It started with a Beanie

[Mizelea Brooks]

There was a sense of tense excitement in the air that morning as Mizelea prepared hurriedly for the day ahead. The sun had yet to rear its golden halo above the horizon, but to the east there was a telltale lightening that said dawn would be upon them before too long. Mizelea had no doubt in her mind that something interesting would happen today. As today was going to be the day for her shopping-spree. She had to cancel her past shopping-spree due to meeting Devlin. He was a pretty much evil boy yet she felt a spark between them. The one thing she loved about Beauxbaton is that is is near to dress shops, Mizelea loved shopping for clothes. Her parents understood that, and that was why she always had some extra money in hand if ever she saw a new pair of shoes or maybe a floral dress or something.

Back in Texas, she was the typical country girl. Boots, Cow-boy hats, plain shirts and wear of jeans. As making a fashion statement wasn't much appreciated in her Hometown. Mizelea wasn't still over with her sister Ximena, that's why she made sure to stay at school during the vacation. Other that that she'll be pretty much be busy starting up her own team for Quidditch this coming school year. Speaking fo which, she almost forgot to start the try-outs for tomorrow. Hopefully all will be well by this night, she was roaming around the streets of London hoping to find some new outfits to wear. Mizelea was wearing her typical floral dress that wasn't too short nor long, matched by her favorite sleeves denim vest and a pair of adorable dark brown flats. Her hair curled as it was lying on her shoulders. There was a certain smile on her face as she waved each person she sees passing by her. She had her beanie on one had as she wasn't sure if she'll wear it now. Just out of a sudden a tush of wind started to blow letting Mizelea's beanie fly around the street. She started to run, as she was chasing at the same time jumping her beanie hoping she could get it.

 

[James Green]

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A lot of things were different now a year had passed. Where before the Durmstrang boy had only really been dealing with the almost complete abandonment of his family, and now his gran, the only person left caring for him, was sending him into care. Seding him awat because she had no idea how to deal with a fourteen year old boy. It did not matter how often he told her, that he was more than capable of looking after himself and that they could co exist, had been lost the moment she had brought up the discussion of when she would be leaving him with officially no one, and no where to go. But, in no way did the durmstrang boy even let on that his problems were deeper than they first appeared. He was not the kind of guy who had many friends, but the friends he did have were ones he could tell everything too. This was now different. He didn't think he could continue to trust anyone like he once had. It was a sorry fact not aided by the fact he was really destined to face the world without anyone. The only way things could get better was if he was able to find a way to stay with his gran, or just back to school. Once he was back at school, the boy knew he would have very little to worry about. At durmstrung, no body gave a sh!t. He could be having the single worse day of his life, and he was pretty sure that all the people he called his friends, or those in his year would not even know that he was having one. GThey would all be completely oblvisious to it. And this was really how he liked it. People didn't know, they didn't ask and therefore, he did not have to really deal with any of the issues that he had. They could all fade into the background and he could forever ignore them. Well, until the term was over and he had to head back to whatever home he would end up in. Having already met with one social worker, it had become clear that he would not actually end up with a real family, but more a home with lots of other children around. This to him did not seem appealling and yet as his only option there was nothing that he could really do about the situation ahead of him. But this was not a day for such thoughts.

It was a warm day, and it was nice. It seemed like the perfect day to just be out and about. Which was why the durmstrang had found himself on the shopping centre, just looking for somewhere quiet to be. He would be leaving in a couple of hours for whatever home he had to go to. It was his last glimpse of real freedom, and he wanted to spend it smiling. Which was why, he'd braved the sun, and gone outside. Dressed in his dark blue denims and a plain black t-shirt, the sun easily reflected off him, giving the dark brown eyes a slightly lighter feel to them. The brown hair was spiked up in a messy way. But it looked like there was method to the madness of the hair. It was as he walked through the streets, with his eyes downwards that he realised there was something on the floor just in front of him. He walked over and picked it up. Before letting the brown eyes glance around the place. He then noticed a girl who was rushing to where he now stood with the hat. "Excuse me" He called to her, hopeful that she would stop being so frantic. "I think this is yours?" His light english accent sounding in his words as he asks the question. Now, James realises he is standing awkwardly holding a girl's hat.​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

