Sora Hawthorne loved to plot. Here a plot, there a plot, everywhere he saw a plot. His partner in crime, however, was missing in action. His friend were away visiting family in some unknown part of the world, eating new pastries, killing new animals, cursing new fools. He should have been happy for her…but, self-centered soul that he was, all her adventures brought him was a steadfast longing for her return. He could see her when he closed his eyes, long hair fanning out as she cast some new, devious spell at some unsuspecting being. And Sora. Was. Alone.

A full bottom lip jutted out from his pale face in a pout, silver eyes angry and jealousy-filled. His dark brown was the color of dark chocolate in the twilight, fanning out as if a cape fit to accent his face. His whole appearance was meticulously prepared, each hair placed just so, each crease in his robes purposely arranged, the ruby-encrusted silver clasp put at the perfect angle. Perfectionism at its best.

He slid--as gracefully as he could manage at the diminutive height of five feet three inches--from the armchair that sat in the Prefect's Bathroom. He was no prefect, but why should the stuffy goody-two shoes have the luxury even the Slytherin Common Room lacked. His nails were manicured and his fingers accented by silver and iron rings, his wrists adorned likewise, and his left ear held a chain of piercings along the curve, each holding a ruby stud.Someone would entertain him. He quickly exited the lovely room and waited in the hallway for someone, anyone, to come along. He was that desperate.

April set off, out of the Slytherin Common Room, and into the corridors. She was anxious, in a weird mood, and desperately needed a walk. She wore simple black robes and high heeled green dragonskin boots. Her cloak, silver, billowed around her as she walked. It was cold in the castle of late, and she was forced to wear her heavier cloak even inside the castle walls.

She had made it to the entrance hall when she decided on a long route around the school. Sheheaded through some hidden tapestries, jumped a few staircases, and ended up a hallway away from the prefects bathroom. She didn't know any prefects, but she had an urge to go in that direction. So, she set off.

When she reached the hallway, she noticed she wasn't alone. A lone boy stood there, not moving, right outside the bathroom door. He didn't look like a prefect; in fact, she thought she recognized him fro mthe Common Room .It was possible. She walked towards him slowly, and quietly.

"Is there any reason you are just... standing here?" she asked curiously.