Left or Right? Wrong or Right?

[Royel Santiago-Cruz]

Royel Santiago-Cruz took a seat in the library. At the moment, it was quiet. He liked to be in quiet places. He did not loud places. He got that from his brother. Fabio got him into the habit of requiring quiet environments in order to get things done. His big brother was always teaching him things. It was Fabio who had made Royel take an interest in learning. It was Fabio who had gotten him interested in change. Royel adjusted in his chair and rested his elbow on the table. Then, he rested his head on his fist. One day, he was going to wake up with a permanent imprint of his fist on his face. It was what he did when he was really trying to get something done, which was all the time. Royel liked being efficient. He liked to get things done quickly so that he could get into the next thing. He did not like when things ran slowly. In a way, Secret was impatient. Royel opened his book, and he flipped to the start of chapter one. The book was a fiction one. It was a muggle story about the strong bonds family had. It made Secret scoff. What bonds did his family have? The only thing holding his family together was Fabio. He was the only reason Father decide to stick around. Fabio was the only one that appeared to have potential out of the bunch. He was the only one that was expected to do great. It was insulting. Secret found himself dozing off. He straightened up and opened his eyes up again. Why was he so tired? He looked at the watch on his opposite hand. It was 4:30, the time he usually took a nap. Royel liked to keep himself on a schedule, and 4:30 was nap time. How could he have been so careless and not look at the time. The book was not worth his time, but there was something that kept him reading. Was it hope? Hope that his family would magically love and care for each other. Royel's eyes were closed again. He was tired, and it was hard to fight against his body's schedule. He just decided to fall asleep. There was no sense in fighting sleep off. His House was too far up to walk, so he was just going to sleep in the library. What a horrible Ravenclaw he was.

 

[Lucille Holmes]

Lucille had been sat outside by the lake for sometime when she had noticed the time was half four. She quickly gathered her stuff and made her way to the library, she had only planned to sit outside for a bit before doing her work but had found herself out there for a good two hours. Once she reached the library Lucille found that all the tables were either taken or next to a loud group of people meaning she definitely wouldn't be able to work there. Near the back of the library she found a table that only had one occupant. As the boy was asleep she figured he wouldn't mind her sitting with him.

Lucille sat down next to him, making sure not to disturb him, and got on with her work. She enjoyed writing about the things she had learnt and managed to get a good hours worth or work done before she needed a break. Looking around she say that the library had almost emptied while she wasn't looking and she wondered if the snoozing boy next to her had anywhere he needed to be. She poked him with her quill to wake him before thinking about what she was doing. What if he didn't like her being sat there? What if he was one of the meaner students in her house? Lucilles' mind went wild with horrible thoughts as she watched the boy wake up.

Before the boy across from her could say anything, whether it be angry or not, Lucille did what she did best. She let her panicked mind choose what she said. "Did you know in Arica, Chile it only rains one day every six years?" She had this problem a lot when it came to talking to new people. The only things she could think of were the useless facts she collected in her mind and the nervousness plaguing her mind forced her to say them out of the blue.

 

[Royel Santiago-Cruz]

Royel stayed asleep for a lot longer than he expected. It was rare when the boy got a good night's sleep. It was often that he woke up in the middle of the night craving random things, like food or even some homework he could do. But, Royel was always on the ball. He had not been doing as good as he expected he would, but he would get better. He promised himself that. Royel's eyes fluttered open after he was tapped. Who was bothering him? A girl came into his vision, and he looked around the library before he turned his attention back to the girl. The library was very empty now. How long had he been asleep? He looked sleepily at the girl before he decided to say something. "Do you need-" he was interrupted by the girl spewing out a random fact. This caught him off guard. He sat up and rested his arm on the table. He could not think of a very good response. "Well, I am sure that causes them a lot a agricultural problems." he commented. Water was needed for life. Even so, Arica is a port city, so they have other resources for water." he said quietly. Geography was something that Royel loved. He loved knowing a little bit about everything. In a way, he was nosy. "I'm Royel." he introduced himself to the girl.

 

[Lucille Holmes]

Lucille was caught completely off guard by his response. Instead of shouting at her, as her panicky brain had convinced her he would, the boy replied with a relevant answer that included a fact she didn't know. She felt she should've known that Arica was a port city but put it aside, she had that knowledge now and that was all she wanted. "I didn't know that." She replied to him with a smile, now more relaxed as the boy seemed both nice and smart with a tolerance for her weirdness, so far anyway.

"I'm Lucille." She introduced herself with her full name. Lucille had never really had a nickname. Not a nice one anyway. The kids at her old school used to call her "One-Screw-Lucille" after someone taught them the phrase "one screw loose" meaning a bit odd and loony. "Sorry to wake you up but I didn't know how long you were sleeping and thought you may have had to go somewhere or do something." She looked around her for any indication of the time to say how long he had been asleep but found nothing she could see from where she was sat.

 

[Royel Santiago-Cruz]

Royel smiled at the girl. The fact was nothing super cool, but she could be happy about finding out something new if she wanted. He thoguht her name was pretty though. Lucille. It was a normal name for a normal girl. Royel was given a noun as a name. He hated that. His mother was stupid to name him something like Royel. Then change the "a" to an "e". He hated his name. His name was the only thing about himself that Royel absolutely hated. Royel nodded. "How thoughtful of you." he said. He just liked being left alone, but this girl seemed to have no other motives for bothering him. He was used to being left alone. His family barely wanted anything to do with him, but he guessed that he was interesting enough to talk to. "What are you working on?" he asked pointing to the things that the girl still had out. He knew this wouldn't end well. He was bound to say something that would offend the porr girl. He was just waiting for his brutal honesty to come in.

 

[Lucille Holmes]

Lucille smiled at this boy, Royel. He seemed nice so far and that was enough for Lucille to be comfortable. As long as people didn't try to hurt her she was happy in anyone's company. When he asked about her work she had to look down to check. Thought she could remember random facts, she often couldn't remember the important things like lesson work or meals. "It's Herbology. My essay on a flower." She didn't like herbology so far. It was a lot of practical works and plants didn't really interest her much. Lucille had come here to learn magic after all and plants weren't exactly magical in her opinion. Of course that didn't mean she didn't try, it just meant there was less passion in her work than there would be in other lessons such as potions, her favourite subject so far. Her thoughts turned to the boy once more as she wondered what his favourite lesson or lessons were. He had already shown he was nice, or tolerant at least, so there would be no harm in talking to him a while.