As she was about to get her beanie back, she noticed someone already did that for her. Mizelea now tried to calm down and decided to approach the stranger holding her beanie. She then noticed it was a man preferably a boy, quite young and new. Obviously, she wasn't sure if the boy was a muggle or not. She flashed him her signature big wide smile. "Yeah! It is." she exclaimed trying to stop herself from panting. "Thank You So So Much!" she told the boy still smiling at him. Since she was a child, she'd been a klutz. Also Mizelea adored the stranger's English accent, as all the girls were pretty much driven by it's tone. Realizing the boy was still holding her beanie, "May I have it back Mister? she asked him closing her fist then reaching for her arm to grip her hand into.

The boy looked quite gorgeous indeed that she couldn't help to blush around the stranger. Shaking her head, as she was pretty much aware that her cheeks started to burn. The sensation ended quickly as she hoped it to be. Biting her lips at the same time standing there, while waiting for the boy to return her Beanie back to her. Mizelea watched the different cars passing by, same goes to the adults and childrens crossing the streets of London.

 

[James Green]

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It had been fairly easy for the durmstrang to notice whom the hat did belong to, since it was clearly a girl's hat, and there was a girl practically running down the street, clearly looking at the ground around her. He was not that accostumed to girls and the way they were when it came to belongings, but it was clear that while he would have probably not followed his hat down the street, it was important enough to the girl. James did realise that this year, he would have to be careful with his belongings. Sure he had quite a number and they were all very important to him, but packing up his things to live in a group home, and even at that, he really had no interest in staying in that kind of a place. Sure it would be a hell of a lot more stable than any home he could make on the street, or with friends, but it did not help him in the slightest if he had lots of belongings. The durmstrang boy, who was english more than any thing else had never thought his life would become what it had. Of course he had never expected his parents to go. He had never expected to be abandoned by all the people in his life that he cared about. James was not the kind of guy that really expected his life to take such a turn. It had been just a few hard months that was becoming the hardest thing he'd had to face so far. As the kind of person whose family had once meant everything, where, his parents had been caring and honest, to now when he had nothing left from what had been, apart from old pictures that did not even seem real. It was just the way things were. James looked to the girl with his dark brown eyes, he realised that she had just asked for her hat back. He glanced down and then handed it to her, giving a small slightly awkward smile. Knowing that holding on to the hat like he had down would look a little weird and for that he was pretty sorry. He didn't want to cause any form of discomfort to the girl. "I'm sorry" he quickly said to her, knowing that an apology would most likely go a long way, though he was a little unsure as to what he was apologising for.

"You should be more careful, the English wind do not like hats" James was assuming that the girl was probably not from England, but even if she was, she would understand where he was coming from about the winds. London had pretty wacky weather at times. He had to give it that. "I'm James" He smiled again although this time it was different. It was a confident smile, the girl in front of him was very pretty, and having a chance, with her would be nice. And if not, introductions would do no harm. His dark brown eyes met her eyes, as he smiled. "It's a pleasure." He added holding out his hand to the girl, waiting to see if she would accept it, or just walk away. His life might be going to sh!t but it did not mean that he could not make a few new friends.​

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Out of Character:

Sorry for the wait

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea could feel her skin rising up, ghost bumps in short. As the wind was blowing through their direction, she then started to rub her arms to ease the cold feeling of the air. Still smiling at the boy she watched his expression change. Mizelea was indeed fascinated with a persons features when he or she is thinking about some things privately. If only she was a mind reader, then it would be quite easier to talk to a stranger or such. Closing her palms as she was at the same time twirling her dark brown hair, she looked at it wondering is she should maybe give it some flowing curls. Mizelea was born with her straight hair, at times she would just rather be it curled. Still she loved the way she is, even though it means ignoring the new hairstyles and such.As the stranger returned her beanie, she flashed him a smile once more. This time her smile was intentionally for giving thanks to the boy. She reached out her hand and got her beanie back with her possesion. "Thanks again, and no need no apologize." she told the boy who seems to be worried about the whole incident.

