Another Day, Another Chance. (Lilianna/Open.)

[mitchel]

The beginning of a fine day, as many would say; the sunrays shining brightly through the gigantic windows surrounding the chamber, it’s ceiling decorated with a bright blue sky, hardly any cloud to spot. Through the half-opened windows, one would be able to hear the birds chirping in the just waking nature, giving the whole setting a friendly, welcoming atmosphere. The long tables were only partly filled, by the famous group of early-birds that always kept the waking paintings and rats company when others still tossed and twisted underneath the warmth of their covers. One particular boy, was part of that group, always forced to jump up as soon as his eyelids opened. Well, forced? Yes, perhaps in a way. It was a manner of avoiding the daily difficulties with his roommates. Rumors had spread through the school, nasty stories, and his so-called friends obviously thought they were true. Well, he did show the symptoms, as some claimed.

With long, quick steps, the young wizard made his way through the Grand Staircase, and to the Entrance Hall. Almost nervously, he swallowed and tugged his hands deeper inside his pockets, keeping his head down at all times. The stares he received from people were slowly beginning to drive him crazy, the disgusted glares of the males, and the giggles of the ladies. The rumors weren’t true, were they? No! There had never have been any proof of him being...

Mitchel couldn’t even finish that sentence properly. He was too afraid to. Of course, he didn’t see it was a bad thing if it were true, but the reactions from his fellow students were what he feared. His reputation possibly couldn’t get any lower. A stupid little half-blood, sorted in the Hufflepuff house, sucking at Quidditch, and with self-esteem lower than those of the new First Years. A loser, that was what they called him. It couldn’t get much worse, but the day only just started, and not as greatly as everyone else’s. The little boy had been forced to once again get in contact with the sharp razor-blades and get rid of the little fluffy hair that would otherwise cover his fairly shaped face. And guess what? He had succeeded, but had paid his price for it. A two centimeter cut was now showing on his pale skin, and a smaller one on his chin, much to his embarrassment. Yes, he was such a loser, wasn’t he?

With a deep sigh, little Mitchy entered the Great Hall and took a seat at the nearest table, in the corner, away from the rest. Shaking his head slowly to himself, he mindlessly began piling up his plate with whatever food he could reach, which ended as the famous English Breakfast. Perhaps that would cheer him up a little, if not make him feel worse. It was a fairly large meal, not exactly great. Oh, well. Shaking the thoughts off quickly, Mitchel brushed a hand through his golden locks, and then used it to cover the cut on his cheek, resting his head in it. Maybe in a beautiful world...

[lilianna]

Lilianna would walk down to the Great hall in a light blue tank top and shorts she had a parchment in hand and a quil going to write a letter to her grandparents as soon as she got to a table she usually sat alone she also had her photo album in her arms she couldn't wait to talk to her grandparents and learn more about them, she would look around and see someone she didn't know seeing Mitchel and that he was a prefect she would walk over and sit at the table near him and start writing, she didn't talk much to people. "Hello." She said as she would look up at him he seemed troubled about something.

[mitchel]

The boy’s emerald eyes immediately flashed back up as he noticed an unfamiliar presence. He looked at the girl for a moment, but then frowned, his brow furrowed in the frustration that was still building. What the hell did this chick want now? Was this another test, another girl that would walk over and talk to him, only to check if he indeed was what everyone thought he was? If that was the truth, then it was really starting to get on his nerves. Mitchel sighed deeply, and bit his full lip to try and control his anger. There were only rare times that he ever lost his temper, and in their current surrounding, the enlarging crowd, the last thing he wished to do was make even a bigger fool of himself.

The witch simply greeted him, her voice light and kind, but Mitchel was too late to pay attention to that detail. Quickly, he slid his hand from his injured cheek and placed it on the table with a low thud. He felt his skin tingle at the impact, and normally this would have caused him pain, unlike it would have with most people, but for once he did not care. His mind was elsewhere.

“What?” His voice was louder than usual, not the shy mess of mumbles, but clearly showing his frustration. “It ain’t true, alright? Just leave me alone for a minute, gosh...” He said, his posh British accent for once not mixing with his words. Shaking his head, Mitchel resumed to stare down at his still untouched breakfast, slightly embarresed by his minor outburst. Well, for him, it was some kind of outburst. This was getting over the top, driving him insaner than he already was.

[lilianna]

She looked at him surprised at his reaction she was just trying to be nice. "Oh gosh i'm sorry if I bothered you I didn't mean too I don't know what your talking about I shouldn't of botherd you." she said gathering her things and moving down a few seats away to give him some privacy she would open her photo album and look at some pictures to calm herself down from his reaction she didn't want points taken away from her house for making a prefect angrier then he already was she would mind her own business now as a tear came down her cheek but she quickly wiped it she would finish the letter to her grandparents but not mention this and put it away for now she would send it later, she really didn't know what he was talking about.

[mitchel]

“I-I...”

All the little Mitchel could do was stutter as the girl look up at him with a confused, not to say slightly hurt expression on her good-looking face. It didn’t match her dark curls, nor her healthy tan. The wizard swallowed, and quickly shook his head. His cheeks immediately flushed with a light shade of pink, caused by both embarrassment and guilt. Fuck, that really wasn’t what he had meant. She wasn’t one of those preps, he should have known. And shit, was that a tear that rolled down her cheek?

