I Don't Talk, You Don't Talk

[Scarlett Vittori]

Scarlet wanted some relaxation, but lately she had been going too much to the Library to read and so she had figured that that really wasn't the form of relaxation she needed today. It had to be something different of course, but the young girl wasn't really the sporty nor the adventurous nor the intellectual one. In fact, she was lousy at sports, frequently easily frightened, and gets low scores despite reading about something. She was more of the artistic person. She could draw, write, act, sing, dance. That was basically it and there was nothing that was special about her in terms of magic as well. She was just plain Scarlet. And so, with that being said, it took Scarlet some time to figure out what she should do for the day. She wanted a quiet place and something she would have fun doing. Finally, she had just decided upon sketching for the day. That wouldn't be a bad idea, would it? After all, she had brought her sketchpad that was given to her by her mother and the pencils Justin had bought her before she left for Hogwarts New Zealand. And if she wanted to color, she was pretty sure that Crische and Brody's watercolor gift to her was sufficient. Scarlet smiled at the thought before grabbing her sketchpad and pencils and heading out of the dormitory and common room.

Now, the Hufflepuff had only one problem left. Where should she draw? Certainly not in the corridors and the hallways. It was much too noisy for her taste, even more so the Great Hall and Entrance Hall. Scar tried to go through every inch of the castle before finally deciding that outdoors would probably better for her. The lawn though was filled with students lazing about in their free time and so was the gardens and especially the lake. Taking a deep breath, Scarlet could only think of one place left. The cliffs. Though she was a bit scared by this idea, she wanted to draw and she was going to be professional about it. And besides, she heard rumors that the view was spectacular. Taking one last gulp, she finally made her way up. The climb had not been too hard but she was pretty sure the fall from above would hurt. The height had initially scared her, but upon seeing the view it offered, Scarlet couldn't help but be glad she came. The young girl sat on the ground, not at all caring should her clothes get dirty and all, before opening her sketchbook. She rarely used it, wanting to preserve more memories for her late mother. And the view offered by the cliffs was worthy enough to be drawn within its pages as Scarlet began to concentrate hard and sketch what could be seen by her eyes from above.

 

[Rivaille Nightray]

Of all the Nightray children, Rivaille had always been the calm and quiet one. He wasn't like his older cousin who was too proud to just let anything pass. He wasn't like his twin either. Armin was too loud, he was the type to always make a statement wherever he goes. He wasn't like his sister too, though honestly, he knew very little about the older. He hadn't seen her for years, and if he does see her, he doesn't make any effort to try and reach out to her. He wasn't like Aria too. While they do have similarities, like their love for books, Aria was too talkative too, at least for his standard, she was. She may not be on Armin's level, but she's still too talkative. On top of that, she was prone to panic attacks too, a thing that his twin would always take advantage of. And because they do live in the same house and because of his twin's tendency to always involve him in everything he does, Rivaille would always play a part in his twin's pranks. But still, he'd like to believe that he was overall a pretty chill guy. He's not the type to let his emotions get the best of him. He's very subdued in temperament and he always makes it a point to maintain a straight face at all times. Yet, at the moment, he was anything but calm. It all started earlier that morning. Armin had been sorted into another house and while he was extremely annoyed, he had decided to just let it go. Though he wanted to, it wasn't like he could just storm into their headmaster's room and ask that he be placed in the same house as his brother. That would be too childish, and Rivaille will never result to such petty things. Besides, Armin would never be able to endure a whole day without him. He just knew that his brother would always find a way to stick to his side. At least, that's what he thought. But he was wrong, for hours had passed and the older was nowhere around. He even made it a point or him to be easily found. He had been sitting around the great hall for Merlin's sake! And so he looked for him, and to his irritation, which was already saying something since he couldn't easily be provoked, he found his twin hanging around some people he didn't bother to acknowledge. He would have walked and dragged his twin with him, but as the older didn't seem to notice his presence, he decided against it. He wasn't going to act like a kid and throw a tantrum there. He was going to be mature about it, even if his way of acting mature was to ignore his twin for the rest of the week, no matter how much the Gryffindor try to get his attention.

The first year Slytherin threw another look at his twin's direction. The Gryffindor would always notice whenever he enters the room, yet at the moment, it seemed that he was too caught up with his own business to acknowledge that his twin was watching him play around with those stupid flea. Liam was right, Hogwarts was full of stupid people. His aunt should have known better than to send them there. He couldn't understand why Aaren enjoys the school so much. The girl could be easily pleased anyway. Maybe he shouldn't wonder anymore. Though his face remained blank most of the time, he was currently wearing a glare on his face. Rivaille rarely if ever, shows any emotion on his face, but it wasn't like he could be blamed if he felt angry at being abandoned. No matter how childish that sounded. With a huff, he turned and started to walk away from where his twin was. That's it. He'd ignore the older for a whole month.

