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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