Though Mizelea noticed that the boy quite looked somehow serious, as if she could attract weird or maybe serious type of boys. "I know, as this isn't the first time my hat came running away." she teased herself followed by a gentle giggle. As the boy's smile changed, she was now sure that the boy was indeed a good person. "Nice to meet you James! I'm Mizelea though you could call me Mizzy, Zel, Mizel, Leah.. anything really." she stated as if she was mocking herself. This was the usual way of her introducing herself to strangers. Though it would be better if she'd been called Mizelea as only close friends call her by her nicknames. As their eyes met, she was lost into his captivating brown eyes. Though Mizelea's eyes were a bit darker than his, she then looked at the boys hand and quickly shake it as pleasant as she could assuring she was doing the right thing.

 

[James Green]

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As he waited for her to respond with her own name, he finally got a proper look at the girl standing in front of him. She was clearly by her accent at least English, or had a close relative that made her speak with such an accent. She was about his age. He looked a little older than his actual age, but this was mere by the way that James stood. Proud and tall. Ignoring stares that followed him. Despite everything in his life taking a turn for the worse, there were few that actually knew anything about him, and he played it as if there was nothing wrong with him. Nothing at all. Pretending all was perfect around others was much easier than actally admitting that there was a problem in his life. It wasn't like any of his friends would actually be willing to help him out. He didn't have that many close friends, and James was not entirely a friendly person. He was snappy, and tended to appear cold when people tried to speak to him, about anything remotely personal. But this was his front. It always had been, even when things were perfect. Just, right in that moment with this gorgeous girl standing in front of him, all he could think was why the hell not. he doubted that they would ever cross paths again, as much as he desired it. He was being shipped off back to school, and when he returned to England, he would no longer have a proper home. So, it was clear that he would be fairly unwilling to go. But, there was little choice in the matter. James as much as he hated his gran for giving up on him, so soon after everything else, but he wasn't going to be difficult. Being difficult just made things harder for his gran, and after all, it would not help him in the long run. If he got a reputation of being difficult it would be ultimately awful, since people would treat him as a problem child, which in reality James was not. Just his entire situation was not exactly one he ever expected to find himself in. "It's nice to meet you, Mizzy." He would let himself admit that the name was weird. But, he had an odd middle name. So he could hardly say much.

"You could call me Jamie if you wanted, so of my friends from school do, but I'm not bothered. My name is so plain, compared to yours." he gave a light laugh, clearly meaning what he said as a compliment to the girl. "Don't meet many Mizelea these days." He added, with another smile. Noting that her eyes were only a dark version of his brown. She had amazing brown flowing hair. Where is he had fairly short, and very messy hair. He kept her gaze for a few moments beofre letting them linger around the cars that passed them in the street. It was a dark grey day, with a wind. A typical day for Londoners. It was not in any way like the weather he would encounter while at Durmstrang. It was in a way pretty amazing. He loved London. it's business. The way, there seemed to be unspoken rules, like only tourists seemed to actually look where they were going. That walking slowly was a very big no, in the centre of the city. The little things, like, the fact it wasn't raining meaning that the weather was good. Compared to what most would think about the weather. James loved London for it's vast size and the way it just had so many people of so many different nationalities. And the fact that no one really cared about anyone else. Pulling his eyes away from the street, the dark brown found themselves staring that the girl. He brushed his hands against his jeans, what to say. "So, I know we've just met, but, you want to go to the cinema, or something? Or we could go to Hyde Park? If you are not busy." James asked, a little nervously, but still smiling. His slight confidence still aparent, just his nervous a little stronger. He knew considering they'd just met she'd be well in her right to turn him down. He just wanted a little bit of company of his last day before being shipped off somewhere new. And if it was the company of someone he didn't know, Even more so, since it was a very pretty girl.​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

