Swing,swing, swing

[Makaylah Makwa]

Makaylah, since the accident with Collin, she stayed stuck in the claw's tower avoiding the eyes of many. Apparently words got out about Makaylah telling on Collin, no one liked a snitch. Collin will get her back somehow, till than she strayed away from crowds and any contact with Collin. Its hard doing that, when both Makaylah and Collin are in the same house.

Least today, in a fresh autumn afternoon she could get out and leave her trouble behind. Away from the castle and everyone who live there. With a lime green parka on she ran down the Brightstone walkways, viewing the park just nearby, Makaylah paused stopping before the fence that crowded around the park. She saw a silver. Slide, colorful monkey bars and a few sets of swings laid across the playground, it became to irresistible to ignore. Makaylah jump a small height of fence, than race into the park, claiming the first swing she grasp. Planting herself right down, she started to pump her legs eagerly. Her legs working up a set, till she could enjoy a few seconds of the air rushing passed her face and her hair becoming undone, Makaylah owning the swings to her advantage.

 

[Louis de Lenfent]

Louis liked the thought of escaping from Beauxbaton every once in awhile. The school was becoming a bit boring now that he realized that boys there don't like fighting that much. "They're like girls." he murmured, thinking about how one of the boys ran away as fast as he could when Louis challenged him to a fight. So maybe his mother was right when she ordered him to go to Durmstrang. It was a bad mistake to go to Beauxbaton. It's just that Louis thought it was icy there.

This week, Louis' had always been leading him to the park. For what reason, he didn't really know. He must have liked the air there, the wind chilling him up. That was a peace that he wanted to stay for awhile. When he reached the place, he found a girl--maybe 2 or 3 years younger than him--playing like a small 6-year-old. Louis raised his eyebrow, wondering why she looked so joyful. "H-Hey, are you alright there?" he couldn't say anything better. Louis thought it was friggin weird why the girl was playing alone while looking so contented.

 

[Makaylah Makwa]

Makaylah heard a voice, none to familiar to her ears. She had to stop herself from going any higher, to see a boy not much older than her say something addressed to Makaylah. Stepping her toes up, to pause herself from drifting anymore, what was it that he asked her? She couldn't have heard clear enough to understand what he just asked her. "Excuse me? What's that you say?!" she shouted a little. Her shoes dug into the dirt beneath her, the small umbre girl pushed her thick hair away from her frame glasses. "Where you talking to me?" she said more softer than shouting, her voice decrease lower staring at the new stranger.