It's only in your head

[Devlin Howard]

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<COLOR color="#2F4F4F">The chill of winter began to seep into the air, effectively nipping at anyone's skin who even dared to dress stupidly in this weather. Watching the city life pass him, Devlin surprisingly felt at ease with his eyes closed, a white scarf made of rich cashmere being his only resistance to the cold. It was times like these; he sat back and enjoyed the peace and quiet around him. He enjoyed these days, and annoying, they come so rarely these days.

Devlin Howard was by no means an emotional man. He was stoic by nature and never without a mask of indifference. It was this firm mask, as well as a deep internal coldness, which kept his circle of friends sparse. Which was just the way he liked it, thank you. He hated the way people always had to involve themselves in the business of others, he hated the fact that their lives revolved around inane gossip, and most of all, he hated the fact that, try as he might, he always ended up hearing all the aforementioned inane gossip. He had no sympathy for children. In fact, he positively hated them. Snivelling little brats; why, dear God, did they have to be so loud? They were the living, stinking personifications of shouting voices, running noises and bloody knees.

Opening his eyes to the sky above him, his good mood was ruined and he exhaled angrily before glaring at the children around him. "Shut up!" Just why do these children need to go out and destroy his so precious moment of peace and silence. The park suddenly got quiet. But even the silence didn't last. One cry from a little kid had resulted to a chorus of it, with their mothers consoling the so called angels and taking them away from him. Devlin merely glared, if looks could just kill, he had been a mass murderer now. Closing his eyes once more, he shut the world around him off. He wanted his peace and quiet, and just one more sound, one more sound to annoy his ears off, and this stupid people would know that they should have never messed with him.​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

Just like any normal teenager, Mizelea had an insecurity. Her mouth, it looked bigger than the others making her feel even more unique in a way. Kissable lips as he father would joke, still she loved applying her bold and bright red lipstick. Emphasizing it shape and size, which preferable made it nicer that the usual. With that set and told, Mizelea got her cloak and began to wear it for the day. Winter was ending fast and school will begin anytime soon. She checked her clock and calendar, noticing she still had a few days to enjoy her break. Leaving her dorm room locked, the brunette made her way outside the school and into Europe. She was not there to shop but just to wander around and enjoy the cool whether since she didn't got a chance too back in Texas, where everything seems to be summer-ish and to add that up was her temper rising up whenever her sister would visit them. It was just horrible, seeing her engaged with her Doctor fiance. Continuing to be little miss prefect and attention seeker, which made Mizelea feel bad.

So, since the day was still young she decided to take a stroll. Perhaps to window shop or something, since the last she had done that was during her encounter with James. And that didn't go well as planned, she held her purse tight into her arms and made her way to the bust streets. Children running around, which made her think of her future someday. And that where some of the snotty kids come in, as she stared at them while walking pass them. One day she'll have family of her own that is if she get into a relationship first, this idea would always invade her mind. Making want to feel in love at the age of sixteen, back at home girls like her were dating meeting boy and flirting with them. On the other hand she was here along wandering, single and well thinking about being in love.

Everything just seems to be a bit of blurry of her, and just when she was about to take a left, at the corner of the sidewalk she saw a familiar face. Too familiar that she had to go back and rewind her footsteps, it was Devil or was it Devlin. The boy he met a year ago, the one where he got mad at her of some sort. And that where it hit her, "Why do I meet this complicated and insensitive guys." she thought as she took a big sigh. Mizelea pursed her lips and decided to get noticed by him, but first she decided to snap her finger just so her could notice her even more.

 

[Devlin Howard]

Devlin's life had always been messy, in fact, he himself had already been dubbed as messed up by a lot of people, a lot which includes even those who do not know him really well. He was quite sure that most people in the park by now has that thought in their minds too, what with him shouting at them like he owns the place, which is in no way true. But who cares, he's messed up anyways so what he does is what he does. Be it that people call him mad, or a devil more so, he didn't care. He knew that since the very beginning. He's not kind, he was not supposed to be like that at all, it was already decided since the beginning, and nothing will be able to change that, none at all.

