Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry discussion

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Eva crept through the empty halls of hogwarts quietly. She often did this. Wander the school whilst most of her fellow students would be safetly tucked away in the common rooms and such, or out in the nearby wizard village. But she much preferred the solitude and the offers it brough with. Newton coiled himself around her legs, purple fur glinting in the sunlight that was streaming from the window. She managed a small smile, her hogwarts cloak grazing the ground and threatening to fray. Due to her lack of height, a school uniform that fir her was hard to find but they had finally managed to purchase one that was relativly close to her size, if a little big and slightly baggy. She reajusted the thick rimmed glasses that masked her eyes, a smile forming on her lush, full, pale pink lips.

Kayla ran into the halls, before Beth. "Hahaha!" she yelled triumphantly.

"Good... job..." She panted, "Whew!"

Kayla laughed. "Thanks," she said and smiled.

"So where should we go?" Beth asked

Kayla shrugged. "I dunno."

"We could go..." ((Let me check list....))

((Kk.))

"To the black lake?" Beth suggested

"Sure," Kayla said. "Race ya!" she yelled and ran off again.

Beth raced after her.

Mia walked, her footsteps soft and fast. Was she really that unattractive in her short skirt? The constant comments about it made her flustered. Tears threatened to cascade from her pretty, brown orbs. She clutched at her bookbag like a lifeline, as if this item would calm her. But it was no use. His comment played over and over again in her mind. She let out a despondent, strangled sound, signalling that a sob was about to overtake her petite stature. She kept telling herself she could make it to the end of the hall and she almost made it before the tears started to fall daintily upon her cheeks. She hid in a broomstick closet, the cries escaping from her lips softly, as she knelt down, her book bag lying next to her. Her ebony hair masked her truly despaired face, which was surprising as she still managed to look pretty.

Tristan skidded to a halt, his tie now loosened by the running. His quick eyes darted around the hallway, looking for Mia. They landed on a girl talking to a broomstick closet. Something was wrong there... Tristan walked noiselessly towards the girl, listening for a sign of Mia.

((Yeah... Couldn't think of anything else besides saying that she was talking to another girl...))

Tristan's eyes narrowed as he saw the girl open the doors wider. The girl wasn't dressed in Quidditch Robes, and unless she was in Flying, which was unlikely, she shouldn't be opening it... Unless someone was in there. Tristan approached the broomstick closet, pretending to gaze out the window nonchalantly as his ears strained to hear Mia's familiar voice.

Tristan cocked his head toward the broomstick closet, straining to hear. He heard nothing.

Tristan sighed softly. He raised a small mirror and reflecting it at the right angle discreetly, was looking in the broomstick closet. Where he saw the other girl and... Mia. Crying.

Mia only rested her head against Kia's shoulder, her pretty, doe eyes fixated at a spot on the floor. She cried softly, not saying anything though she shook her head, as if it was painful for her to speak.

Tristan gazed at the mirror for a long moment before putting it away. He glanced at his watch and said softly,"You know, we're going to be late"

Mia only cried harder, hearing Tristan's voice.

Tristan switched his attention to Charlotte and promptly shushed her. He whispered,"Please be quiet. There are two girls in there and... and one of them I like"

Tristan motioned for Charlotte to stay where she was and approached the Broomstick Closet tentatively. He said,"A-Are you alright Mia?"

Mia shook her head, he only receiving her melodic cries as a response.

Tristan slowly withdrew a pack of tissues from his pocket and offered them to Mia hesitantly.

Tristan said softly,"Do you want one? W-Whatever I did, I-I didn't mean t-to hurt you"

Tristan gazed at Mia's cute features, from her petite feet to her ebony hair.

Mia shakily reached for a tissue, blowing her nose and sneezing adorably.

Tristan offered another tissue to her, crouching down to gaze into her eyes. He used the tissue to wipe away the tear tracks on her cheeks gently. "Now, in the space of about the minute we have till class, could you tell me why you are crying?", Tristan asked.

"Y-You t-think I'm ugly," she hiccuped, her brown eyes downcast ashamedly. "M-My skirt k-kept receiving c-comments and eccentric l-looks that I a-assumed I was t-too ugly for anyone...Y-You're h-handsome enough to h-have any g-girl you want and I k-know I'm not g-going to be y-your c-choice, so you c-can go ahead and d-date another g-girl. I'll b-be happy for w-whoever you choose." Mia shakily stood up, brushing her small hands against the back of her skirt. "I-I'll leave y-you be...." She collected her book bag slowly, ready to depart.

Mia blushed, looking down ashamedly. She had assumed wrong and that had resulted in leading her fellow classmates into a wild goosechase. Nervously, she played with a strand of her ebony hair, stubborn as always when complimented about her pretty attributes.

Tristan put the tissues away and cupped Mia's face in his hands. He looked her straight in the eye and said,"You're the girl I want. I choose you. I don't and never will care about any other girl. But the question really is this: Will you be mine?"

Mia gasped softly, watching him with an aghast expression strewn over her pretty countenance. She had never thought or assumed in any way that he would choose her. She was deeply infatuated with him and she could not deny her feelings at this stage of their interaction. Biting her lip, she proceeded to squeak out a shy affirmative, accepting herself as his.

((Aww...thanks! I do try my best. XP))

Tristan smiles and says,"Now, would you liked to be escorted rather quickly by me to our next class?"

Mia blushed, nodding.

"Um....A-Astronomy..."

Tristan hesitantly held out his hand for her to grasp and said rather shyly,"I um... s-seem to h-h-have forgotten m-my t-timetable. C-Could you pardon me t-this time?"

Tristan blushed and glanced at his watch. "I don't mean to disturb you, but in precisely 5.5 seconds, we will be officially counted late and... and that would be abominable"

Smurf wrote: "Tristan hesitantly held out his hand for her to grasp and said rather shyly,"I um... s-seem to h-h-have forgotten m-my t-timetable. C-Could you pardon me t-this time?""

Mia smiled. "O-Of course."

"Now, er... we really have to go", Tristan said, glancing at his watch once again.

"Er... I personally despise lying to the professors, but given the circumstances, I don't know...", Tristan trailed off.

Mia sighed. "I'm going to run." She tied her ebony hair into a loose ponytail, running quickly to Astronomy, her skirt flouncing at each step.

Tristan ran after Mia, his robes flying as he raced to class.

Cato walked through the huge halls of Hogwarts, heading towards the dungeons. He might as well get some homework done in the common room. Right as he was stepping onto a staircase, it spun away, circling around. Swearing under his breath, he glanced around for another way.

Cato shrugged and smiled back. "No worries. I'm Cato. Jaz, huh? That short for something?"

"Nah," Cato joked. "Only for special people."

"Are you always this friendly?" he retorted. "You're a Slytherin, aren't you?"

"So I've been told," Cato said. "But never from a Slytherin." He grinned at her. "And you're not so bad yourself," he said, repeatkng what she'd said to him mlments earlier.

Caro leaned against the banister. "There's my staircase," he said, as the staircase spun back towards them. "See you around?"

Cato raised his eyebrows at her. "Well. Are you asking me out? Doesn't the guy usually ask the girl?" he said, partly teasing.

"Yes, then," Cato said easily. He smiled suddenly. "I knew you were special. Good to meet a girl who's not afraid to say what she thinks."