Classroom Four Eight B

<•~| Sky Tears |~•>

It was that time of year again. When every part of the UK became swamped beneath a eerie plume of grey as droplets of the water lightly dribble from the skies above. It seemed as if every colour became more potent this time of year, every shade of green on a plant once dull became vibrant in colour as the water quenched it's beauty. Aspen quite enjoyed this, although like the rain was some sort of endangered animal, it was never good to observe it close up. Sitting in the clubhouse was like a safe heaven when rain battered at the window like a robber attempting to break in. The large, circular, glass-stained window was a race track and each water droplet rushed to slowly slide down and around the rather bumpy texture. When a droplet collided with the window it spluttered into a wild sprinkle of smaller droplets with a light splat. Aspen took a peak at the world below and her eyes beheld a most beautiful sight. Rows and rows of different colours and patterns lined the streets, some thundered past while others remained at a leisurely pace, the umbrellas formed a canopy over the once mostly empty street. Although the horizon was captured in a sheet of white haze most of the village was still visible. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes once more, allowing for her entire body to become comforted deeper within the pillows of the window ledge. The pitter patter of the rain could've easily been mistaken for someone walking past her door, yet the gush of water that launched out of the gutter and violently collided with the concrete below disrupted the otherwise peaceful scene. Taking in a shallow breath, the stench of ozone seemed to cleanse her insides. She'd like to pretend that it's fresh pungent taste would be enough to wash away the stains imprinted on the world but she knew that that was a silly thought. "You've been awfully quiet." A certain voice broke the vacuum of silence, to which Aspen slowly cracked an eye open. "Thanks Captain Obvious, you're a real great help to society." Aspen hissed back with a playfulness to her tone. "Glad to see you finally noticed." Doneven scoffed then added, "I hate studying... Surely there's an easier way to memorise hex remedies and the London Bridge..." He erupted into a groan before slamming his face into a open-faced book as if this would somehow transfer all the information from its' writing into his brain. Doneven was perched across the room, sitting tiredly, slumped over in the large, red armchair with golden trimmings. The dark oak writing desk lay messy with dried-up ink pots, several fancy quilled pens decorated with an array of different coloured feathers, an abundance of papers, diary's stuffed with stray pages and a couple random books littered around the desk ripped from the bookshelf that sprawled up the back wall. The empty spaces had accumulated so much dust and become sticky with cobwebs that Aspen wasn't too sure if it were healthy to get too close to the bookshelf. Aspen shook her head and let out a sigh pensively. Doneven had a circle of open-faced books situated neatly around him, if anyone were to walk in on the scene Aspen was pretty sure they'd think he were either mad or genius. "Perhaps it'd be easier to study if you didn't have all of your subjects books decorated around you. Trust me, it doesn't make you look any smarter." Aspen's lips quirked upward into a smirk as Doneven's head quickly lifted off the book. His lips pulled into a frown as his stare was fixated onto Aspen longingly. Doneven's reading glasses hung quirked around his face, tilted down to one side. She'd almost forgotten he required them to read such small writing. Aspen let out a tut, retrieving her y-shaped wand from between the silk of her robes, coiling her fingers around it's base neatly. She muttered out a spell, before two beams of streamlined light intertwined and struck a book in the dusty bookshelf. Doneven turned around to see what she'd shot at, instantly regretting it as the book was lassoed out of the shelf and smacked him on the top of his head. The book met the desk with a loud banging noise, opening up to a random page in the middle. "Merlin, Aspen. I don't know what's worse, your square head or your aim." Doneven growled, pulling his lips upwards into a animal-like snarl. Aspen couldn't suppress the devious snicker that escaped her lips as she began to slowly cross the room. Doneven's gaze never wavered from Aspen, he struggled to hide the small smile that rose to his lips. Aspen traced a singular finger along the edge of the writing desk, depositing her wand onto the hard wood with a clatter. "A-Are you flirting with me?" Doneven choked out hoarsely entirely taken aback by Aspen's sudden mood change. Even Aspen was taken aback as she suddenly noticed how inappropriate she was acting, what had gotten into her recently? She knew she wasn't in the right mind, the desire to escape her household had never been so strong. But she never would've imagined giving herself away to a scrawny Sarasect who had no business in her personal life. She balled her hand into a fist and bit her lip, forcing herself to take an in interest in the poorly painted and chipping white wooden door. "No. I'm a Sicilas. You're a Sarasect. To even think that... Is simply ridiculous." Aspen forced out, she seemed she was trying appallingly to hide the disappointment that fluttered in her voice. Was it that she was disappointed in her actions or that she knew she could never have such a close relationship with her old best friend, she couldn't tell... Or maybe she did but didn't want to face it.

Doneven shattered the icy silence with his calming voice, the equivalent of an ice pick. "For shame... My apologies, Sicilas." He shook his head, clasping both his warm hands around Aspen's. She felt the heat transfer in several pulses, as if her fingers were a little robin, who was stuck out in the snow. Doneven's touch was gentle, friendly and familiar all rolled in a comforting wrap. Aspen cleared her throat, letting out a croaky cough. "... Hex remedies you were saying?" Aspen's breath faltered for a moment as if she were unsure of how to proceed in their interaction. "Y-Yes... I have to remember about half of them..." Doneven explained, retrieving his hands from Aspen's. His body language spoke in oppose and closed off from Aspen. There was no doubt, she'd just made a huge mistake. She gifted him a knowing look, in a desperate attempt to not refuse or to remind him of how hard she's worked for this relationship. "No, no... I'm not... I'm not learning them to use them on..."