Life for Devlin had never been easy or peaceful too, and that is why he really treasures this rare moments of silence, whether this moment of silence was something that is freely given to him or something that he forcefully takes. So when he heard a snap somewhere around him, his blood had immediately boiled. for most people, such snap wouldn't matter at all, for such sound is nothing of an inconvenience. But not for Devlin, just a small sound of a bird's chipper or a small and inaudible sound of someone walking is enough to make him angry. All he wants was a moment of peace, and these d@mn people are not willing to give it to him. If that's what they want, then he'll just forcefully take that treasured silence from them. "I told you to keep silent d@mn it.." He yelled once more, glaring at everyone as if some sort of a hole would appear right then and there and swallow them all. If that would just happen, then probably, for the first time, he'll thank someone. ​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea pursed her lips, knowing Devlin didn't likes noises nor did he noticed she was there looking at him. He looked tensed, just like the last she met him a year ago. She took the opportunity to look at him carefully, his features. Up to his cheekbones and down to his shoes, he did looked fairly handsome not bad for starters. Suddenly Mizelea could feel her body heat up, she quickly pursed her lips and tried to look away. She was sixteen and her hormones began to immerse like hell, she then continued to look this time more like in an awkward way. Clenching her jaw, she held her back to get distracted. It was one of those moment you could just snap a picture and store it forever. He looked so dashing when he looked mad or furious, maybe that was the reason why she teased him a lot.

The brunette couldn't take it any longer and decided to say something, anything to get noticed. "Grumpy as always." she said in a her normal voice, excluding her western accent. Wrapping her arms, she look at his direction then swiftly looked away once more. In which she now had a problem of what most teenagers calls a "crush". It was all new to her liking a guy and to make it worst liking a mad guy that will never like her back. And so she fixed her hair and placed a stand behind her ear, wondering when will she be noticed. By him and by other boys, was there something wrong about her? Was she not attractive like Beauxbatons student or mostly like her sister. No blames her for acting like that, since she had been a tomboy most of her life it was only when she eleven that she decided to be one of those girly girl types. Everything seems to swirl in as she stood there waiting for an answer, waiting for a guy to swoon her over.

 

[Devlin Howard]

Devlin crossed his arms in front of him, eyes still burning with anger as he continues to glare at everyone around him. His oh so wonderful start of the day had been perfectly ruin, and he is definitely not happy about it. Someone is going to pay, and whoever that someone is, that someone will be so sorry to have even crossed path with him or to have even been born. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up..." He repeated, his eyes landing on a small kid clinging on his mother for her dear life. Oh just how much he hates these kids, They reminded him so much of his sister, the sister that he could just kill if not for Donavon always interfering. "Back off shrimp" He said, voice full of annoyance as he massaged his temple. This is causing him so much headache, and he didn't like it at all.

Just as he thought that everyone on the park had been afraid of him and had known already that it is better to just ignore him and stay away from him, he heard someone speak. The voice was so familiar, so familiar in fact that he had to quickly turn his head to see the source of the voice. It was that girl, the girl that he had met at the cake shop before, that weird girl who had really worked him up from his annoyance. His eyes lit up in recognition, but he decided not to show that he had indeed recognized her, and instead, he decided to not respond, ignoring her in the process of doing so. He'd just pretend that he didn't know her, and probably, she'll just leave him alone.​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Still she continued to stood there, watching him being annoyed at the innocent kid. He looked far more angry and rude in some and it made her worry if something was wrong with her for actually liking him. Devlin was brutal, preferable sadistic and mad at the world. But for some reason Mizelea didn't mind at all, even though they were the exact opposite. Just like how she developed a crush on James, he was a private person and was living in his own misery. And somehow she liked him for him, always the negatives one. Mizelea didn't admit that he liked those type of guys until now, as she continued to gaze at Devlin who seems to be ignoring her. She knew well that he had heard her voice, that somehow he even recognized her. Was she that annoying? Was she that ugly too look at? As another round of questions spun her head, she looked pass by him and wondered what to do. Of course she didn't wanted to leave just yet, at least something interesting would happen. Anything, as she hoped she began to think about to choices. Leaving or staying, the pros and the cons of the two and ended up staying.

"I'm not leaving anytime soon." she assured him, her armed still wrapped around her body. Until one kid hurriedly approached her, hugging her knees. As if he was scared of something that made him hide at her short body. She thought that the boy was scared of Devlin, or his parent. Mizelea didn't mind and pat the boy's head, he smiled and continued running away from them. Inches apart , she stood there hoping that he'll say something. Notice her or even get mad at him, but he didn't which was all knew to her. The old Devlin would probably yell at him and tell him to leave, but he didn't. Instead he ignored her presence and decided to stay there peacefully. Of course she didn't want to stand there so long, so she started wander around until she found a small rock. Mizelea got her grip at the small rock and quickly threw it to Devlin, hitting his knee. It bounced off him, and she continued to watch his face.

 

[Devlin Howard]

Devlin watched the girl from the corner of his eyes. She seemed to have been contemplating about something, what it was about, he doesn't know, nor did he want to know what it was. The girl intrigues him so much, so much that it annoys him to the core. He hated the fact that he seems to notice her even though he didn't want to, that despite him ignoring her, she'll still somewhat stay and show up, he hated that, and he hated himself for not knowing the reason why. She's supposed to be just one of those people whom he'll meet everyday, easily forgotten, but somehow, he recognized her, and he himself was surprised that he did. He hate her for having this unknown effect on him, he hate how life is so cruel to have them meet each other again.