For some reason Mizelea started to slowly sway, as she noticed the boy was somehow started to think of random thought just like her. She was indeed very weird, at time Mizelea was caught dancing inside the barn. It wasn't ordinary dancing of course, she was dancing with her horses, cows and even pigs. Well, this was her and she never did changed ever since she was a child she was the same girl who loved to smile a lot. People thought that she was strange, some already understood that she was just really that friendly. One time his father told him that when she was younger, she was almost taken away from them in which she was going to be kidnap. Mizelea would always befriend a stranger, that's why. Though now she tries to rationalized and try to see if the person has no bad intention with her. Being mature was difficult process for her and now that she's the captain of a Beauxbaton team back in school she needed to gain respect and that means she needs to act like her age that is.

Mizelea snap out of her thoughts upon hearing James talking to her. "Me too!" she exclaimed with delight covering her whole aura. So the boy chose, Mizzy to call her. "Jamie it is! Every name hides a meaning you know." she stated and ended up her sentence with a wink. "Yeah me too.." she joked followed by her signature giggle. He then looked directly at the boys face when he looked away and decided to glance at the cars rushing by "London huh?" she said facing the same James was facing. Mizelea remained her smiled when she then glanced back at the boy who was also staring at her. "Sure, I'd love to.. Just lead the way." she said as her smile started to soften as a means of sincerity.

 

[James Green]

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<SIZE size="50">It was certain for one that taking a girl, that he had just met to the cinema was not something that james did often. While he could appear very confident and full of charm, it is important to remember that at only fourteen years of age, he still was not completely comfortable in his own skin. Which wasn't hard to believe considering how much his life had changed in the past few months. What he had been comfortable with before was now no longer happening. During the future term, James knew he would have a lot to deal with. Not to mention going to Durmstrang was not going to be easy. As a school that prided itself on purity, and dark magic, it was not hard to believe that James was warming to it. He had previous had no intention of ever getting involved with those who like to make people's lives hell, but considering that his was, he couldn't be entirely blamed for wanting the same for others. Obviously it would still be very different, but still somewhat close. But, it was meeting girls like her, reminded him of what it had been like before, and how really it was up to him to decide what path he decided to take. If he was going to go with evil or stay where he was. Flashing a small smile at the girl, "Great" James said, before beginning to walk in the general direction of the cinema. It would be nice, to sit in a dark place with some girl that he would probably never run into again considering where he was off to. As he walked he stole small glances at the girl, his pace was fairly slow, and while he looked to her every so often. He was taking in the sights and sounds of central London. Breathing deeply and with a general expression of content on his face as he did so. It was not that he loved the city, just that he knew in his heart that he would sorely miss it. The terrible weather, the people, the company. He wasn't quite sure what to say to Mizzy. She seemed like a lovely person, and she was gorgeous, but James was at a loss for words. None seemed to come and it was making it harder for him to start one. Which he didn't want, since he had asked her to join him, and not the other way around.

