Didn't expect you here ((Jazz))

[kris]

Kris and madam P were arguing again. As always. It almost seemed like a trend. And even thought it most probably didn’t do much to making the school-nurse like him – it brought variety to Kris’s life that right was relatively boring. He couldn’t see, so he couldn’t read to amuse himself either. Right now he would greet homework as well. Kris thought of it with a slight smirk visible on his lips that only seemed to deserve in upsetting Pomfrey even more. The school-nurse huffed with annoyance and stormed out of the Hospital Wing notifying Kris that she was going to get lunch for herself.
Kris smirked at her back… or at the closed door… or either hopefully, as he didn’t have any idea how far or close madam P was right now. One more disadvantage of being blind. Kris had a rather long list of such negative sides already. And nothing that would actually count on the positive side of being blind.

Eating a peach absent-mindedly Kris stared at something at the foot of his bed. Or at least seemed to stare as no image penetrated the cover on his eyes that were shielded by black sun-glasses too. Morrigan was meowing quietly at Kris’s side and Kris pondered lazily over the kitten. She was protective and most certainly had quite a character. She had dragged along in Kris’s pocket to one of his last dates in summer and judging by her behavior – Morrigan had jumped into the girls face with her claws out - hadn’t liked Kris’s date. The girl had given him a choice – her or the cat… Kris’s answer was rather obvious too as the kitten was still by his side.

Hearing the door open Kris tilted his head slightly. It was lunch-time – who would be coming to see him now? Most of his friends had already passed through here previously at one day or an other.
“That besotted with me that you are even missing lunch only to see me?” Kris asked in a slightly mocking tone wondering silently how on earth this person was. Morrigan gave a silent hiss jumping onto Kris’s lap and sitting down on it. Probably keeping a close eye on his visitor Kris guessed as he stroked Morrigan’s head.

[Jasmine Anderson]

The smells of dust hung in the air as Jasmine sat on the wooden ground with her legs oustrected in front of her. Her light hazel eyes seemed lost as she stared off into space. A light breeze came from the window sending Jasmine’s black hair in direction. It was lunch time for Hogwarts students but she really wasn’t feeling all that hungry. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to face Dana after what happened to Kris. A charms book lay on her lap tempting her to open it up. But she ignored the temptation and waited for Alana to come back with the flowers. She was going to visit Kris today and she didn’t know why. It was just that little voice in the back of your head saying go. Dusty was curled up into a ball purring. His lion like tail stood up in the air moving back and forth. Reaching her hand toward the Kneazle Jasmine stroked his soft white fur. It felt smooth under the palm of her hand.

A familiar hooting sound came through the owlery windows. A snowy white owl flew to Jasmine’s side and dropped what looked like tulips wrapped in a plastic covering. Looking up Jasmine stared at Alana as she was nestled in her spot next to a brown owl. Alana hooted at Jasmine and closed her eyes for some sleep. Smiling Jasmine picked up the flowers her hazel eyes starring at the still growing tulips. Its beauty was just ready to blossom. Tucking a strand of black hair behind her ears Jasmine stuffed her Charms textbook into her navy blue shoulder bag. Swinging the strap over her shoulder Jasmine took a couple steps forward before calling Dusty, “Dusty come on boy.” The Kneazle raised his head for a second almost as if he was deciding whether to follow or not. Dusty than lazily stood up and trotted after Jasmine toward the Hospital Wing.

Jasmine stopped at the big oak door that was the threshold she had to cross. The flowers lay in her hands. The sent of flowers filled Jasmine’s nose as she drawled in a deep breath. All she had to do was open the doors and step inside. But her body stood frozen in its place not daring to move. Dusty was standing next to her waiting for the doors to open. His ears were moving back and forth as the the students walked out trying to figure out anyone suspicious character. Taking in another deep breath Jasmine pushed opened the doors and stepped inside Dusty following behind her. There were rows of beds along the wall and she could imagine all the injured people from the Diagon Ally attack scattered in the beds. Her hazel eyes were drawn to one bed with a familiar face. Kris laid there with sunglasses on his eyes. She couldn’t even imagine the feeling of not being able to see anything.

Taking a couple steps forward Jasmine stood next the bed looking at the empty vase. A black kitten Kris had found at her stay in his castle stood by his side hissing at her. Dusty hissed back his tail swinging in the air. “Hi Kris…I just thought I could give you some flowers....Just visiting.” Jasmine said stammering on what to say. She wanted to tell him so many things locked up in her head for so long. Biting her lip Jasmine unwrapped the plastic covering and set the tulips in the vase. “There tulips and not fully blossomed yet. I remember Dana telling me there your favorite…” Jasmine said staring at the vase not able to take her eyes off it. A sudden feeling hit her stomach almost as if someone was punching her to death. Jasmine didn’t know what else to say.

[kris]

Kris felt a familiar scent scratching at his nose. It took a few moments before he was able to identify it. Tulips. Who on earth had brought him tulips at this time of year? A bit later a hiss reached his ears and to Kris’s surprise Jasmine Winters started to talk to him. One of his eye-brows arching curiously Kris wondered what brought her here. They weren’t friends. Kris had let her stay in his castle becasue Dana had brought her along, but that didn’t make them the best friends. They could merely be called acquintances.
„I have to admit that no one has tought of bringing me flowers – especially not tulips – yet. And I don’t mind tulips. They aren’t my favourites really, but I don’t mind them,“ Kris shifted himself lightly on the bed, wondering what on earth was he doing, „I prefer Snowdrops. Or Lilies of the Valley.“ Kris liked the flowers. For their tenderness and small innocently white blooms. And their bravery – breaking through snow and ignoring cold as they blossomed when winter wasn’t completely gone yet.

The weight on the bed suddenly shifted again and Kris felt a light weight on his leg. A curious sound came from Morrigan and Kris tilted his head wondering what was going on. Raising his hand Kris let his fingers slid over Morrigan’s back to the other animal Morrigan was sniffing. Kris’s fingers felt the flat nose and lynx-like ears before the weight on his leg shifted as the kneazle pulled back a little after Kris’s fingers had stroke it’s head once.
„From where did you pick up a Kneazle? And why exactly are you here?“ Kris asked Jasmine, shifting himself slightly on the bed and biting ack a wince of pain as the movement wasn’t good for his bruised ribcage.