All The Colours

[Emma Meminger]

Emma, wearing a pair of skinny jeans, black converse and a white Holister v-neck with CALIFORNIA written on it, walked down to the Seventh Floor Corridor. She wanted - nay needed to see Cyril, her best friend. For several reasons, she wanted to congratulate him on making Gryffindor, and because he was her best friend, and they had been acting more like accquantances. When she reached the Gryffindor common room, she smiled at the painting. Are you a Gryffindor? it asked. She shook her head lightly and responded, "Trying to see if my friend is there." She pressed her pink lips together dreamily, as she looked up into the endless sky of the castle. She knew it was enchanted to look this way, but it still amazed her. Her thoughts were brought back down when she heard the portrait opened, she looked at the student and asked hazily, "Hello, do you think you could see if there is a Cyril there? I would be ever so thankful."

The boy nodded his head, a bit uncomfortably, and whisked away into the crimson room. Emily walked over to a near by bench and sat cross-legged. She tilted her head upwards against the cold cobblestone, and gaze upwards, until her lids slowly drifted shut over her chocolate irises. Her thoughts swarmed around in her mind, and she could see flashes of soothing colours. They were auras, but they were going to quickly for her to try and pick up what emotion that colour was bringing out, and in her feelings towards who. It was times like these that she wished she was a bit more normal, even the average witch didn't have these things. Well except one, Zazuka, her new room mate, but she wasn't all too convinced. For some reason she felt like it was all a joke, but the girls aura was trusting, so, she trusted her.

 

[Cyril Tokarev]

Cyril was slouched in one of those comfy, red armchairs in the fireplace, reading a book as the fire crackled and hissed infront of him. He liked the warmth, and he liked the cold too, but just .. Not today. Flipping another page of the book, Cyril continued reading. The common room was quiet at that time, since the school year had just started and everyone was busy adventuring, noting the trick steps and whatnot. Cyril felt that he could just get the information from a teacher or something, and he was sure that the teachers would always bring them pass does areas sometimes. Furthermore, he has seven years here ahead of him, that was plenty of time to wander this place. Cyril sighed as he placed the book down on the bedside table. He was bored, really bored. Just then, a boy that just left the room walked back in, and towards Cyril.

"Hey, are you called Cyril? There's a girl outside waiting for you."

"What does she look like? Blonde or redhead? If redhead, tell her to go away."

"Nah, Blonde."

"Should be Emma. Thanks bro."

Cyril then hopped off his seat and practically sprinted towards the portrait. Moving through the potrait hole, Cyril stepped outside and looked around. There was no one around, what was that all about? Then, he spotted her. Emma was sitting on a bench not far from the potrait door, and her head was bowed, as if she was dozing off. Again, what was that all about? Creeping over to her, trying to make his steps as quiet as possible, Cyril sat down beside Emma and put his face next to her ear. "Gotcha." Cyril whispered into her ear, and pinched her cheek.

 

[Emma Meminger]

Emma did hear someone walk towards her, but she just kept her eyes closed and her head tilted up towards the cieling. She heard Cyril whisper Gotcha into her ear, and she smiled, and wrapped her arms around her best friend. "I've missed you," she said breazily. She pulled away from her friend and gave him a sundrop smile. "Congratulations on Gryffindor are in order," she added warmly.

sorry.. that was bad

 

[Cyril Tokarev]

(( Its k, everyone has their days! ))

Cyril was taken aback as Emma wrapped her arms around him. In his whole life he hadn't had a friend that was a girl before, and furthermore, one that hugged him before. Recovering from the shock, Cyril patted her back slowly, before sending his arms around her too. "I've missed you too!" Cyril whispered into her ear while they hugged, before he too pulled away.

"You got into Ravenclaw, didn't you?" Cyril said to her friend as he smiled.

Sending a hand into his pocket, Cyril pulled out a length of measuring tape that he nicked from a classmate. Wrapping the piece of measuring tape around Emma's head, Cyril exaggerated the diameter of her head by four times.

"I knew there was a big brain in all that space .." Cyril muttered as he rapped a knuckle against her head lightly.

 

[Emma Meminger]

Emma smiled and nodded her head lightly when Cyril asked if she made it into Ravenclaw, almost wanting to say that she was in Slytherin just so she could see his reaction. "Of course," she beamed, before looking curiously at Cyril, wondering why he had a measuring tape, and why he was measuring her head. "At least it's better then that big mouth of yours," she teased as she caught Cyril's hand and pulled it down between them. She gave him a breazy grin and placed her hand back on her thigh.

 

[Cyril Tokarev]

When Emma caught his hand, Cyril grinned at her and let her pull his hand down. She always spoiled the fun in these things!

"What big mouth?" Cyril answered innocently as he pulled the measuring tape over his mouth.

"Its just seven centimetres!" Cyril cried out softly, as though he was hurt.

"I missed all your smiles, Emma." Cyril said to her as he smiled, placing an arm over her shoulder.

He truly missed her, although they had only met once. But that one meeting created some sort of bond between them, the best of friends. Now, they were at hogwarts, so they definitely would be seeing more of each other.

