Distracted thoughts.

[Matilda Wentworth]

Merlin, Matty was in a pickle right now. Not only had she been pushing down her thoughts about Devon for the last month, trying to figure out how she felt about Leto. Her nights had become long, her days had become hard and worst of her, her feelings had become so much stronger for each boy, the girl didn't know how to understand it all. Sure, Leto was around allot often, and that kiss, heck, couple of kisses they had shared had improved the way Matty looked at the boy. But then in addition, Devon's absence had really gotten to the Hufflepuff, making her will to want to see him and be with him even stronger. One of these days, there would be a crunch time. For now, the girl was just a confused teenager. Lately, Matty had changed her moods allot. From dark, to sad, to happy, to fake and to care-free. Today, she was none of these. Confused, mostly, was what the girl felt, building up inside her head where the love bug had made everything disappear.

Cramped up in a quiet, lone conner of the Library, the Fourth Year sat. Still dressed in her slip-on black school shoes, skin-colour stockings, gray school skirt, her school top along with matching black and yellow tie pulled loose, with a thin, V-neck gray sweater over top. To top it all off, there was a black scarf wrapped around the girl's neck. After all, the 14-year-old wanted to stay warm. Her back pushed against the wall, Matty rested her legs out in front of herself, a book case lining up about a meter in front of her feet. Sure, it was a cramped part of the Library, and sure, no one else was very likely to come around here unless they knew where it was, but there she was. For now, the girl just sat there, her brown/gold hair falling out neatly onto her shoulders as the evening drifted on. Confused and distressed on what to do about her life. If only there was a simpler answer. Glancing back down to the navy-covered book in her hand, the girl sighed slightly.

[Devon]

[devon]

Devon had seen Matty enter the library, but made of point of not attracting her attention. He stayed low, hidden behind a mound of books until her back had been to him. He slowly followed along behind her until she's turned and he lost her. Devon hadn't given up, however. He searched around the library, staying close to the shelves in case he needed to hide again until he saw her. Wrapped up in a corner, decked out in a scarf, Devon saw Matty. She looked beautiful, as always, but for some reason Devon didn't have the nerve to talk to her. The Gryffindor had never had any problem talking to his Hufflepuff friend but lately she'd become more than a friend. It was his fault that things were weird with them now; he'd kissed her. Now he didn't know what they were going to do.

Mustering up the courage, Devon stepped out from behind the shelf and made himself known to Matty. His eyes were fixed on the floor as he spoke to her.
"Hey, Matty," Devon muttered quietly.

[Matilda Wentworth]

Ever get that feeling that someone is watching you? Yes, of course, everyone gets it now and then. At this time and stage, Matty didn't want the feeling, but she had it. Figures, allot like the other feelings she had in her life these days. After reaching her desired point, the girl had pretty much lost that feeling, becoming safe and comforted by her own world again. The words on her page seemed to just sit there, not bringing any sign of interest or encouragement to the Essay work she was suppose to be researching on. Heck, books weren't going to help with all these distractions buzzing around inside her head.

Thats when she heard it. A voice she had yearned for. A voice she had wanted to hear for so long. Was she imagining it? Could she really have pushed herself to the limit, to start to heard things? Merlin, no, Devon was really there. Swallowing quickly, the Hufflepuff felt herself brighten a bit. "Devon," the girl said, closing up her book and pulling the scarf off her neck, due to the heat Devon was making her feel all of a sudden. Merlin, she was such a loser.

"Hey." the girl then said, placing the scarf over her book as she stood up in front of Devon. The 14-year-old didn't know whether to simply stand there or hug the boy. She was really glad to see him, even if she couldn't show it. Her green eyes glancing up from the ground, the Fourth year fought her fear as the took and step forward and wrapped her arms above Devon's neck, hugging him quickly before letting go and blushing. Why was she acting this was? Was it because of that kiss... it must have been. Damn emotions. "How've you been?" she said, managing to give him a smile as the girl returned back down to her seat, patting the spot beside her for Devon to take a seat also, if he wanted.