He continued to try but her staring at him was irking him. He didn't know why she was looking at him like that, as if expecting him to talk to her or something, too bad, he wouldn't give her that satisfaction. From his peripheral vision, Devlin saw the girl wander around, he had thought that she had finally given up, but even that was proven to be wrong for the girl had just found herself something to do. He didn't pay it any heed so he was definitely surprised when he felt his knee being hit by the same rock. Now, Devlin's patience sure had its limitation, and his patience is not that long too. "What the h3ll do you want!" He said angrily as his patience had finally snapped, thoughts of ignoring the girls attempt finally forgotten. He had to mentally curse himself for giving in the girls attempt to have him notice her, but then again, Devlin's not one to tolerate someone who is purposely trying to inflict any pain on him even though said pain was not really that painful to even be considered as one. "I'm giving you the chance to just back off, but it seems that you do not really consider your life important...." He continued, glaring at the girl's small frame, if she wants his attention, then she'd better be prepared for the consequences of having it.​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Just as expected, Devlin became furious after he felt the stone touching his knee. Still she found it rather amusing to watch, his anger being formed. Continuing her gaze she looked him a bit more closer that before, his rage mad him looked defined. Mizelea stood still, balancing herself and waited for her gesture as her quickly turned away when she heard him speak. The same reaction she had heard a year ago, the same tone as well. Surely noting changed about him other than him growing up and all. Mizelea's face lit up and formed a smile on her face, for some reason he liked the way he spoke to her. Perhaps because almost all of the people she knew were so nice to her that she got drowned with their kindness, which made the brunette want for an aggressive way of speaking.

Mizelea was an attention seeker most of the time, with stranger as she didn't got noticed back at home. It was always her sister, Ximena this and Ximena that. Which made her want to go to school and just stay there until she graduates or something. "Well, I'm not taking that chance." she replied smirking. Deep inside she wanted to laugh but she knew it wasn't the right moment yet. Quickly she looked at the stone that she threw then to him, the stone and lastly he looked at Devlin once more. She had all day to annoy him or perhaps get to know him, Mizelea didn't cared. After all classes were going to start tomorrow and not today, and so she stood there gazing at his eyes wondering why she couldn't leave him alone.

 

[Devlin Howard]

Though it's been quite a long time since Devlin last saw Mizelea, as what he remembers to be her name, she didn't seemed to have not changed at all. She's still like that weird girl who has all the guts to stand up against him and talked back at whatever he'll say. She's still the same girl who would laugh off his insults, the same girl who is brave enough to try and get him out of his comfort zone. The mere thought of having this girl enter his walled life annoys him, it annoys him so much as he was scared that just like that, just because of her futile efforts of befriending him, she'll slowly break the wall that he had carefully set up to avoid anyone to ever get attached to him.

"Get out of my sight if you still want to leave, do it, NOW!" The headache was coming back again, he'd prefer to have stayed at home and mess with his oh so lovely sister than battle with this conflict and crisis that he is facing off right now. The truth is, the problem was not with the girl, it is with himself. "You've never grown out of that weirdness of yours have you? You're skull is as thick as ever." He continued, insults coming off naturally from him. It was just like that day when they were sitting together in that cake shop, him throwing insults in her direction, and her not caring of whatever it was that he was saying. she was just like that it seemed, too oblivious and innocent of the world around her. They were polar opposites. Devlin's life had always been dark, and he was sure, that once she started to come close to him, she'll be engulfed by that darkness and Devlin's didn't want to tolerate such idea. This girl was supposed to on the bright side of the world, not in his. That is how it was supposed to be, and he'll do anything to let it stay that way.​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

For a moment she could feel her knees shaking, she was standing for a couple of minutes and walking for an hour. It made the witch tired herself, so she bent her knees and squat on the ground. Not touching the ground but only her knees bent, she looked at his direction once more. Wondering when will his words last, still it was amusing to watch him getting mad. He even looked attractive yelling at her, she found his defense mechanism interesting in a way that she want to see how it works. She looked up at his face, his wrinkles showing as he shouted at her. Still the nice person she was, Mizelea only continued to smile at Devlin. "..but I don't want to leave." she said as if she was a four year old, while her mom was arguing with her. Continuing to look at him, she once again stared at him wondering if he really wanted her to leave as she didn't want to at all.