Rivaille was too irritated to pay attention to where he was going. He wasn't used to being by himself. He almost always had Armin with him, and he was starting to get even more irritated with the realization that he was too dependent on his twin. It was usually the other way around. But it wasn't like he could be blamed, they had been together since they were born! And it wasn't like they were allowed to get out of their house and meet other kids too. He finally stopped when he had had enough of walking. He wasn't as athletic as his twin, and walking wasn't really an enjoyable thing either. Armin would really have to pay for this. And those kids too. If not for them, then he wouldn't have to walk around and let himself be fried under the sun. He didn't like the sun. The eleven year old looked around and realized that his feet had brought him to the cliffs, which wasn't that bad considering how he hated being in the middle of the crowd. He wasn't anti social though. He was selectively social and he hadn't met anyone who's worthy of his attention anyway. All those kids his age were either too stupid or too stuck up for him to consider talking to. Not like he was much of a talker though. His eyes then feel on a small stone near his feet which reminded him again of his twin. His annoyance returning in full force, he kicked the innocent stone away, thought of it hitting an innocent bystander not even crossing his mind.​

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[Scarlett Vittori]

Scarlet was having the time of her life in peace while sketching the spectacular view offered by the cliffs on such a day. She had not expected the view to be like this as though it seemed the rumors the students were giving away are understatements as she really appreciated what she was currently seeing. And so, she sat at the edge of the cliff, her feet dangling on the high heights, her initial fear now completely gone from the world and completely forgotten. Justin, Cris and Bud did often say that she was always lost in her own universe whenever she started to sketch something she was completely pleased by. She would lose all fear and concentration and cautiousness and instead focus wholly on the view and her skills as an artist. It always seemed to work, and she was not the least bit afraid at the moment of what may happen to her at the cliffs. She knew not the flow of time as she continued to sketch for she was completely contented at the continuous flicking of her wrist, the movement of her hand and fingers and the dark and light lines and curves left by her pencil. It was like she had never left home at all.

Peace and sanctuary were cut as soon as Scarlet felt something foreign and hard hit her head. She may well be lost in her own little world or universe or whatever people preferred to call it, but she still felt stuff like a human does. And this time, what she felt was pain. She momentarily stopped her sketching and searched for the thing that had hit her head and she had found a seemingly innocent stone that had not been there before and that seemed out of place for the rest of the stones where she was at were comparatively smaller. The stone, while still considered small, was as already as big as her thumb. She groaned at the sight of the stone and glared at it. She wasn't one to glare at people though rocks and stones and nonliving things were a completely different matter. She looked around, but in her small form while she sat and not even bothering to turn around completely, she saw no one. And so, she grabbed the thumb-sized stone, examined and glared at it for a few moments before throwing it behind her, albeit a little higher and harder than she had initially expected. Scarlet merely shrugged though and went back to sketching the view the cliffs was offering, she wanted to finish the sketch today after all, and if she was lucky, perhaps she could color it today as well.

 

[Rivaille Nightray]

Arms crossed in front of his chest, young Rivaille Nightray fought hard not to scream bloody murder while walking around in circles. The eleven year old was usually calm. Rarely was he ever fazed by anything, and it was pretty hard to get him to show any emotion, even anger. His face was almost always blank, though his eyes would betray his attempts at masking his thoughts and emotions, for they were always hard and cold, that people often mistakes that he was annoyed all the time. which wasn't really wrong, but it was only half true, for most of the time, he could care less about everything. Nothing was ever worth his time anyway. Unless it was books, and his brother. Maybe not his brother, for as childish as it sounded, he was currently irritated at the older.

His constant pacing, however, was interrupted when something came flying towards him, or more specifically, when something hit him on the head. He brought up his hand and touched his crown, checking for any presence of blood. While he wasn't scared of it, the idea of being sent to the infirmary wasn't that appealing. Sure, he would finally have a time for himself, away from the noisy crowd, but he didn't want to drink any potions nor he wanted anyone to touch him. Once he was sure that he wasn't injured in anyway, except for the bump that he could already feel growing on his head, he looked around, only to find the same stone that he had kicked minutes earlier. While he could care less about people, he paid great attention to details, and he was sure that this was the same stone. He picked it up and rolled it on his palm, irritation quickly growing. He was always the calm and quiet one but this was just getting out of hand, and the irritation at Armin was making everything worse. He scanned his surroundings for the one who threw the stone. It wasn't like it would just fly without anyone assisting it, and soon, he found the culprit. and to his surprise, or annoyance really, it was her. There was no mistaking it. It was the same girl that he had met on one of their visits to France. Contrary to what other people says, Rivaille has a sharp memory. He remembers peoples' faces, and their names too, he just pushed them to the back of his mind and pretends that he had forgotten them. remembering names meant that he had acknowledge that person's existence, and that would only encourage the other party and give him false hopes that the eleven year old Nightray wanted to be friends, which he clearly wasn't.

He felt his irritation growing. He was already reaching his limit for the day, and it was slowly draining his energy. He should turn around and return to his room, but he couldn't let this things pass, he didn't want to be associated with this girl. While he couldn't say that he hated her, he disliked her. But against better judgment, he marched towards the girl, stone still on hand. Once he was near her, he extend his hand, palm up, the innocent stone on his hand. He was glaring at her. "Mudblood," he hissed, his eyes ice cold. He wasn't entirely sure about her blood status but she did live in a place highly populated by muggles, her house further supported his theory too. Besides, he could care less about her blood status anyway. From the very beginning, since he had first seen her, he didn't like her at all. ​