In the halls of Harvard

The cool evening breeze was all around the sidewalk, playing with the leaves. The leaves swirled up and floated down, one lone red leaf landed on a head. A head with flowing long blonde hair. The leaf was grasped and thrown down by a slim hand. Paris fumed and muttered about pervert leaves.

A cup full of steaming hot brown drink stood on a metal circular table. Slim fingers wrapped around it and brought it up. The drink flowed down from its home[the cup] to the luscious pink lips. Rory quickly finished the drink and went out of the coffee shop. She waved down to the girl who has a grudge with pervert leaves.

"Rory. We're gonna be late if we dont go now!" Paris muttered, walking briskly.
"Yeah, c'mon, lets run! Race ya!" Rory grinned and dashed off.
Paris muttered something about maniac people running around and dashed off. Then she realized she was now one of the maniac people and stopped, jogging instead.


Campus



"Sorry Prof!" panted Rory

Then came up a sweating capital... er, person.

"Well, hello Paris. Where have you two been? I was waiting for you both for an hour!" stated the Prof.Cortes
"We... we... [pants pants] went down to the library... To search for more info on... [pants] our exhibition, Hernando Cortes..." panted Rory again
"Ah! About me?" laughed Prof.Cortes
"Your name is Cortes Finch. Not Hernando Cortes," Paris huffed, she was still bothered by pervert leaves
"What's wrong with you Miss Gellar? Youre rarely in a bad mood nowadays..." enquired Prof.Cortes
"Nothing... Just pervert flying objects..." Paris sighed
"PFE. Never heard of it, how did you come by it?"
"Dont mind about her, she's just a bit ticked off. Now where is this person you're going to introduce to us?" smiled Rory
"Seems like he's fashionably late, but never mind, lets take chat first. With coffee of course" beamed the Prof.

And of they went, Prof.Cortes smiling happily, Rory, in a good mood because of her getting a free cup of coffe, and Paris, still in a bad mood, the cause of the pervert leaves of course.



College's Cafe


"Honestly, Miss Gilmore, you have to snap out of this... infatuation!" chuckled the Prof
"Naaaaaahhh.... Its my purpose of life! If there is not this [pointing to the cup of coffee] I shall commit suicide since there are no other things that is as worthful as this...."
"disgustingly brown liquid" interrupted Paris
"WHAT?! HOW ----" shrieked Rory but was interrupted by a voice

"Well, this looks like a merry meeting. Its nice to see you again, Capital, Mary..."

Bewildred at the sound of the name, incidents of the past flashed in her mind as she turned around to see who it was.

Paris gasped.

Rory frozed.

The mouth turned into a smirk, the hue of that portion of the visible spectrum lying between green and indigo, evoked in the human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 420 to 490 nanometers; any of a group of colors that may vary in lightness and saturation, whose hue is that of a clear daytime sky; one of the additive or light primaries; one of the psychological primary hues organ of vision shone brightly as he drunk the image of his adolescent's crush. And his adult's crush.

Professor Cortes smiled, "Well, it seems like you trine know each other. Welcome to Harvard, you nephew of King Mark of Cornwall who fell in love with your uncle's bride, Iseult, after you and Iseult mistakenly drank a love potion that left Iseult and you eternally in love with each other."

The so-called nephew of King Mark of Cornwall gave him a confused look, "Wha-??"

"Nothing, its just that your name is the same as the nephew of King Mark of Cornwall, in the Arthurian legend" grinned the Prof.

"Whatever, Mister Finch" smirked Tristan Dugrey.

TBC....

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