In Mute's Point of View

 I immediately took a step closer, almost subconsciously. This boy had style, I’ll give him that.

In Elsie's Point of View.

If you have nothing, you have nothing to lose, right?

“Oh gosh, the moon looks beautiful!” I said without really meaning to. He gave me a very strange look, as if I was on the borderline of insulting him. I looked down, feeling really guilty for no apparent reason.

No one had been in the common room, but by now, a few days later, almost everyone knew about it.

I was pretty sure from the way my hair was billowing from the sides of my face that I looked like some kind of psychopath on a rampage. Which, in all honesty, wasn’t far from the truth.

“Elsie, close the door,” a voice told me.

“Five minutes?” He asked. I nodded and bolted all the way upstairs into my dorm.

“Wow,” Peter breathed as the couple passed by us. “They look…happy?”

“Yeah,” I beamed, smiling as wide as ever.

"I can't believe this," He groaned.
[For the past day and a half, I had chapter Seventeen. Mute. as the chapter title, when in actuality it was chapter eighteen, and NO ONE told me! hahahaha]

She was so sure of herself, and her goals. I wasn’t.

“You can’t do this,” I cried.

“I can’t believe it!”

Setting the bar too low, and never quite bothering to jump.

“Yeah,” I felt a red twinge coming onto my cheeks, but I knew I didn’t have a reason to be embarrassed.