Disclaimer: Nope, still don't on any of the Harry Potter characters.
A/N: Well..... I don't like typing sometimes, because I have to make it accurate from the book. I read the chapters as I type. It gives me ideas. Speaking of which, I'm not out of ideas, but if you want to give me suggestions, feel free. I might attempt at doing fluff. Note, this is my first fic so..... I don't know if I will keep switching POV's is sort of hard. Do you want me to? Anyway it's pretty obvious what the plot is now... or is it? This chapter is about four pages...enjoy...
Cass
Crystilin POV
The teachers continued to be evil and give us more homework. I swear Lain and I are going to die from playing our instruments so much for muggle music. A flute isn't as easy to play as it looks. A clarinet isn't ether as Lain proved.
We were practicing a full band piece. I decided to do muggle studies because I was in a muggle orphanage for a good part of my life. Muggle's aren't all that bad. Not many were that interested, it seemed, and the class had not only the normal 2 houses but students from all of the houses, playing random things. For example there was me, a Slytherin, the only one to be exact, playing the flute, the only flute. Lain, a Ravenclaw, playing a clarinet, two other Ravenclaws, one playing the oboe, the other playing the French horn. Four Gryffindors one playing the trumpet, one a saxophone, one a tuba and the last one in the orchestra section playing a viola. The last of the students were Hufflepuffs three in orchestra with the cello, violin, harp, one who sung solos, and a percussionist. Normally we played separately, having only one test each Friday. We were however (wouldn't you know it) preparing for the OWLs.
After muggle music I had muggle art right after. So, basically, double muggle studies, daily. We were supposed to turn in our self- portraits today, ugg. This is a small class. The people in this class are (again) mixed up house-wise me, Damon, Dean, Lain, Seamus, a girl not in our year named Cho, and a few Hufflepuffs. Dean was a natural at drawing. I was told that I was good too, but I didn't draw for a pastime. Seamus was only in this class because of Dean, and Damon because I was. But unlike Seamus, though, Damon could draw. Lain enjoys drawing so she's in this class. I think that's another reason why Seamus hasn't dropped the class yet.
Another amount of classes later (I do NOT want to remember; too much HOMEWORK!!!) Damon and I were walking down the marble staircases when one of us (Damon of course) actually noticed a large sign notifying all of us that the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students would be arriving on the 30th of October.
"Uck, nooooo!" Damon moaned.
"Poor you..." I replied sympathetically. Note the pathetically in sympathetically.
We entered the Great Hall. Throughout the next week we could tell the school was beefing itself up. No mater were you were you could hear people discussing the Triwizard Tournament. The day of the night of the arrival seemed rushed. The potions with the Gryffindors where cut short. Damon looked pale throughout the whole day. When potions was over Damon and I went farther into the dungeons into the Slytherin common room. We put our things away grabbed our cloaks, due to the fact it was cool out, and went upstairs to the entrance hall.
Professor Snape ordered us into lines, first years up front. The other head's of houses were doing the same. We were soon led out in front of the castle. Everyone was waiting in anticipation for the arrival of the guests. I glanced at the pale moon. I stared for a while and then finally Professor Dumbledore announced that the delegations for Beauxbatons had arrived. Many shouted "Where?" but I saw them, as did Damon. They where coming from over the Forbidden Forest in a gigantic, blue horse-drawn carriage. When it landed we saw that, pulling the carriage were vast golden, palomino, horses. A boy in thin, pale blue robes hopped out, unfolded golden steps and then sprang back respectfully. A woman the size of Hagrid emerged wearing black satin and lots of pretty opals.
Professor Dumbledore started to clap, and we followed suit. She walked over to Dumbledore, but I lost my attention by then. I was staring at the shivering students who had emerged from the carriage. They all appeared a bit older than me and were wearing the same kind of thin blue robes as the boy who opened the door for the headmistress, Madame Maxime. They walked over and into the castle.