"What brings you to this part of London? Or London in general." He asked her, not evening knowing if she was from this city. For all he knew she was just spending a holiday in London, and actually lived in Liverpool. She didn't have the accent, but there were a few that managed to escape the accent. A small amount. "Anything in particular you'd like to see?" James then asked, not wanting to make the decision. He would leave it to her, and while she might not be entirely sure, James would go to anything. Literally. Since anything was better than being alone with his thoughts and then having to pack up his belongings. Or the few that he had left. When most of his life had gone up in flames. "I'll literally go see anything." James met her eyes and smiled. Then, feeling confident he reached out, and put his hand near hers, held it open, as if to ask if she wanted to take him hand. He knew it was odd, and if she didn't want to, it could very well be awkward, but James didn't care. "Not even kidding, Mizzy" James could just tell that spending a few hours with Mizzy would do wonders for his mind and thoughts on the coming days.
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[Mizelea Brooks]

It was indeed going to be a wonderful day for the two, though it wasn't Mizelea's first time be alone with a complete stranger he had just met it seems like a great idea to spend the day with the guy. Still she wanted to know more about him, she eagerly took one long glance at the boy. He was indeed quite handsome despite the messy hair and all. "It's been kind of a hobby of mine to wanderlust." she told him still holding that smile. She then placed her hands at her back, somehow skipping at each step like a kinder garden. The weather was more cooler than Texas, though at time she would really get homesick but then by just remembering her sister Ximena everything seems to disappear. "Well, I'd like surprises so .. Surprise Me!" she exclaimed and still remained smiling at Jamie.

Mizelea was pretty much hard to find out, as she loves unplanned things except when in comes to school work that is. "Anything it is." she cheered as if she was joking. Still she needed to know a few information about the boy. "So, How 'bout we change information about each other, You know to escape all this awkwardness?" she asked him confidently. It would be such a boredom if the two would just be left staring at each other and as if there were hiding their glances. Mizelea was used to awkward moments, as she herself is somehow awkward. She then noticed Jamie reaching out his open hands to hers. Simply smiling at him, she grabbed gently his hands and placed hers on it. Also she couldn't help to look at him in the eyes. "Try not to be too serious, will you?"she answered followed by a wink at the end of her sentence.

 

[James Green]

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Walking slowly beside the girl, was something that the Durm teen was fairly happy to do. Not because he was lonely, but because the girl he was with seemed like the real deal. Not just some stuck up girl, like most of the ones from his school. All obsessed with looking the absolute best, and making some people's lives a misery. Their worlds revolved around money, and while he hardly knew Mizzy, she appeared to him to be completely different from them. Smiling to himself at his small stroke of luck, the teen attempted to relax. He generally was a lot more lose than this, but it just to him seemed like today was not the day to be relaxed and normal. His mind was plagued with thoughts he desperately desired to ignore, and the only way this seemed possible was to spend time with some girl, who had a slight american accent. As for which film they should see, James didn't know. He had been recently, but having not paid much attention, he could not say what was actually on at the cinema. However since she didn't know, he pretty much figured that she wouldn't mind if he turned down seeing the chick flick. If there was one on. However, if it came down to it, he would still let Mizzy have the final say. After all, this was his treat to her. The sort of date he was taking her on. While he was still young and dates were new to him, he figured as the guy he should let her have the final say, and he was still to pay. Although James pretty much wanted to hold on to as much money as he could, there was also a part of him, which figured that one last cinema visit would be okay. That he would learn to get by. After all, it surely could not be that bad. He was just a little pessmistic and a little cynical. In the end it would probably be fine. He would never belong to another family again, but at least their would be a roof over his head and food in his stomach. Or so he hoped. Glancing at her he smiled again. "That's good. Surprises are fun." His light accent played on his words. His voice showing how happy he was to meet her, and be able to surprise her.

