Frost

[Kaspar Frost]

The glass windows cracked with frosted shards as Kaspar pressed his hand against it. He watched the shivering students passing through the courtyard outside, staring at the scene in silent contemplation. He could base another of his models on the image. He could structure the frozen world quite nicely. Years of practice had taught him that.

Kaspar's ears pricked up as he heard footsteps trailing towards him. Somebody was walking down the corridor in his direction. Probably a late student heading to one of their morning classes. Kaspar had chosen to avoid his Arithmancy lesson for that day. He was not in the mood to sit among his classmates and listen to the droning dissatisfaction they displayed. Why would someone take a school subject if they did not wish to learn about it? He had fair dealings in the power of numbers when it came to intricately crafting his scenes, wanting to enchant them to the finest details. But Charms, by far, was his best subject. Not his favourite, no. But he had hours of private practice in the matter.

Slowly turning his head to observe the girl approaching, he noted the badge pinned to her chest- a prefect. He swore under his breath. No, he was not afraid of getting in trouble, but he found it to be an inconvenience when he was ordered to return to his class, or to go to the head's office.
Silently he anticipated the interrogation and accusations.

 

[Peyton Marvelli]

Peyton knew she'd only been given prefect for one reason; because of what she'd been through. She had never been a bad student, but nor one to stand out against others ether. She hadn't taken the role too seriously up until now, however other students had some complains about her, and after spending an hour talking to the head, Peyton knew she was supposed to step up her game and take responsibility for her new role.

"What do you think you're doing out here?" she asked, watching the boy as he turned to face her. "Shouldn't you be in class" she added, raising her eyebrows. That was pretty much the extent of any kind of warning she had planned to do, and wasn't a particularly forceful person. "I'd count yourself lucky you ran into me instead of a different prefect" she mumbled, remembering how yesterday a poor first year had gotten a bad telling off from another, older prefect, for simply being just two minutes late. "What are you doing?" she asked, joining him beside the window, casting her gaze outside at those going about their daily routines.

 

[Kaspar Frost]

Kaspar's face crumpled into a delicate frown. He smoothed his eyebrows and folded his arms across his slender chest. Lucky? Kaspar thought to himself, coughing inwardly. In his opinion running into any prefect would be a potential black mark, though perhaps she was right. Better this seemingly uncaring prefect than a potently minded one. He shot the girl a small, light raise of his brow, holding it elevated with intrigue. She was a fairly attractive young woman but Kaspar did not allow his eyes to wander, and his gaze remained fixated on her youthful face.

He watched her joining him, growing more interested by her with each passing minute. He wondered just what sort of person she really was and how she had happened upon a position of such authority when she seemed to have little care for the post. He turned with her, watching her looking out of the same window he had admired the view of moments before. "Seeking inspiration," came his carefully formed response, he too returned to the window's treasured scenes. "Observation is a most fascinating past time. As is the study of human psychology." His eyes flickered over her, scanning her appearance for further clues about her internal mind glade.