Damon had her attention averted to the lake.
"What's up?" I asked.
"If I know Durmstrang, which I do, they'll be arriving by boat." she replied, still not removing her gaze from the lake. I watched as well.
Soon after we heard the sound of something sounding some-what like a vacuum cleaner, the lake looked like it was unplugged or something like that. A whirlpool appeared and a boat out of the whirlpool. Damon was right, they had come by boat. The students that emerged were wearing thick fur coats, making them appear larger then they were. Damon was giving them a nasty look. The headmaster was the only one wearing different robes; they were sleek and silver, kind of like the color of his hair.
"Karkaroff...." Damon muttered.
He had to be the headmaster. He and Professor Dumbledore exchanged a few words, and then Professor Karkaroff said that one of his students had a slight head cold. He indicated to a boy I recognized as Victor Krum. I recognized him for two reasons one, he was in the Quiddich Cup and, two, he was a well paying customer for custom broomsticks. He was staring at Damon. She was still rather pale (well paler than usual.)
We re-entered the Great Hall, Damon regaining some color. Girls were squabbling if they had a quill for him to sign an autograph. We went over to the Slytherin table and sat down. We glanced around. The Durmstrang students were still standing by the door, not sure were to sit, Damon, trying to pay them no mind. The Beauxbatons students had already chosen to sit with the Ravenclaws, some still seeming cold. The boy who undid the golden stairs on their carriage had chosen a seat next to Lain and seemed rather fond of her (like most of the boys she meets).
Soon though, I noticed Damon lose the color in her face all over again as Zabine scooted over and made room for none other than Victor Krum. The other Durmstrang students sat here as well, one right next to me. Malfoy looked very smug at the sight of Krum sitting at their table, Krum sat next to Damon, Malfoy being across from her. He bent over to talk to Krum anyway, rather forcedly though. The Durmstrang boy next to me said,
"Vell, vell look at vhat the cat spit up. It's Damon Darkston," he sneered in a challenging way.
"Paka...that almost spells baka..." she began, "he's so annoying..." she added to me.
"I can see you were popular," I chanced.
"Ugh, just shut up 'Lin," she groaned.
The Durmstrang students were a bit impressed by our goblets and platters. When Madame Maxime came into the hall all of the Beauxbatons students leapt to their feet and sat down only when their headmistress had. Professor Dumbledore made a short speech and the plates filled with a greater variety of foods then normal. The Durmstrang students, once there coats where removed, where wearing blood red robes, which were pretty cool if you looked at them up close. The boy Paka seemed like he might need larger ones though, if that were possible. Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch arrived and set at the teacher's table. Bagman waved at me. I had done him many favors so I wasn't all too surprised.
Professor Dumbledore stood to speak. He welcomed the two ministry members and then had a jeweled casket – like thing brought to him by Mr. Filch. He explained the tournament and who the selector was, the Goblet of Fire, an odd looking goblet that he pulled out of the casket thing. He would draw an age line around it to insure no underage wizard would compete. He then, sent us off to bed.
Karkaroff came over to the Slytherin table and asked Krum if he was feeling well and things like that. Damon made her way away as soon as she could, not waiting for me to follow. Durmstrang left for their boat. I followed Damon shortly after chancing a glance at the Gryffindors; they seemed to be doing the same at us. The Ron kid was staring at us with what one might call envy... Dean was talking to Seamus, trying to calm him down, since he could see that Beauxbatons boy sitting next to, and flirting with Lain, though I still didn't think Lain had talked to him about that whole "incident".
I entered the common room an discovered that Damon wasn't there. Malfoy was going on about how Krum was this, and Krum was that, not in good manner ether.
