A simple adventure

[Armand Mayfair]

Armand wouldn't call this a risk. Really, since Hogwarts was built, all the professors could only blabber about the forbidden forest. "Do not dare enter that place." and "If you want to get punished so badly, then go to that forest." or "Beware of the forbidden forest." It's not like they aren't tempting the students with those warnings. Armand thought they were oddly annoying. Did he ever enter the forest before? He couldn't possibly remember. But right now, risky or not, Armand was standing in the middle of the forest.

"Hmm.. What do we have here? A misty surrounding.. Gigantic trees.. Wet ground--" he paused as he noticed a pair of students running the opposite direction. "And oh. Some fellow students." he finished his sentence with a smile.

He had his wand with him, of course, in case he needed it. And Armand never really left his wand. As a wizard, a wizard ought to treat his wand as though it was his own life. Yes, there are those who do not need them to cast a spell, but Armand knew he wasn't one of those crazy prodigies. He clutched his wand, making sure he had it, and then lessened his grip with relief.

"I wonder what would happen if I meet an ugly creature here.." he exclaimed, saying his thoughts again--a habit of his. "Then Prince Charming would probably save me--or not. I am Prince Charming." Armand had to smirk at this. He wasn't that vain at all, but the mere thought of narcissism was enough for him to find this dull forest a funny place. He continued walking, wondering if he'll encounter someone.

 

[Sara Moon]

Sara was lurking in the woods, reading a book by the light of her wand. She heard a sound, footsteps. Curious, she stood up "Nox." she whispered, the light at the tip of her wand extinguished. She stepped out from in front of a tree. "Prince Charming?" she asked, "A bit cliche-don't you think?" she asked the boy, who was in the forest near her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. She was here to read, she often came here-to be by herself. She stepped out of the shadow, the sunlight shining on her face and hair. "Sara Aisling Moon. First year Ravenclaw." she added, as means of an explanation. "And you are?"

Since her change in financial status, Sara had adopted a lady-like manner, which she was oblivious to. It was charming and sweet, yet it did not lead people to believe she was simple and childish. She could have fun, but was not easily fooled. She walked once more into the shadow, her face hidden once more.

 

[Armand Mayfair]

All of a sudden, an unfamiliar voice came. It was that of a girl, Armand was sure of that. He turned around to see--yes, a girl. Armand only beamed at the girl's comment about Prince Charming. "Oh, but don't you think Prince Charming is a great guy? He saved a lot of beautiful maidens, and loved them all equally." Armand exclaimed with an almost dignified look, although humble in all its respect. He wasn't really the type you'd hate to look at.

Without losing his smile, Armand listened as the girl asked him questions. "I'm Armand Mayfair. Nice to meet you, Sara." he said and stretched his hand out for a handshake. Studying the girl, Armand decided to himself that it was his first time to see her. Or maybe not? He couldn't really recall all the names of everyone he met. Looking up at the impossibly tall trees, he smiled again. "Well, I'm not really sure why I'm here. Maybe I'm just bored. How about you, though, Sara?"

 

[Sara Moon]

Sara smiled, at the boys comment, but knew she could top it. "Personally, I'd prefer Robin Hood, Prince Charming sounds like a bit of a goody-two-shoes. Plus, I think he's a bit greedy, couldn't he have stuck with Cinderella, why did he need Belle, and Sleeping Beauty too?" She smiled, nonchalantly. The boy looked at her, Sara looked straight back, and shook his hand.

"Hello." she smiled, her pupils growing larger, in the receding light. "Maybe?" she commented, then continued. "I came to read, I do that-It means I can get away from..everything." she shrugged her shoulders, and looked around the forest, she was still in a bit of a dream-state, that she often went into, when alone. She wasn't her usual loud, funny self. She was more, her inner -self, the one she didn't let people see.

 

[Armand Mayfair]

"Are you telling me that you prefer a thief--no, worse--a dog over a handsome man?" he asked, though not insultingly. Armand was enjoying this rather peculiar topic. He was dead tired of arguing with Marianne who was too superficial to begin with. But this girl could be a waste of time to him. Well, rather than the books in the library, right? Armand didn't really like reading. "And Robin Hood doesn't have all the necessary decency, anyway. Prince Charming might have thought that he needed to love other women besides Cinderella so that he could save them. Well, he couldn't have brought Snow White to life without his kiss."

Armand listened as the girl told him about getting away from everything through reading. He didn't really fancy those kinds of things. He thought it's all to common to think like that. "Ah, but that's the magic of books, isn't it? Writers make books so that they can drag us away from this world into worlds that can never exist." Armand read books, too, of course. It was part of the upbringing his mother planned. The Mayfairs should always be educated men. But why did he read all those books? No, it wasn't for his mother. It was for mere entertainment. Nothing so serious. "But never get attached to them. For the time may come when you can no longer distinguish your realities. Books are meant to be enjoyed." he smiled at the last comment.

 

[Sara Moon]

"No, but I would prefer someone more...interesting, with another level, with depth. Not just a pretty face." Sara retaliated, calmly, but strongly, her voice carrying her self-confidence and the slight, barely audible trace of an Irish accent, which she still held- the trace which had been almost wiped out, by acting. "Many people who are of wealthy, and distinguished- or decent backgrounds are not half as interesting as some, who are from middle-class people... I have found anyway.." She trailed off, she didn't know which category she belonged to any more- though most likely it was the first.

"Yes, and not- books reflect life, what happens, trouble, problems. Life is never as easy as a fairytale-as it is for, say "Prince Charming" it does not always end happily." she whispered barely audible, but her voice reverberated through the wood. She looked up, as the boy spoke. "Yes, I enjoy books, but sometimes, one's reality becomes harder, and it is easier to get away. Life can become overwhelming, full of parties, balls, and people to meet. Is nothing simple anymore?" she asked the boy, her despair, her lost-ness evident-for once.