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B l a k e E t h e l w i n e

❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞

{ Out. Of. Chocolate. }

The boy was so preoccupied with Adele’s knee, he failed to see her cheeks burst up in flames once more. There was nothing he could do to the scratch and he frowned upon that. The wound wasn’t that bad. His head snapped to the direction of the door. The entrance was as empty as always. Perhaps he was just hearing things. Standing up, he checked his cloak for any fresh droppings that could have stuck on the cloth. Patting it slightly, he looked up to Adele his face calm and kind. ❝That’s comforting to hear.❞ ]He said forcing a small chuckle. The letter that was held beneath his arm fell to the floor as he stood up. It slid, reaching the edge of the stairs. ❝Oh man..❞ The letter was lifted from it’s post and into Blake’s hand. Everything looked like how he’d left it. Well, except for the fact that there was poop on where Blake’s and Alex’s name was written on. Looking at a blotch of white, he couldn’t help but have a small burst of chuckles before returning to his usual self. Perhaps their parents wouldn’t notice.

Careful not to touch the crap, Blake took a seat on the steps that Adele had tripped on earlier. ❝So what brings you here Adele?❞ He questioned her but there was hint of authorization. Adele wasn’t his possession. He glanced at the girl in front of her, to the letter and then to their surroundings, searching for his family’s owl. Perhaps he’s at the upper levels… Blake looked to above him, and surely enough his owl, Gram, landed on a ledge near the both of them. Walking over towards the barn owl, his footsteps were cloaked from the screeching of owls. His hand stroked the bird softly, the owl in return closing it’s eyes, appreciated of it’s affection. Looking back at Adele, the small thin line that was his lips curved upwards into a soft smile.

B l a k e E t h e l w i n e

❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞

{ Out. Of. Chocolate. }

Blake slipped the letter into Gram’s beak, careful not to give him the side full of feces. The owl rearranged the envelope several times, getting a good grip before flying off. For a moment, he did nothing but look at Adele. His head was tilted sideways, his blond locks falling to front of his face. His eyes narrowed, trying to get a clearer vision of her. When she winced in pain, Blake looked at the source. Surely there would be some bandages around here. Looking around, he spots a large owl and from the looks of it, had some band aids randomly laying near it’s post. An owl with band aids. Blake chuckled and walked over to pick one up, hoping the bird wouldn’t mind. It was slightly bigger than the rest and he didn’t want that chasing him in the tiny circular tower. The raid was a success and came back to Adele triumphantly.
Kneeling down, as a prince would do to a princess, he unpeels the band aid, carefully overlapping it with the wound. ❝Yeah. Although I don’t think they’ll be too happy to see the letter. Ah there,❞ Finishing the process, Blake adds a small amount of pressure to her knee so that it will stick on. ❝Better?❞ He whispered, soft turquoise eyes staring up at her.

B l a k e E t h e l w i n e

❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞

{ Out. Of. Chocolate. Stay tune for the next episode! xD }

Blake touched the cheek in which Adele’s lips had touched. It seemed there was a battle for whom had the most flustered cheeks. He wasn’t used to being kissed on the cheek by others besides his family. For Adele to have the suddenly come up and do such a… Blake tapped his finger to his chin, trying to come up with the right word to describe the current situation. Bold? No…well maybe. But what was there to be bold about? It was just a way of saying thanks. Yea, just a way to say thanks. Blake concluded to the idea and it filled his head until the color on his cheeks returned to normal. It repeated in his head until he realized he has yet to say something. ❝Your welcome,❞ He frantically tried to find a different topic to pursuit. ❝So where are you headed next? Perhaps I can accompany you?❞

B l a k e E t h e l w i n e

❝ So you think you can love me and leave me to die? ❞

{ Out. Of. Chocolate. To the library! }

Standing up from his princely position, he walked over to the entrance of the Owlery. ❝To the library it is!❞ Blake bent his left elbow, offering his arm to Adele. It seemed that their business in the owlery was just about finished and needn't linger here any longer. He offered his arm for the fact that Adele might be feeling some pain on her knee. She may look alright now, but there have been circumstances where the pain comes when you least expect it. Assuming that you left uninjured. Blake didn't want her falling down the steps of the Owlery again. Then that would be entirely his fault and not hers. How he percieved to that conclusion was only known in the deepest roots of Blake's brain. He tended to be worrisome and protective of those he's befriended. In a non-clingy and creepy way. ❝Oh and is it alright if you be the Ravenclaw in which I interview for History of Magic?❞ A plea for hope surfaced on his face, the bare light shining down on him. He would be delighted to have the chance to interview her. It was like a shortcut on getting to know her better.

