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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 19, 2009 2:22:06 GMT -5
So…you tripped over nothing. Arrow, her best friend merely stated in a bored voice as he recalled the reason they were in the hospital wing at that moment. His steel eyes looked at her sheepish crystal blue eyes as they looked up at him, a silly grin on her face as she rubbed the back of her head. The white-linen bed was sort of comfortable as she sat indian-style on it. Her black skinny jeans and purple, form-fitting tee was replaced with black basketball shorts and a long sleeved gray shirt so the nurse had easy access to her chest where she had bruised three ribs when she tripped over her own two feet and slammed into a stone bench outside.
Shrugging her shoulders and laying back on the bed so her legs were still crossed, she sighed. It’s really not my fault those inanimate objects are out to get me. She grumbled closing her eyes. Her chest was not to be twisted or her to be sitting up for elongated amounts of time; her ribs were suppose to heal for the rest of the day. The nurse had given her a potion and wrapped her entire chest in bandages so it made movements a bit stiff. Her lean body protested against her movement and she stretched her legs and rested her arms over her face so she didn’t have to deal with the annoyance.
Arrow snorted in laughter at her. Can we avoid me having to help you hear for a month? Or are your feet going to land you in here again? His cold voice floated through the medical atmosphere clearly standing out. She was pretty much the only important person in his life at the moment right now. Aiden was a close second but he was always too preoccupied with the store or this other thing he always had to do…
You’re so mean, ‘Row! she whined in laughter and he smirked at her frustration and shrugged. It’s what I’m here for Ray. I’ve got to go to class. I’ll visit later. And with that he walked out, his Slytherin robes sweeping behind him as he exited. Sharada became pretty bored after this and couldn’t get comfortable as she twisted and turned in her bed trying to get a tiny bit more comfortable. Sighing, she stood up and leaned against the headboard and winced in a little bit of pain and discomfort. She didn’t care though and reached over taking her magical camera. Fiddling with the options she looked through the lens and pointed it into the corner of the room where a student was looking out the window.
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Post by rune on Jun 19, 2009 13:09:58 GMT -5
He could feel himself waking up against his will. But there was an annoyance in the room that seemed to overshadow his dreams. An annoyance that he hadn't even really payed attention to, until that annoyance started to talk. A deep, calloused voice of a slytherin Rune could not stand...just because he was way too mean to everyone that passed. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself laying on a rather comfortable bed in the hospital wing. How had he gotten in there again? Oh, yeah...the flu. As quietly as he could, he sat up, just in time to see that annoyingly angry slytherin get up and leave the room. Rune tried not to glare after him. Though he didn't remember his name (Rune had a terrible memory when it came to names, or just people in particular), he remembered his cold stare. It made Rune want to punch the guy's face.
There was silence when the slytherin left. Silence that Rune wasn't sure he welcomed. He wasn't a fan of silence...he preferred unnecessary noise. But it was nearly impossible to come across such noise in a hospital wing. Rune had studied the only other person in the room, a seemingly impatient girl who he had never seen before. But he soon grew bored with her inability to stay seated. He turned instead toward the window.
How Rune longed for a piano. His fingers craved music at the moment, particularly because everything in the room was jut too silent. Rune wanted to sing so badly...but that would be too awkward, just randomly starting to sing in front of some random girl in a hospital wing. He wished he were in Venice. In Venice, if he started to randomly sing, people would fall in love with him. In the UK, people just stared in annoyance. It pissed him off.
A small click alerted him, and Rune turned his head fast to see the girl clicking away on a magical camera. Rune's expression was blunt. He tossed his black hair out of his blacker eyes and gave an intense stare. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice indifferently deep, if not slightly annoyed.
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 19, 2009 13:42:30 GMT -5
Lowering her camera down to her lap, her crystal blue eyes kept their viewing of the exotic boy. Never had she met someone with such dark eyes that surpassed their hair color…it intrigued her. People never captured her attention for long periods of time. She was always moving, never really able to focus. Call her absent-minded but she preferred ‘bored-with-the-predictable-world’. I’m…taking a picture? She turned the rather obvious response into a question as if that’s really not what she was doing in his eyes. You make a good picture. She stated as she looked down at her camera. She took the Polaroid that popped up and saw that it wasn’t moving which made the picture all the better.