“I’m sorry...” Mitchel said, his voice back to it’s normal self, if not a little shakier. “I-I didn’t mean to yell at you. There’s no need to apologize, it’s my fault. I’m just a little frustrated, that’s all.” That was all he could tell her, the best detailed explanation, although even he could hear that it sounded like a lame excuse. Breathing deeply, he glanced back down at his plate. “I’m so sorry...”

[lilianna]

"It's ok I just didn't expect you to overreact like that we all over react sometimes I just miss my family right now my grandparents and my twin sister are all I have now where ever my sister is." she said looking at him she would smile as she walked over. "I'm Lilianna but everyone calls me Lili." she said looking at him she had seen the mean scratch on his face but didn't say anything.

[mitchel]

A small, yet weak smile lit up his fair features as he was quickly forgiven by the still unknown witch. However, his little decoration of a smile slowly began to fall from his full lips as he bit them, a rush of uncertainty overflowing him at what she said. He had to wonder; why was she telling him that? It seemed far too personal to just blurt out to any stranger, far too painful too. He didn’t know how to react to it, so decided to do what was most unpractical to do with such things; ignoring it. He waved it off with another badly attempted smile.

“Mitchel...” The young boy whispered quietly as he finally picked up his fork to pierce a piece of sausage. The blush on his cheeks darkened slightly. He was certain that she had heard of him, with the rumors and such. And he was part of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, although he wasn’t as great as a player was supposed to be. But he could only hope that she wouldn’t look down on him like most students did, especially guys. “M-my name’s Mitchel...”

To not be forced to speak much longer, Mitchy hastily stuffed his mouth full with a bite of the meat, and chewed it slowly. Mitchel, he wasn’t exactly what one could call a social butterfly. He preferred to be on his own at times, and when he was with others, he would usually stay in the background. Perhaps that was another reason he was often made fun of; no one really knew him.

[lilianna]

"It's very nice to meet you Mitchel." She said smiling as she would go back to her seat and grab something to eat for herself and start to eat she would look through the album some more and smile as she saw her parents happy together with her and her sister.

[mitchel]

Mitchel nodded lightly at her words and forced his full lips to crack into another smile in return to hers. He was glad, he had to say. At least she wasn’t throwing nasty comments at him or calling him names, kick him further into the ground. She seemed nice, sweet, but there was no exact word he could think of to describe it. She didn’t form a thread. She’d leave him be as long as he didn’t start anything himself. And of course, knowing himself, he knew that he would never just start a fight or anything. Not even to stand up for himself. What a poor Prefect he in reality was. His mind was full of action, constantly remembering certain movie scenes and such, but he was too afraid to actually do anything near that.

Unsure of what to say, Mitchel took another bite and thought deeply as he began with the mission of cutting it in pieces with his teeth to prepare for a swallow. He inhaled lightly, and looked back up to the girl with a soft smile, his green eyes kind, though showing his insecurities. “Uhm... W-what are you... I mean, what’s that?” He asked quietly, stuttering over his words. He gestures to the book she held with a tired hand. “C-can I see it?”

[lilianna]

She would look at him and would pick up her stuff as she came up and sat accross from him she would smile as he seemed nice now she wasn't rude to anyone unless they were rude to her sometimes, though usually she was nice to people she would hand him the album. "It's a photo album that was left to me by my uncle it has pictures of my family in it and some of the songs i've written so I don't lose them." She said as she would eat some more looking at him.

[mitchel]

The young male’s eyes flashed across the table, from his plate to the book she held, from his long-fingered hands to the girl’s curly locks, as she approached and moved closer to him, now sitting directly in front of him, the table being the only thing that still parted them. It made him a little bit nervous, to say the least. He had never been a truly social-skilled boy, and being so directly in contact with someone after such a long time was kind of... scary. Yes, scary, in an odd way that probably only he would understand.

His hands gentle on the book’s cover, he carefully and gratefully took it in between his rather large hands, which matched his lanky features the best. He eyes the pictures for a moment, but then smiled and looked back up at her with an innocent blush. “They’re nice...” He said quietly, nodding in approval. Some of her words had surprised him, however. What had she said? Her songs? “You’re into music?” Mitchel asked, titling his head slightly to the side.

[lilianna]

She would smile as he said that she was glad he liked it, she would chew and swallow her food and take a drink of water she had sitting beside her also. "Thank you, yes I am I write my own music and I play guitar. I'm not a good singer though mostly my music is poetry that I play but others can understand it, my mother knew how to sing though she never learned how to play the guitar so I learned by my uncle teaching me." She said looking at him.

[mitchel]

Slowly, his shy smile began to transform into an almost sly smirk, though he tried to hold it back, not show it on his face. But to no success. The grin caused his skin to reform in shape, which hurt, made the cut on his cheek sting, almost as if it was about to reopen at any minute, but he did a pretty good job at ignoring it. At least this was something he could talk about. Music had always interested him.

“Guitar? That’s cool...” He said, stuffing his mouth with another bite of egg and sausage. He shrugged casually, finally beginning to feel a bit more at ease. “I tried it once, but... Fuck, I can’t remember all those chords, and it hurts your fingers... It ain’t my thing...” He grinned almost playfully. “I drum. Not like that’s interesting, but...”

[lilianna]

She smiled as she looked at him. "Sometimes it does hurt my fingers but I take a break when they do start to hurt I have a hard time right now trying to decide which song to play for the talent show because i've written so many but will hopefully decide soon, drums are cool tried one time to play at a friends house but couldn't get the hang of it." She said as she would eat some more and smile as she looked at a picture in her locket she knew she would see her sister again one day and hoped it would be soon.