 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Johnny heard the question but he didn’t bother answering. It wasn’t that he was mad at Serge, just disappointed. He wasn’t so sure why he was this upset that his friend hadn't taken the news of his staying at Beauxbatons more…. What? Joyously? With enthusiasm? Jon knew he would eventually calm down and return to Serge - how could he not when the other guy was so important to him? - but right now he just wanted to be caught up in all of his feelings.
Aimée would be correct in deducing that he was not happy to be here. But the feeling too would pass eventually. Jon hated being sad and would do what he could to not hang on to the emotion longer than necessary. “I’m not,’’ he replied honestly. “But I will be.” Jonathan was about to say more, to change the subject but he too felt it. The raindrop landed neatly on the tip of his nose and before he knew it, rain was pouring down on everyone and everything. His curly hair was soon soaked, as was the rest of him. His hair hung flat but he forgot about himself, hurriedly looking towards Serge. Why was he just looking up at the sky and not at least make an attempt to find some form of cover? Did he want to catch a cold?
Jon cupped his hands around his mouth and tried to make himself be heard over the downpour. “Serge!’’
Sahil now made his presence known, passing the students as he made his way in Dorothea’s direction. He was humming to himself - when he wasn’t stopping to randomly greet students, this is. It was marvelous to see so many chattering young ones. The professor certainly was in high anticipation of teaching them all at some point. What lessons he had planned! They were certain to leave each student eager for the next!
The sudden drops on his dark head of hair and him squinting up at the skies. Really? It was going to rain now? When all the students were gathered out here? “Perfect timing,’’ he muttered to himself, his tone quite sarcastic. The words hardly exited his mouth when the heavy shower started. His only concern was the students, quite certain that many of them had not brought umbrellas. Quick thinking saw him conjuring up some of all shapes and sizes. In no time, Sahil was magicking them towards as many students possible, the things hovering within reach so those in need could grab them and take shelter. |