As she heard him speak once more she giggled, like most girls do and nodded twice. Even knocking her head in gesturing her skull was thick as Devlin had said. Indeed it was, she didn't like following instructions nor being a part of a team that makes her a slave. Explaining why she was always the leader of their group, she stood up momentarily and stretched her arms way up high. She hear her bones crack or something, then she looked at him once more. With a big goofy smile, Mizelea approached him. "I'm guessing you didn't miss me. Didn't you?" she joked. Knowing that a boy wouldn't hit her as they were exposed to the public and that would be rude of him to do so. Then she returned to her position, bending her knees again and again before standing up straight facing Devlin.

 

[Devlin Howard]

Just like before, the usual way that Devlin uses whenever he wanted someone to disappear and leave him alone did not worked on her. Supposedly, when Devlin glares, or yelled, or tell someone to get lost, that someone will do as he please, his intimidating aura is enough to make a normal person cower in fear. Devlin had always been proud of this fact. Yet, this girl was nothing like normal at all, she defies everything that he had considered to be a norm. The way she reacts at him, the way she would openly talk, and the way that her smile remains on her face no matter how many insults it was that he had said, and this annoys him. She's the only person who had ever dared to talk to him, and even more, joke around with him.

"Do I look like I did?" He muttered, flicking her in the forehead as if to prove his point that her skull was as thick as what he had said. Maybe that was the reason why she acts the way she did. "I'll wipe that smile of your face.." More than anything else, it was her smile that annoys him, just like how carefree she was. He had never seen her angry nor afraid. It was always that, always happy. He wonders if that was the only expression that she could show. "Won't you go and bother someone else?" He threw her another nasty glare, thinking that it will finally have the effect that he wanted. The girl's presence confuses him so much, and of all things, Devlin hates being confused. She's like a riddle, a riddle that he dares not to solve, for he wasn't sure if he'll like what he'll learn.​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea didn't wanted to leave, she never did at the beginning. So instead she stood there inches away from him, hoping that he'll ask to stay or something. But of course he didn't and instead he began to glare at her more. Flicking her forehead, he could feel his finger hot as fire. After he flicked her, Mizzy touched her forehead as if Devlin left a scar for her to heal, she touched it for long. Then gazed to him, the brunette shook her head and smiled once more. "..but I did. Missed you." she said to him still smiling cheekily and her hand on her forehead. In some weird way Mizzy adored his meanness, Devlin's cruelty to kids. It made him even more interesting as there weren't so easy to find, people like Devlin. Especially in Beauxbatons were mostly the students were nice but vain and this made him intriguing as ever.

For a moment she turned her head away and slowly trailed her hand to her shoulder, leaving her forehead warm by her hand. "Never." she muttered of course still smiling at him. She grew tired and began to bent down her knees once more, looking at his eyes. Tensed and angry at her but somehow she felt those feelings were hiding something, a cup of goodness perhaps. "No, I am. I am bothering you." Mizelea teased him as she removed her coat for a second revealing her toned arms. It getting a bit hot, since Devlin was getting mad at her.

 

[Devlin Howard]

"Missed me? You're really one stupid girl." Believe it or not, Devlin was surprised with what he had heard. From what he could remember, if his memory serves him right, he had never bothered to act nice to her, nor did he even showed any gesture of being kind, so why she was missing him, he didn't know. "You should consider getting your head checked. You're mental." In some way, the girl's quirkiness and uniqueness intrigues him, but he doesn't want to risk anything by getting deeper on such intrigue. She confused him so much that it almost scares him already, something that he wouldn't want to admit at all. "Are all beauxbatons like that?" Beauxbatons students have the looks and all, but their kindness or their gentle facade was something that he considers to be fake. For sure, behind that beautiful face lies a monster just like himself.

Delvin eyed her as she repeatedly beds her knee, she had been doing it for quite some time already, and even that was starting to irk him already. "Stop doing that, there's a reason why benches are made... or does you thick skull cannot even comprehend such thing?" The girl doesn't seem like she'll be living him anytime soon, and the thoughts of going home had already seemed sour for him. He turned on his heel then, proceeding to seat on the bench where he was sitting earlier. The park was starting to get deserted, one because of the scene that he had made earlier, and two, because of the sun starting to go down already and the wind starting to blow once more. "What are you doing?" He said, looking at the said girl in disbelief as she removed her coat. "You're stupid...oh well, stupid people don't get sick anyways.." ​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

"Yeah I know." she replied and shrugged a little bit, feeling the wind brush though her bare arms. Her legs were getting a lot tired since she had been standing there for several minutes, still she was used to standing most of the time. Even though it ached a bit, she didn't mind and stood once again. "Maybe tomorrow." Mizzy joked and stretch her arms side wards. She could hear her bones pop up as if she was inside a microwave or something, the wind blew stronger but she didn't got cold. Mizelea was still feeling her whole body burn, "Not really, some maybe." she replied in plain tone. Mizelea was quite happy that Devlin was actually talking to him rather than driving her away from him.