We slept in the next day, or as late as I could sleep in. It was Saturday when normal people were sleeping in. This Saturday, though, everybody seemed to be abnormal. I woke up pretty early for them, yet they were up. Damon was up too, so we entered the Great Hall together. There were indeed more people then normal. Most milled around the Goblet of Fire. We watched the pathetic attempts of two students younger then allowed to get their names into the goblet. They walked up and it nearly worked, but soon they were shot 10 feet away and beards sprouted. The hall burst into laughter. Even the two boys chimed in. The headmaster appeared and advised the boys to go to the hospital wing, though he didn't seem angry.
We walked over to our table and surveyed the decorations the Great Hall had taken overnight. It was Hollow's Eve so the hall had live bats and things in that manner. We listened to the Gryffindors (yes, they were being that loud) discuss who they thought had entered their name into the goblet. One of the Gryffindor chasers we had played against had. I listened as Seamus said
"Better you then pretty-boy Diggory."
I laughed as passing Hufflepuffs glared. Damon was listing in too by now. We watched Seamus and Dean, whom I was surprised was up this early, chatter away, though now we couldn't hear them. Dean noticed us watching and I was startled for a moment, but regained myself and smiled, both of us turning away.
End of Crystilin's POV
Dean's POV
I was talking to Seamus about the Triwizard Tournament again, when I noticed we were being watched. I glanced over at the Slytherin table and saw that Crystilin and her friend Damon were watching us. Seamus must have been loud enough for them to hear. I hadn't really talked with Crystilin since before the incident in the hospital wing, which she was still clueless about. She smiled though and they turned back to their breakfast, a Durmstrang boy sitting next to her. I felt a pang of jealousy even though she kind of stared and scooted away from the boy, whom one might have assumed, was jokingly, but I could tell she was seriously creeped out. I'd much rather be talking to her right now then listening to Seamus change the subject and talk about Lain... Thinking about what I just thought, I got embarrassed. I remember reading somewhere that Gemini's where easily embarrassed, so I was going to blame it on that.
I noticed Seamus watching me now and we returned to our conversation. We decided to go outside and stroll around. Seamus went over to Lain, the Ravenclaw girl that had caused a long discussion with Crystilin, whom Seamus obviously adored. He left me hanging. I decided to stroll around the lake. It was a nice enough day out. I sat down under one of the trees and looked around. Near Hagrid's hut I noticed Crystilin again. She was getting ready; it appeared, to start welding. Ever since the day I almost kissed her I couldn't seem to focus on anything else. She didn't seem interested in me though.... I watched as her friend Damon was pulled away by Malfoy. She seemed reluctant but she left, leaving 'Lin by herself slaving over the gold she was turning into liquid.
I watched her a bit longer and then decided to go over and actually talk to her; I was a Gryffindor after all, that meant bravery, but why would I need bravery? It's just Crystilin.
End of Dean's POV
Crystilin's POV
I had decided to go and welt this weekend again. Damon had come with me, but had been taken on a walk with Malfoy, seemingly not out of her own will. She gave me a pleading look before Malfoy dragged her off. I started on one of my jobs, getting that six-sense feeling like you were being watched, when Dean came up to me. We quickly engaged in a conversation about various things like quiddich and soccer. Dean explained to me who had won the most recent soccer game. We were just enjoying each other's company, when Lain came over Seamus behind her. Typical, basically, where there was Lain there was Seamus, though I think he wasn't just acting gaa gaa over her like he normally was, yet trying to talk to her. The smooth waters turned rocky, however when that Beauxbatons boy who had been fawning over Lain last night came over.
He went over to Lain completely ignoring Seamus and bent down and kissed her hand politely. Seamus fumed jealously as they talked in French to one an other. Dean, who seemed to sense a fight better then I could, dragged me away quickly.
"What if she needs our help? Two boys fawning over her at the same time... could be dangerous." I said.
"Exactly, and anyway, I don't see you going back to help." he replied.
"Mmm...Point earned," I replied dryly.
"Better if we're not caught in the battlefield. Hopefully Seamus can control that temper of his," he sighed. "So, have you started at all on that project for muggle art?"