 

[Emma Meminger]

Emma giggled into her hand sweetly when Cyril said that his mouth was only seven centimetres. She shook her head lightly and said with a playfulness to her hazy voice, "No, when measuring your mouth you have to multiply it by thirty." She felt Cyril's arm wrap around her shoulder and her cheeks flushed when he said that he missed her smiles. "And I've missed yours," she said with mocking playfulness. Even though the two friends had met once, she also felt the strong connection between the two and embraced it, she knew that some people thought that this would be weird but it had happened to her and her friend Berol before, so why should this be any different?

"How do you like Hogwarts?" Emma asked whimsically, as she fiddled with Cyril's hand that was draped around her shoulder.

 

[Cyril Tokarev]

Cyril smiled as Emma giggled, he loved it when she giggled, she looked cuter than normal when she giggled. When she said that when he measured his mouth, he would have to multiply it by thirty, Cyril retorted in his playful voice, "Well, I have to divide it by thirty again since it is an equation!"

"Well, I know you missed mine. How could you have not?" Cyril teased her playfully as he used his free hand to poke her cheek once. He felt at ease around Emma. Even when he was around the rest of his friends, he dared not let go, totally. She just .. Exuded an aura of calm and sweetness, and it was almost tangible!

"Hogwarts is okay .. Lots of weird stuff and all. The lessons are okay, but I hate History of Magic! Not that I have ever taken part in one of its lessons .." Cyril said softly.

 

[Emma Meminger]

Emma smiled sweetly at Cyril, and laced her fingers between his absentmindedly and said, "I always liked History, so I don't think that History of Magic should be all too different." She smiled hazily and said cyrptically, "I don't like the Herbology Professor, his aura is too harsh for me, makes me feel like I can't breath." She gave her friend a light smile before glancing over at their intertwined hand, she blushed softly but didn't let go of his hand because she felt comfortable with Cyril, and figured that this was just because they were friends, she hadn't ever thought of anyone as any other way.

 

[Cyril Tokarev]

"Yeah well .. We have to memorise all those dates, all those weird names like Boogey the Booger and stuff. So .. Yeah." Cyril said wistfully to Emma as he looked into her eyes. He didn't mind them being so close to each other, he knew they were just friends. He knew Emma felt that way too.

"You sure it isn't because of the plants in the greenhouse?" Cyril said in reply to her stating that the Herbology Professor had too harsh an aura. Cyril glanced down towards their hands, and saw that they were intertwined. Grinning, Cyril applied a slight pressure on hers, just to know that they were just friends. He didn't know how it would work, really, but he just hoped that it would convey the message. "So, what subject do you like best?"

 

[Emma Meminger]

Emily grinned at Cyril but playfully rolled her eyes when he asked it it was just because of the plants. "I'm sure," she giggled gently but stopped short when she felt Cyril add pressure on her hand and looked up at his friendly eyes and smiled. "I quite like Astronomy, but from what I've heard from my room mate, Zazuka, I'd do best in the Divination elective," she smiled. "And yourself, Cyril?" she asked with a dreamy tone to her gruff Scottish accent.

 

[Cyril Tokarev]

Cyril looked at her dreamily as Emma giggled again. He loved it when she did that, wait, haven't he mentioned it already? When Emma said that she liked Astronomy, Cyril made a face at her. "Eww. I'm a visionary, but I don't like looking up and seeing the stars." Cyril made a falsely disgusted voice as he said this.

"Divination? I think its .. Weird, really." Grabbing Emma's hand, Cyril pretended to read her palm. "Ahhh .. I can see that ten seconds into the future you are going to be pinched in the face by a boy!" Cyril said in a misty, dreamy voice as he slowly couned to ten. Reaching ten, he reached outwards and pinched her cheek once. "Woah! It came true! I'm a genius! Well, Defence Against The Dark Arts is what I love the most."

"Hmm .. So, what do you do nowadays?" Cyril asked her, while he turned away for a moment.

 

[Emma Meminger]

Emma looked at Cyril, she noticed the look that he was giving her, it was one she often had on, but for some reason it seemed a bit more affectionate. She leaned in softly, cupped her hand to his ear and whispered, "What's that face for?" Why she had whispered that she didn't know, but she didn't hate the distance, or lack there of, between herself and Cyril. When he then went on to say that he didn't like watching the stars, she simply shrugged her shoulders, she enjoyed it and that was all that mattered.

As Emily's hand was taken by Cyril, her fingers slowly opened, exposing her hands, on many people the lines written on them were long, while hers were short, quite short indeed. She looked at the colour errupting out from them, that was her aura, and smiled, it was pink with a mix of lavander, which meant love with a mix of dreaminess, why she had love in her aura now she wasn't certain but she did. "It's more then that," she responded in a hazed tone after he had pinked her cheek, making it redden from the impact of his fingers.

"What do I do?" she repeated questioningly. Truth be told, Emma had a lot of memory issues, which was why she had Sileas, her journal, but she did remember that she had gone to the lake a fair amount of times. "Spend time with Leia," she answered, with the same tone of voice as her previous words. Emily wondered if Leia and Cyril had ever met, they were both her best friends, and would be upset if they didn't like each other, she knew how gaurded Leia was, so that wouldn't help. "What about you?" she breathed.

sorry I have a hard time getting on during weekdays now because of exams