Roses are red though I prefer you

[Raffaelo Menzure]

Notre-Dame de Paris was the title of the book resting upside down on Raffaelo Menzure's chest. He hadn't read many pages of it, actually, he had meant to, but halfway through the novel, the book was put down and the roses above it were examined instead. Although he spent over eighty percent of his free time in the North Tower, he had entered the Hogwarts gardens less than ten times in his entire school career. But the weather was nice today: crisp, fresh, and light. His Hufflepuff scarf, the one he used to wear to Quidditch games back when he didn't play, was wrapped securely around his neck,a bit too securely, as it were, for he sometimes had to tug at it with his free hand. At intermittent points the thought crossed his mind that he should really see what Quasimodo was about to do, but no . .the roses were captivating. They must have been enchanted to bloom, for although it was September, several of them looked their best, deep crimson, sometimes almost maroon.

He was lying on his back on the wooden bench. On the other side of the garden, the other bench was occupied by a busily snogging couple. They were snogging in the exact way that Raffaelo had always imagined. At any rate they looked like they would make do without dinner, having fed completely on each other's faces. He sighed, closing his eyes briefly. Aside from the other couple which he thankfully couldn't see or hear, the garden was largely deserted. It wasn't very late, maybe two or three in the afternoon. He ought to be practicing Cello, but lately he had been avoiding that as well; he wasn't sure why, exactly. Maybe he just needed a break from it all. He had expected Hogwarts to be something of an opportunity for him to take life easy, study magic, a sort of interlude from his tumultuous home life. But Hogwarts had thrown a set of unexpected problems into his path, ones largely concerning love and friendship,problems that he had never imagined he would have to worry about.

The Hufflepuff opened his eyes again, staring up at the roses. He wished, for a split second, that he were one himself, and then let out a soft laugh and tried to shake his head, forgetting that it was resting on the hard wood. One of his hands pinned Notre-Dame to his chest. The other one adjusted his scarf again. Raffaelo closed his eyes again. Maybe he'd just take a nap before dinner; his homework load had't gotten completely unbearable yet, although he was sure that it was going to now that he had thought about this. But it didn't matter. A sudden gust of wind blew several leaves into the curve of his elbow. The boy paid no attention to it and tried to calm his turbulent thoughts. Within moments his breathing had evened out and slowed down.

 

[Makaylah Makwa]

The slightest wind had toss her now growing foerlocks to the side, where a few tawny strains loop around her square frame glasses. Not cold, its not cold at all. Makaylah had been repeating that over again, suppressing the message through. It seems now and days, weather can change in a heart beat. Today, it felt almost close to summer. The wind played a good part to keep her cool, while the sun lick her already tan complexion. Matter fact, its almost good enough to search the school grounds again. It almost felt comfortable, the sun, the skies, almost like home. Nothing could beat it though, it would have to be ten times more aggressive than this. More aggressive, and a little more tropical. If I were home right now,..... she let a few visions finish her thoughts. Laylah, her single mother of six, would've been making her visit home that much better. Till than, she had to settle for the scenery of the garden and take in much of the bless weather they were having today. The garden had lead her through a path, almost like a maze, searching here may have been a problem... Hogwarts had an excellent keeper. With the way it felt neatly all around them, there was a slim chance of any fossils being found here today. Yet, Makaylah had hope. If she found one almost near the edge of the forest, in which she did her best to avoid it, there's more likely a chance she'll find something new today. Drifting, towards an open spacious area, did the wind pick up and almost pull her nearby a boy who seem statute like, possibly sleeping after a long day of assignments.

Out of Character:

Sorry its suckish my muse been off

 

[Raffaelo Menzure]

A girl running towards him, strolling her fingers to his face as he was about to see who it was Raffaelo woke up out of the blue. Rubbing his eyes with his hands as he started to stretch out his arms upward and sidewards. "What a dream. . " he hissed. For some strange, inexplicable reason, Raffaelo sensed that someone was watching him. Clasping his arms behind his back, Raffaelo took in the sight and feel of the gardens. His mind wandered off as he began to walk around with a vacant look in his eyes. He was actually contemplating the move and feel of the wind around him. He had been studying a sort of elemental magic and he was attempting to become more attuned to the ones he did not understand; air being one of them.

