Where's Our Happy Ending?

[Aaren Nightray]

It had only been a few days but the words disturbed her more than she expected."Stupid mother and her stupid schemes," young Aaren Nightray muttered under her breath. A few days ago, she received an unexpected letter from her parents, and the contents of the said letter made the redhead want to apparate to their house and give her parents a piece of her mind. Which she didn't do of course. For starters, she didn't know how to apparate, and the worst thing was, she knew she wouldn't be able to bring herself to talk to her parents that way. Though she supposed she couldn't really blame her father, she was quite sure that it was all her mother's fault. The latter was seriously determined to control her life. She had thought that she had more freedom now that she was away from them, but she thought wrong. Just a single letter from them and she was already shaking both in fear and anger. She didn't know when she started getting those rebellious thoughts, but she never did act on them. She loved and respected her parents too much to disobey their orders.

The fourth year Gryffindor stared at the letter before her, before she stuffed it inside her bag and pulled out her books and her writing materials. She needed to study and revise. Exams are just around the corner, and she couldn't entertain the possibility of failing. Tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear, she begun to write. It would have been better if she went to the library, but she decided that the place would be too crowded at this time. Students who wished to pass just like she did would most likely spend their days studying too. While extremely social, she wanted no distraction for the day. Her parents' letter was already too much of a distraction. She needed to focus.

"But seriously, an engagement? Liam's older than me but I don't see our grandparents forcing him to marry someone!" She muttered again, sulking. She was complaining like a little kid, but at least she wasn't throwing a hissy fit. She had seen one of her older cousins did that before, and it wasn't a pretty sight. She loved to think that she was more mature than that. The wind blew and she found her wild mane of red hair covering her face. Sighing, she brushed them away and pulled them into a messy ponytail. She should probably consider getting a haircut, but having those curly locks which refused to stay in one place was her last act of rebellion against her mother who wanted her to act like how a proper lady should be. She then looked at her parchment and frowned. The words were barely recognizable. In fact, she hadn't written anything close to her lessons. She laughed as she saw a rather poor drawing that she did of her mother. Her mother would be extremely angry should she see it, but it wasn't like she would. It actually amazed her that she was doing these things absentmindedly. She could barely make out the words mother, engagement, and stuffy kid in the mess of letters that she wrote. Then her eyes fell on one particular name. Killua. Why she wrote his name down, she didn't know. Kil was a rather good friend and as she traced his name with her fingers, she found herself wishing that he was there. He could take her mind off of things. He could be pretty funny when he wanted to, and he was a sympathetic listener. But he was probably busy with his studies too. She frowned again, realizing that the distraction was not helping her at all. Sighing in defeat, she knew that she wouldn't be able to study in this state. She crumpled the parchment into a ball and threw it. She should probably get it again later and dispose of it properly, but at the moment, she was too lazy to do it. "I wish you were here," she whispered before she let herself fall backward, lying on the grass during this time of the day was a perfect way to relax. It was already autumn, and as she laid down on her spot, eyes closed, she could feel the leaves falling down on her. There was no point in worrying about her mother too much. In fact, she probably didn't have a choice in that matter. She should just enjoy her remaining days of freedom.​

 

[Killua Freecss]

Killua was having too much thoughts lately. But compared to the other fifth years, his mind was not filled with stuff about the upcoming OWLs. On the contrary, the OWLs were the least of his worries because he knew that his priorities were all messed up. Well, in the eyes of many that is. After all, he worried about his sister, his best friend and the girl he likes even more than his own education. He sighed at his own foolishness though it could not be helped for a boy like him. He grew up in an environment where books did not matter after all, and he would be lying if he claimed that that little fact had changed when he got into Hogwarts. Five years of being inside the wizarding school and Kil still didn't appreciate books very much. He was one who would rather go about loitering the whole castle and its outdoors and memorize every nook and cranny. In fact, during his first year, he could care less about anything but that quickly changed when two people accepted him for who he really was. Well, Mitch was not counted of course considering that they were brother and sister. But the fact that Abel had accepted him and they even became best friends was probably one of the best things that happened to him. The other was finding a lost redhead in the dungeons a year ago. A redhead named Aaren Nightray.

