Wow. I'm Crazy! (Jessica and Muffin)

Ica walked through the streets of Hogsmeade, after being up to walk around Hogwarts, just to see what the hype was all about, ture it was huge but she didn't know about what was inside it, what the teachers were like and she probably had missed out staying at home to get educated, true she was now a specialist but it just wasnt the same. In the distance a large shack loomed and she waltzed up to it kicking some of the debris that she found inside of it, and as she popped her head around she saw something that amused her.

There was a man looking quite proud over a dead body, probably one he'd just killed, and Ica smirked and silently walked up to him, waiting for him to turn around, when she did she waved jauntily before touching a hand to his heart and stopping it still with a giggle she watched as all the bones burst in his body and he fell to the floor, the look on his face priceless.

"Ahhh funny."

Ica grinned.

Richard was wandering through the Shrieking Shack due to some students complaining about some screams coming from the building. They thought he was going to exorcise a ghost or something when in reality he just had to kick a few people out to settle their feud elsewhere. He turned a corner to the room with all the noise in time to see a woman killing a man, something to do with his bones if I had to guess. Leaning against the door frame he raised an eyebrow,

"Thank you for dealing with a problem of mine." he nodded to the bodies, "Sounds of fighting scares the kiddies and they get really annoying when they're scared for their lives."

Snapping her head towards the door Ica tilted it to one side almost so it made a right angle with her neck, smiling crookedly she moved it back up and shrugged her shoulders kicking one of the bodies away from a chair in the room and percing on it picking a peice of splintered bone from her jeans and making a disgusted face.

"I wouldn't have killed him if I knew he was a problem."

She shrugged.

"It's just too funny. The look on their faces. Especially kills like these ones."

Ica gestured to the bodies.

Richard nodded as understanding dawned on him. He chuckled a little and moved over to the bodies, transfiguring them into a chair for him to sit on as well. He sat down with a grin,

"So you're on of those kinds of people." he chuckled again, "I meet a lot of them nowadays..."

Yawning a little he looked around the shack a little before turning back to the woman with a raised eyebrow,

"My name's Richard." he smiled a little, "May I know who you are?"

Ica tilted her head to one side, she liked this man, he was a little macabre just like herself, and she had come to the conclusion that she didn't want to kill him, at least not yet that was. Ruffling her hair she narrowed her eyes, she didn't like to be stereotyped so she wondered who exactly the guy had met who was like her.

"I can safely say you've never met anyone like me..."

The raised eyebrow made Ica frown a little bit more, she didn't like being under scrutiny.

"Ica."

Richard laughed warmly but lightly. He shook his head a little,

"No matter how many times I hear someone say that it never gets old..." he winked at her, "I don't think I've met anyone exactly like you. But people with some shared interests in killing idiots...? Yes. People with a personality that I find actually enjoyable to be around? So far it's a yes."

He rolled his shoulders a little, looking up at the ceiling with a small smile,

"Ica. Ica." he hummed a little, "I like that name. It's short, snappy. And no one can butcher it like they can with my name."

He shuddered a little,

"There's only so many times you can be called 'Dick' without snapping some necks."

Ica tilted her head to one side and smirked, indeed she seemed to meet a lot more people who liked killing and maiming here than she had ever met, she didn't know why that was, maybe Hogwarts made all the crazy killers gather around it, who knows? Folding her arms across her chest Ica looked to the floor where the pool of blood still lay from her kill.

"Too true. Too true. There are so many people around here that enjoy killing I'm beginning to think I'm normal. And this is me we're talking about here."

Laughing a little bit Ica looked happily at Richard.

"Ah, thats a compliment I've never had before, normally it's 'Oh hello thats a nice knife you have held to my throat.'"

Waving her hand Ica muttered:

"What is in a name? Your reputation speaks out louder than your name."

Richard watched her with interest as she began to inspect the pool of blood. He followed her gaze to the blood, twirling a finger in it's general direction to cause a small amount of it to begin to swirl in a pattern,

"It's this country I think. No offence if you're from here originally, but we don't have this many killers in Germany. And most of us learn the Dark Arts." he shrugged a little before smiling, "So who are you then Ica? Or is that a little too far for me to ask?"

