Lon overdue HC for Makahla from Slytherin! Happy readin (: And I'm in the process of making a account to post everything I've written...
~'winky'~
Makahla was fond of music that fell into the air like sunlight, especially on a rainy day. That's why she sat alone in a corridor with her guitar and a wide-open window, gently plucking chords that added happiness to the potter patter of the rain. She wore long green and silver earrings that tickled her collarbone and brought out the prominent green in her hazel eyes. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun high on her head, with bits and pieces of her dark hair sticking out. Makahla's eyes were done with a smoky gray make-up, and from her dusty-pink lips her voice emerged, both husky and sweet. She sang about love between unofficial enemies and unlikely friendships. She sang and played for a long time, her voice making a song of her memories. Eventually, as if called by the words sung about him, a boy walked silently down the hall and sat quietly at Makahla's side. He listened as her song drew to a close with a new melancholy chord, and the chord lingered in the air between them for a few long moments. When the song had completely died away, Makahla sinuously rose to her feet and began to walk away. A hand on her back made her pause and turn. There were soft, warm lips waiting. In the slowly falling darkness they stood in a quiet embrace while the thunder boomed through the still-open window.
When the first torch hissed to life, Makahla whispered in his ear, "Will you walk me back, Ron?"
"You know how I hate the chill of the dungeons, but with you I am warm," Ron murmured back. They intertwined their fingers and began a slow walk back towards the dungeons and the entrance of the Slytherin common room, where they said a passionate good-night.