The sunlight was shining on him and the picture was in black and white. His dark hair was swept over his brilliant eyes and he seemed like he was longing for an escape of some sort. Looking back up at the boy she smiled softly. Did you want to see it? She asked referring to the picture. He was beautiful in her eyes and was immediately drawn to him. But…this whole attraction scared her in more than one way. All she had in her life was Arrow as far as people went. They were best friends and roommates. He saved her from an unwanted fate and she was eternally grateful to him. This new guy…she had no idea who he was. Him being male and a stranger made her distrust in him all the greater.
But she couldn’t deny this attraction she had to him. Sighing, she knew she better not get any farther in this then she had accidentally. She was happy when it was just her and Arrow. Although ‘Row met that new girl that he is starting to like. That single thought made her zone out a bit as she looked at her camera, fiddling with the buttons again. Her crystal eyes dimmed a bit as she imagined a world where Arrow was all about this new girl and Ray became alone again. Her grasp became a little tighter and she realized she couldn’t allow that to happen; being alone, a canvas to pain, was more than she could handle. But…she couldn’t imagine a world where she and this new guy were friends…people were just…not trustworthy.
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Post by rune on Jun 19, 2009 14:02:01 GMT -5
Her answer made him roll his eyes. So she was a smart mouth. He turned back toward the window, so as to avoid looking into her eyes. Rune just didn't do that with people. Flying alone, with absolutely no one to tell him what to do or say...and no one to captivate him...that was who he was. "No...really? I had no idea!" His sarcasm raged like a plague. His eyes turned to peak at her again...it was hard not to look at a pretty girl, especially when she was standing right in front of him. But he did his best to pay no mind to her. Her voice was a tinkling beauty as she mentioned the picture she had taken of him. He glanced to her from the corner of his eyes. Was she giving him a compliment? Or was that just sarcasm really well hidden? He couldn't be sure. "Why are you taking pictures of me? Do I even know you?"
His body was facing away from her, giving her his profile, as he faced the window. But his head had turned so that he was giving her a small bit of attention...even though he didn't do it completely on purpose. "Why would I want to see it? I could just look into a mirror." He ran a strong hand through his black hair as he tried to contain his curiosity...he actually did want to see the Polaroid in her delicate hands. From where he sat...it didn't look like the picture was moving. It made him miss the world outside magic. Shifting slightly in his bed, he let a small smile show without noticing it. "Do you do this a lot? Take pictures of strangers and show them the outcome?"
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 19, 2009 14:29:47 GMT -5
A small smile appeared on her face. It was fun to converse with someone with the same sarcastic humor as herself. It made a dull conversation if someone didn’t know how to detect sarcasm or was overly sensitive to it and would walk away in a huff thinking she was just some rude loner who needed to get a major personality change. The former happened too often and Ray believed she had grown immune to insults now. It’s alright, we all learn something new each day. She said, laughter dancing in her voice. She looked back at her camera and continued to play with the options as she felt his eyes on her. Just his gaze sent shivers through her body.
Shaking her head she looked up sheepishly. I don’t believe so. I’m in Hufflepuff and I spend most of my time outside. She said giving only a little bit of info about herself. She was a little outgoing, never making friends, but she never talked about her past or deep facts about her self. And besides, like I said, the view of you from here made a good picture. She said not even realizing she was complimenting him. She was speaking purely on an artistic level. Now that she thought about it…a small red hue gathered in her cheeks and she looked down at her camera.
She shrugged her shoulders at his question and picked up the Polaroid again. Looking at the picture she smiled. I don’t think a mirror could show you this. The black and white picture showed an artistic beauty that she didn’t think any mirror or self-view could show. Hearing his voice again, she looked up at him, her crystal blue eyes rimmed in black looked at him and she smiled sheepishly shaking her head, her slightly wavy dark hair shook with her head movement. People usually don’t catch me. Natural pictures show much more beauty than posed pictures.
