Sweet Whispers

Sarreaha:

Sarreaha did not usually find herself outside after dark. It wasn't due to any fear or anything of that sort. She wasn't really sure why. Sarreaha had never really thought about it before. The night air was warm and clear. It was over all a nice night. The stars were visible from almost any perspective.

As Sarreaha wandered the grounds, her hands in her hip hugging faded blue jeans' pockets, she let her mind drift. At one point she stopped and turned her face towards the sky looking at the sky.

Her summer had been boring to appoint. The only thing of interest that had happened was her father's marriage to Olivia. She scrunched her nose at the memory. Her Step-mother had not grown on her any more than when she first met the woman. However, now the woman had more authority over her. Mostly in the fact of her clothing style. Olivia had not liked Sarreaha's well-worned and patched up pieces of clothing. Not that Sarreaha had allowed her to throw anything away, but as result she now had some "high fashion" items of clothing in her closet. She hadn't worn them yet.

Her hair was also slightly different, but only in length. When before the strands had reached down to the middle of her back but they reached only an inch past her shoulder now. The strands were also layered much to Sarreaha's annoyance. She was no longer able to tie her hair completely back. Now the forward strands always fell free. However, the change was no unappealing on her.

Thinking back over the summer, Sarreaha was still contemplating whether life with Olivia was something she couldn't handle. She had spoken with her mother. She could go and live with her and still attend Hogwarts. However, she loved her dad too much to just move with her mother.

Sarreaha shook her head away from these thoughts and turned her face away from the sky. She would not think of it anymore tonight. She was back at Hogwarts and it really had no say in the here and now. She would admit it that she was happy to be back at Hogwarts. She had not seen anyone she knew during the summer. It had been a tad depressing.

As her mind turned over the people she knew in school, her mind couldn't help but turn to Devon. She had watched him a little bit during the feast and she felt confused as to why he was always off by himself ... why when he always seemed better when there were few people around. She would never ask but she could help but be curious.

Halting next to a tree, Sarreaha leaned her back against, the bark scratching her bare arms slightly as she wore only a blue tang top. With the night being warm she had not seen a point to grabbing a sweatshirt.

Sarreaha turned her gaze back towards the sky to observe the stars. She always liked looking at the stars ... they calmed her ... soothed her even.

Devon:

There really weren't any surprise that he was out walking at night, what else did one expect for a night walker like himself? It wasn't really that he couldn't sleep or that he had images flash under his eyelids, which he did, but he just couldn't find a way to sleep. Therefore, Devon had decided to take a walk, spite the hour of the day... or night rather.

Devon took in the warm and clear night air, breathed it all into his lungs and slowly let it out. His dark green shoes almost blended in with the grass, as well as his black pants. His bare hands fell loosely to his sides, he was only wearing a faded grey and brown t-shirt. Usually he'd wear a sweater or something too, as he avoided all contact if possible, but now, at night, he didn't really expect to meet anyone.

A calmness had entered him as he'd begun walking. There weren't any people here, no disturbing images every time he closed his eyes. It annoyed Devon a lot that he hadn't gained control over his own visions. It was like a button stationed on "ON" and he just couldn't find the stop button. What annoyed him ever more was the fact that he hadn't told a single soul about what he saw, dreamed and imagined.

However, at times like these, all his troubles were washed away. It was night. A starry night. And he was alone, really alone. Nothing disturbing.

Still, with his dying wish to be alone, Devon couldn't lie to his own heart. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he knew he was lonely. He did actually use some effort to stay alone, it weren't anything that came all that natural to him. After all, he'd grown up in a home with two other siblings and a rather huge family.

Devon found himself walking towards a large tree, however, before he got the chance to walk all the way over and seat himself by it, he saw that the seat was already taken. And it didn't take him longer than a second to realize who it was.

Sarreaha.

He hadn't seen her all summer, and they'd barely seen each other at the feast. Devon couldn't help but to feel a small spark lit up inside him as he walked over and sat down next to her, sort of. His back was also leaning against the trunk of the tree, therefore, he weren't seated directly next to her, and he couldn't peer down at her face.

"Hi," he stated in a low voice as his face held close to nothing. His eyes however sparkled as he too gazed up at the stars.

Sarreaha:

Sarreaha tore her gaze away from the sky when she heard the soft crunching of feet over the grass. Her gaze rested on the form of a boy; Devon, her mind supplied. A light smile touched her lips. She watched as he took a seat at the base of the tree. Sarreaha was still standing; she had not taken a seat yet.

However, after a few moments she took a seat at the base of the tree as well. She had just seated herself when she heard his greeting. "Hey," she stated in response looking at him before she turned her gaze to the sky again.

Now that he was hear her mind was turning her thoughts towards him again. He was a mystery in itself. He was often alone, quiet when with people, and yet she occasionally saw another side of him. Was she the only one that ever saw that part of him? And what was between them any way? Were they just friends? Kind of a couple? What?

Sarreaha didn't know. Her last relationship had been an odd one ... what with the guy still loving his last Girlfriend and all and then his returning to her ... but then Sarreaha had only been thirteen when it happened ... it had been her first ... her only one. She really had no knowledge in this area.

Staring at the stars, Sarreaha tried to make some sort of sense of the world she lived in. Whenever she thought things were settling down she found herself sent through a loop. It was an odd sensation ... the world was ever changing. Sometimes she wished time would just stop so things would remain the same for a while.

After a while, Sarreaha decided to ask Devon. She did not think he knew where they were at anymore than she did ... perhaps it would be better just to ask and find out? She hoped so.

"Devon," she stated slowly. "What is going on between us?" she then asked, turning her face to look at him. She wasn't sure she had word it well but it seemed the kind of question that one would need to elaborate on anyway.

Devon:

Devon kept staring at the stars. His dark olive eyes was even harder to make out the colour of when being so dark. They didn't look brown or green now, they were simply dark. Devon tore his gaze away from the stars and let his shoulders drop a little, along with his back sliding slightly against the trunk of the tree. He was slightly light-headed and relaxed. He always seemed to be able to relax around Sarreaha.

With his hands laying peacefully on his stomach, Devon slumbered with his eyes, enjoying the relaxed feeling. With only one person present, visions weren't any problem, after all, that was what the ear ring was for. Why else would he have bothered to pierce himself... which had been rather painful actually. Devon opened his eyes again, staring at the stars again. He liked to dream away, to pretend that he was normal and that he didn't see the future. That he could bare the feeling of contact with others. That he could smile without needed to concern about tragic moments in a persons life.

Devon. Devon blinked at the sound of his name from her lips. However, as he usual did, he continued to stare ahead, however, she'd caught his attention, and one could tell. What is going on between us?

A small silence filled the space between them, and for a moment, only the sound of the wind could be heard. Devon kept his face and eyes to himself as eh contemplated what to say as he knew he had to say something. But honestly, he didn't know. There was a difference in what he wished it to be, and what it actually were. He had changed now, he was aware of what he was... and he didn't want to hurt Sarreaha.

Letting a sigh escape his lips, Devon pushed himself up and turning his head to look down at Sarreaha. Why did she have to have this affect on him, he felt as if he could master anything, even his visions. However, that was one illusion he was about to look past.

"I don't know Sarreaha," Devon said. "There is a difference in what I want it to be, and what is possible for me," Devon mumbled, knowing he probably didn't make any sense. Perhaps she hadn't heard him due his mumbling.

Devon wanted to reach out and touch her cheek as he kept being hypnotized by her eyes, but he was afraid that perhaps the stud wouldn't hold back. "What do you feel is going on between us?" he added in a whispered, barely registering that he'd let those words go.