Rude Awakening

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny looked at Lavy, blinking, her eyes wide. "You mean I'm not normal?" She asked, her voice wavering slightly. She grinned after a second, however.
"Yeah, I know. I like being ridiculous." She shrugged.

She looked at Xaver, now.
"See? I told you so."

[LavyBrown]

"Do you happen to have the time?" Lavy asked a question directed to no one in particular.

[Xaver]

"A little after five," he answered her.

Xaver nodded to Ginny.
Yeah. He had caved. He didn't really mind, though. Not with her. Not with Ginny.
He sighed quietly, and for a moment, simply listened to the rain pounding upon the roof above. His sea blue eyes closed, and he was almost slowly lulled back to sleep. He rocked slightly, then mopped his hands over his face, yawning.

He was so tired.

Xaver was a man of great possibilities and strength, though with an immense workload, a still healing body, assassians and a shattered memory and mental stability ... Well. He wasn't knocking over any doors with all his energy.

He was so tired.

Xaver's wings shifted uncomfortably. He looked to the door, and frowned, though hazed in his senses, alerted to an outside person.
He looked away, however, and to Ginny, said, "If think you it would be acceptable, I do, greatfully, accept your offer."

-Always saving me, eh, love?-

He smiled at Ginny, shaking his head slightly.

[Ginny Weasly]

~I try.~ She sent back, softly. She nodded at him, and aloud said, "You can go there whenever your ready."

She stretched and smiled at him.

(Sorry guys, writers block along with an arthritic wrist)

[Xaver]

(=P lol, it's ok. Get better you. O.o)
((And that's a better reason than me trying to convince a teacher that the Monster made me eat my homework..)) >.< mheh ..

"Might as well go now," he said.

He weaved a thought and he was suddenly dressed in fresh dark jeans and a navy blue long-sleeved button down shirt, his wings vanished, though rather uncomfortably.

<ooc: Grr.. brain-dead..>

"Where to?" he asked, raking a hand through his dark hair habitually.

[LavyBrown]

"Though that rain? No way." Lavy closed her eyes for a second. The once pouring rain slowly diminshed into a light sprinkle. "Ah that's better." she waved her hand and the door opened. "Let's be off then." she stood up.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny frowned and sighed.
"But I like it when it rains like that." She pouted for a moment, then shrugged and smiled again. "Oh well, it''s gonna rain all day, and it's five in the morning, so it seems like I'm in luck!" She laughed.

"Well, I was just comming down to check on you, Xaver, before I ran to the post office. Other than that, I have little to do today." She made a face, realizing how boring her day would be.

[LavyBrown]

Lavy moticed Ginny's face and knew what she was thinking. "Well, if you need something to do today, and you like extremely cold weather, you can come to Russia with me and see if I can't get them to let up a bit." she shrugged. "Talking works most of the time but every so often I have to bang a couple heads together to get results." 

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny narrowed her eyes. Simply because most often, Lavy agreed with neo's political positions, and Ginny didn't. "Why do you need to talk to the Russians?" She asked. She wouldn't stop Lavy if it had something to do with that, but she defiantly wouldn't be apart of it.

((Heh, did you know that my biggest ethnic backround is Russian??))

[LavyBrown]

(lol don't worry my boyfreind is a Russian, i've got nothing against them)

"It has nothing to do with Neo if that's what you're thinking." she said crossing her arms. "I wouldn't spit in that man's mouth if his insides were on fire. I just need to talk to them. Nothing to get physical about, yet anyways."

[Ginny Weasly]

((I didn't mean to imply that you did. It was just a random fact about me.))
Ginny nodded, understanding. She opeaned her mouth, then paused and looked at Xaver.
"What do you think? You wanna visit Russia?" She asked him, smiling.

[Xaver]

(=o...)

Xavers expression was blank, when Ginny turned to him.
He was listening. Of course.
Err. Sort of.

The Fallen lord smiled sheepishly.

"Heh. Sure."

He nodded, and decided it would probably be for the best. Russia. He hoped they were talking about going there. Or something along those lines.

Xaver's features had paled in his long stretch of sickness, and though in the last few days he was slowly getting some of his former golden bronze back, his face still hinted greys. So in his embarrassment, the red of his face was a little more boyishly profound - one could almost glimpse the mischievous adolescent he had once been, long ago.

[Ginny Weasly]

She smirked at him. "You should get the award for listening." She said, laughing. She turned back to Lavy and nodded.

"Sure, why not. Give me a few minutes, and we can head out."

[LavyBrown]

Lavy tipped her imaginary hat. "Will do."

[Xaver]

Xaver smiled slightly, giving them a slightly knowing look, nodding his handsome head, then turning, in a brisk ruffle of feathers, disappearing into the door of his apartment.
He suddenly wished he had kept the cleaning service offered to him long ago. He quickly cleaned up the place - though by manual hand and labor, not by magic. Which was fairly odd - Xaver usually used his magics with ease, at ease, the store of his power, supposedly, immense, and barely tapped.

Lately, admittedly, he was a bit wary to use anything of his paranormal abilities. Except his wings, of course, he reminded himself, as a few silken feathers brushed his cheeks. He didn't even put out the effort, most of the time now, to conceal them. (Though, he hadn't been in a mortal area for more than a few hours for ages now.)
His wings had grown some since graduation, all that time ago. They were enormous, even tucked comfortably, 'normally', behind him. He didn't feel the weight. Bodily, he had grown some as well. His figure was broader, thicker in muscle and the threatening strength that was always there, even behind his usual gentility. He was not at all stocky, though nor was he skinny. He was a lean whipcord. A formidable, deadly opponent to any.

But most probably wouldn't guess that, with his broad, toothy grin, patient aura, and (though now usually more subtle) sense of humor. His eyes were what usually what gave him away. Open voids to the dark, wary, scarred soul that roamed within. He had a dark side. But that was under lock and key for sure as Luke.


Xaver ran a hand through his dark-as-night hair and flopped back onto the bed, spreadeagled, his head hanging off one end, wings spread out - one across the bed and covering most of one wall, the other across the floor. He closed his eyes, and waited. For once, in a while, a some peace with himself.
Ginny had wanted a few minutes - and he, of all people, knew never to doubt her abilities of finding him.
Closing his eyes, Xaver let a relaxed yawn escape, a daydream of that first day at Hogwarts playing before his mind. That first time seeing the fiery redheaded forest princess. He smiled to himself.