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Post by rune on Jun 20, 2009 23:19:08 GMT -5
Her return sarcasm brought a light smile to his face. Ah...a sarcastic smart-mouth. He thought he would be annoyed by her, but maybe...just maybe...he might like her. It wasn't every day that someone would respond positively to sarcasm. He lifted a hand to his neck and cleverly tried to look sheepish, though a mischievous grin had already grown on his lips. "Thank you, fair lady, for making my day so much brighter then it was ten seconds ago. My life is now complete." His eyes were probing her, now more curiously, as she played around with her camera. She had a unique way of holding things...and the way her hand brushed against the camera made him wonder just how soft her delicate fingers were...
His expression was curious too. A hufflepuff...always outside. It wondered him how he didn't know her, for he too was always outside the confinements of the castle walls. Even in rain, he would be out. He hated staying in. Then again, Rune never payed attention to his surroundings unless they interested him...and they rarely interested him. He was a loner, and he liked it that way. "Its just better outside," he said indifferently, turning his attention back to the window. Such a beautiful day...and he was locked up...with a random..beautiful...hufflepuff. He sighed.
His curiosity intensified. He glanced again at the picture in wonderment...how good did she seriously think she was. Her comment made Rune look at her quizzically. She was either really creepy...or really amazing. He chose to discard the former. People weren't creepy in his eyes. Which left..."Okay, lemme see it. It can't be that horrible can it?"
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 20, 2009 23:43:43 GMT -5
Hearing his words only made her look at him and laugh in response. It was always a plus when she could laugh at someone’s words. Nowadays people usually only asked stupid questions, both students and teachers alike. There was the classic ‘are you pureblood’, followed by ‘what’s your allegiance’. They were very repetitive and oh-so-boring. This boy had a charisma that she liked. I aim to please, kind sir. She replied with a small grin on her face as she watched him. His skin was pale slightly and she was tempted to walk right on over there and see if his eyes were as dark as they portrayed themselves to be.
She nodded her head and looked down at her camera again, beginning to become bored with fiddling with the thing. She needed a new nervous habit. Much better than being trapped in stone walls. She agreed with him thinking of the cold damp rocks she would run her fingers over as she walked down the hallways. Outside, however, it was open, it was natural, it was untamed, it was free. How she wished she would stop hurting herself though…What brings you in here? She wondered, the boy seemed fine enough…
Surprise overtook her as she looked up. She didn’t think he would actually want to see the picture. Looking down she saw the black and white still where it showed his profile on the hospital bed, his dark eyes covered by his side swept black hair looking out the window that was whiter than the rest of the picture. It looked like he was trapped, looking for something else…or longing for the outdoors. It could go either way. Swinging her legs around she was glad her basketball shorts went to her knees, covering up some scars. Walking over to his bed, she sat down at the end of it and handed him the Polaroid. When he took it, she brought her arm to her and her other hand began tracing scars through the cotton material. Her blue eyes looked up at him, wondering what he thought.
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Post by rune on Jun 21, 2009 0:16:22 GMT -5
He let out a small laugh, unable to contain it. With a sweep of his hand, he brushed his hair to the side again, only to let the black bangs fall back into place over dark eyes. "There must be some way I could repay you. You have done too much kindness." he had begun to chortle. He was good at sarcasm, but it had been a long time since he had had this much of an interesting conversation with a person. It was starting to get to him, and when things got to him...he couldn't help but giggle, even if it was just a bit.
He let her agreement enter his head, and he glanced at her slightly in acknowledgment. "Solid," he said, taking up a word he had learned when traveling through North America for a month last year. With her question, he glanced at her again, this time his gaze lingering on hers. "Its my third day in here. Apparently if you have a temp of a hundred and two, you shouldn't be doing much." He smiled sadly and looked back out the window. "I have a bad flu...what brings you to the confines of this wretched room?"
His eyes followed her as she got up from her bed and made the trip to his. He evaluated her loose clothes, and wondered deeply how she would look if those clothes were tight fitted...but hastily tried to think about something else. He couldn't afford to be into a girl, especially not a school girl. He had still too much to live for. And love wasn't something he wanted to live. He looked at her as she sat next to him and took the Polaroid into his hands, brushing hers gently on accident. They were soft...
The picture was stunning. It didn't even look like him. It looked more like something you would see in a muggle museum...details captivated in a way he had never seen before. was that really the way he had looked only a moment ago? He seemed so lost...so out of tune in the picture. It made Rune, frankly, a bit confused. "You sure this is me?" he said softly, his voice changed in tune. It was lighter now, almost breathless, as he took in the beauty of her photograph.
