"The clouds move and the skies clear... All blue is all I see... For I advert my eyes to a image of luster and beauty..." Came a small sad whisper as Rayven S. Greyback/Strongheart strummed her guitar. She sighed sadly, looking up to the sky, she was alone... Very alone... Usually, if she opened her eyes... A friend was there... Now she had no one.

Danger was messing with the owls as Ray was being lonely. Danger was always there for her, she couldn't imagine what she'd do if he died. Then she'd really be alone, no one to talk to, no one to love... When she thought about that, a string on her guitar broke and tears fell down her cheeks.

She opened her eyes and wiped them away. She sighed, looking up at her owl, Caution. He was a good owl that always was there for her, did things for her and what not. She wondered how Fally was... Or even Wally, Wally was always talking to her, she smiled at that fact as she reached into her bag and got another string out and started fixing her guitar.

Ray was thinking about going into band class to get better at what she was already good at. She heard something in the back of her head and her ear twitched, she looked around, there was nothing to be seen but the owls. "Owls cant talk..." She said sadly, she was in her emo mood, she had let her hair grow back out to her knees and she sighed, shaking her head again, getting her brush and started to brush her hair.

Danger barked and chased his tail, panting, Ray giggled watching her little Danger, she didn't have a son, but Danger was kinda like one, he always came into her dorm in the middle of the night, he always wanted to play. She smiled, petting Danger when he came over to Ray. "Good boy Danger." She said, scratching behind his ear gently.

Her head lowered and she sighed, hearing footsteps. She climbed up where the owls were and looked down, watching to see who was walking in.

"Thunk thunk thunk thunk..."

The footsteps were fakes. Just like the person saying them wasn't really a person. He used to be, he believed (Unless that was all just his imagination), but he wasn't anymore. He never would be. He was a ghost. He used to be something. Though it was weird. Sometimes he swore he felt something. A pang. Like someone was brushing his arm. Like a tube was being put down his throat or something. Maybe he had just seen the muggle medical TV shows too much... But sometimes he thought that... No.

He didn't know why he was going up to the Owlery today. Maybe it was just the fact that there was little other places to go. In that day alone he'd been to a library, a church, all around the school grounds, and somewhere in the Atlantic Sea. He learned that it was very dark at the bottom and that it got rather boring rather quickly.

He heard a voice from the top of the Owlery. It sounded like someone he knew. Possibly Ray. She was kind of interesting to talk to sometimes. She had a slightly different perspective on things. She didn't view herself as human. She always said she was a monster. Or at least when she was feeling down and when he was talking to her. It was interesting when someone didn't see themselves for what they were.

"Hello?" Wally asked as he got to the top. He saw Ray now. She didn't seem to happy. He wondered what was wrong this time. Something always seemed to be wrong with Ray. It was sad. If he was alive maybe he'd be able to do something about it. Currently he was just able to watch. Maybe disarm her with his words.

Ray climbed down and sighed. "Hey Wally" He said, sighing and walked over to her things and Danger, stroking his fur. She sighed, the black eyeliner had ran down her cheeks.

"What are you doing here Wally? I haven't seen you in forever."

He shrugged "Not much." He paused, cocking his head and looked up to her "Speaking to you.". His eyes looked off into the distance a bit. It was kind of weird. It was rare for him not to nowadays.

He quirked an eyebrow, finally looking over at her "You've been... Crying?" He asked, floating up near to her. He was a weird one alright. But he had to be. His method of... Dying? Had been bizarre and generally didn't end well for anyone. It was so weird, in fact, no one could. It quite possibly was a government conspiracy.

"Well, that's a stupid statement. You're always crying. But today are you particularly sad?" He asked, trying to smile at her a bit. He got out a small half smile. Better then nothing. He normally didn't like to see girls cry (Or boys. Or anyone really.), but he had been a bit numbed to Ray and her tears. He figured she was lucky enough to have any tears to shed.

Ray looked at him. "You're an ass." She said, sighing. "Yes, I was crying because Jamie dumped me and I have been thinking about suicide... I... She shook her head, the hankie already around her wrist. She looked at Danger, the sleeping fluff ball.

Ray looked up to Caution who flew over to her and landed on her shoulder. She sighed, Ray was never THIS down before, her heart was shattered, Jamie took it, said he wouldn't break it, threw it on the ground, stomped on it and gave it back to her.

Ray looked at Wally and smiled sadly. "So, what are you doing in here?"