Last Day In Paradise {Open}

"You, and me have been here twice. This is our last day back here in paradise" Benji sung the tune under his breath, his feet scuffing the cold ground, his hands shoved deeply into his pockets. He wasn't looking where he was going and he was repeatedly bumping into younger students on their way inside the warm shops. Not that he cared, his arrogance was well known and most people tended to stay out of his way. His mother had always told him to flaunt what he had, so he did. Though, some considered it a little excessive.

"One more miracle. One more golden man. The face. The figure. The fame. All disappear"

How how long he walked, Benji wasn't sure, his feet kept moving and he was in no rush to stop them. It was a bright, if not cold, day after all and he would rather have been outside than anywhere near that uptight pretentious band of Gryffindors. He had expected that rain that day, though, as unpredictable as he, the weather had disagreed entirely and let the sun shine through the white clouds. Benji enjoyed walking in the rain, but for the benefit of his perfectly straight hair, he was glad it was sunny.

"Go. But don’t take my advice. You do not belong down here in paradise," his voice lingered for a moment as he looked up, right into the eyes of an unsuspecting student who seemed to have been staring at him. His smile curved up slightly and he bit down on his bottom lip. He wondered how much people really knew about him, or how much was just rumors. Not that he really cared, he had been the quiet shy boy for too long, it was time to make some changes around here.

"The face. The figure. The fame. Are not for you."

Benji stopped dead in the middle of the street, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He realised people looked at him, it was a perfectly natural response after all. But this person was staring, and not just staring...watching. Benji frowned and turned trying to pin-point the person, but to no avail.

Miseria raised her eyebrows when the boy who she was looking at stopped in the middle of the street. Was it real or did he talk to himself? She ran her fingers trough her blue hair. She has never seen him before. Well, probobally she had walk trough him but not even noticed, although, he had almost the same look as she did. Little punk and few piercings.

And when he looked back at her, Miseria pushed herself away from the wall on what she was leaning. Pushing her white hands into her deep coat pockets, she walked towards him, not even looking at the other students she stopped infront of him, giving him a close look like for the other people who she first meets. "Are you lost?" she asked, voice mostly empty. She didn't actually care if he was lost or not. She didn't also care if he was cold or not.

Actually she didn't even know why she was asking this but the thing was that she has never seen him before and what made her come and talk with him was mostly of his style.

"Am...am I lost?" he repeated, slightly shocked. The girl was rather forward, standing right in front of him, her eyes running over him. Judging him. It wasn't the judging he cared about, it was the proximity. He smirked to himself and took a step back. Blue hair? Interesting.

"No. I'm not lost. But you were staring at me, any particular reason why?Or did you just fancy your chances?" he asked with a cheeky wink. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his trousers and smiled to himself. Brushing a strand of hair from his eyes he retained his smile, his eyes following a blonde as she walked past. She returned his smile and added a flirtatious wave as he returned to the girl in front of him. He bit down on his lip, rolling his piercing in between his teeth.

Miseria nodded. This guy was weird. But the great thing was that students started walking again and now they were mostly ignored. Just like any other students who people didn't know or didn't care about. That's the way Miseria liked to be. So people didn't come and talk to her when she didn't want. She was talking to the others when she wanted that to herself or when she needed that.

Suddenly she started laughing when she heard his teories. Fancy her chances?! "Great, so now when girls are looking at you, you think that they are thinking what chances they got about you?" she asked, trying to stop her high voiced laugh. What was he thinking about when males were looking at him? The same thing? Eew! "Sorry, no. My heart is already taken," she then said, thinking of Josh. She hasn't seen him for whole month from now. Where was he?

Thanking god that her thoughts weren't clear enough on her pale face, she looked again at him, face serious and not even having any vestiges of her smile.

Benji shrugged simply, "Your heart doesn't have to be free to have a good time." Benji watched her eyes, he smiled again taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing them casually over his chest. "Besides, it's much more fun when your heart is taken." He turned for a moment, and then back again, pulling some money out of his pocket and counting it. "Want to go for a drink? I've got just enough for a firewhisky each."

Benji looked up and smiled at her, there's no reason to say no to a free drink. Even if she was taken, they could still have fun. Plus the fact no one had refused the werewolf yet.

Miseria rolled her eyes. Was he always like that? Flirting? Or it was just to be cool? Sighing quietly, she looked around, searching for some familiar faces but she didn't saw anybody. Every student here was mostly in year sever or some of them younger. People who she didn't even know. “I think you're hoping too much,“ she said, making a wide snow white smile on her face. Even if Josh didn't want her anymore, she wouldn't want to be with anyone anymore.

When he offered her a drink, she just had to raise her eyebrows. A drink? Firewhiskey? “I don't drink... firewhiskey,“ she then said. And it was true. She didn't want to get injured by alcohol in any ways. And she had enough money for herself. “But I guess we can go somewhere warmer,“ she added in a second.