tired (darren/stephen)

[flint]

Stephen sat down, his knees bunching up at the house-elf sized accomodations. He said his thanks to the elves with a smile, which made the four of them beam like crazy before bowing and scampering away. He held the cup in both hands, allowing the hot liquid inside to warm them. He kept quiet, figuring that there was not much need for conversation. Stephen took a cautious sip of tea, as not to burn his tongue, watching Jezebel carefully. She looked almost faint.

[orphan]

Jezebel could feel Stephen watching her, as she tried her best to avoid his gaze. Her hair, now a quite full, volumized black, was turning red at the tips. Her eyes were clouding over in her annoyance, and she managed a small sip of tea before turning towards Stephen. "Yes, I know I'm acting like I'm twelve," she snapped, immediately regretting her little outburst. Her hair fell and her eyes turned a bright blue. "I'm sorry," she muttered, her eyes traveling to her tea. Jezebel hated her temperament. She comically thought of herself as a mood ring, wearing all of her emotions just below the surface.

[flint]

Stephen flinched, he had not been expecting her outburst. He genuinely hoped that he had not been seeming paranoid, he was just merely concerned. Perhaps this was why he didn't have any friends to speak of, he never seemed to get anything right socially, even if his grades were nearly flawless. He looked away from Jezebel, keeping a mental note to himself that she was obviously a very touchy sort of person. He would be more careful around her in the future. Stephen nodded, not sure what to say. He masked the quiet by taking a long sip of his tea.