*Authors note: Hey guys, sorry I suck at writing, but I enjoy it, so I hope I don't get too much hate!*
"Excuse me. Oh, and I'm Rachel." She said. The boy looked up, his grey eyes meeting Rachel's brown ones. "I'm Kay. Need anything?" Kay had long brown hair down to the bottom of his neck, and grey stormy eyes. He had freckles along the bridge of his nose, and was lean, neither tall or short. "Yeah. I can't find my ferret, and if the headmaster finds it I'm dead." He smiled slightly and said "Right behind you." She spun around and saw the ferret on the wall. She scooped it up and said sternly "Gyp, you're gonna get hanged if you keep running out." It crawled up her arm and sat on a shoulder. "Nice to meet you." She said, extending a hand out to him. He took it, and they shook hands. Then, in the charcoal, she saw a paper sticking out. Curious, she let go of his hand and picked it up. "No, wait, don't..." He stammered. It was a charcoal drawing, a beautiful one at that. The details were so intricate, so vivid. A drawing of the room they were in now. "So beautiful..." She murmured, staring at it. "You like it?" He said. "I mean, can you not tell anyone? Any type of artist has been banned by the snow queen." I shivered. A long, long time ago, the snow queen had taken over, made it snow everywhere, and had every single person with creativity executed and frozen, as they were creative and good with ideas and could possibly take over. Of course the wizards didn't go down without a fight, but soon every painter, musician, sculptor, wizard, and anyone of the sort were no more. "Of course I won't tell!" I said. Gypsy jumped into the charcoal. A look of relief spread across his face, which was quickly replaced by horror. Mr.Trousers was in the doorway, glaring down at us. Oh, shoot. I whipped the paper behind my back. "The bathroom, eh?" He said. "Trying to avoid work, are we? Disrupting others? Why, I oughta-" "Sir! It's my fault, I asked her to help me, sir, I couldn't do it all without help, sir!" Kay shouted, giving Rachel a glance. "You persuaded her?" Furious, not only because loyal Kay had been disobeying, but he had control over the one thing he could never hope to control. With fury, Mr.Trousers yelled "YOU, GO!" Pointing at Rachel. "But..." She said softly. "50 MITTENS!" He yelled. "But sir that's-" "100!" He hollered. She muttered to herself and walked up the stairs, shooting an apologetic yet grateful glance at Kay, who gave her an 'ohno' look. She noticed Gypsy sneak out behind her and jump up the stairs. He began exploding at Kay just before their voices faded out. She stormed into the sowing room, furious. She didn't notice until she sat down that she still had Kay's drawing in her tightly clenched fists. Her eyes widened, and she folded it carefully and put it in her jeans pocket. She grabbed a piece of fabric and some scissors and buckled down to work. She must've been down there a long time, it was dark and alone. She sat down at her bench, and Gypsy ran back to the dormitories. She, after a few hours of sowing, did around eighty. Eh, who was counting. She said she finished and threw them into the finished pile, happy for once to hit the hay. She wondered what Kay was doing... He's probably still working- Mr.Trousers punishments were harder on boys. She should go down and say thanks... He did stand up for her and everything... And she should return the drawing... Who knows, maybe instead of working like Mr.Trousers thinks he's been he's been drawing. He could show her! She was at her dorm room now, sitting on the bed. Gypsy curled in her lap. She She cradled gypsy in her arms, then set her on a shoulder, standing up. She paced a bit, then walked out, slipping into shadow. She slid silently down the stairs, hearing light scratches, and a hushed voice mumbling. She entered the room. He stood with his back facing to her, shoveling coal. "Kay..." She said quietly. He turned around and she gasped.
*If there's any grammar issues, I'm too lazy to check, so sorry I guess*
