Dear Dewdrop

[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea just got back from home, she wasn't sure if she was ready just yet for school. Still she needed to get energize as a new year means a new Quidditch Team, unless there weren't enough students to join like last year. The brunette entered her dorm, looking over the other empty bed. Her dorm mate just graduated leaving her alone for the min time, which was a good thing of course. As she unpacked her stuff, she noticed a couple of girl passing by her dorm. Some giggling and some crying, the typical teenager. Mizelea then decided to step out the room to roam around and see if there were any improvement in the school. Her briefcase left opened, she locked the door and got her scarf along with her. Making her way along the corridors and stairs, Mizelea decided to go on further to the Quidditch Pitch. Seeing the moist grass as she walk alone, looking up at the sky as she held her scarf tight in her neck.

The Quidditch Pitch was her favorite place inside Beauxbaton, not only was it cool and windy. It was also the place where she could relax and clear out her mind, now if only she had her broom with her. Glancing at the back of her shoulder, the brunette wondered if there was someone looking at her way. And no one was, she decided to take of her shoes for some quite time. Just so she could feel the grass moistness, it made her feel like home. During those rainy days where she and her sister would play outside, barefoot and stepping on the grass just the two of them. But now things were different, they just drifted apart as her sister Ximena became more focused on her career and life. Now that's she's engaged made it even more worse for her, as her relatives would asked if she had a lovelife of her own.

This made Mizelea a bit annoyed since they had expectation for her, and made her sister even more perfect by marrying a muggle doctor. And made her mother quite irritated since he was a muggle and made their father act the opposite. Mizelea's mother wanted atleast one of their daughters to marry a wizards, which made her have a bit of pressure on her head. She was the only one and Dezandre remaining single, of course her brother was too young for any of that. Still this made her wonder if life was going to be a lot greater this year, in which everything goes well. Starting with her lovelife and all, she continued to skip and walk. Feeling her feet slightly wet and her legs shiver, slowly she held her scarf tight as she gaze up to th sky at that very quiet afternoon.

 

[Jon Phillips]

Jonathon wandered his way through the stone hallways and out onto the Quidditch pitch, his path not familiar, further reinforcing the fact being in an entirely foreign country had left a frightened fourteen year old to once more recede into his antisocial rut. Purely relying on others to speak for him, to be his voice when they did not know the words he wanted to share, nor the words he knew how to say. At Beauxbatons Jonathon found ways to get out of speaking, using any and every silent excuse in the book to avoid talking to his peers unless forced to. Thankfully the Quidditch pitch was pretty much empty that day, eliminating any reason for Batman to be forced to make conversation, especially since it was the last thing he wanted. School was the place he despised the most, because no matter how hard the fourteen year old searched among the unfamiliar faces of his peers, not once did any of them show a hint of interest in an invisible stranger like him. The safety of being shut within his home, playing video games, reading comics and spending time with Samuel was impossible during the school year at Beauxbatons, which had unfortunately, just begun.

He knew he could have stalled leaving for school, maybe even weeding his way out of the responsibility of going for his first full year of attending a normal school, as Babette wasn't as strict as his father had been, but even since his death Jonathon's conscience had replaced his father's wise words. Batman kept his hands in his pockets as he walked, warding off the chill of outdoors he had not get gotten used to, being an indoor dweller, the cold really effected Jonathon, being so used to depending on heaters and fire for warmth that even on a sunny day his body still felt partway agitated. Home-schooling meant Jonathon had been saved from any bullying through the duration of his educational life, meaning he could focus more on his studies than anything else. However being at a real school had too many distractions for a hyperactive teenager like Jonathon was, for him to keep his attention fully on the task at hand, with the exception of a few peaceful moments such as the ones where Batman was close to alone, and in a quiet area. He walked onto the pitch, the moist grass dampening his sneakers, his cold feet causing a shiver to run through his small body.

