Moonlight (Any Prefect)

[calcetines]

Angel walked into the garden. It was well past dark, and very chilly. Her breath emerged from her slightly opened mouth like steam from a kettle. She had donned some old jeans, a thick sweater and her black uniform cloak, Prefect's badge pinned upon it where anybody could see, so she wouldn't get in trouble. Angel's vivid red hair was now very long, it tickled her mid thighs now.

She sat upon a bench in the garden, it was near a small pond. The pond must be new, for Angel had never seen it before. She gazed into its inky depths, the bright white of the waxing gibbous moon reflecting quite smoothly into it. The water was like glass. It would be full in a matter of days. Angel sighed, donning the hood of her cloak in the cold. She didn't notice approaching footsteps, her eyes were still glued onto the water.

[rebel]

Jasmine, prefect badge gleaming spotted her cousin. She grinned and trotted over. She saw Angel's fascination with the water and she too gazed at it. "It is rather beautiful, isn't it..."

[calcetines]

Angel jumped at the sentence, she had been far too absorbed in her thinking to notice that Jasmine had approached her. "Yes, it is." Angel said quickly, feeling a bit flustered. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself, not removing her eyes from the reflection of the close to full moon.

[rebel]

Jasmine smiled. "Are you okay? You seem tense?" she asked quietly, sitting down next to Angel.

[calcetines]

"Well, you know how I get... Around this time of the month." Angel said, tilting her head toward the reflection of the moon. "But I'm fine, I'll just be glad when the moon is waning again." She drew her cloak more tightly around her small frame, feeling very cold, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to go outdoors.

[rebel]

Jasmine nodded. "Good."

[calcetines]

Angel kneaded her forehead with her knuckles. Her nails glinted in the brighter than normal moonlight. She had gotten them done in a muggle salon, for she knew there was going to be a dance. Her nails were painted a simple peach color, and over the color were painted detailed cherry blossoms. It hadn't chipped yet. "I don't know if my potion will be finished in time. The full moon came earlier than I thought." Angel admitted.

[rebel]

Jasmine bit her lip. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to ask me Angie. Okay?" she replied, smiling into her reflection. She was absently staring at herself, she had seemed to have gotten more self centered lately.

[calcetines]

"It's not so much that I need help..." Angel said, still rubbing her knuckles against her forehead. "What I need is more time, and that's something I don't have." What if the potion wasn't ready? She couldn't be dangerous. That had happened once, she wasn't about to let it happen again. She supposed there was always the Shrieking Shack if the potion wasn't ready...

[rebel]

Jasmine looked herself up and down, thinking about how she was going to break the news to her cousin. She had decided to go blond, and she didn't want to come right out and say it. She reeled it around in her head a bit, then solved it. "Hey Angie. You know the little fiasco you had with your hair?" she started, twirling her red locks around her finger.

[calcetines]

Angel smiled mischievously. She remembered that well. Since she was underage and not at school, she had performed the magic illegally herself, but had not gotten caught because she lived in a magical home and there was no telling who actually performed the spell. "Yes," said Angel. "Why?"

[rebel]

Jasmine grinned back to her cousin. "'Cause I'm planning on doing the same, only going blond instead of red..." she replied, grinning even more broader. She was excited, and she wondered how her hair would react to being blond.

[calcetines]

"Really?" said Angel, smiling. "I think it would suit you. I suppose there has to be a blonde in every family." she added, smirking. Before she had changed her hair to red, it had been a pretty blonde, the only one to have that color hair in the whole family. She liked being unique, but enough was enough.

[rebel]

Jasmine nodded. "Thanks." she replied. She leaned over, breathing a quick sigh, before hugging her cousin. "Thanks." she repeated. She liked that word, and how effortlessly it rolled of her tounge. 'Thanks' was just one of those many words that she favored...

[calcetines]

"You must have been really anxious about it, Jazz." Angel said as she hugged back, nearly laughing. She released Jasmine and held her at an arm's length. "You know you can tell me anything, and besides, it's your head you're changing, even if I didn't like it, it's not like I could do anything!"