The second question made him take a small pause in walking before starting up again. Short, but still clear as day that the question was not one James really wanted to talk about. He couldn't then be mean to the girl. She was just asking a simple question, and the dark brown eyes that were similar to his, only made him realise that lying would be pointless. Just omitting some parts of the truth would serve him a lot more. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll go first, since you suggested it" James fell silent as he thought for a moment. How would he shape his words, what to say, what to not say. Would she want to know anything about him. Would what he said bring old memories back to the surface. James had just met Mizzy, he wasn't sure how to start. But as she took his hand, he looked to her and smiled. "I'm trying." He smiled back, before taking a small breath. "Well, My name is James Ithuriel Green. Yeah, Ithuriel like the Archangel in the bible. It means discovery of god. I'm fourteen. I'm moving to Poland, so I can be closer to my school. I'm moving tomorrow. My dad was a lawyer, but he died. And my mum is off exploring the world." He didn't mention that he actually didn't know where his mother was, or if she was even still alive. And he didn't mention that his father had died only two months before. And he didn't mention that his gran who was of magical blood had pretty much managed to not only kick him out, but kick him out to a different country where he barely knew the language. "I'm an only child, I prefer cats to dogs. I think Starbucks is better than Costa. Oh, and I love the colour blue. Your turn."​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

It wasn't Mizelea's first time walking next to a boy, though it was her first time holding a boys hand. It might seem awkward but somehow Mizelea didn't wanted to let go just yet. She then glanced downward, still a bit shock with the whole scenario. Mizelea remained her smile on her face and listened to Jamie's words. Simply nodding, as she waited for him to share details and information about himself. "Ithuriel is a nice name, quite religious to. Poland? Where do you go to school anyway? she paused and wondered if Jamie was a wizard or something. "What? Tomorrow? You're joking right?.... she exclaimed surprisingly. Here she is meeting a nice guy like Jamie only to find out he was leaving tomorrow, and he gets a day to spend his remaining days with her. She felt horrible upon hearing his father dying, it was just too hard to take it all in in if he was her. "I'm so sorry to hear that." he said to him. He was different after all, his life was a indeed complicated, that is if he wasn't lying.

Still she wanted to lighten up the mood, "Uh, Oh.. My turn, right!" she stated. "Well for starters my name is Mizelea Amanda Brooks. Though I prefer using Mizelea instead of Amanda, as it's very common.I'm fourteen too and I'm from Dallas, Texas which explains my whole accent." she giggled. "My parents are pretty much alive, healthy, strong and happily married. I have two sibling, I'm the middle child. One older sister and one younger brother. I really love animals as I own many of them, different kinds. And Well, I love all colors." she told him still bothered with the boys life.

 

[James Green]

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Giving a light laugh he had to disagree with his middle name. It was a little annoying that it was as such. He had no interest in God, or any angels. Because as far as he was concerned they didn't exist, for if they did, he wouldn't be given such a losy lot in the past few months. And he couldn't be expected to really be okay with it all. However in the grand scheme of things the durmstrang boy thought he was dealing with it well. A lot better than most others would be dealing with such the things he was currently going through. Which he at times didn't believe. But, he knew it would be fact. The Durmstrang boy knew that it was a pretty bad situation, but as long as he kept it together he could be okay. He just had to relie on himself. And only himself. James nodded, "The school, is like a boarding military school for gifted people" He didn't say the school's name, since it wouldn't make a difference. If she was a muggle it wouldn't matter. And he couldn't be bothered attempting to explain anymore. Afterall he was leaving the next day. And she would be left to ponder the name. This way it wouldn't matter. No school name, no growing curiousity. "I wish I was, but no. Since my parents were both born in Poland, they are keen to send me back to be in the Polish system." James said with a smile. "I wish it was different, but school starts soon anyway, staying in London. Too many memories." James shrugged as he spoke as if it didn't really bother him at all. As if it was something completely simple and easy to do. Walking away from the home he had always known. Of course it wasn't but he wasn't about to talk to this random girl about his home issues. What would it matter to her. Since he was leaving the next day. He shook his head as she apologised. It was silly that people did that. Apologised for something that they had nothing to do with. James had always thought that stupid, but then he knew there was not much else which could actually be said.

