InsaneJournal

who; Phoenix Malfoy & Dominique Weasley
when; December 7th, after classes (backdated)
where; Corridor
what; She left her scarf, the silly thing.
rating; TBA
status; In progress

The days have dragged on with excruciating slowness as the impending winter drew closer, the year coming to another close. At least that was how it all seemed to one Phoenix Malfoy. The weather has declined in the Hogwarts most significantly of late, the dark clouds looming over the gray skies now a constant even in the mornings, but nothing compared to the general mood of every other character in the castle. On top of this, it was perhaps the worst day for Potions. The cold air that circulated the castle seemed to intensify in the dungeons. Feeling the dryness in his throat, Phoenix's cold hand istinctively raised to cover his mouth as a cough rose to his lips. Shuddering, he drew his robes tighter around his slender form, and tightened the green and silver scarf around his neck. Unconsciously, he found himself moving closer to person beside him, seeking what warmth she could perhaps afford him with her nearness. He was mostly impartial to physical contact, though there was something about the girl beside him that made him not mind such a thing at all, and kept him at ease.

Raising his head, he chanced a look at her, before his eyes returned to the lecture he was jotting down on his parchments. It had been a surprise even to himself that he found himself taking the lone available seat beside her in the room, when he had arrived later that morning than he ususally did. Usually, he took the chair at the far corner, but it appeared occupied once he had arrived much to his annoyance. His movements were calculated when he took the seat beside her, almost as if he was unsure if she would approve of this new seating arrangement. It had only occured to him then that the two of them had been sharing a few classes for a while, but t was only after their day together that he had taken a real look at her. Now, he couldn't seem to stop being conscious of her presence, that concentrating seemed harder to do, much to his surprise. He candidly wondered distantly if she minded the fact that they were part of feuding families, but didn't quite understand why his mind led him to that train of thought.

Classes ended without him even noticing much of what had happened in class. Odd. Packing his things slowly, he was aware of her moving in his periphery but otherwise didn't talk to her. It was when he had seen her moving that he found himself looking up, then very suddenly noticed she had left her scarf on her seat. He didn't spare a moment for pondering. Grabing his bag in one had, he took hold on her scarf in his free hand and followed after her. The students that had filed out of the room lingered on the hall outside, but it was strangey too easy for him to spot her in the crowd. Moving quickly, and gracefully through the clusters of students he was able to catch up with her. "Dominique." he said faintly, once he was right behind her, hoping she heard him and would turn around.