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 21, 2009 0:50:37 GMT -5
Watching him being unable to keep his hair where he wanted made her withheld a smile. She wanted to run her small, lithe fingers through his hair. Take in the feel. See if it was soft like she imagined it to be. You must jest, for you’ve been the far to kind one. Besides, being in one’s company such as yourself is payment enough. She said smirking a bit at him. This conversation was fun, and filled of life. They even topped the conversations between her and Arrow most of the time! She couldn’t help but let a giggle out.
She quirked an eyebrow at his word and tilted her head in a cute way a bit confused. Stone tends to be so…yes. She said slowly, unsure of what he meant when he said ‘solid’. He answered her question and she smiled sympathetically. Probably not, has it gone down at all? She could tell he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Blushing a bit, she looked down remembering her klutz move from earlier that day. I…kind of…fell and bruised some ribs against a stone table outside. She admitted bashfully. Looking up slightly, her own long bangs falling slightly in front of her crystal eyes she smiled sheepishly. It wasn’t the first time poor footwork left her in the hospital wing. Thankfully she would be released later. She would just feel some discomfort.
His hand brushed against her own as he went to take the picture. His soft skin left her breathless and she kept her gaze where their hands had just touched, a bit more interested in tracing the scar on her arm. Why did his touch, let alone just a simple look into his eyes, left her feeling this way? She couldn’t even conjure up a word to describe it. She barely knew him though, she didn’t trust him, but she couldn’t help but know that there was this attraction between the two she couldn’t deny. Looking up at his reluctant question she smiled and leaned forward so her head was right near his and looked at the picture. Looking back at him so there was minimal space between the two she smiled and said Yup! You’re the only one in here. She said leaning back - very aware of her racing heartbeat that she got from being so near him, the scent he had of the outdoors and vanilla still lingering in her senses.
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Post by rune on Jun 21, 2009 1:11:03 GMT -5
He laughed a bit more this time. He had turned his full attention to her no, his body facing toward her in interest. "Jest, I do not! You must tell me of a way I can repay you. I will be forever tormented if I don't!" He could feel sarcasm lift from his voice, replaced by joking lightness. He liked talking in this way...it made him feel his age. He felt lighter then he had in a long time. It helped that her eyes were full of something so intense, so human...he found he was growing to love the way her eyes looked at him, so fascinated with him...it was almost funny. But he couldn't complain, and besides...his own eyes couldn't stop looking at her in the same way, despite the fact that he hadn't yet realized it.
He looked at her in confusion, registered what she had said, then smiled genuinely. It followed with a hearty laugh. He threw his head back and let the laughter escape his throat freely. "No, no. Its an American expression." his laughter was engraved in his voice. This girl was funny. She was so interesting, it made him want to laugh all day. It wasn't usual for him to want to laugh so much...and it was even stranger for someone to actually make him laugh. "Yeah, its gone down. Now I just have to wait for the virus to leave. Or something like that. He winced a bit at her pain. "Ouch. How did you manage that? Trip over something?"
Her voice made him lift his gaze. She was suddenly so very close...he could see the details on her face. Her skin was slightly flushed at her cheeks...they looked soft. Her hair blew slightly over her crystalline eyes, like silk. Amazement filled his expression. Her lips, he noticed, were soft and pink...it made him long for something he hadn't longed for ever before. But he couldn't be sure what it was. His mind had drifted away from the photograph in his hands...it only filled with images of her. "Beautiful," he whispered. He didn't even know he had said it, or what he was referring to anymore.
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 21, 2009 1:42:29 GMT -5
He had turned toward her and she got a front on view of the boy. His body was lean and she could tell that he was most likely the most attractive guy she had set her eyes on. He carried himself in a confident manner, he didn’t seem to think much of it. His movements seemed so…natural. She envied that of himself. Ray always had to watch herself in case she decided to allow her klutziness invade again. Why, sir! I do believe I have already stated that the only form of payment I am requiring is to be in the presence of one as brilliant as you! Her rebuttal responding almost as soon as she heard the suave words leaving his mouth. Her camera laid forgotten in her lap. She didn’t need to fidget in an uncomfortable manner anymore.
