Why always the same feeling?

[foxwillow]

Here she was again. Why was it always this place that she found herself drawing? Maybe the tree just gave her some form or solace. The school had been all a flutter with the coming of the Yule Ball and what not, but Ash hadn't been among them. No, she wasn't to fond of dances. Sure dancing was fun, but not getting asked, or fretting about attire and manners was all to stressful. Add some school work in that and it's just not worth it. Besides, she really hadn't been asked to the dance anyways. With gentle strides she made her way across the vast lay of green to her spot near the Whomping Willow.

In the back of her mind she wondered where Ryan, and Regulus and Dani had all been up too.. probably being themselves as usual. But what did that really mean? Them being themselves? What did she really know about the men she knew.. Well, maybe she'd think about that some other time. For now, she had a tree to draw before it moved again. As far as Ashlynn could guess, her and the tree had an understanding. When she was there, it stayed still for her; and when she had the time she would show it the drawings she'd made of it. It was hard to tell if it could actually see the art, but it understood what it was.

With soft movements of her pencil, the tree's form began to take shape on the pale paper. Ashlynn was in her sixth year of school, and she still had no idea what she wanted to do when she got out. Sometimes she wished she could stay here forever, and maybe never leave. She could always ask and see if she could stay and be a teacher here? She was very good in Charms... Maybe it could work? After about a half an hour her drawing was done, and she had taken out her ink, and quill. Tracing back over her lines with the black liquid was perilous, one wrong move and she'd ruin it.

[Noah Orchard]

"I need something to sing about"

Noah was a lot of things: a partier, social bee, teasing charmer, energetic, tempermental, optomistic, trusting, loyal, friendly....but the thing that a person just couldn't miss about Noah, and in fact it would be quite like missing a dog among a million cats, was that he was very...accident prone. There wasn't even a word for it; trouble came to him like bees and pollen. It wasn't unusual to see him coming into class with a bandage around his head, or going to the hospital wing for a broken arm. He and the nurse, he liked to thing they were pretty good friends. It did after all, get him out of class, which was always a plus. So what was wrong with him today you ask? Well today, Noah was sporting a nice dark shiner right square on his perfect chin. Yeah, it was lovely. Unfortunately he didn't have the awesome story to go along with it like he usually did.

He literally got jumped coming out of class, just popped, right in the face. Honestly he'd barely had time to react before the guy took off running down the hall for his life. Wise decision buddy. Noah had a strong suspicion it was that Kalib kid, he was always mad at him for one reasno or another. More often than not, it was just for breathing. But no, Noah wasn't going to lurk in some dark hallway, waiting for him to come around the corner and pounce. That wasn't his style, he wouldn't do it. Besides, he didn't have actual proof that it had been Kalib, he'd only glimpsed a nice eyeful of green. The best way to get back at someone? Go around and pretend like it didn't happen, like you could care less, and that you actually liked the newcomer on your face. Even if you didn't. Which I can assure you, he didn't.

Noah walked across the lawns and stopped mid-step, staring at the girl under the Whomping Willow. Well, close to it. She was drawing something, but he barely took notice. She was like a painting herself, perfect in almost every way. Yes he'd seen her before, they'd maybe shared a few words, it was hard not to run into someone in your house and year. But, the important part in this situation my friend, if you had been paying any attention at all, was that she was alone today. That had almost never happened before. He turned his destination on a new person as he walked over to the willow. Instinctively he eyed the tree, he and the tree had had a....fight last week. Was reaching the pretty girl worth it? Of course it was. He stopped beside the tree, uncomfortably close as he peered over to see her work. Noah let out a low whistle as he smiled, she was very good. "You see I've never had any talent for that, but you seem to make everything in that picture more beautiful." It almost looked better than reality, he didn't even have to lie.