Once again she bent her knees, it was starting to annoy her. Bending then standing up repeatedly, and she heard him speak and instantly looked at him. Without hesitating she sat next to him, not next next to him but just next to him. She could feel her legs relax at some point which made her a lot comfortable, "Not when I'm around you." she whispered then faked a cough. Slowly stretching her legs, she looked at Devlin then turned her head away. The wind blowing, making her loose hair follow through. It wasn't those ugly moment where a girl's hair would tangle and go to her hair, but instead Mizzy's hair perfectly moved with the wind as if they were one. She didn't mind as she looked at an old man leaving a store or something. "That's why they're called stupid because they get sick for being weak." she answered him, facing Devlin and this time she wasn't smiling.

 

[Devlin Howard]

"Why not do it now? It would be better before your insanity infect me or anyone else around here. Not that I care about them, but I would prefer if your weirdness does not pass on to me." Devlin said, words of insults coming out naturally, but since it was her, he doubt that it will have any effect at all. Mizelea's like a huge ball of energy and fun. "When will that energy of yours run out?" His thoughts had been voiced out loud as he looked straight ahead, at anything aside from her. He had a lot of other things that he should be doing at the moment, like stay in his room and read those books that he so greatly adore, torture and harass his sister, or just go around and pay Chyou a sudden visit, but instead, here he was, talking to the most unlikely person that he'll talk to.

"I never said that you could sit next to me, go find another bench of your own." It's a little childish he must admit, not wanting to share the seat that wasn't even his may not be logical or reasonable at all. But when it comes to Devlin nothing is unreasonable so long as he said it. The wind blew harder once more, and Devlin started to feel the chill already. He hated the cold, amongst all the seasons, he dislike winter the most, tugging on his white cashmere scarf, he once again crossed his hand in front of him, too focused on keeping himself warm. "Not all stupid people are weak, but all weak people are stupid." He said. People come to do unbelievable things because of their idiocy, and whatever twist of fate had brought it about or have caused it, sometimes, that idiocy of theirs makes them a formidable opponent. "What? You're mad already?" A flashback of a same situation crossed his mind, only, the last time that the said girl's smile fell from her face, she was talking about her sister, at least that was what his memory tells him so. ​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

"I don't want to waste this moment, I might not see you anymore." she replied quite sad in some way. It was obvious in her tone still she was happy to be with him, slowly her lips curled and a smile lit her face once more. She really didn't cared if Devlin didn't like her being there, mostly being happy. "When I'm dead." Mizzy said looking at her shoes not even minding to look at him, it was what she hated most. People's feeling were so contagious for her, still she tried to shook her head off trying to stay happy and ignore being uneasy. She sat there in the bench then slowly looked at her now tired legs, other than that she knew Devlin didn't wanted her there still she pushed herself to sit next to him.

"Will do." she replied and quickly stood up, tucking her coat with her. The wind blew strong, and Mizzy decided to wear her coat. She moved there on the ground, sitting on the cement as she looked at Devlin once more. The brunette was really getting tired of this, sure she liked him but that doesn't give her a reason to be treated like this. She was here to have a good laugh with Devlin insulting her but all the walking made her tired and she didn't wanted to lay down on the hard cement. "I'm not mad, I'm leaving." Mizelea answered him and slowly stood up, stretching her arms and fixing herself. Mizelea look at him once more, not sure if he would stop him or insult her more. Also she was thinking if this was the last time he was going to see Devlin again, since she'll be pretty much be busy with her school and her training. With a smile, she turned her back and took a few steps away from Devlin and his bench.

Out of Character:

Stop her or Follow her Devlin!

 

[Devlin Howard]

It as pretty obvious that the atmosphere between the two had changed drastically. But even so, the younger girl still tried to cover her feelings up with that smile of hers. It was stupid, he thinks. The headache was coming back again, too much thinking is the cause of it it seems. Being next to this girl or even just seeing her cause him too much confusion, that, which pretty much messes his already messed up mind. "And here I thought that you wouldn't want to die because of those stupid animals of yours?" Devlin said before he could stop himself. He was supposed to not remember anything, but his stubbornness against recalling those memories were failing him.

