After lessons...

[Alice Hills]

The day was growing to a close, and stepping out of the library, Alice found herself closing her eyes to think. The week had flown by, with Transfiguration at the beginning, soon followed by Defence Against the Dark Arts and then Potions. Sighing to herself as she slipped her bag further on her shoulder, she weighed her homework before taking out the big book she had just borrowed and holding it in her hand. The walk to the Ravenclaw common room was slightly too far to anticipate currently, so taking a small detour and heading to the window of the 4th floor corridor, Alice smiled to herself before letting out a patient sigh. Running a hand through her long dark curls, she tugged at a knot before giving up and pushing it away. Her hair was a trial, and no matter how much other people told her how nice it was, she could never quite convince herself enough to believe them. She had always wanted blonde hair, and having darker hair had never produced any specific opportunities that blonde hair didn't. It was one of those pet annoyances, and she had learnt that no one was fully happy with how they looked, but wishing that there could just be one day as a blonde, she began to think about it more deeply. Her parents would freak out and get cross, and she knew that in the muggle world blondes were seen as dumb, but unsure whether this was a problem for magical people, she smirked to herself at the thought. Perhaps it was time to be happy with how she was, and focus on something bigger than mere hair.

Rolling her eyes inwardly at herself, she pulled up her legs to tuck them under herself on the window seat and leant back against the cool stone frame. It felt relaxing and peaceful there and snatching her book before it toppled off the side of her leg, she opened it at the first chapter and began to read. The book was one of her favourites, an old wizarding classic that she had recently acquired from a friend in an older year, but when she was only half way through, they had had a need to retake it back and re read it. This hadn't been an issue as such, just rather inconvenient and the time it had taken for her to find it in the library over the past few weeks had been just long enough for her to forget the whole book's stories and all the things she had read. So, deciding that it could only be fun to have as much joy re reading the stories again, she had opened the book and begun to read. It didn't take long though for her concentration to lapse back into complete blankness and finding herself reading the same page for the 5th time, she sighed, marked the page and closed the book. Dropping it back into the opening of her bag, she looked out of the window before turning around to find herself staring into a very familiar face.

 

[Yerik Rhys Price]

It was killing him, his throat was killing him. Yerik Rhys' just got out of bed after a long week. He felt tired as he was still feeling quite sick. Imagining a boy aged twelve locked up in his dorm the whole three days due to the reason that he was sick and had a flu. He wasn't even the type of guy who would be sick in just a day. Luckily, today he was pretty much feeling well after a long night of sleep. He even missed his classes and was wondering what he missed. There was little force of energy that was keeping him up for the day, also the doctor advice him to take in his medicines and even drink water fluently. Breathing in and out he dressed into his robes and hoped that all will be good. There was lots and thing to do, read and perhaps read some more. As he was now dressed he went out of his room and quietly as he can assuring he wouldn't catch any attention. Along with him was his blue and silver water jug, just in case he needed some water as the doctor prescribed. A book on his other side while walking. Yerik Rhys then noticed a girl from a far looking at the window at the same time reading a book. Her face was pretty much familiar, as maybe he had already seen the girl somewhere. He even noticed the girl had dark curls which made Yerik stare at her longer. Ever since Yerik Rhys was more fascinated with brunette's other that blonde's. As said in the muggle world Blondes where somehow dumb. His heart smiled just looking at the small fragile girl.

There was something about her other than her face being familiar. Though he wasn't sure if it was a good idea to approach her as he always taught talking to people was a waste of time. And that was the very most reason why he remained a loner. Studies before anything, no distractions at all. Maybe that was the reason why his family would make fun of him every time he'd be back home. It was because his life was somehow boring, school and nothing more. The only friend he ever had was his books and his pet. During his free time he would end up in the Library or maybe straight to his dorm after his classes. He was obviously serious and hated loud things and such. Still he remained simple apart that he needed a haircut as his hair was obviously getting longer. Shaking his head of he decided to walk nearer to the girl, not that it was actually his intention. It was the only way to pass by upon leaving the corridor. Bowing down his head he silently started to walk, swaying his arms normally. His head was pretty messed up that day, panicking with his classes and even homework that he didn't notice that he actually stopped beside the window the girl was staring at. Yerik Rhys was now staring at the girl, with a straight face painted. There were no other movements as he remained silent.