The day had begun as normal as any. She let her hair out of it’s sleeping bun and jumped out of bed. Yes, jumped, in the morning Azshara was very energetic. It was like she lived for those moments where the sun was just rising over the horizon, cloaking the sky and ground in amazing colours.
She dressed, school robes of course, and pulling her long black hair -after it’d been brushed of course- into a high pony-tail. She smiled at her reflection before grabbing her bag for classes today. Departing with her dorm mates down the stairs, and into the hall she ventured on her own to the first class of the day: Herbology.
One of her favourite classes, she enjoyed making things grow, seeing things grow as well. Nothing of note happened, she cared for the plant as the professor had instructed and onto class two. The day faded into a certain monotony that was inherently boring, though not exhausting. By lunchtime, she found herself brimming with energy and nowhere to spend it.
In the great hall she grabbed an apple and walked quickly outside. Into the courtyard and a root of a tree tripped her step, the apple fell out of her hand and rolled across the ground, resting by someone’s feet. “Sorry, I’m rather clumsy.” Somewhat of a lie, she went towards the person to retrieve her apple.
Grayson had just returned to the courtyard from Hagrid’s. He didn’t know exactly why he kept agreeing to meet the half-giant for the occasional lunch time visit, but he did, and every time he came back even hungrier than when he’d headed out. He’d take himself a small sandwich if it wouldn’t hurt Hagrid’s feelings, but he really ought not take that chance. In all honesty, the old chap probably just longed for company, and the hopeful look in his eye when he invited Grayson was enough to get him to agree. So there was his reason.
His stomach was groaning in protest, making his face show his predicament with a downturn of his lips and a scrunch of his nose. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, twisting it between his hands for something to do and think of other than the beginning symptoms of starvation he was undoubtedly beginning to experience. He was going to die before the day was up, he just knew it.
The universe was against this, however, because about a minute after he’d collapsed by a tree, and in the midst of thinking about the scrumptious breakfast he’d had this morning, his saving grace came to him in the form of an apple. He’d closed his eyes and let his head slump against the rough bark of the tree when it hit his foot, and, upon seeing it, he perked back up to fetch it off of the ground. The voice that accompanied it made him frown. Perhaps the universe hadn’t decided to save him today. Damn.
“Now, sweetums, you really didn’t have to bring me lunch, but I appreciate the offer,” he winked, tossing the apple into the air and catching it with a flourish. He lifted it up, offering it to Shara with a smile. Maybe he wasn’t as hungry as he thought he was, if it meant depriving a pretty little thing as she was of nourishment. “By all means, enjoy!”
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