A time for Serenity(carson)

[Lilliana Cromwell S4]

The room was calm and warming. But Lily on the other hand was not too calm and warming herself. She walked in rather infuriated. She did not show it, or at least make a scene, but her anger was known. Her hand clenched her book. It being a Saturday all the students were luckily in their, normal choice of clothing. Lily wore a small jumper that was purple and white. She loved the color, it accentuated her hair... if anything. She wore nice thin jeans which lead down to red converse. Bracelet's decked her wrists. Almost every color. Lily always loved color, but it looked off on her for some unknown reason. "How could I have been so stupid?" Lily mumbled to herself. She continued with her profanities and mumbling to herself. She was just talking to Zeak, and that little entourage of Slytherins, rather annoyed her. More mockery, more ridicule. She hated Slytherin's. Why? It was her? She was one of them? Was that bad? To hate your own kind? She felt like she was the black sheep of the family. Some pathetic vampire who refused to drink blood. Was she too good?

On the other hand? Lily never thought of herself as good, but rather kindly cruel? If that was even a word. Her red braids stayed limp on her back. Her hair did not look tamed, then again when did it? Her face was contorted in confusion, and anger. She walked mindlessly towards a chair, and popped open her book. She thought a good read would cool her down. And of all times, she missed her cat? But where was he? Hank the fat cat was asleep in her room, on her pillow. The lazy animal. Lily loved her cat, she loved him more then herself. But the one time she needs him to calm her nerves. He is asleep. Lily kept her cat close to her like a security blanket. If you could call a living thing that.

The ginger girl crossed her legs, and opened the book to page ninety-four. She thought if she placed her mindset in a world of imagination, she could be set free. Suddenly the words of the scripture calmed her. The colors of every painting soothed her. She took in deep heavy breaths, and suddenly her time came and she was serene. Breathing heavily her lips loosened, and she was calm.

Lily always had a tendency to explode when raged, but over the years she had learned to calm herself. She had set a mood where she was herself. Slowly with her anger going down, she began to sink into herself again. Her face changed to that of interest and curiosity. She turned the page and gave a soft grin. She loved the book. It was an art book, a how to per say. Crafts were her passion and this book, had given her ideas, beyond ideas.

[Carson McGreggor H6]

Carson was happy again, thankfully. He was sure his dorm mates had probably had enough of Carson’s angry moods and snappy retorts whenever they had tried to ask what was wrong. Most who had seen him over the past few weeks could easily agree that Carson hadn’t been acting like himself. When Carson found out Casey’s secret, of course he had been angry with her. He couldn’t help it. Carson wasn’t reasonable at all when he was angry. He allowed himself to become over powered by his rage and found that there was just no reasoning with him in such a state. Casey had obviously figured that out, because no matter how much she’d explained to him why she hadn’t told Carson her secret in the first place, he just didn’t listen. Of course he felt horrible about it just moments after he left the tour bus a few days later, but what was he supposed to do? Get down on his knees with roses and beg for her forgiveness? Even if Carson was capable of such a romantic feat, Carson highly doubted she’d accept his apology.

Ethan was more the smooth talker than Carson would ever be. Ethan knew how to charm any living woman alive, even if that woman was five months old or eighty five years old, Ethan could handle it. Carson remembered dreaming about what it would have been like to go through his first breakup with Ethan by his side. He would have come up with many ways to cheer his friend up and would have thought of about a hundred and one surefire failsafe ways to help win Casey back. Carson’s best friend Ethan was dead now though, had been for almost a year now. As much as Carson would have liked him to, Ethan couldn’t be there to talk things out with Carson and be the best friend he was. But Carson had eventually managed to get her back, even though it had taken him ages to do so. He knew Ethan was looking down on him (or up at him, depending on where he ended up, though despite Ethan’s sneakiness and tricks, he was sure Ethan would be looking down) and was extremely proud of Carson’s method of winning his love back, the love that he and Ezzie had worked so hard to put together. Even though Ethan and Ezzie had only been together for a short time, he supposed Ezzie was the only thing they all had left of Ethan Jacobs. There was definitely a part of him in her, for he had given her his heart, and even though he had moved on to a different girl and eventually on to a different life, he was sure it was still inside of her.

He’d been in school for weeks before he even ran into Casey (literally) and only then, on Halloween night when they were both finally calm, were they able to work things out and come to a solution that they were both happy with. Now that Casey and Carson were a couple once more, it was safe to say that Carson was back to himself. He walked briskly and cheerfully down to the student lounge to catch up on some of his homework and wait for Casey’s class to be over. Carson was in the year above Casey, so even though she (as an OWL student) had classes today, Carson (who was a NEWT level student) did not, because his lessons had been completed the previous day. Carson sat himself in one of the armchairs just across an empty one. He sat down and began to read his text book when suddenly he heard someone stomp into the room and land rather forcefully in the chair across from him. He looked up to see her angered face, but looked back down again at his book. After a few moments of awkward silence, the caring Hufflepuff in him decided to speak up. “Hey um, are you okay? You seemed pretty pissed there for a second.” He looked up to notice a younger Slytherin girl, who didn’t look as upset as she had before.