Do You Mind?

[Sara Benivieni]

Sara felt like the pressure was piling up and she couldn't take it anymore, so she packed a backpack and decided to spend the day outside today by the lake, a place she normally wouldn't have gone to if she didn't find her friends anywhere. But from what she heard from her brother the lake was a peaceful area, even when there were students around swimming or generally outside. It was a place where Sara could, hopefully, spend some time by herself. She settled underneath a tree with her back against the tree trunk and she sighed, rubbing her eyes. Because of the recent stress she'd been feeling the girl managed to get barely any more than three hours of sleep the previous night. She pulled out her charms book out of her bag, even though she hadn't necessarily and specifically planned on studying that morning it was a source of comfort for her. Otherwise she would be panicking. She flipped through the pages absent-mindedly, not really focusing on what was on the page. She shut the book closed, as she realised she was only fidgeting and placed it next to her. Then she took out the next item - a container from home her mother had made during the semester break so that Sara could pick some flowers and bring them home. So to try distract herself from everything else going on, she stood up and went over to the variations of flowers - there were so many types! She'd have to wait to show them to her mother though. Unless she owled them, or something. Sara continued to exam the beautiful types of flowers. She couldn't decide which ones were the best ones, all of them looked wonderful. She knew she couldn't take all of them, they wouldn't fit. Sara would only take a few, so that it looked unnoticeable that anyone had thought to take them.​

 

[Isaac Kain]

Isaac was walking angrily across the grounds of Hogwarts, irritated that he wasn't able to do what he wanted. It wasn't that he was incapable, but he knew what people would say if he tried. Despite the sun shining high in the sky, there was a storm brewing inside the boy, and as he approached the lake he squinted at the sight of another student near the flowers. Flowers were so dumb. The grounds were dumb. The whole school was dumb that sometimes Isaac wished he could just follow his cousins lead and leave the place. He continued to walk with strength in each foot as he approached the flower bed, his eyes narrowed and set on the door of the castle up ahead in the distance. He out of ideas on how he was meant to get a head start in this thing, and all he wanted to do was return to his dormitory where he could hide from everyone around him.

 

[Sara Benivieni]

Sara sighed in content, she was rather enjoying her stress free day, for once. She was picking the last of her flowers, when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a boy she recognised to be in her year approach the flower bed. Sara hesitated, not knowing if she should greet him. By the looks of it the boy did not seem like he wanted to be talked to. But Sara being Sara, she walked over to him anyway, realising he was actually the guy who had conversed with her first at the Valentine's dance in February. It would only be more fitting to try to befriend him at this point. "Hi. Isaac right?" she asked him, though she knew that she'd gotten his name correct. Sara wasn't that bad with names.
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[Isaac Kain]

It hadn't registered to the Ravenclaw as to who was amongst the flowers, and it was only when they called out his name that he turned to look, pausing in this footsteps. "What." He said blankly and unimpressed. It took him a moment to realise who she was, the girl from the ball. Why was everyone around here so incredibly friendly, it was like they couldn't enjoy their own company. "Yes. It's Isaac" he replied, not really sure if he should keep walking. His instinct told him he should, that he should just get out of there before he was sucked into a conversation with the girl, but then a new thought appeared in his mind. He was angry but he didn't have to be rude. It wasn't her fault specifically. "What are you doing?" He asked her quickly. He didn't want to talk about himself, and if they did have to dance through small talk at least they could talk about her instead.