He entered a secluded clearing that he must have visited at least four or five times a week. However, he was deeper in thought that usual. His first snap back into reality was when he bumped into a couple that was snogging on one of the benches. The Hufflepuff managed to mumble a "Sorry...," amidst the annoyed protests before drifting back off into his own world. Raffaelo continued to wander in thought when he was snapped properly back into reality when he saw a girl nearby.

 

[Makaylah Makwa]

Makaylah voided eye contact.She refrain herself from staring at the boy, any boy she stared at she happen to look away right away. Young girls aren't suppose to be thinking about boys at your age..was the last advice her sister gave her before she left to Hogwarts. Study will come first, than whatever you like afterwards. Since she stuck here for seven years, she believe her sister imply all her seven years at Hogwarts. One problem with that is, no boy gather their interest on Makaylah. She nothing but a girl with thick glasses and a big nose like her brothers. Who will like me?No one, not even Oscar. A fellow Ravenclaw who would get bored with Makaylah the minute she spoke, he always did just turn the other way. All the time.

Poor girl, stop walking and drop her head. She found herself standing over a bed of wild violet flowers, that were dancing against her legs, her spring dress was flowing down right at her knees. It was light violet actually, the dress, and she was wearing a small sweater over the dress that stop underneath her small chest. She was wearing shoes, sort of like sneakers, off white sort looking one but very comfortable. Her hair was tied up, and a dash of her forelock was loose. She actually look quite nice, just not enough for a boy to crazy over. Cause they all like girls with make up and designer clothes,grr! She became irritated and just plop down on the violet bed, she happen to forget about the one boy staring at her already.

 

[Raffaelo Menzure]

Clasping his arms behind his back, Raffaelo took in the sight and feel of the gardens. His mind wandered off as he began to walk around with a vacant look in his eyes. He was actually contemplating the move and feel of the wind around him. He had been studying a sort of elemental magic and he was attempting to become more attuned to the ones he did not understand; air being one of them.

The Hufflepuff opened his eyes again, staring up at the roses. He wished, for a split second, that he were one himself. Raffaelo wasn't choosy with girls though, he can't help falling for a girl's smile. He was still staring at the girl that he then decided to say Hello or something. "Hey. Erm nice dress." he said to her hoping the compliment would somehow work. It's been quite long since Raffaelo actually talked to a girl. The last time was during the holidays with her sisters who surprisingly were twins. Sage and Paige were actually quite alike at the same time different.

Out of Character:

Sorry for the shortness.

 

[Makaylah Makwa]

Makaylah's visions were suppressed by the violet flowers around her. The flowers dancing to a small chanting wind, as if they were dancing to a silent harmony that only they could hear it. Soon enough she made one in her mind, mouthing the words of her tribal cousin language. It was a song translated in Cherokee, called amazing grace to some who were familiar with the English version. She started to word the song, her voice became audible to a low whisper. She sang like that for a little bit, her eyes moving from the flowers, to the gravel that went father than the flowers, till she reach set of feet station a few meters away. The boy, the one she seen earlier was staring down on her.

Makaylah stop singing. Almost manipulating the plucking of two buttons, she 'pop' her lips close. Embarrassed he been watching her and if not mistaken she heard him say nice dress? The small olive tone girl change color completely when she heard him say that. "Thank you, my mother made it for me" she replied with a shyness guarding her face. She stare down the ground, plucking a rose with six pedals ready to be pluck by Makaylah. This was a sign of more shyness and embarrassing moment. She didn't get it. She could speak to Tyler and Collin was a mystery. She wanted to say, why am I afraid to speak or look? It just didn't make sense for the inexperience girl.