Relaxing in the Common Room;; Open

In order to occupy the seat by the window, which she usually did when writing letters or finishing assignments, Vitani had to cross by a large area of armchairs and people. Not surprisingly, she knew none of the faces that were seated in that space, but she had lent an ear to their faint discussion. One girl had taken interest in one boy who exhibited some self-loathing. The conversation was rather bland; butting in or listening any further was quite unnecessary. Her eavesdropping subsided as she crossed the room and sat down at the little table next to the window. The sky outside was dark, the moon was shining down upon the mountaintops and the stars twinkled in a reasonable effort to mimic their celestial mother.

Vitani pulled out her wand and a quill pen from the pocket of her robe, which she then removed from her shoulders. She observed the little hole on the inside of her gown that had been poked by the tip of the quill. A little bottle of ink was already sitting on the table. V looked around as she slid it closer to her in hopes that nobody would jump at the sight of such an ink thief.

"Accio paper" she whispered as she imagined the little sheets of paper that were tucked away in the drawer of her bedside table upstairs. She hadn't done this particular spell often, but tonight was an exception as she was feeling exceptionally lazy. Her prayers were answered with a few sheets of the cream-colored paper that slipped under the closed door leading to the Dormitory staircases. They laid there motionless under the threshold. Vitani set her wand down upon the table and beckoned at the paper. It responded willingly - floating through the air on a path to her tabletop, where it once more became inanimate.

A perfectionist by nature should have predicted needing more than one piece of paper, even for the smallest of notes. Vitani sighed as she crumpled up the second piece and quickly went up to the Girl's Dormitory to retrieve more but not after securing her wand in her hand.

Sterling pretended to look horribly offended when she said blue was her favorite color too. He flashed his eyes at her playfully and said, "Well, then I'd just have to change that!" He laughed as he said it. He started into her eyes much more intently. She smiled, and his gaze dropped to her dazzling teeth. His stomach churned comfortably, and he wanted to be closer to her. So, he scooted even closer so their legs were touching.

Sterling turned away from Catalina. He was having a great time, but it seemed like the conversation was done. He noticed a girl sitting in the corner... just as he often used to. The sight filled him with an inexplicable longing and sadness. He realized just now, that he still missed his old personality... fuel being left to burn by Chase's explosive personality. Once it had ignited, the flames only grew. He was a completely changed person. He remembered what it used to feel like... so dejected from the conversations and happiness of others... condemned to a live of studious solitude.

He found himself getting up. "Goodbye Cat. I need to go talk to that girl over there," he said. The girl reminded him suddenly of Davina. He realized now Davina had plunged into darkness and eventually died... he would not wish that fate on anybody. "It's important." he assured her. He walked over to the unidentified girl, sitting across from her while she studied.

"Hello." he said shyly, his old personality shining through. This girl seemed to douse the flames that Chase had ignited in his personality.

Luckily enough, there were just a few sheets of her favorite colored paper left in the bedside drawer. Vitani also pocketed a few pieces of her favorite chocolate she had bought in the summer. That June, Vitani and her mother had visited relatives in Italy, and with Italy came all the finest indulgences she had ever known. Light, sweet, and instantly became moist in the mouth - it was literally heaven in gold-tinted foil. Only a small amount had remained through the school year snacking, but she hardly ever ate more than a few pieces at a time. It was sort of a pick-me-up, and although she had no reason to be sad and wasn't, she always enjoyed it dulcet flavors.

Back down at the table, she binned the note to Paul and decided instead to do some doodles. Doodling was fairly difficult with ink - more so with a quill pen. The paper scratched under the tip and the ink bled too heavily. She sighed and put down the pen out of frustration. She instead looked out the window, whose panes were slightly peppered with fresh rainfall. Maybe the dawn would prove to be without rain; she longed to once more see the sun rise from the roof of the castle.

Just then, a voice called to Vitani's attention. She jumped slightly in her seat, as her mind became astray with thought of blue-and-orange skies and the crisp air on her face, and turned to the boy who had greeted her.

"Oh..." she said and rubbed her brow with her hand, " 'Ello. You scared me."

Now in the presence of another, V straightened up in her chair and pushed the inked paper aside.

"Did I really?" asked Sterling, a little startled. She had pushed her papers aside for him... something he wouldn't have done when that was his personality. He would have continued to work while he talked. He frowned a little bit... maybe he didn't understand this girl as much as the thought he did.

"Beautiful day," he said, gesticulating out the window and looking at the resilient streaks of sunlight painting the outside sky.

Antonius smiled at her, purple eyes gleaming. "I would tell you that my favorite color wasn't really blue until just a moment ago." he said smiling. He felt her hand fall and rest on his... she looked troubled for a moment but didn't withdraw it. Antonius smiled at her, turning his hand over and holding hers.

Warm throbs of pleasure emanated from the spot, tingling up his spine and into his very soul.

"Yes, I was all too distracted. I'm sorry." Her fingers played at the cuff of her sleeve, but she tried to keep her eyes focused on the young man's face. The little frown that appeared on his face troubled Vitani only slightly, but he continued to speak and it served as some kind of relief.

"Lovely indeed," she said and briefly observed the landscape from the window, "I like watching the sun rise, but the rain kind of deterred me." A little 'heh' punctuated her sentence - more of a mark of disappointment than a chuckle.

But sometimes not even the rain bothered her, and she could melt in with all the rest of the world - carefree, natural, wet. Today was not that kind of day.

Sterling shifted awkwardly. He realized they were both trying to force conversation, commenting on the weather... forcing small talk. She was so hard to have a conversation with! "Well, would you like to sit with us?" he asked, gesturing toward the small crowd he had recently been sitting with. He was fairly sure she would decline, but he decided he would stay with her regardless.