Closed Once upon a midnight dreary

Horror Zhefarovich

all in the name
 
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OOC First Name
Ghost
Blood Status
Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
Wand
Knotted 12 1/2 Inch Unyielding Vine Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
Age
9/2046
The night air was chilly, but Spring was upon the school. Horror Zhefarovich hated this sort of weather, which was why he invited Astraea Vale out to the very same spot where he had once made her smile. He sent her a rose before, and knew that there would be a conversation about it sometime. Horror spread out a black blanket that had some stitching of their house on it, and sat down to wait for Astraea. She would never leave him hanging, as, honestly, she was the only person that he could tolerate being around for more than a few minutes. That even included his own siblings. The people in his house were stereotypical or boring. Horror saw no reason to bother with them. At least, those in their year. He could hear soft footsteps, and even that, he recognized as hers. He already knew that she was coming. He clasped his hands together on his lap, and waited for her pale face to emerge. That would be a much more welcome sight than anyone else, or the life returning to the plants all around him.
 
Astraea hadn't spoken to Horror about the rose that he had sent her. She was unsure of her reasons to not have asked him about it, but she had kept the note and the stem on her bedside table. Astraea wondered if perhaps she was worried that the rose didn't mean anything, but she tried to stop her brain from wandering down that track. She also found herself wanting to talk to her mother about it, but figured she would wait until the break.
Astraea hadn't replied to the invitation from Horror, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she would go meet him. She knew Horror would know that as well. He was the only person at the school that she had any time for. The Slytherin made her way to the Forest, spotted Horror and moved towards him, waiting at the edge of the blanket.
 
Horror could not be more pleased that it was most certainly Astraea that came to him. If it had been anyone else, he would have gotten up and waited closed to the girl's dorm just to wait for his thorn to emerge. He made a gesture for her to sit down on the blanket, within her own space if she didn't want to be close to him. Space was important. He knew that as a twin. It still shocked him that Terror got a prefect badge after loudly boasting about saying mudblood during a dueling tournament. Professor Castillo must have had a short memory. "Did you pluck the pink petals from the rose that I sent you?" Horror asked, unknown that she kept it. He sent it of his own free will, and it was not payback. "I know you wouldn't stand for pink, but the meaning behind the color is why I sent it."
 
At Horror's gesture, Astraea sat down near Horror, staring at him unblinkingly, though she was impressed at his forwardness. She was surprised at the feeling in her stomach - that it was feeling something, almost a sense of relief, that his rose did mean something. "I threw them at the feet of the boy who delivered it." Astraea said in response about the petals. "Why did you send it?"
 

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