Skipping Class (Open)

[gabrielprudence]

His hands squeezed harder and harder against his temples, hoping any second they would explode and he wouldn't have to sit through this awful class. Defense Against the Dark Arts, although one of his best classes, was torture to the poor sixteen year-old. His true passion was his final class of the day, transfiguration, and how he prayed it would come quickly. Blue eyes peered towards the front of the classroom, where the teacher was giving an awful lecture on the difference between a horse and a centaur. 'Their half man and half horse, what more is there to it,' Gabriel mumbled as his partner gave a small "shh" in reply. He couldn't take a class like this, one of two Slytherin's, what was there to do? If he tried to prank someone he'd have the whole room in arms.

His hand doodled a small picture of the Slytherin crest on the corner of his page. Truthfully Mr. Prudence wasn't drawn down from a line of Slytherins, he wasn't even a pure-blood, but people that didn't know him expected it by the way he acted. Gabriel was born from two wizards: his mother, a very successful Auror, of who is from a long line of Griffindors, and his father, a small man in the ministry coming from a muggle family, he went through Hogwarts in Hufflepuff. Things were strange in his house hold, considering he had a pair of angelical parents with a devil-like child. The poor boy was given Lucifer as a middle name from birth. The strangest of names: Gabriel, a very powerful archangel, and Lucifer, an even more powerful archangel that fell from heaven due to pride.

Pride, probably the single best word to describe Gabriel. It didn't matter his stature in the wizarding world, he could easily pull of the top with just his slick talk and brains. Not to mention not many people wanted to be in the room when Gabriel believed he was being disrespected. Normally events like that would cause a large crowd, great confusion, and normally a couple people sent to the health wing.

As the teacher turned his back, Gabriel's eyes drew to the black leather watch on his wrist. He barely made it through five minutes. Quietly he grouped together his things and stood just barely from the chair. His desk partner gave him a warning look but Gabriel just waved it away as he headed outside towards freedom.

[Astrid Slater]

Sitting outside on one of the benches, Isabela gazed up at the sky. She'd had Charms this period, but hadn't really felt up to learning about stupid magical fluff. That was really all Charms was. It was a big waste of her time, and was often the class she skipped. Amorte and Demi didn't like it, they had to cover for her all the time. But it was worth it.

The day was beautiful. The sun was shining, the sky a pure blue. A few clouds lazed across the sky. It was a perfect day to just laze about, even if it was a bit cold. It was winter though. It was NOT a day to be spent inside, doing spells.

Sighing, her mind turned to her friends and her family. To be honest, she'd rather think about her friends. Amorte and Demitrius were her life. They were always there for her, no matter what. Unlike her family, who was almost never there when she needed them and always there when she didn't want them to be. Her brother Sebastian was no angel either.

With a groan, Isabela slipped to the ground and laid down on the cold snow. It wasn't that cold, but it was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She grinned in spite of that. Winter was her second favorite month, because of the snow. Moving her arms a bit, she started to make a snow angel.