His shoulders hunched, Batman skulked over to the edge of the pitch, ignoring the girl standing a distance away to lean against a nearby wall. His plans were to stay there until his legs grew weary of holding the weight of his heavy heart, and low self-esteem to match. He always minded his own business, and the girl didn't seem to want to strike up a conversation, and it wasn't like Jonathon was going to approach her and utter anything, not even out of being polite. Jonathon just sighed, while his back remained pressed against the wall, ignoring the world he had been so suddenly forced into. ​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

Unconscious as she was, Mizelea continued to gaze at the sky. Her body tingling from the coldness of the grass, sure they were quite pointy as it needed a trim but she didn't mind. As if she was one with notice or at least that was she was thinking. Everything seems to be at the peace and momentarily time was hers to keep. The brunette then walked farther and return every ten steps she took, her shoes in her hands. Since the school was quite deserted unlike regular days, Mizelea decided to take a sit. Bending her legs and soon she found her floral dress slightly moist. She didn't mind as long as she was happy, it was worth it. Gazing at her surroundings she barely noticed a boy leaning his back on a wall. He looked rather tired and lonesome from her point of view, other than that he was a stranger to her just yet. She wondered if he was a first year or probably a transfer, since Mizelea knew almost all of the student in Beauxbatons. At first she decided to ignore the boy, but when her conscience and will to make friends came caving in. She just lost it, so she decided to wipe her feet with her handkerchief hidden in her pockets. Then started to wear her oxfords, standing up and making her way to him.

Obviously, she didn't wanted to startled the boy by any point. Perhaps Mizelea needed a different diversion, she then slowly walked and curved her boy making a right. Slowly approaching him in another direction, she stood still and by then she was two steps away from him. A smile on her face as she looked at the boy, he wasn't that young nor was he that old. He figured a year younger than her or some sort, still smiling she began to fix her scarf. There was no other way now but to act straightforward, "Hello There Stranger." she spoke in her western accent. Matching with her hand gestures, now if only she had her cowboy hat with her. She stood there near to him, waiting for any reaction, response he might return to her. At this time several students were back inside their dorm, unpacking, gossiping or whatever normal teenagers do. And here was Mizelea trying to meet a new friend in a awkward momentum.

 

[Jon Phillips]

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Jonathon stood against the side of the Quidditch pitch, his eyes on his shoes, now dampened by the wet grass. He didn't much care for the outdoors, so coming prepared for the weather was the last thing on the fourteen year old's mind as he steppe out the door that morning. However he did bother bringing a jacket. He kicked at the grass, causing dewdrops to fly at the contact, a small smile appearing on his pale features. The sun needed to get warmer, in order to dry the grass so he could sit down and relax without getting all wet. But this kind thought didn't seem as if it would turn into reality. He wouldn't have had to worry if he were inside, reading or playing video games, all warm and cosy in his bedroom. Instead of feeling like he was at home, well the closest to home he could get since his father's death, Jonathon had been forced into going to a normal wizarding school with other students. This fully showed the social barrier Jonathon needed to overcome in order to seem normal, as opposed to the weird quiet kid who rushed between classes so he didn't have to talk to anybody, and even though it was only the start of the year, and nobody knew anything about the fourteen year old, he could still feel a cloud of dread looming over his first year away from home schooling.

The fourth year kept his eyes on his converse sneakers, his smile from earlier turning into a pout as more thoughts about his first normal year of schooling started to settle in. Jonathon didn't think it was possible for him to adjust to a classroom environment without learning about what it was like first and Samuel would be the perfect person to ask, considering the many schools he had attended in his life, but his brother's busy schedule meant that possibility had to fly out the window. Jonathon's thoughts were interrupted by the words of another, sounding unusually like they were spoken in a southern accent. This caused Jonathon to jolt, as the silence had been broken unexpectedly quickly. He looked at the stranger, quirking an eyebrow up at her before nodding her acknowledgement. He really had no idea of how to act, causing him to shrug while he bore a fake smile. "Hi." Jonathon finally spoke, after gaining up enough courage to say something to the girl. She didn't look frightening, in fact, she looked quite friendly, so Jonathon would continue to try and be nice until he found a reason to act otherwise. ​

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