Glad at the fact that Mizzy had taken over and was now talking about herself. James knew he had to relax, or at least attempt to help relax the mood between them. It wasn't her fault and it wasn't his, it was just circumstance which lead to James talking about his life, and mentioning that his life was pretty much partying in the gutter of misery. It wasn't like it was going to change anything, but it would be nice to not think about it. But, he enjoyed listening to her talk. It appeared to him as if her life had been good. Growing up in a place like Texas was weird for him to imagine. Since he had grown up in quiet dull London, Texas was an odd place. "Texas? Well you are far from home. It's very different from here I guess" He commented smiling at her. His brown eyes meeting hers. He nodded as she continued. "What are your siblings like? And which animals do you own?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation on her rather than him. "The cinema is not too far from here. Like another ten minutes walking." He commented glancing as to where they were and which direct they were heading in.​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

It felt nice to hear Jamie laugh, she adored his laughter as if it was hidden. Mizelea's smile grew wider and wider, her lips were kinda of big yet luscious in a way. It was really a waste for the boy to go to Poland and leave the wonderful Europe. It had been Mizelea's second home, and yet she wondered if Europe was the place to stay forever. Chuckling for a moment, she then returned her attention to his. "How gifted is gifted?" she teased him wondering if he was kind of a psycho or was he that talented. Mizelea tired to take in all down the information and started to ask herself that was meant for Jamie. "If your father was dead and your mother is travelling then you'll be alone!?" she thought worried of the poor Jamie. How could things occur so fast, and the fact that Military school isn't that nice to hear. "Well do you want to go? or are you forced to go?" she asked her curiously. It seems a sad sad idea for Mizelea to meet a nice guy and end up not seeing him again. As much as possible she wanted to do this again.

"Very much, though I always miss my hometown." she answered him as she looked up to the cloud and wondered why all this happened in just a few hours. The day was still young, she wanted to make this day memorable for Jamie as possible. As she was done looking at the sky she turned her head and looked at Jamie's eyes which was also looking at hers. "My siblings? Ximena's well a pain in butt? and well my younger brother Dezandre is well such an angel." she stated not wanting to discuss her sister further. It was the only thing she hated the most, anything related to her sister disgusts her. As everyone sees her as perfect and more beautiful, Mizelea was always being compared to her which made her hate her more and more each day. "You know... Dogs, Cats, Horses, Cows, Pigs, Parakeets, Hamsters, Rats, and Monkeys.. There are more really. she cheered. "You know we can just like talk and walk at the same time, that is if you're not yet tired?" she asked him wondering if the idea she stated was a good one.

 

[James Green]

As if in the girl telling him to relax he did in fact feel himself relaxing a lot more than he would with anyone else. He'd pretty much been on defense the entire time he'd been in the UK, dealing with everything in his life. Well attempting to come to terms with it all. It wasn't until recently that everything had truly gone to sh!t. And he'd just put up walls to stop people from getting to know his situation. All his old friends from school, he hadn't spoken to the entire summer, and he'd pretty much pushed them out of his life. He was sure at school, he could make his apologises and everything could return back to normal. The fourth year durmstrang teen, smiled at her question. It was odd to try to explain what Durmstrang was without blurting out that he was a wizard, and it was a wizarding school, for those that were more inclined to the dark arts. SOmething which he had to admit he was interested in. Maybe not to become a deatheater, but he wanted to cause a lot of misery to those that were currently making his life hell. His social worker, his gran for somehow managing to get him sent to Poland and no longer allowed to stay in the UK. But, this wasn't how to say it. "Gifted as in good at a certain thing. Where do you go to school? Is it here in London?" He said, not saying that the certain thing was magic. He would let her decide what she thought. After all, if she thought magic, then it could only mean that she too was of wizarding blood. And in that, he knew that their relationship might not be just destined to this date. If it could be called just that. It was really his first, and to him, it was less of a date, just him walking with a girl he'd just met, who was beautiful, and he was sure the world stopped and stared each time she smiled, since he was pretty sure he did, and it was just a inward way for him to not be alone on his last day in London. "I went last year, I've been going for about 4 years. My dad went. So not forced, I'm just being moved to Poland, since my parents are Polish, I am too. And instead of being in the British system, I'll be in the Polish system. My gran's wishes." He said simply, as if it meant little to him. As if, it was just normal and happened everyday. Of course it wasn't, he hated that his gran was just giving up on him. He knew he would never be a problem to her, but his gran had disagreed. James met the girl's eyes and smiled. "It's just my luck, that I meet a gorgeous girl on my last day, and will probably never be able to see again."

