Open A Pop Of Colour

[Professor Leif Odegard]

Leif had been trying to get his thoughts in order and his plans for the future figured out. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be having any luck with that yet. He was struggling, but he didn't want to show it. Especially not to his girlfriend. She seemed far more certain of what she wanted with her life after Hogwarts and he didn't want her to know that he wasn't so sure at all. What if he eventually decided to do something that would force them to go their seperate ways? It was a thought that had often crossed his mind and it was why he had felt like he couldn't talk to Therese about it. At least not untill he had actually figured out what it is that he wanted to do with his life after school. Feeling a desperate need to get away from the castle once again Leif had made his way onto the grounds. Only this time he wasn't heading towards his favourite spot close to the lake. No, instead of going where he would always go the boy decided he would do something different. Perhaps doing something that wouldn't be expected of him would help him get some clarity on things. So instead of heading towards the water he made his way to the garden. The seventeen year old didn't spend a lot of time around the garden, but he enjoyed strolling through them every once in a while. ​

 

[Chante Harvelle-Ateara]

Chante decided to take a break from her studies and patrolling the corridors for a day. She has been at it nonstop since starting the new school year and has done a lot of baking as she had originally planned in between her studies and prefect duties. Chante didn’t know how she managed it all, but she did so without overwhelming herself too much. It’s all about finding that perfect balance, and so far this year she been doing it alright. Minus being shoved into Viktor Styx by the awful girl, her sixth year was looking out to be not so bad of a year. She wishes to carry on like that for the rest of the year. If only she had her very own little bottle of ‘Liquid Luck’ that would be guaranteed. Or maybe not, if brewed incorrectly she may mistakenly give herself bad luck. As she took the day off to regenerate some energy, Chante finds herself wandering through the garden with her fingers outstretched touching the flowers as she walked on by. It’s been a very long time since she last took these very same steps and enjoyed the blooming of flowers all around her. She used to do so when she was much younger, smaller, and looked a whole lot different than she did these days.