foolishness (fina)

[wheatley]

Wheatley stood near the Whomping Willow, eyes narrowed. This was how he approached every problem, every obstacle. Truthfully, he knew he was being rather foolish. Of course, all genius was the product of madness, and this could, by far, be the maddest, most genius thing he'd ever considered doing. After all that had happened, what with the castle being attacked and life seemingly stopping for the war, he needed some fun. There was only so much he could do to entertain himself anymore, and this was an escape from the harsh realities of the world.

Of course, there was always Fina... that girl, it lit his heart aflame just thinking of her. They'd been partners in crime, and lovers, but it hadn't been official, as of yet. Neither was a fan of labels. Still, Wheatley couldn't help but smirk when thinking of her... she was flawless, she really was, and it made him happy just to know that she was his at the moment. Shaking his head of those thoughts, he focused on the task at hand. It was probably going to land him in the hospital wing, but it would be worth it if he managed to succeed.

Wheatley had been studying the tree for some time. He knew of a knot at the base of the tree that, if hit, would freeze the tree completely for an indefinite amount of time. He'd always been dying to try it, and today was the day. Of course, magic proved too simple. He wanted to dodge the tree, hitting the knot with his hand. Something seemed satisfying about hitting the wood with his bare skin, feeling the tree shudder as it froze in mid-swing...

Watching for an opening, Wheatley started forward. Before he took two steps, the tree swung. He ducked from the branch, laughing at the Willow's attempt... only to turn to see a different branch swinging towards his face. He attempted to dodge it, only to be nailed in the stomach and knocked backward, out of range. He laid there, fishing for breath, but his eyes were lit up with excitement. This was foolishness, but it was entertaining, to say the very least.

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[serafina]

Fina looked at herself in the mirror that hung over her trunk. Her face was distorted, the glass cracked and broken from her fit of anger, her fist still aching at the memory of glass shards in her knuckles. Magic could take that physical pain away in an instant, it had taken no time at all for the nurse to heal her up and bring in the next victim of the battle at Hogwarts. Yet, there was that knot that had taken permanent residence deep in the pit of her stomach, weighing her down with the knowledge of what was truly happening in the world. Magic couldn’t fix the pain of losing innocence and ignorance.

But she was Fina. She held her chin up parallel to the floor, giving her cracked reflection that famous Fina look. She could handle the world. It was the world that would have to keep up with her. At least, that’s what she told herself. But today was no day for such deep thoughts. Today was an archery day, although it wouldn’t be the same without Cossette there, gossiping about boys, mocking her perfectionist complex. Losing small gifts such of this were what made the world so ugly. Who was she going to gossip with about Wheatley?

Wheatley. She’d already found the boy interesting, interesting in that she might hold a conversation with him that actually interested her. It was an odd concept for her, she could hardly believe it. Still, she hadn’t seen him since the battle, busy in her dorm, burying herself in her own studies, shutting out the world. But one thing had remained on replay in her mind. That kiss. Something she’d promised herself there would have to be a second one. Maybe a third. Maybe a fourth, until he was done kissing her. Her peach lips pulled into an amused smirk. He would be the first boy to stop kissing her. He was special.

She slung her quiver over her back, bow shortly after before beginning down the stairs, skipping two at a time, as was Fina’s tradition. Already she could feel the breeze of spring air, the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the distinct scent of the blake lake tickled her nose as it passed by on the wind. She looked around, beginning her way to the forbidden forest before her eye caught an all too familiar figure, standing and staring at the Whomping Willow.

”This is going to be good,” she breathed, making her way towards him, footsteps silent as she watched. And then, before she could reach out, he flew away, towards the tree and all she could do was grin. Sucking in a breath as he dodged the first attack, she couldn’t hold back the loud, ringing laugh as she watched the other branch nail him. Down he went, skidding across the grass, a wide grin on her face, feeling foreign and unused.

”Well aren’t you a smart one?” She teased, kneeling over him, face hovering over his, taking in the way his eyes lit up. ”I give the landing a six. I feel a face plant would have made it much more satisfactory,” she tapped a finger to his forehead, incapable of wiping that stupid smile off of her face.