Tamara "Goldilocks" Radcliffe

Tamara walked into the Owlery, her eyes still puffy and red from crying. The sun was starting to set in the horizon and it shone on her face. She flinched out of the light, instead staying in the shadow as she moved towards the railing. Looking out, a thought flashing to her head, but she quickly squashed it. Killing herself now would mean the voice in her head was right. She wouldn't let it win... no she wouldn't. Stepping to the ledge, she exhaled a deep breath as the cool air filled her lungs. It helped to clear her head, but that voice still lingered at the back of her mind. Jump. Save your parents the pity. Let Will have the spotlight. Your parents love him more. The voice said. Tamara turned, as if that would address the voice better. "Stop it!" she screamed. 'I'm not worthless! My parents love me!" She felt new tears welling in her eyes but restrained them. She wouldn't let the voice win this time. A loud squawk sounded and the large owl, Baron, landed in front of Tamara and rubbed his head against her. "See that? Even the owl loves me."

Stella made her way up to the owlery, quickly finding her Great Horned Owl, Fiordiligi. She wasn't difficult to find; Ligi was right by the window, sunning herself. "Come here, girl," Stella called to her. Ligi flew toward her owner immediately, but she didn't seem to be happy about leaving her prize position - especially once a barn owl snatched it as soon as Ligi flew off it. "Silly," Stella said to her, snorting. "You'll get way more sun flying around! Now here. Take this to Dora." Stella tied the letter that she had written to her sister:



The owl flapped her wings and went soaring off into the midday sun, heading southeast toward Venice. Stella smiled and looked out the window as Ligi slowly became smaller and then disappeared. The owlery was a nice quiet place to be alone, and think.

Why am I getting these feelings for Aster? I barely know her, Stella thought to herself. She considered her previous crushes. Stella admittedly didn't know a whole lot about Justin either when she first realized she was falling for her former Quidditch captain, but at least she wasn't completely ignorant of him. She knew he was a Metamorphmagus, and thought he was attractive in all his forms. She also was impressed by his skills as a Seeker. And they had spoken, at least. Part of it was just the allure of dating a boy so much older, something Stella knew would never happen, but which was fun to think about... Then there was her crush on the owner of the Magic Neep, a grocery store her mother shopped at in Hogsmeade, and where she used to take Stella and Dora when they had days off of school. She remembered how incredibly boring shopping for veggies had been until the twins discovered the owner and his "cute Scottish accent," which their Edinburgher father had supposedly shed after just a few years in London. But that wasn't a "serious" crush, either.

But Aster was a different story. She knew next to nothing about her, and yet she couldn't keep her eyes off her or stop thinking about the mysterious Ravenclaw. It reminded Stella of the crush she had had on her friend Ted in her last year of Muggle primary school. He was in her mind all the time and she was constantly chatting to her other friends and her family about him. Everybody figured it out before she did, including Ted, who suddenly stopped talking to Stella when he heard the rumor that she liked him "that way." She remember how hard she had cried at home about it, and how many times her parents had to reassure her that she shouldn't worry, she'd be off to Hogwarts in a few months and would never see him again. And how that had never reassured her.

These feelings were like that. But how could she have such strong feelings for someone she barely knew? Ted, she talked to every day. Aster, she had never spoken to even once. And she's a girl, too, Stella thought. What does this mean? I like boys, too. This is so strange. Stella had learned about boys who liked boys and girls who liked girls; there were people in her house like that, like Dante, who was dating Xenos from Ravenclaw. But she didn't know how anyone who liked both. How could this be?

It was incredibly confusing, and even the sweet, cool breezes coming from the window didn't do anything to help her or calm her down. She wondered if she could talk to someone about this. But who?

Indala lead Will through the hallways and up the staircases toward the Owlery in an awkward silence.
It seemed like ages had passed when they finally reached the landing.
Holding Will's hand tightly, they entered the room. Immediately the familiar smell hit Indala.
Hopeful, she looked around and spotted Tammy near one of the arches that let the owls fly freely to and fro.
Her face lit up as excitement filled her.
"Tammy!" she called and rushed over, pulling Will along with her.