enchanted

[Adamina Flamel]

Ada heaved a little weary sigh as she crossed the threshold of the Great Hall, the enchantment above her indicating that it would be a dreary day, which did not much assist her drained mood. She had spent the majority of the night before patrolling the corridors, and much to dissatisfaction and confusion, she came into contact with at least eight students, four couples whom it seemed to her were attempting to escape their dormitories to sought out alone time with their beloved. Though Ada could not fault the teenagers for being in love (for hadn't she been one herself only a little over a year ago?), it was certainly strange coming across two couples in one round of patrol, and then another two couples upon her second patrol. To say the least, Ada received little sleep the previous evening, and had awoken only five hours after she had retired to bed only to realize that she would not be able to return back to sleep.

Therefore, Ada decided that she might as well not waste the day away, and decided to dress and make herself appear presentable. Who knows? Perhaps the man she was meant to belong with could be standing right next to her, and should he be, she would not wish to appear slovenly. It was a Saturday, which meant that she could forsake the somberness of her school robes in favor of something a little more lively - preferably, pink.

Now clad in a French gown design of pink and gold, Ada set herself down at the Hufflepuff table and proceeded pour herself a cup of tea, which much to her befuddling brain was giving off the scent of salty sea air, lavender, caramel, and a familiar aroma that rather reminded her of her elder sister. That should have been Ada's first hint that perhaps she should cast the tea aside, but it tasted delightful - like warm silk dissolving upon her tongue. It seemed impossible that she should ever desire to put the teacup down.

Upon reflex, Ada opened her eyes (when had she ever closed them) and lifted her head, her hazel-green eyes searching for something...anything. What was it that she was searching for? She wasn't certain, but all she was aware of was that she had to keep searching - it seemed to her rather like a life or death situation. If she could not find what she was searching for, life wasn't worth living.

Finally, after five minutes, her eyes - as if controlled by a magnetif force - connected with the most entrancing blue-green eyes she had ever seen, so much like that of the Meditteranean Sea that she couldn't look away. Those eyes seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the young man across the Great Hall to actually truly identify him.

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[Ignotus Peverell]

Iggy had been doing the same thing he always did at breakfast- he was telling jokes and being the same, general goofball he always was. Of course, things didn't have the same flair they once had. Eli had seemingly disappeared without any trace. Cash couldn't find him, neither could Miss Sinnett. It all seemed a bit weird. Iggy had tried to contact Eli; he had even used a contact of his oldest brothers' to try to see if he could find Eli. No one could find the blonde, lower class boy. This truly disheartened Iggy, and he hoped that Eli hadn't just abandoned all hope. Although he hated to admit it, Iggy noticed that things with Cash and Eli had been getting better... sort of. They weren't fighting, at least, which was good. Iggy missed Eli, but at least they had their friendship if they couldn't have anything else.

Now there wasn't even that. There was no more Eli for there to be a friendship with. One of Iggy's mates, when he had stopped goofing off and sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, had noticed and offered Iggy a cup of tea to try to cheer him up. They had been friends since they were tykes, so it seemed only natural that he would've noticed Iggy's less than full exuberance. They clinked their cups together and issued a round of cheers before tipping their heads back and consuming everything in their cups. The tea tasted like no tea Iggy had ever tasted before, but it felt like melting gold on his tonge. The aroma was something like apple pie mixed with the scent of his fireplace at home, which was interesting. No tea had ever smelled like his home before. He shrugged it off, poured himself another cup, took a large sip from his cup, looked up and found his eyes glued to deep, blue eyes that reminded him of what the ocean looked like when you were flying over it.

He managed to pull his glance away for a moment in order to identify the young woman whom the eyes belonged to. Miss Adamina Flamel, seventh year Hufflepuff and prefect. She had not been chosen as Head Girl that year, though Iggy knew that undoubtedly she would have been a better choice even though he didn't know Adamina that well. Miss Browne has blue eyes as well, but simply not as impressive as Miss Flamel's, and therefore she cannot be as good a head girl, his mind tried to reason. Iggy leaned against his fist and just stared at Miss Flamel and her captivating blue eyes, wondering if she noticed him, not comprehending that she was staring back at him as intently as he was staring at her, if not more so.