James nodded as she spoke, it would such a change to go from Texas to the UK. But, James loved the UK. It was his home, and it was clear that the firl probably also liked the UK. It was different from Texas, but he imagined that it would be in a good way. James noticed that Mizzyt was looking up, he was curious so he followed her gaze to the sky. It was odd, since he saw nothing. So instead, James let his eyes return to the floor that he'd been previously staring at. Listening to her talk talk about her siblings, he could tell a distinct tone of distaste as she spoke briefly of her elder sister. He was an only child so he no idea what it would be like, but it was clear she didn't enjoy it. At least the elder sister, she probably enjoyed her younger brother. He laughed lightly as she listed the animals that she'd had. "So, you basically lived on a farm? I've only ever seen monkeys in zoos, that must have been cool to own one" James said, smiling, clearly enjoying the fact she had lived with so many animals. He didn't think he could've coped with that many. "You must really love animals. I don't think I could've coped." He laughed again. There was only a little hilarity in the topic, but he didn't think one person could in a lifetime own that many creatures. Not to mention, he was just imagining the monkeys. He looked to her as she suggested that they just walk and talk. He looked a little confused for a second, and then just nodded. "You know, that sounds nice. And I'm not tired. Not yet anyway. I guess we could walk towards Hyde Park. Why did you move from Texas to the UK?" he asked curious, although he didn't know if she would actually answer him. So, he fell silent after that, and looked from her to the area in front of him, just walking towards where the park was.​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea kept her smile with her, as the two were still walking. Still feeling a bit sad that Jamie will be leaving tomorrow for Poland. As she heard the boy asking what school she was enrolled in, she started to worry. If ever the boy turns out to be a muggle, it would really matter. "Me? School? Erm.. It's near the city of Cannes in southern France. she told the boy. Then if he turned out to be a wizard like her then obviously he should know that Beauxbatons lies there. "How about you? What's the school in Poland?" she asked Jamie ignoring the fact that her heartbeat started to race. She kept nodding like a little girl, digesting each information about Jamie. "Yeah Me too, It's sad to see a fine man around here. So Who's the gorgeous girl anyway?" she asked. Mizelea was serious she never saw herself as gorgeous in anyway. For her she was too awkward to be hanging out with boys and mostly boys would just see her like a younger sister or a friend.

She wasn't a tomboy at all, the fact that she likes to wear skirts most of the time. Mizelea even glanced back wondering if there was any other girl following them, she was too confuse that the word she only heard was the gorgeous girl"So is that two different schools?" she asked him still wondering if the boy was a muggle or not. "Yeah, it's quite big than a usual farm, though it's modernized now. Except for one of our barns. Sanchie? Yes, it's lovely to own one. Especially when he's constantly plays with you all the time." Mizelea stated still smiling as she remembered Sanchie her monkey. The last time she saw him was when Mizelea have met Jeremy back in Texas.

"Hyde Park it is." she cheered and went on answering Jamie's questions. "It was my choice. Well, I go to school here. Like I said it's near the city of Cannes in southern France. I found the school quite interesting. Also I didn't wanted to be with my sister for the rest of my life. I mean I love her but, I just really want some freedom. I get homesick though as I pretty much miss Texas, still the education is worth it." she told Jamie forgetting that Fashion was one of the reasons too. "Oh and I love the shops around here too." she chuckled and got a piece of her hair that was now on her face and pulled it back to her ear.