He chuckled a little,

"While I love a good knife, more than most people, I think my first response would be to move." he grinned a little, "Or make some kind of smart ass remark."

Richard raised an eyebrow, looking up at the ceiling once again,

"What's in a name? Your reputation is in your name." he closed his eyes a little, "A name is something that can't be taken from you."

Ica grinned as the blood began to move in a pattern and she tilted her head to one side looking at the forms that it made, getting a little distracted by it she forgot that Richard had asked her a question and she had to snap herself out of her daze and force herself to look away from the blood. After all, it would be there in a minute.

"Who am I? I do not even know the answer to that question, does anyone truly know who they are? Or do they find out only upon their moment of death. I suppose I am just a teenager, unsure of what lies before her and what happened in her past the only thing I really have are my sisters. Who Richard are you?"

Laughing a little bit Ica ran a hand through her hair.

"Believe it or not someone actually said that to me, poor guy didn't think I'd have the guts to do it. He was wrong."

Ica shrugged her shoulders and then she scowled directing her gaze to the floor not to Richard so she wouldn't antagonize him.

"You would think that and yet it happens."

Richard smiled a little,

"A very deep answer Ica. I can already tell you're a rather intelligent young woman." he smirked a little bit before deciding to tell her a little bit about himself, "Me? I'm Richard. Transfiguration master. Alchemist. Son. Father. Husband. Brother. A lot of things to a number of people, some of whom are dead and others who are far from it."

He rolled his eyes a little and nodded in agreement,

"Some people believe that just because they don't have the guts to do something, no one else does either." he smirked, "Which is a failure of logic really. Otherwise no one would ever be killed."

He frowned a little but stayed silent for a moment before looking back down at Ica,

"A name is given to you by your parents. Or by your handler. Or by the state. These are surface names. A true name is something you know instinctively inside your own mind." he shrugged a little, "For example, I'm not called Richard in my mind."

Ica smiled softly at Richard when he told her that she was intelligent, she rarely got to be so in this form, she just kind of killed people then got sucked under by her idiot sisters, made to dress up in pathetic Disney costumes or hide in a germ free room for hours like some sort of child. Sighing she nodded at what he said.

"It sounds like you have a very good life...a wife and a child you must love them very much. I would say you love your siblings but from my own experience you may not."

Smirking she remembered the face on that guy, sheer disbelief.

"As annoying as those people are, it is so funny the look on their face when you kill them. It makes me feel warm and happy inside."

Ica frowned a little bit, she had never thought what her real name was, she never had the time, never had the focus to, after all she never had much time to be her before she was taken away. Shrugging her shoulders she merely stated:

"Everyone has their own thoughts they do not necissarily mesh with anothers."

Richard smiled warmly at the mention of his wife and child,

"I do have a good life. I love them so very much. And we've been blessed; soon my family shall grow and I shall have another child." his warm smile lingered for a moment before dropping, "My siblings are all dead. I killed them all in one fashion or another."

He chuckled a little,

"Warm and happy inside huh?" he shook his head with a smile, "Well I guess if that's what it takes to get that feeling. I'm lucky enough to get it for nothing, just by being around my wife and child."

Nodding a little he agreed,

"I suppose not." he admitted before shrugging, "But there's got to be a baseline right? Otherwise we'd all be entirely different."

Ica saw the way that Richard smiled at the mention of his wife and child and she almost asked him for a bucket. She had never felt like that for anyone before and she doubted that she ever would, her sister Jess had some stupid little crush on Gene but he was taken already and the only other guy she had met was Aspen, true he was cool, but no. Not in a million years.

"I dont know if me or my siblings have ever been truly alive. WHat is it to be alive...?"

She asked quite seriously. Ica didn't know what it was like. She only felt alive when she was in control of this body and most of the time she wasnt.

"I have to feel that way about something and I have no husband or child to think that way about, and in any event, they probably wouldn't be alive still."

Shrugging her shoulders Ica lapsed into silence looking at the puddle of blood and it's patterns again.

Richard frowned for a little bit, thinking about it, before he smiled a little,

"My master used to say 'A man never feels more alive than when he's taking the life of another'." he smiled a little more, "If we go with that then to be alive is to kill and then to die. Easy to remember, I like it."

