trap,unless you are willing to run heaffirst into danger, wand out minosa, and cast a detection spell"

alister stated with a small puff from his peppermint pipe.

"A deadly serpant, to be frank there are very few in the world due to their chosen ways to repropriate, but where its venom is piwerful to well do what most cannot, they could potentialpy create plenty of anti toxins if of course dialated."

"That sounds really cool," Mimosa admitted. a Serpent that was rare and had venom that could be used as not venom. If she found something like that, she would be hailed as a hero, even more than she already was.

However, the thought disappeared form her mind when she saw the flash of gold. Unfortunately, as she tried to tug Alister, he refused to move. Should he hold her hand back longer, the boy would feel a slight sting, Mimosa's natural defensive magic kicking in, unknown to the girl. The sting would only be enough to shock him into releasing her hand, nowhere near enough to burn like it would if he ever attacked her.

Of course, the Slytherin Seeker remained completely unaware of this as her hand was let go, ignoring his warning about a detection spell (whatever that was) and heading straight towards the shimmering pelt.

"Alister, come on, its not dangerous," she called back as she started to run faster,. The teenage witch had just spotted a trampled grassy path indicating that was where the creature had gone.

"Hurry up or we might lose it."

mmmmm?

alister thought as he felt the sting, he knew it was unatural, nothing short of neither needle or a prick, but the jolt, which was reactive based. it was surely a pain enchantment of sorts which protected her, from immediate harm by restraint. but regardless alister let go taking a surprised bite into the tip of his peppermint pipe which brought a bit of smoke into his mouth and made him cough and with the same hand hit his chest. A small peice went down the wrong pipe and agitated his lungs a bit, a few seconds later it disloughed and went down his esophogous.

ugh that was a surprise.

he thought as the girl decided to run off after the golden pelt creature. alister noting this oddity was still perplexed but followed, the girl was not hexed,but from his understanding protected, from what? he had no exact clue but outter stimuli that would stop her would require consistent reappliance. But it could not stop everything.

so she is warded by magic from others. and it is for her own safety? but not from herself. this is sad

alister thought as he followed her now less concerned if most creatures here would put a hand on her, as if there was a sting,there was obviously several other things including to his suspicion an means to alert,and bring others. However,it wasnt how many galleons, and favors one needed to pay off such volintary cases,but suddemly the factor of when life goes south money will not solve it.

He understood this too well seeing his family work from the ground up, and understanding life never brought easy fix's and the smerican currency, or wherever would neither find a missing person,or bring a person back. Even in muggle society he saw the results, a popular child of prestegious value, only to find their boy deceased on the streets at a wrong turn, The group of children toying with magics and suddenly a disfigurement applied as an unintended curse. But he doubted non of this yet alone a dead cat at this rate was shown to the girl.

"minosa im comming"

he found himself saying but wondered internally what was the ones watching over her were afraid of,there is only one life, and at this rate enchantments, curses, or even groups of wizarda witches, and leaders does not stop the inevitable. His scars ached as he moved. The shock was a tad bit more rough on him as the ritualistic initiation cuts and scarring ached. He did not heal as much as he thought after 2 months.

He still pushed on shaking off the numbing and followed the girl. Still figuring a way to break through the danger sign. Did no one tell her stop?

"minosa have you ever realized there is a reason why some creatures cannot be handled,and some poisons cannot be cured. What would happen if you ever encountered such a thing? "

"minosa have you ever realized there is a reason why some creatures cannot be handled,and some poisons cannot be cured. What would happen if you ever encountered such a thing? "

Now that he mentioned it, Mimosa had actually never had reason to wonder such things. No creature, vice or pleasure had been made unavailable to her since a young age. Even if she requested the absurd, it or a suitably altered version of it had been presented to the girl on a proverbial platter.

Danger was a concept that existed for other people, not Mimosa Harrington Clement.

"Shh," she cautioned as Alister broke through the bushes to find her. She stood in a small clearing, sun dappled and light, her small hand extended towards the shimmering coat of a baby unicorn.

It stood about as tall as her, it's single horn still growing, not yet pointed or tipped with poison. The creature possessed warm brown eyes that looked on at the two humans in confusion.

"It's so pretty," the teenager spoke softly, running soft fingers along the creature's back.