When she stood up and sat on the ground, Devlin's theory about her being really weird had been proven wrong-no, she's not weird, she's even way beyond that. He cannot really properly coin the right word that he should should to describe her. Feeling the head aching more than before, Devlin pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking that it will relieve the said headache. He was fighting himself not to pull her off the ground for it will be out of character for him. He was not supposed to care, and he was not even supposed to talk to her after all. When she had announced her desire to leave, Devlin was definitely taken back. He supposed that even her patience has its own limit too. He won't stop her, he definitely won't, yet, why was it that he too was already standing up and walking towards her direction "Before you say anything odd, No, I'm not following you." He said with a sharp glare thrown at her direction. Though he had said such words, his actions were telling otherwise. He didn't have anywhere else to go, and if he choose to, he could just stay on that bench and enjoy the peace that he had so longed for. Yet, oh yet, here he was, standing several feet away from her, hands tucked inside his pockets, and head turned to look in any other direction aside from her. He would hate to admit it even to himself, but he supposed that if she'll leave, he'll have no other thing to do and no other choice but return back home and see that sister of his which he had long so hoped to just disappear. He'd hate to stop her, or even tell her not to leave, but then again, her company's better than anyone else in his family

Out of Character:

he's not following her haha.. I swear, he's not, he's just walking the same way that she is... haha

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[Mizelea Brooks]

There was no use, Devlin would just insult her or worse throw the same rock to her. Even though she wanted to stay, Mizelea figured there was lots of things to do back in school, one is unpacking her bags. Fixing her new sheets, and wiping the dust out of the window panes. It was the same step all over again, but this time there was no one going to help her as her dorm mate recently graduated. Making her alone for the min time, which she hated since she didn't have someone to talk to at night hence being alone. Sure she had friends, but almost half of them graduated or were missing somewhere deep inside the school. Leaving young Mizzy alone most of the time, other than her Quidditch team that seems to be no where to be found. She hated it, organizing a team that wasn't completed every year and there was no game held not even once.

Mizelea's energy was beginning to drain down and as she was walking she didn't even noticed Devlin following her. Until the silence was broken by hearing his voice, his words were the same tone just like what he said about her animals but she ignored him. Not realizing that he was actually talking to him, she glance at the back of her should tugging her cloak as she draw it near to her body. "Never thought of that way either." she said in a plain voice and crossed the street. Not minding her way, she didn't even bothered to look left or right. All she did was stare at the ground and her shoes moving, out of nowhere a car was driving fast and was miles away from Mizelea. Her attention was no wehre to be found, she didn't cared that Devlin was there and she wanted to do was return back to school. The car was still going fast and in a couple of inched Mizzy would be hit by a car, the most stupidest thing she could ever do was to ignore the world.

Out of Character:

Save her! Save her Devlin! I decided to take the risk so save her!

 

[Devlin Howard]

It was a bit odd. The way that she didn't retort back or the way that that annoying smile of hers didn't flash his way was more than weird that her earlier actions, and what's more odd is that, he finds it more annoying than before. He was supposed to not care, he was supposed to feel better that she's not bothering him anymore the way that she was doing earlier, he was supposed to feel relieve because that smile of hers was no where to be seen now, and yet, why was it that he's feeling more annoyed than ever? Pinching the bridge of his nose once more, he decided to stop on his tracks, creating a gap between him and her. He needed to think, he needed to clear his thoughts out, or else, nothing good will happen.

Too deep in his thoughts, he didn't realized that she had actually glanced back at him, only to learn of it when he heard her voice once more, but the usual tone that it has is missing as well. "I wasn't---" He wasn't able to finish his words as he noticed something out of his peripheral vision, and that something is a car that is speeding its way toward Mizelea as she was crossing the street, obviously oblivious of the world around her. Before he could even stop himself, Devlin's body had reacted in the least way that he had expected. Before he even realized it, he's already running, running as fast as his feet could take him, and as he neared her, he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the other side of the street, towards the side where she'll be out of danger. "What are you doing! Are you really that stupid? Are you even thinking! D@mn.. get that stupid brain of yours working!" A series of curses then followed, before he realization caught up to him. He suddely let go of her, as if she was something that he cannot touch. "What am I doing?" He muttered lowly under his breath before he turned on his heel, his back facing hers. "I'm leaving.." He didn't like what's happening, he didn't like it at all. So before he do something that will make him annoyed at himself more, he better leave the source of this annoyance, her.​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Just like in a famous book she had once read, "The universe needs to be notice when it's really the other way around. The universe needs to notice us." Mizelea wondered n her little hear as if she was quoting the book. It really didn't matter, she was tired, tired of the world just now. If only she could apparate herself back to Beauxbatons, in which they will learn this year. It would be greatest thing to do, rather than walking and taking the bus to go to London. Everything seems so heavy as if her chest was going to explode and just then she saw the light. A car was going to hit her, she couldn't possibly react until she felt someone grab her arm. It was Devlin, why did he saved her when she could be dead by not. It didn't made sense as he was the person to kill you not let you live, the different muggles looked at them but didn't bother to interrup or approach the two. As they noticed Devlin was mad, mad at her and mad for saving her.

