Amongst the flowers

[Amelia Jones]

The French air around The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was light and with a slight chill, perfect for a day to do nothing but bask in the glory that was Mother Nature. To most people Amelia Jones was a very strange girl and be that as it may she was a happy teenage girl who didn’t take any notice in what people had to say about her. She had grown up listening to the ridicule of people all around her, only ever being accepted by her family. It wasn’t the most pleasant life to live but Amelia had grown accustomed to it her daily routine which not taking any notice of the ones around her. The new term had started at Beauxbatons and this Fourth year couldn’t be happier. She enjoyed being at home very much so, but when she was at school and in classes she found herself more at home. Amelia was bright for her age, and that was clear for all those around her, so naturally she excelled at her schoolwork and unlike most others in her class actually enjoyed doing her work.

With the start of second term she also had some new classes. This term she was excited as she got to have Herbology. Herbology was beyond her favourite subject. Who wouldn’t love it? She got to spend the whole class with the plants and be outside around the beautiful nature that was the grounds of Beauxbatons. Herbology was even more exciting for her this year as Madame Grigoli, the Herbology Professor, had allowed Mia to become her assistant and help her around the greenhouses and the gardens. It was Mia’s favourite way to spend time and the fact that it went towards extra curricular only sweetened the deal. So with today being one of the days she was supposed to tidy up the garden Mia went about her usual routine. Clearly away and dirt, rubbish the usual things that were not supposed to be in a garden. Taking a few minutes break she sat down on the grass and took out her notepad and pencil from her bag and began to draw some of the flowers…she couldn’t wait for them to be in full bloom in a short while.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Isaac sat upon the steps of the entrance to the school. A busy place. A place everybody walked past. And the place him and his friends sat whenever it was nice enough to sit outside. It was a good spot. Always seen and noticed. People knew exactly who was in the group. Isaac wasn't generally bothered by it, but it was when he was trying to get some work done that it grew annoying. Plus none of his friends had heard of quiet laughing. All in all, since he was behind in his work, he was finding it close to impossible to even remotely concentrate. Removing himself from the group was pretty easy. He just packed away his things. Fixed his glasses and hair, and excused himself. Out of all of them Isaac was a little more studious. Not by much. Isaac knew if they all properly applied themselves, there would be a clear difference in the grades of the group. And it would show Isaac to be one of the less bright. Isaac walked away from the group giving a small wave as goodbye and the middle finger when they jokingly called him a Nerd. Isaac had long learned that if you wanted to get things done some times it was best to be alone. Isaac stared down at his shoes as he walked. He was trying to figure out how to begin the essay. It was proving to be a hard one. And Isaac was having real problems just getting started. He as certain if he could just tart the rest would come naturally.

After walking for a little bit Isaac looked up and began to scan the area for a good place to sit. His light brown eyes Spotted a girl over by some yet to bloom flowers. He hadn't seen her leave the school, which made him feel anlittle bad, since Isaac tried to e as nice as he could to everyone. Even those he barely knew and by his memory had been called odd. Isaac was sure that no one was really what the stereotype they had pushed upon them. So thinking it wouldn't be terrible to at least work in the same area, the American made his over to her. As he walked he rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his glasses which had slid a little down his noise. Isaac knew it was still quite chilly but the walk he had taken before looking for a place to sit had completely warmed himup. Isaac took a seat on the grass not to far from the girl. He opened his books around him and took the pen in his hand. He looked down at what he written so far. The title. Isaac felt completely hopeless. He placed his pen upon his french English dictionary and rubbed his eyes. He'd become quite accustom to the tattoo around his wrist. It no longer made him worried about what people would think of him. It was a part of who he was, literally forever. Isaac picked his pen back up and posed it onto the paper. He looked to the girl and flashed his usual friend, and some what charming smile. "I hope you don't mind if I work beside you, while you....draw." Isaac hadn't been quite sure what the girl had been doing so he'd taken a guess. "If you don't want me here. You can say, I'll move" Isaac added his American accent adding just a little bit onto the words he used. Clearly American. Isaac, also then repeated what he said in a slow slightly accented french. It was understandable. Just slower and clearly not his first language. But Isaac managed. He just hoped that the girl spoke one of the two, so he would look like he was talking to a brick wall. Isaac smiled once more before attempting to do his essay.
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[Amelia Jones]

Mia tried to relax where she was sitting but her usual position of Indian style just wasn’t cutting it for her today. She wasn’t used to being in jeans as she normally wore skirts, but with the chill in the air she figured it would be a good idea. So taking her drawing materials off of her legs she placed them on the ground beside her and fidgeted about for a few moments until she was lying flat on her belly, with her face directly eye level with the flowers. Now this was the perfect place to be to be sure that she got every aspect of the flowers that she wanted for when she was drawing them. As she moved about she saw a boy sitting beside her that hadn’t been there moments ago but she took no notice off him. Most people would probably consider this rude but by no means did Mia want to or mean to give off this impression to people, far from it in fact, but it was due to her shyness around pretty much everybody. Mia was a shy and quiet person, it was in her nature to be so. She had never really had a proper childhood where she got to mingle with people her own age and what not so when she started school her social skills were shot and as a side effect she found it hard making friends.

Gathering her drawing materials around her again she turned her head as she reached her muggle style pencils, catching sight of the boy again. He was smiling at her? Was that normal? Of course she knew people smiled, she could even do it herself, but she wasn’t used to people outside of her family smiling at her. Returning a small smile out of courtesy she let her eyes fall back on her sketchpad before continuing her drawing. She hadn’t gotten very far yet, only the top of the head of the flower. She wasn’t the world’s best drawer but when she did give it ago, she liked to go into as much detail as possible. As pen touched paper, so to speak, she heard the voice of the boy beside (well she assumed it was him due to how clear his voice was). She turned her head slightly to see if he was addressing her or if it was someone else. When she saw that there was no one else around she figured he was talking to her so she paid attention to what he was saying. It wasn’t hard for her to understand his English having been born in London she understood English just fine. Then when he repeated in French she in turn understood what he was saying, even if it wasn’t the best; speaking fluently in two languages was helpful especially when one was the language of the school you attended. When he finished talking Mia placed her elbow on the ground so she could rest her chin on the palm of her hand. Looking at the boy she said, “I don’t mind. Always room for one more.” Her voice low, but sweet.