Originally Posted by Quick Quotes Quill

With another deep breath, Gwendolyn continued to walk along the pathway, kicking from time to time the snow in front of her. There was just so much she still had to do, but she needed a break. Definitely. And perhaps she should listen to Ari and try to spend a bit less time in the library. Pshh. Such a Ravenclaw. But still, she couldn’t just ignore the fact that OWLs were coming up. Next year, that is. But she had to study for those exams. At least she thought it was best to prepare herself in time.

As she kept walking, the fourth year gave a quick look around. Her eyes were scanning the place quickly, until she spotted something that made her stop. Errr… someone, actually. ‘Aren’t you cold?’, she raised an eyebrow. Who would sit on the ground when it is so cold outside? Some idiot, for sure. Should she yell a ‘stand up’? Hmm… As she was about to say that, Gwen managed to see who it was.

Pshh. Never mind.

Zeke could get hypothermia for all she cared.

Originally Posted by TwistedHearts

He was about to snap back a rude reply to the girl. Something like, "What do you care?" But he stopped himself. That voice..... It was familiar. He looked up at the girl.

.................GWEN.

And a smirk began to creep up on his face, which instantly disappeared in the blink of an eye. "Yes, yes I am. I'm so cold," he began in a pitiful tone, his face all trying to look innocent and sad with that pout in his lips and a really good attempt at puppy dog eyes. Deep sighhh. Lol, he could be an actor or something. It'd convince almost anyone. But he wasn't so sure with Gwen. This was one person whom he could never read. And like he did the last time, he patted the place beside him. "Accompany me?" Like a hug or something?

Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu

Her grin faltered ever so slightly at the Hufflepuff's question. It wasn't at Eve, exactly. But the question. That question has annoyed her since September.

How was she? How did anyone think she was? Awful. Or, at least, not happy. Never happy. Except perhaps when they'd won their first match. That was...happiness. But not...not the right kind of happiness. Or the usual happiness or...

Ellie shrugged. "Okay." Which was a better answer than the one she's been giving. 'Surviving'. That was what it felt like usually. That she was merely surviving. But she was doing more than that today. She felt okay.

"How are you? How was your holiday?" Because those just happened. Those were excellent.

Originally Posted by Cassandra

Originally Posted by emmafan123

Cornelius entered the Pathways around noon, happy to be out on the grounds once more, even though it was plenty cold with all of the snow still firmly coating the ground beneath his feet. But he was dressed well for it, not yet in uniform so soon after the break, and walked out into the snow with his trusty leather jacket snugly zipped over his chest. But he wasn't really focused on the weather anyway, his mind on much more confusing things, all of which revolved around Aspen Odessa.

The break had been good for him. Necessary. He'd had time to think and sort things out...to an extent. He still had too many questions. And beyond anything else, he had no idea where his relationship with Aspen currently was at. Or if it existed at all. Or if it had ever existed in the first place. Again, a lot of questions. He hadn't written her at all over the break. He thought about it, he wanted to a number of times because, quite frankly, he missed her quite a bit. She had solidified a place for herself as a crucial part of Cornelius's life and that part, left unfilled, successfully made the past few weeks of his life oddly empty. But he didn't write her.

However, he had a gift for her, for the holidays. He had gotten it long before...everything. But it was hers and he couldn't find another way to deliver it since they had last spoken, weeks ago in the Great Hall. And so he waited for her, not even sure if she was able to come meet him at all, and leaned back against a fence of one of the pathways, one hand in the pocket of his leather jacket and the other holding a relatively small package addressed to Aspen.

Originally Posted by Cassandra

Originally Posted by fanficfanatict

And just like that, it was like Chris had never left. He had always been impulsive and prone to hear what he wanted people to hear and he had not changed a bit. Not even after he had lost his sister and his father; no, he was still the same Christopher who had left Hogwarts without so much as a goodbye last year. He was still a boy who was trying so hard to channel his anger into a false bravado that he thought made him a man. And it was still as pathetic as it was ten months ago. She had forgotten how much she had loathed his self righteous tendencies of making everyone else the bad guys. It made her furious.

But she kept her calm. She slowly turned around to face him and said calmly, "Don't raise your voice to me, Christopher. I did not do it to you so have some respect. And I would never blame you for her passing, she was sick. But I do blame you for keeping her from me. From never letting me say goodbye... because I will never get that chance again." Because once someone was dead they were gone forever... and that was a sentiment Selina understood very, very well.