Killua would be lying to himself though if he told himself that those three were not giving him headaches. First off was his sister who had been growing more and more reclusive and he tends to worry about her of course. He didn't doubt that their parents were trying to control her again, though this time, his sister refused to tell him what the problem was. And then there was also Abel. While his best friend was a socially awkward person, Killua couldn't help but notice that his friend had been avoiding him. It was as plain as day in the eyes of the observant Slytherin especially since they had known each other ever since their third year. And while he was trying to get Abel to tell him the problem, he wasn't exactly succeeding in that task either. And finally there was Aaren. That Gryffindor was the one giving him forty percent of his headache. He had been courting her for more than half a year now, though somewhere in the back of his mind, he had the faintest of ideas that the redhead still didn't understand his intentions. And then there was also her cousin named Liam. Kil really wanted to beat the hell out of the guy but since he and Aaren were cousins, the younger was backing off. He sighed as he got out of bed, deciding not to think of it anymore as he left his room to get some fresh air.

The Slytherin let his feet lead the way and soon enough, he found himself outdoors and near the lake. It had always been a place of relaxation for many and as he let his gaze wander about, he couldn't help but grin because of his luck. Who would have thought that she was also there at this time today? Kil couldn't help but admire her as he shoved his hands into his pockets and strode towards the redhead. Though, he couldn't help but notice that there was something off about her today. She seemed... troubled and it worried the Slytherin. It was not long before Killy was standing beside the laying girl and gazing down on her with a grin. "How lucky am I to find you here today," he told her as he sat himself beside her, his feet flat on the ground, his knees bent and he placed his arms above them as he did not take her eyes off of her. Whoever the gods were in the sky that day, Kil hoped that they would not leave yet for he was sure that they were at least granting him a bit of luck today.

 

[Aaren Nightray]

It was nice. Aaren could feel the grass brush her cheeks, the gentle blew of the wind caress her face, and the dried leaves touched her body. It felt great. It felt like all her worries were slowly starting to disappear. The chirping of the birds sounded like a lullaby to her ears, and soon, she found herself having a light nap. She started curling on her side, her hair framing her face and her lips parted a little. Her chest rises and falls in rhythm with her breathing. It was a dreamless sleep and her small body relaxed a little. She could see nothing but darkness, but it was not disturbing at all, and soon, that darkness was replaced by a multitude of colors. She was still asleep, but she flinched a bit and tossed a little so she was already facing the right side.

"Cold," she mumbled, her hand reaching out for her non existent blanket, until she felt some fabric near hers, she instantly took it as her own blanket and hold on to it, pulling at it a little only to give up when she wasn't able to. She edged closer to the source of warmth near her, her hand refusing to let go of the corner of the fabric that she still thought to be her blanket. She thought she heard a familiar voice but she dismissed it as a figment of her own imagination. It sounded very much like Killua though. But he couldn't be here, could he? He was probably busy. He's a year ahead of her. Even as a fourth year, she already had a lot of school stuffs to attend to, what more would it be for him. "He's not here," she whispered, though it was barely understandable with her still drifting between sleep and reality. She pulled at the fabric again as she was feeling a little too cold. But again, it was of no use, either it was stuck on something, or it wasn't her blanket.

Drowsily, she reluctantly sat up, one hand holding the fabric and supporting her weight with the other rubbing her eyes, as if doing so would get rid of her sleepiness. She turned her head at her hand holding her said blanket only to discover that it wasn't and that it was in fact a piece of clothing. But she was still half asleep and as she raised her head to look at the owner of said clothing, she just stared, her green eyes almost looked like a stormy grey and unfocused, "Good morning Killua," she greeted absentmindedly, smiling a little before she turned her gaze back to her hand. And that was when realization finally caught up to her. She looked at Killua's face then back at her hand holding the end of his clothes then back at the Slytherin's face again. She put two and two together and her face quickly turned as red as her hair. "Killua!," she exclaimed, instantly letting go of the edge of his clothes and waving her hand before her, with the other covering her face. She usually wouldn't be embarrassed around him but Merlin, she was pulling at his clothes! "How long have you been here? You should have waken me up," she said when she finally calmed down, though her cheeks were still tinted with a light hue of pink. She had her hands crossed in front of her chest, and she was pouting like a little kid, but it soon turned into a smile. Killua's one of her closest friends, and though she wasn't really avoiding anyone, she was glad that he found her.
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