"Don't remind me!" I whined
"We should both get started. Why don't we go on to the classroom to get canvas, unless you already have some?"
"Nope... I should be working on my snitches... but... I need to do this too... ok what the heck?" I responded.
We marched up the steps to the fifth floor. We entered the empty classroom that served as both the muggle art and music room. We knew it was allowed for students to come in and practice on what they needed and to do their homework inside the classroom. We grabbed canvases and decided to start on the project we had that was to make something in any medium of something that makes us happy.
"Isn't this a rather crappy topic?" I asked him.
"Well, not really. I can think of a few things that make me happy that would be expressed easily." he replied starting a light pencil sketch. Not looking away.
"Really? It's not an easy thing for me to express," I said sheepishly.
I watched him, as he seemed to be in his own little world, unaware of anything, like a different person. It was quite mesmerizing.
"You know me 'Lin, I don't like people to see my work until it's finished." He turned his canvas around to where I could see only some of his eyes and the back of the canvas. I was still having a hard time thinking about what to make. It was a good thing that we had a very long time to make this. Our teacher believed that it would pressure us too much and the picture wouldn't turn out right. Thank goodness for that. I finally gave up and decided to work on my muggle music.
"Is it okay if I work on my flute? It won't bother you will it?" I asked.
"No, it's quite alright," he responded.
I took out my flute and began to play a song I had made myself. It would be a sad song if there were words were with it, slow and long. It was one of those songs that had no real beginning and no real end. I stared out the sunny window the whole time stopping only every once and a while, to let my arms rest, throughout the whole time though I could feel my six sense telling me that Dean was looking up at me every few moments. I didn't pay too much attention to it though. I was too busy playing the song that was kind of like my life in a nutshell.
End of Crystilin's POV
A/N: I hope it's getting more fun to read! I like this chapter. It's got a lot of the "brain parts" where we get to see inside the character. The next chapter will be a chapter written by aznstargirl, or fact ut vivas. It's going to be an other Damon POV. Review please!
-That author
A/N: Well..... I don't like typing sometimes, because I have to make it accurate from the book. I read the chapters as I type. It gives me ideas. Speaking of which, I'm not out of ideas, but if you want to give me suggestions, feel free. I might attempt at doing fluff. Note, this is my first fic so..... I don't know if I will keep switching POV's is sort of hard. Do you want me to? Anyway it's pretty obvious what the plot is now... or is it? This chapter is about four pages...enjoy...
Cass
Crystilin POV
The teachers continued to be evil and give us more homework. I swear Lain and I are going to die from playing our instruments so much for muggle music. A flute isn't as easy to play as it looks. A clarinet isn't ether as Lain proved.
We were practicing a full band piece. I decided to do muggle studies because I was in a muggle orphanage for a good part of my life. Muggle's aren't all that bad. Not many were that interested, it seemed, and the class had not only the normal 2 houses but students from all of the houses, playing random things. For example there was me, a Slytherin, the only one to be exact, playing the flute, the only flute. Lain, a Ravenclaw, playing a clarinet, two other Ravenclaws, one playing the oboe, the other playing the French horn. Four Gryffindors one playing the trumpet, one a saxophone, one a tuba and the last one in the orchestra section playing a viola. The last of the students were Hufflepuffs three in orchestra with the cello, violin, harp, one who sung solos, and a percussionist. Normally we played separately, having only one test each Friday. We were however (wouldn't you know it) preparing for the OWLs.
After muggle music I had muggle art right after. So, basically, double muggle studies, daily. We were supposed to turn in our self- portraits today, ugg. This is a small class. The people in this class are (again) mixed up house-wise me, Damon, Dean, Lain, Seamus, a girl not in our year named Cho, and a few Hufflepuffs. Dean was a natural at drawing. I was told that I was good too, but I didn't draw for a pastime. Seamus was only in this class because of Dean, and Damon because I was. But unlike Seamus, though, Damon could draw. Lain enjoys drawing so she's in this class. I think that's another reason why Seamus hasn't dropped the class yet.