Mizelea was left on the street, shocked that by now she could be severely injured or worse, dead. Her eyes widen as her mouth too, she din't know what do. Slowly she sat on the cement, not caring if the whole muggle community was looking at her. Just as she was about the stand up, she heard Devlin utter something. He was going to leave, she hated the thought of him leaving after saving him. Mizelea was an impulsive girl, which made her run to him. Grab his arm, and yes, Hug Devlin. She knew it was a bad thing to do but she didn't cared, Mizelea knew that if Devlin would her it would not hurt her and hoped that it wasn't her face to hit on. "Thank You." she said to him, hugging his back. Her face still looking at the ground, her hair all messed up in beautiful way no one could ever imagine right now.

 

[Devlin Howard]

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<COLOR color="#2F4F4F">It was just something that he did not really meant to, something that he wouldn't have done for any other person, something that is just too out of his character, something that--he didn't know anymore. Devlin wasn't supposed to save her, he wasn't supposed to care, her life wasn't supposed to matter to him. He was just supposed to watched there, let her get hit by the car, it was her own fault anyways, her own fault for being too stupid to not to care about the world around her. Yet, all of those supposed to, did not happen at all. Yet, despite not knowing why he had done it himself, Devlin saved her. Saved her for heaven's sake. He was supposed to be the guy who finds joy in seeing someone suffer, the type of guy who would laugh while people are crying in agony, yet, in that instant, before he knew what he was doing, his feet had carried him towards her to pull her out of harm's way. This is definitely not good, not good at all. He should stay away from her. Stay away so as to not let her messed him up even more. He hated confusion, and this girl was the sole source of it at the moment. Her positiveness is not supposed to affect him, he wasn't supposed to change.

All of this thoughts were swirling on his head, and the headache that is visiting him so often these days is intensifying even more. He was extremely annoyed, too much that he can probably kill someone at the moment. He's annoyed at her, annoyed at her smile, annoyed at everything about her, but most of all, he was annoyed at himself, something which rarely happens. "D@mn this life." He said, shaking his head off those thoughts, and as he was about to take his step away from her, he felt small arms around him. She was not doing what it was that he thought she was doing, was she? Just, no. The feeling of some other person hugging him was foreign and unnatural, and it was bothering him so too. The gentleness from her small frame is something that is new to him. It was different from that of Chyou. He couldn't put his finger why, but it was really different. The sky was clear and dark, and a silvery cloud pregnant with water drifted over them like a magical umbrella about to burst open and releasing sparkles in the air. Eternity seemed to seep into that moment, absorbing every little second trailing by. Hours seemed to stretch by as they held the same position before Devlin suddenly flinched. He wasn't supposed to let her touch him after all. He was supposed to push her away, and he did so, just like what his mind was telling him. "Don't touch me." He said icily, his eyes showing mixed emotions of anger and confusion. "Just, stay away from me...stay away"​

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[Mizelea Brooks]

This is not the typical Mizelea Brooks, not caring about the world, unaware of her surroundings and most of all getting hit by a car, almost. She was far different from her normal self and the only one to blame was Devlin, normally she would hate herself for being such a loser but she didn't instead Mizelea wanted Devlin in her arms. The stupid girl she was, as she continued to hug her until she felt him flinched. She knew that this was coming but the minutes that she touched him, there was something inside of her that wanted the hug for lust. Mizelea wasn't sure of it but as if it felt right, as her embrace was broken off. She took a few steps away from her, staring at Devlin as he was mad but not furious like before.In an instant she took a step and decided to follow him but shook her head and stopped her legs from approaching him. "Enough." she hissed herself then began to pull herself together.

The brunette stood there, her hair covering her face and slowly she didn't noticed herself crying. There was no reason to cry but it was the only thing she could do, Merlin knew how she could be so dramatic about her life. Talking about wanting to be a actress one day when she was young, Mizzy wiped her tears off using her coat. As her hands were quite dirty, she didn't notice her left hand was bleeding. It got a cut or something, probably when she landed as Devlin pulled her out of the road. She looked at her now bleeding hand, it wasn't that painful. The inner lining of coat were covered with blood, who knew she could be bloody? As blood came out of her skin, she felt weak to even follow her. "Devlin." she whimpered, not sure if he'll hear or even notice her. Mizelea's blood began to drip on the ground, she kept her distance but anytime soon she'll faint.