He nodded a little,

"True enough." he agreed before sighing a little, "So apart from killing some fools... what you doing around the school? You seem smart enough already."

Ica chuckled and shook her head, she knew there must be a reaosn for Richard being the way that he was and it seemed that he was that way because his Master had influenced him, she thought however, he had been like this since born, it was a way of mind, not something you develop.

"I feel alive a lot of the time then...it just doesn't feel like it."

Scowling Ica balled her hands into fists in frustration.

"I didn't come here with the intention of going to Hogwarts, I have never been and never will go, I don't know what I was doing here really just wandering, trying to have a relax find something interesting to do."

Smirking she tilted her head to one side.

"And you came her to stop the ickle biddy kiddies from being frightened. How sweet."

Richard smiled sadly at her for a few second before shaking his head and looking away,

"Most people can't tell if they really are alive..." he sighed a little and rubbed at his eyes, "Or if they're only dreaming. They mill around like sheep and think they're alive, think they're awake. But they're not. They're still dead."

He frowned a little,

"There are certain kinds of people in life Ica." he smiled a little, "You're a Fallen Sheepdog and soon you'll be a Wolf, like me. The ordinary people? They're sheep. Sheepdogs protect them. Fallen Sheepdogs are the ones who have turned their backs on the sheep and are on their way to becoming Wolves. Wolves... well they kill. Not much else."

He shrugged a little,

"Well if home-schooling or self-teaching works for you then who am I to judge?"

Richard smirked a little,

"Pfft. I only came because they pay me for this." he shrugged a little before grinning, "Oh well. At least I get to meet interesting people."

Ica could tell that this man was also as deep as her when it came to their thoughts, sighing she placed her head in her hands, she would do anything to have her own body and to be her own person for once but she couldn't not until she found a way.

"Most people do not know the truth, and if you do not know the truth you cannot know what it means to be alive."

Peeking out from between her fingers Jess smirked, she was a sheepdog? A fallen one? She hadn't fallen from anything, she had never protected humanity because she was turned from it so long ago.

"I've never protected humanity. I've been kept from them all these years I can't have done nor would I have wanted to had I been here."

Snoring Ica hugged herself and looked at Richard from where he was sitting.

"Interesting is just a nice way of saying crazy...and I wasn't homeschooled, I learnt everything myself."

Richard shrugged a little,

"And you can't be told the truth." he agreed, "You have to figure it out for yourself."

He rolled his eyes a little with a small smirk,

"It's not a completely accurate diagram Ica, I'm good but I'm not omniscient." he smiled a little, "Just means your closer to being a wolf than others. You might have jumped a few stages or something, I don't know."

Richard frowned,

"I don't like to use terms like 'crazy' and 'insane'." he paused for a few seconds before smiling slightly, "Because by their standards I'm crazy too. Paranoid and sociopathic. Both are bullshit but it helps them sleep at night."

Ica nodded she did indeed have to find out the truth for herself and she was thoroughly surprised whe n she felt herself being pushed back into the furthest corner of her mind by Jess who seemed to be rather in a hype today, Jess smiled and her whole body language changed, she became very relaxed and as she looked at the blood she gasped.

"Oh noes!!! Ica's been bad AGAIN!?"

She hung her head.

"My sister is really very naughty...."

Almost forgetting there was another person in the room Jess suddenly jumped as she saw him, bounding over to him and holding out her hand she smiled and cocked her head to one side.

"Hello Mister, I'm Jess it's nice to meet you!"

At seeing the complete personality 180 just before she gasped, Richard pulled his wand out, pointing it at the woman that had been Ica on a few seconds ago,

"You're her sister? In the same body?" he raised an eyebrow before nodding at her a little, "I'd be pleased if you'd appologise. You seem to interrupted a conversation we were having."

When she made a move towards him he almost sent a curse at her but he judged her action as non-violent by the weird skip in her step. He put his wand back in it's holster slowly before shaking the hand,

"I'm Richard. Nice to meet you Jess." He tilted his own head to the side slightly, "I'm surprised your sister didn't mention me. We only met recently after all."