Another amount of classes later (I do NOT want to remember; too much HOMEWORK!!!) Damon and I were walking down the marble staircases when one of us (Damon of course) actually noticed a large sign notifying all of us that the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students would be arriving on the 30th of October.
"Uck, nooooo!" Damon moaned.
"Poor you..." I replied sympathetically. Note the pathetically in sympathetically.
We entered the Great Hall. Throughout the next week we could tell the school was beefing itself up. No mater were you were you could hear people discussing the Triwizard Tournament. The day of the night of the arrival seemed rushed. The potions with the Gryffindors where cut short. Damon looked pale throughout the whole day. When potions was over Damon and I went farther into the dungeons into the Slytherin common room. We put our things away grabbed our cloaks, due to the fact it was cool out, and went upstairs to the entrance hall.
Professor Snape ordered us into lines, first years up front. The other head's of houses were doing the same. We were soon led out in front of the castle. Everyone was waiting in anticipation for the arrival of the guests. I glanced at the pale moon. I stared for a while and then finally Professor Dumbledore announced that the delegations for Beauxbatons had arrived. Many shouted "Where?" but I saw them, as did Damon. They where coming from over the Forbidden Forest in a gigantic, blue horse-drawn carriage. When it landed we saw that, pulling the carriage were vast golden, palomino, horses. A boy in thin, pale blue robes hopped out, unfolded golden steps and then sprang back respectfully. A woman the size of Hagrid emerged wearing black satin and lots of pretty opals.
Professor Dumbledore started to clap, and we followed suit. She walked over to Dumbledore, but I lost my attention by then. I was staring at the shivering students who had emerged from the carriage. They all appeared a bit older than me and were wearing the same kind of thin blue robes as the boy who opened the door for the headmistress, Madame Maxime. They walked over and into the castle.
Damon had her attention averted to the lake.
"What's up?" I asked.
"If I know Durmstrang, which I do, they'll be arriving by boat." she replied, still not removing her gaze from the lake. I watched as well.
Soon after we heard the sound of something sounding some-what like a vacuum cleaner, the lake looked like it was unplugged or something like that. A whirlpool appeared and a boat out of the whirlpool. Damon was right, they had come by boat. The students that emerged were wearing thick fur coats, making them appear larger then they were. Damon was giving them a nasty look. The headmaster was the only one wearing different robes; they were sleek and silver, kind of like the color of his hair.
"Karkaroff...." Damon muttered.
He had to be the headmaster. He and Professor Dumbledore exchanged a few words, and then Professor Karkaroff said that one of his students had a slight head cold. He indicated to a boy I recognized as Victor Krum. I recognized him for two reasons one, he was in the Quiddich Cup and, two, he was a well paying customer for custom broomsticks. He was staring at Damon. She was still rather pale (well paler than usual.)
We re-entered the Great Hall, Damon regaining some color. Girls were squabbling if they had a quill for him to sign an autograph. We went over to the Slytherin table and sat down. We glanced around. The Durmstrang students were still standing by the door, not sure were to sit, Damon, trying to pay them no mind. The Beauxbatons students had already chosen to sit with the Ravenclaws, some still seeming cold. The boy who undid the golden stairs on their carriage had chosen a seat next to Lain and seemed rather fond of her (like most of the boys she meets).
Soon though, I noticed Damon lose the color in her face all over again as Zabine scooted over and made room for none other than Victor Krum. The other Durmstrang students sat here as well, one right next to me. Malfoy looked very smug at the sight of Krum sitting at their table, Krum sat next to Damon, Malfoy being across from her. He bent over to talk to Krum anyway, rather forcedly though. The Durmstrang boy next to me said,
"Vell, vell look at vhat the cat spit up. It's Damon Darkston," he sneered in a challenging way.
"Paka...that almost spells baka..." she began, "he's so annoying..." she added to me.