 

[Devlin Howard]

It is not going to happen again. It won't. Ever. He won't show sign of any weakness again. He won't care anymore. He won't do it again. These are the things that kept on repeating over and over inside Devlin's head as he walked away from the girl. He's supposed to not feel anything, and he's not even supposed to be confused and intrigued by her. She's not supposed to invade in his life, and he's not supposed to let her in. She should be just like any other person that he had met before, faceless and not worth remembering. Yet, when he saw her again after years, he still did. And it frustrates him even more. That is precisely the reason why he had tried to ignore her earlier, tried to pretend that he didn't recognized her at all. Yet, with some curse of whoever it was, he had failed with this attempt. When she walked away, he shouldn't have followed. He shouldn't have let himself react carelessly. He shouldn't have saved her. Just let her die. And probably, his dilemma would have been solve. Yet, he didn't do all these things, and now, here he was, cursing himself and swearing profusely under his breath as he tried to push everything at the back of his mind. Once he got home, it would be like nothing had happened. He'll try forget everything, no, He MUST forget everything.

He didn't here her footsteps following him. Which is weird, not because he she was not following, but rather, because he knows already how her footsteps sound like. This is not good, not good at all. He heard her called out his name. his name. He willed himself to not look back, though he had already stopped in his tracks. He told himself not to look around, to just let her be. Just one continue walking and he'll be rid of this confusion, yet despite of telling himself not to, he still looked back, seeing her hand covered with blood. Against his will, he walked back to her, handing her his white cashmere scarf as he had no other thing with him. "This is the last time that I'll do this." He muttered, not looking at her at all. "you're really stupid, just why do you have to be so weak!" He yelled. This was definitely out of his character, as he's the type of person to not care about someone. Yet, here he was doing the least likely thing that he would do. Surely, once Chyou discovered such thing, she'll be furious at him. Just one more thing that adds up to this already building up confusion and irritation in him. ​

 

[Mizelea Brooks]

Mizelea's blood continued to drip on the ground, gladly no muggles were around that corner. Some returned to their usual ways, while she was left their abandoned and weak. If only she really knew how to apparate it would be a whole easier for her, the only thing she could do is too stay at her position. It was likely for her to get bruises and cuts, but this time around Mizzy didn't feel fine. This was out of her hand, and just as she decided to go back to Beauxbaton which she could not. Mizelea heard footsteps, it sounded familiar. A white cashmere scarf flashed in front of her, slowly she tilted her head and saw Devlin inches away from her. She knew this was against his will, that probably he wanted to stay away from her and leave her alone to bleed. Instead he was there offering his beloved scarf, Mizelea slowly reached for it. She tried to make a knot into her bleeding hand, her eyes flinched a bit. Since it was indeed painfully feeling the pressure of the scarf, soon the bleeding stopped but Devlin's white scarf turned into crimson red.

There was no other way to say how sorry she was, this time she didn't think of hugging him again. After all she was too weak to do so, "Sorry." she said to him a bit worries he might glare at her once more. This was really unlikely of her to be weak, as a matter of fact this was the first time of her being weak towards a fellow human. She stood there, feeling her knees shaking, any minute she'll pass out or fall down to the ground. Mizelea closed her eyes trying to ignore the pain, the strong person she is. With all her might she continued to stand still, ignoring every word Devlin had said to her. She knew that Devlin's anger was always eating him alive, Mizzy didn't cared. Instead she looked at him once more, trying to take a picture of that very moment where he actually cared for her.

 

[Devlin Howard]

Everything was going against his plan and this is the reality that Devlin must face. He had already helped her now, and there was no turning back already. He just had to vow not to repeat this again. This had to be the last time that he act out of his character. Just, this time. He probably won't see her again, and yes, he MUST not. Cause if he did, this confusion which he is not planning to solve would probably worsen even more, something that he wouldn't really like. He sighed in frustration. Really, he promised not to do this ever again. "you don't have to return that anymore... I don't need it." He won't take the scarf back as it would just remind him of this day. Everything is just in his head, and he'll forget everything soon. Such thing that would remind him of her would not be useful at all. And so, despite it being something that he owns, he wouldn't want to have it again. "If you don't like it, just throw it away, I don't care anymore. " His voice sounded detached, yet, here he was, still standing in front of her. He really can't understand himself anymore. Once he got home, he'll soak himself in a warm bath, and probably, everything would seem like a bad dream for him.

He stared her down. It was obvious that she wasn't feeling well at all. It was probably her first time to see blood, and it didn't surprise him actually. Most people would faint and feel weak at the sight of the crimson fluid after all. "Don't ever think that I'll do this again..." He threatened, grabbing her uninjured arm rather harshly as he avoided looking at her once more. "Where are you headed.. just say it d@mn it." He could have just left her there, surely, there would be other people who will have the heart to help her, but no, he did not. Instead, here he was, asking her where she'll go. This is surely a bad day for him. A day that he'll have to forget sometime soon.​