She smiled sheepishly, a small blush gracing her cheeks as she stored that bit of information in her memory. Curiosity filled her through, completely interested in him. She wanted to learn about him. She wanted to know everything. Did you visit America? She asked for his accent was British and didn’t hint toward anything foreign beside that one strange word. He definitely was exotic to her. He was unlike any of the other guys in this school. She smiled softly and nodded her head. Sounds like Madame Pomphrey. She said with a small giggle remembering all her escapades here. In fact, the bed she was on now might as well become her bed for no other fills it. Yup, my feet tend to trip me without a moments notice. She said a bit disdainfully. But, no worries, I’ve had worse. She said mostly to herself.
Beautiful… That one word stood out among the racing thoughts in her mind as she looked at him. Leaning back a bit had given them a bit more distance but she was sitting on her feet now and their bodies were still close. Shrugging it off she didn’t want to assume he was talking about her even though his dark eyes had focused on her. The pink hue on her cheeks grew a bit more prominent and she smiled. That’s what I said about the picture but you didn’t believe me. She said playing it off that he was talking about it. If only he knew how ugly she really was…
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Post by rune on Jun 21, 2009 2:04:20 GMT -5
"Wah!" he exclaimed, and the sound he made almost startled him. His face contorted into laughter, and he found his ribs hurt a bit. "Such lowly company such as my own? It can never be payment enough! Please, fair maiden, request your needs. It will be my honor to give them to you." He felt strangely like a medieval knight...and he was liking this strange feeling..
He nodded indifferently. Yeah, I've been. Have you?" He shrugged. "I lived there for a month before it bored me. Then I went to Venice." Rune's face lit up with memories of Venice, Italy. Now that was life. He nodded in agreement, then started to laugh again. "You inflicted that much damage on yourself by tripping over your own feet? Wow, you're wonderful." He let his sarcasm flow again...but it wasn't an accented sarcasm anymore. "Very graceful. Amazing."
He frowned a bit in confusion. Picture? "Huh?" He blinked, and in the movement realized where he was. She was still looking at him intently, and he found himself blushing a bit. Looking away, and back to the picture, Rune felt like a total idiot. "Oh, yeah, yeah...the picture. It's amazing. You're good." He cleared his throat, trying to keep himself from looking like a total idiot. "Are you a photographer?"
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 21, 2009 2:25:04 GMT -5
She loved the sound of laughter. She never really got it growing up and even lately she heard none for Arrow was always in the worst of moods. The boy laughed and everytime he laughed it was contagious and she couldn’t help but to laugh in return. Well, since my knight in shining armor does not believe his company to satisfy my needs, I’ll request one more thing. Does this knight have a name? She asked curiously, a smile on her face, interest blazing in her eyes.
Shifting a bit at his question, she looked down fiddling with her camera once again. Nah, I’ve only been to my old home in London, my new home in Hogsmeade, and here. Listening to his snippet about Italy she looked in interest. Italy? That must have been…extraordinary! She said looking back up at him impressed. Her thoughts wandered off to daydreams of living there once again like usual…but this time a dark haired, darker eyed boy accompanied her. Snapping out of it, she smiled and giggled. I fall with the highest amount of grace, if I do say so myself. No one could pull it off like I can! She joked even though she always felt like a fool for being so klutzy.
Something was a bit different in his expression as she mentioned the picture and she noticed his embarrassment. He was beautiful His dark eyes lived up to their portrayal, she couldn’t even make out where the pupil began and ended. Maybe if she was a bit closer…no she wouldn’t let herself think that way. He would think she was insane…maybe even more insane that she was moments away from running her fingers through his hair. Oh how she wanted to… Listening to his compliments she smiled softly and blushed once more. She never remembered blushing this much. Thank you. A small voice escaped. No…I’m just a lover of pictures and can’t help but to take some myself. She said modestly. Looking back up at his eyes through a curtain of dark hair she memorized his face, every mark, every line. He was a masterpiece. His lips looked softer than his hair, his dark eyes drew her in, his skin looked like perfection, his physique was calling to her. Why couldn’t she investigate further without worries of him thinking she was completely insane? She didn’t realize the space between the two was growing a little bit smaller whether from her curious advances or even his own, she couldn’t tell who was advancing.
