It's just girl stuff.

[Taylor Rosetti]

Taylor Rosetti wanted to relax. He had been studying like mad for the last few months, trying to pull up his grades in a far fetched attempt to maybe win back his parents love and let him move back in again. But he knew that it was no use, his parents and brother had pretty much disowned him and forced him to leave Beauxbatons. So he had joined a new school and though it was three years down the track he still hadn't been comfortable enough to make friends. The students a his old school had known of his secret and ridiculed him every second of the day making his life a living hell. But Taylor had been smart, he had enrolled at Durmstrang as a girl, Taylor thankfully worked as a girls name too, and so far no one suspected anything, for once he felt like he fitted in somewhere.

Shutting his book with a snap Taylor ran a hand through his long hair. He had done enough studying. Sliding his book off his bed and into his bag Taylor picked up and hat and slipped it on. Glancing out the window he smiled, it was sunny out which meant he could go out and relax in the sun. Though it was sunny it was hardly ever really warm so he grabbed a jacket and rushed out of the room and out on to the schools grounds. Finding a spot in direct sunlight Taylor spread his jacket out on the grass before sitting on it and pulling his knees up to his chin. Taking a deep steadying breath the blond instantly remembered why he had spent so much time studying, to block out the reason he was out the school in the first place. It wasn't his fault that he felt like a girl trapped in a male's body, it was just his bad luck, besides his parents should've accepted him anyway, like parents were supposed too. What ever happened to unconditional love? Closing his eyes Taylor shook his head slightly, "Stupid useless parents!" he muttered under his breath, relaxing wasn't brightening his mood much.​

 

[Michelle Magonus]

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<COLOR color="#000">Michelle Arden James was in quite a good mood today. Maybe because she had not been woken up early by the alarm that always seemed to ring right in her ears? Or maybe it was that she had a letter from her uncle? Yup, that was probably it, the letter from Uncle Cameron. She clutched the letter to her chest and sighed quietly. She had only known him for a few months, but she was so happy that she finally had some family to lean on, she had yet to officially meet him, face-to-face, but she couldn't wait to, apparently she had half cousins, and a sort of aunty and uncle because Cameron was in a relationship, and that person had a little boy! How wonderful! But Mitchie's smile started to fade as she thought about actually meeting the family she had always wanted, they seemed to happy... so perfect... One was a Professor at a magical school, the other was an animagus! They were the sorts of people her uncle hung out with, not teenage misfits like herself. Her two half cousins were twins, and they sounded like a bubbly, happy pair, they were older than her, but were apparently really nice. How could she measure up to such people? Mitchie was just a closed lesbian with no friends and a bad past, how would she ever fit in? What would happen if he found out about what a freak she was? Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she thought about being abandoned again. Not again, she wasn't sure she could handle being left alone by people again, someone that she already trusted. But Uncle Cameron didn't sound like that... not to her knowledge anyway, but he might act differently when he actually meets her and gets proof that she's a freak.

Mitchie looked around the grounds, practically abandoned of all life, she shrugged, the world must have sensed her presence and evacuated the area. Nothing seemed to like Mitchie. She had been here for six years, and no friends or fun times to her name. Michelle Arden James was an absolute nobody. No-one would miss her at graduation, and no-one would even realise that she had graduated, although she did have good grades, amazingly, so that was a place atleast. Seeing someone on the grass, Mitchie turned her head curiously, they were in a little ball. She didn't know why, probably because she was feeling lonely, and removed her own large jacket and laid it on the grass and sat down next to the girl. Even though it was quite chilly, Michelle had lived here her whole life, she was accustomed to the weather and it didn't bother her too much, but of course, too much exposure would earn her a cold, she didn't have to worry about that just now. A few minutes of silence passed before Mitchie realised that she should say something. "Um... hello..." She said in her native tongue, Swedish. Her voice was timid, because she was nervous, she had not spoken to people for awhile.​

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[Taylor Rosetti]

Taylor was lost in some rather dark thoughts about his family when he was shaken out of it by someone elses presence. Shaking his head a minuscule amount to clear his head and to refocus on the present moment. It had become a habit, he would just faze out and the world would pass him by without him even realising it. He tended to miss both important events and classes when he got into that mood, so he usually made sure to keep himself busy. To keep his mind on the job. When the stranger sat Taylor streched out his legs, letting the pale light hit them. He never tanned so he had nothing to worry about. The blond glanced a the girl, she wasn't speaking, so he didn't either. Perhaps she just wanted to quietly sit and he wasn't going to deny her that if that was what she wanted. It wasn't like he minded, silence was golden and all that crap. Looking back out in front of him Taylor let his eyes unfocus again, letting his mind wander once again.

Finally the stranger spoke, and Taylor turned her head to look at her as she spoke. Not knowing the language the girl was speaking the blond bit his lip, he could speak in Italian or in English, and hope that at least one of them the other girl spoke. Picking English Taylor smiled "Hi?" he asked, hoping that, that was what she was saying and not some kind of insult. That would have been just his luck if it was someone else that hated him, he had enough haters as it was, he didn't need another one. Biting his lip he attempted a warm smile, trying to come across as polite "I'm Taylor" he added extending a small hand.
OCC: Short sorry.​