"I can see you were popular," I chanced.
"Ugh, just shut up 'Lin," she groaned.
The Durmstrang students were a bit impressed by our goblets and platters. When Madame Maxime came into the hall all of the Beauxbatons students leapt to their feet and sat down only when their headmistress had. Professor Dumbledore made a short speech and the plates filled with a greater variety of foods then normal. The Durmstrang students, once there coats where removed, where wearing blood red robes, which were pretty cool if you looked at them up close. The boy Paka seemed like he might need larger ones though, if that were possible. Ludo Bagman and Mr. Crouch arrived and set at the teacher's table. Bagman waved at me. I had done him many favors so I wasn't all too surprised.
Professor Dumbledore stood to speak. He welcomed the two ministry members and then had a jeweled casket – like thing brought to him by Mr. Filch. He explained the tournament and who the selector was, the Goblet of Fire, an odd looking goblet that he pulled out of the casket thing. He would draw an age line around it to insure no underage wizard would compete. He then, sent us off to bed.
Karkaroff came over to the Slytherin table and asked Krum if he was feeling well and things like that. Damon made her way away as soon as she could, not waiting for me to follow. Durmstrang left for their boat. I followed Damon shortly after chancing a glance at the Gryffindors; they seemed to be doing the same at us. The Ron kid was staring at us with what one might call envy... Dean was talking to Seamus, trying to calm him down, since he could see that Beauxbatons boy sitting next to, and flirting with Lain, though I still didn't think Lain had talked to him about that whole "incident".
I entered the common room an discovered that Damon wasn't there. Malfoy was going on about how Krum was this, and Krum was that, not in good manner ether.
We slept in the next day, or as late as I could sleep in. It was Saturday when normal people were sleeping in. This Saturday, though, everybody seemed to be abnormal. I woke up pretty early for them, yet they were up. Damon was up too, so we entered the Great Hall together. There were indeed more people then normal. Most milled around the Goblet of Fire. We watched the pathetic attempts of two students younger then allowed to get their names into the goblet. They walked up and it nearly worked, but soon they were shot 10 feet away and beards sprouted. The hall burst into laughter. Even the two boys chimed in. The headmaster appeared and advised the boys to go to the hospital wing, though he didn't seem angry.
We walked over to our table and surveyed the decorations the Great Hall had taken overnight. It was Hollow's Eve so the hall had live bats and things in that manner. We listened to the Gryffindors (yes, they were being that loud) discuss who they thought had entered their name into the goblet. One of the Gryffindor chasers we had played against had. I listened as Seamus said
"Better you then pretty-boy Diggory."
I laughed as passing Hufflepuffs glared. Damon was listing in too by now. We watched Seamus and Dean, whom I was surprised was up this early, chatter away, though now we couldn't hear them. Dean noticed us watching and I was startled for a moment, but regained myself and smiled, both of us turning away.
End of Crystilin's POV
Dean's POV
I was talking to Seamus about the Triwizard Tournament again, when I noticed we were being watched. I glanced over at the Slytherin table and saw that Crystilin and her friend Damon were watching us. Seamus must have been loud enough for them to hear. I hadn't really talked with Crystilin since before the incident in the hospital wing, which she was still clueless about. She smiled though and they turned back to their breakfast, a Durmstrang boy sitting next to her. I felt a pang of jealousy even though she kind of stared and scooted away from the boy, whom one might have assumed, was jokingly, but I could tell she was seriously creeped out. I'd much rather be talking to her right now then listening to Seamus change the subject and talk about Lain... Thinking about what I just thought, I got embarrassed. I remember reading somewhere that Gemini's where easily embarrassed, so I was going to blame it on that.