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Post by rune on Jun 21, 2009 12:06:25 GMT -5
Rune blushed minutely at her comment. Knight in shining armor. He looked down at himself. He wore only cotton pajama bottoms and a soft white t-shirt. He hardly looked knightly. But he shrugged. He was confident in everything he wore. He let out a tinkle of laughter. It was sarcasm they were using. He almost forgot. How could he let himself take the knight thing seriously? He turned to her and winked. "Alas, a request! I have a name. It's Rune." His eyes twinkled mischievously, and he thought maybe...he could push it with flirting. "Does this mean I belong to you now? If so, then I must know the name of the maiden who owns me"
He grimaced at the thought of only being to three places ever. With an appalled shake of his head, he looked at her in confusion. How could that even be? "That's it? But...the world is just outside these gates. Why haven't you stepped out yet?" He didn't ever think money was an issue...he was a vagabond, he went where his feet chose. And family wasn't an issue either...he had none. "Italy was the most beautiful country I have ever set foot on." his thoughts clouded over with memories of music, culture and beauty. Adventure on the streets of water. Venice...his dream come true. "It was my heaven..." he whispered.
It was as if his mind had clouded over. He cared very little about her talent with pictures...at least at the moment. Sure, he thought it was an extraordinary art. He thought she had talent. But talent was far from his mind when a sculpture of beauty lingered before him. Her small body, perfectly sized to fit his 5'11" height, seemed to lean forward, as if he were a magnet pulling her in. It was a bit hard to breathe, with such proximity. He had been with girls before, but never one like this...so fragile and beautiful, so innocent and...amazed. He found he couldn't resist the way her hair fell into her soft and breathtaking eyes. His travel-worn hands swept her bangs from her face. Such soft hair...softer then he had imagined it. He pushed a lock behind her ear, and hoped she wouldn't get scared at his minute touches.
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Post by Sharada Sanspree on Jun 21, 2009 23:57:53 GMT -5
It seemed her knight comment confused him for a moment but she knew that behind the words was an ounce of truth. Who else could save her from the boredom of the hospital wing? Rune…it was such a beautiful name. It could be either a destroyed aftermath…or a mystery waiting to be decoded. She was leaning toward the former; the boy was a mystery to her and she wanted to learn, she wanted to crack the code named Rune. And the following words made her blush slightly and she smiled in modesty. There was definitely a teasing flirt behind the words and she felt that they had dropped sarcasm a while ago. Perhaps, we shall see. She wanted to be in his presence as long as possible. Sharada, but call me Ray. She answered, her name was the only good thing she received from her parents.
Nodding her head a bit solemnly, she looked down thinking of her old home. I haven’t had the chance to. Family issues and now I work during vacations to live in my apartment I have with Arrow. Her answer was slightly vague, she knew it would leave some questions behind, but she wasn’t willing to open up that much to this boy…no matter how gorgeous he was and how much he already worked his way into her heart. Smiling softly as she dreamed of Italy, an exotic heaven where she could be away from the troubles of the world she knew as London, she sighed. If only; now that would truly be an adventure. She said smiling at him. Maybe she would go backpacking after Hogwarts ended?
She was small, only five feet one inch, her body was very petite and anyone could tell she was either a little premature or malnourished at one point in her life if they had saw her parents. She felt small next to him, but…she felt drawn in…she felt safe…that’s right…for the first time in her life she felt safe and comfortable next to someone of the male gender. Arrow usually made her awkward with his violent tendencies and his cold exterior. This boy had some walls, but…it was a mysterious fog that she would just have to maneuver around instead of steel walls she had to bash in just to get a sneak peek in. His hand reached up and brushed away locks of her hair behind her ear. Leaning forward only a little bit more, she rested some of her faltering balance on her right hand against the bed, her left reached up so she could wrap her fingers around his arm, neither pushing away or pulling forward. Her eyes fluttered close as her heart rate increased. How could he have this effect on her? His rough hands felt like heaven against her soft skin. Opening her eyes once more, she looked straight into his dark eyes, a small pink hue lingering on her cheeks. What is happening? Her very small voice escaped, exposing some of her thoughts as she never felt like this before.
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