Project Failure.

[Tristan Howard]

April 16, 2009
1:10 P.M.

So the project was a fail and it could not be completed and it never will. So, Tristan had to leave as what he was at right now. "Heh," he grunted and he threw a rock. He had cleaned a area and sat on the stone, with his leg off the stone and on the outside, while his other leg was sitting up. He had his arm resting on the leg too. He started getting mad about it. His hair had turned back to blonde, instead of white like it was trying to. However, it was just the project messing up, so he will stay blonde.

He could hear footsteps arrive. "Ahh the party continues," he muttered.

[[OPEN]]

[Sophia Crawford]

Sophia just finished a hearty lunch when she decided that it was time to Owl the folks back home. Truth being, Sophia missed her parents something terrible. Her parents never left her anywhere before in her life for this long and she wanted to call them so badly, but knew that the electricity here was nonexistent. It made her a little frustrated but all the magic in the castle kept her overly satisfied. She walked up the stairs of the Owlry and sighed, wondering when she could buy an owl of her own. Sure they were dead useful, but she'd have to clean the cage, and feed it, and love it. A lot. She'd never even had a boyfriend before. Loving an owl and loving a boy were certainly two different things, though...

Sophia found her head spinning, wondering why her mind was so strange, leaping from topic to topic by a thin connecting thread. She shook all the thoughts from her mind and set her sight ahead of her, into the room where all of the owls were happily hooting and rustling their feathers. There she saw Tristan Howard, a Gryffindor and a Prefect. She often wondered what he was like after her talk with Anna, wondering if he was still reciting that book of his.

"Ahh the party continues."

"What's wrong, Tristan? You look so glum." She always could read people's feelings and emotions better than those around her, something others found to be either annoying or comforting.

[Tristan Howard]

He looked over to see who it was. It was Sophia. The one he left in charge for the party about a month or two ago. "Ahh Sophia. How are you doing?" he said not looking at her. He kept thinking and kept getting so weak, he just couldn't bear it that much anymore. "I look glum?" he said snickering weak. "No, I'm just tired," he lied. He looked around his surroundings. He noticed only two more months and he was going to leave Hogwarts.

"Maybe, I'm just worried about leaving Hogwarts," he said shrugging.

[Sophia Crawford]

Sophia noticed that Tristan didn't even bother with eye contact, a definite indicator of something being wrong. He said he was tired, which was completely understandable and not suspicious at all. It was the last term of the year and people were either overworking or just getting lazy. Despite which one it was for Tristan, she didn't want to pry. Not yet.

"Maybe, I'm just worried about leaving Hogwarts."

"You shouldn't be worried. I mean, you do know what you want after you've graduated, right?" Sophia herself didn't even know what options were available let alone what she wanted to do, but she had another whole year until she had to decide.