I noticed Seamus watching me now and we returned to our conversation. We decided to go outside and stroll around. Seamus went over to Lain, the Ravenclaw girl that had caused a long discussion with Crystilin, whom Seamus obviously adored. He left me hanging. I decided to stroll around the lake. It was a nice enough day out. I sat down under one of the trees and looked around. Near Hagrid's hut I noticed Crystilin again. She was getting ready; it appeared, to start welding. Ever since the day I almost kissed her I couldn't seem to focus on anything else. She didn't seem interested in me though.... I watched as her friend Damon was pulled away by Malfoy. She seemed reluctant but she left, leaving 'Lin by herself slaving over the gold she was turning into liquid.
I watched her a bit longer and then decided to go over and actually talk to her; I was a Gryffindor after all, that meant bravery, but why would I need bravery? It's just Crystilin.
End of Dean's POV
Crystilin's POV
I had decided to go and welt this weekend again. Damon had come with me, but had been taken on a walk with Malfoy, seemingly not out of her own will. She gave me a pleading look before Malfoy dragged her off. I started on one of my jobs, getting that six-sense feeling like you were being watched, when Dean came up to me. We quickly engaged in a conversation about various things like quiddich and soccer. Dean explained to me who had won the most recent soccer game. We were just enjoying each other's company, when Lain came over Seamus behind her. Typical, basically, where there was Lain there was Seamus, though I think he wasn't just acting gaa gaa over her like he normally was, yet trying to talk to her. The smooth waters turned rocky, however when that Beauxbatons boy who had been fawning over Lain last night came over.
He went over to Lain completely ignoring Seamus and bent down and kissed her hand politely. Seamus fumed jealously as they talked in French to one an other. Dean, who seemed to sense a fight better then I could, dragged me away quickly.
"What if she needs our help? Two boys fawning over her at the same time... could be dangerous." I said.
"Exactly, and anyway, I don't see you going back to help." he replied.
"Mmm...Point earned," I replied dryly.
"Better if we're not caught in the battlefield. Hopefully Seamus can control that temper of his," he sighed. "So, have you started at all on that project for muggle art?"
"Don't remind me!" I whined
"We should both get started. Why don't we go on to the classroom to get canvas, unless you already have some?"
"Nope... I should be working on my snitches... but... I need to do this too... ok what the heck?" I responded.
We marched up the steps to the fifth floor. We entered the empty classroom that served as both the muggle art and music room. We knew it was allowed for students to come in and practice on what they needed and to do their homework inside the classroom. We grabbed canvases and decided to start on the project we had that was to make something in any medium of something that makes us happy.
"Isn't this a rather crappy topic?" I asked him.
"Well, not really. I can think of a few things that make me happy that would be expressed easily." he replied starting a light pencil sketch. Not looking away.
"Really? It's not an easy thing for me to express," I said sheepishly.
I watched him, as he seemed to be in his own little world, unaware of anything, like a different person. It was quite mesmerizing.
"You know me 'Lin, I don't like people to see my work until it's finished." He turned his canvas around to where I could see only some of his eyes and the back of the canvas. I was still having a hard time thinking about what to make. It was a good thing that we had a very long time to make this. Our teacher believed that it would pressure us too much and the picture wouldn't turn out right. Thank goodness for that. I finally gave up and decided to work on my muggle music.
"Is it okay if I work on my flute? It won't bother you will it?" I asked.
"No, it's quite alright," he responded.
I took out my flute and began to play a song I had made myself. It would be a sad song if there were words were with it, slow and long. It was one of those songs that had no real beginning and no real end. I stared out the sunny window the whole time stopping only every once and a while, to let my arms rest, throughout the whole time though I could feel my six sense telling me that Dean was looking up at me every few moments. I didn't pay too much attention to it though. I was too busy playing the song that was kind of like my life in a nutshell.
End of Crystilin's POV
A/N: I hope it's getting more fun to read! I like this chapter. It's got a lot of the "brain parts" where we get to see inside the character. The next chapter will be a chapter written by aznstargirl, or fact ut vivas. It's going to be an other Damon POV. Review please!
-That author