but we should have had the sun.

[lucien watson]

for scarlett.

I shut the world away from here
I drift to you, you’re all I hear.

Light reached the insides of his eyelids and he woke to a record paying softly in the background, “someday, when I´m awfully low” the voice echoed through his dorm, passionate and tender. “When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you”. For a few moments he laid there staring at the ceiling, a smile perched comfortably on parted lips, letting the words slip into him, carrying with them the memories of a not so long ago night. As the last note dissolved into the morning air, he was feverishly forced back into the waking world. The last time he had heard the song, it was sung like a secret, a sweet phantom that had seeped into his ears and bewitched him completely. By now his calm, distant expression was already replaced by annoyance. He was tired. The night had lost its grip on him early, and therefore he had drifted in and out of consciousness all night, fragments of the dream world filling his mind, incomplete and desolate. Sighing, he lifted his hands and rubbed his face, he could feel the pale lilac under his eyes tainting his otherwise seamless skin. He stretched awkwardly, and then sat up amongst the bedlam of bed sheets and letters (all half written). The student had been pensively trying to compose a letter for her, but had given up midway after realising that he was incapable of expressing his feelings in writing. There was something acutely wrong in his making which rendered him useless when it came to matters of the heart. Struggling, Lucien hauled himself from the bed and towards the window. The grounds of Beauxbatons were covered in a yellow glow. It looked like the perfect morning, poured straight out of a bottle. He couldn’t help but notice how different it felt compared to home. The paths were already filled with students wondering around the campus no doubt invigorated by a good night’s sleep. Lucien’s brow furrowed, irritated by the lack of sleep. Turning away from the window, he pulled in the curtains, causing darkness to fall upon the dorm room. He walked back into bed. Eyes closed, mind completely free. But at that moment, everything seemed to scream at him, whispers leaking through the walls, the wind softly tapping against his window; even the gentle purring of Giuseppe his kitten who he had not noticed till now disturbed him.

Unable to get back to sleep, he got up. Again. Pushing aside the half written letters, tangled in ink and bed sheets. Cleaning was something he was no longer acquainted with, and as a result his dorm room was rather messy. Books, parchment and clothing were scattered over the floor. But he was positive that sooner or later the house elves would have to clean the dorm room. His thoughts were however interrupted by a thin line of yellow that ran across the dorm, the sunlight had managed to leak in through the cracks in the curtain. Frowning, he looked at the trickle of light, he had no intention of going out that day, he could think of nothing more than to just sleep, but that was impossible. Another sigh escaped his lips. It wasn’t a very auspicious start to the day. He tried for a moment to think of something he could do, but he couldn’t think. He wasn’t in the mood for the outdoors, and exploring the castle was equally unappealing. Signs of frustration had already started to appear on the corners of his lips. To add to it all, his thoughts were back on Scarlett Bennet, he hadn’t seen his girlfriend, the word echoed strangely in the back of his mind, in a while and he missed her terribly. When he could not stand it any longer, he decided that it was best to just loiter around the classrooms until he found her. She was bound to be in that part of castle. Determined, Lucien walked towards the bathroom, cleaned himself up, and pushed open his wardrobe. His hands furiously looking for something decent to wear, he eventually found a shirt, pulled it on, rolling the sleaves up to his elbows, and shorts. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting his hand rest momentarily on his neck, his blue eyes now searching for his shoes. He eventually found them in one of the dark corners of the dorm. Pulling them on impatiently, he carelessly did up the laces and was out of his dorm in a second. It was only after he had left the Sournois common room that he realised that he had completely ignored the little kitten Giuseppe, but he didn’t feel enough quilt to go back for it.

Conversation filled the campus hallways, voices bumping against the stone walls, louder and louder. He could hear the ends of conversations, amused by the non important teenage ramblings as he continued his way towards the classrooms. Lucien wasn’t very familiar with the area of the castle which occupied most of the classes. He was undoubtedly a delinquent, and had skipped most of his classes; it surprised him that the professors still hadn’t chastised him for his behaviour. He had started skipping classes because he wanted to get kicked out, or suspended anything to get back home, but now, now he couldn’t leave, he was too tangled up in her. Lucien eventually managed to get to the classrooms, walking past one after the other, peering in through ajar doors stealing glimpses of classes that were about to start or had already started. He caught a few eyes staring at him from the class rooms, but no one of them were Scarlett. He finally came to the end of the hallway and the last classroom, Lucien let his eyes wonder into the half filled room. He looked around, but before he could scan the faces of all the students, the professor cleared his throat, several times, his eyes glaring at Lucien. When the boy noticed the glare, he glared back tempted to make a rather rude hand gesture, but refrained, pulling his body back into the hallway. Lucien groaned quietly, he was being pathetic. He should have just written a small note asking when she was free. But no. He had to wonder aimlessly, governed only by luck, to find her. He felt another bout of frustration bubble in his chest, rising to his throat. After he had composed himself, he straightened his posture and took a few steps forward.

If it had been anyone else, he would have given up there, went back to his dorm, pulled a pillow over his head and fallen asleep. There were no longer students crowding around the corridors, all of them were most likely in class. Lucien had managed to wonder long enough to find an empty classroom. He had heard a great deal about this particular class. He stood at the doorway of the famous room, and smiled, wondering what could posses the professors to trust teenagers with an empty classroom. No doubt anything but course work was being exercised in the room. Lucien strolled in, eyes looking over his surroundings. It was a normal class room, a few wooden tables and chairs decorated it, and the walls, stone cold held arch windows, where the sunlight freely entered the room. The room also held a small bookshelf, probably filled with books to do with course work. He didn’t really brother with it. His feet barley made a sound as he walked around, being homeschooled all his life, he always found a vague sense of joy in being inside a classroom, even if he was the only student there.

Enjoying the silence, Lucien sat on a table facing one of the windows. He was however disconcerted, his initial plan had been to find Scarlett, clearly the plan wasn’t thought out very well. He let his mind ponder other possibilities, other locations, anywhere that she might be. Becoming extremely aware of the fact that he knew very little about Scarlett, this was off course understandable since they had only recently become a couple. Couple. Relationship. The words stirred in his mind. He had never been in a relationship that lasted for more than a few hours. It was strange for him to be so hung up on one girl. The only way to describe it was that he was very much in love with her, and this scared him greatly. Lucien was yet to admit aloud to anything more than just liking her, he held the belief that the girl already knew how he felt without him having to actually say it, but he couldn’t be sure. It would definitely take a few more months, years before he conjured up enough courage, to let himself be so venerable, and utter those three lovely words to her. The three words lingered in the back of his eyes. Glowing brightly, so bright that he was soon surrounded by its light, but with a flicker of an eyelid the light was gone, and so was the thought which he stored carefully, affectionately in the back of his mind. Lucien tilted his head, letting his hands lean back on the table while his eyes focused on the outside world. He had been in the class room for about fifteen minutes, and it was fast losing its appeal.

Nevertheless he remained in the room perhaps he believed subconsciously that Scarlett would happen to wonder in and find him there. Yawing he looked at the bright orb eagerly climbing up the blue, blue sky. His brown hair lit up on one side by the light. The summer sun had always made him drowsy at home, and it was no different here. Lucien’s mind had started to scan the depths of his memory, pulling out all the summer memories of home, he vividly remembered driving around in the countryside in his gullwing, the car as he recalled was stuffy, yet the sheer pleasure and freedom it brought him was unbelievable. None of it seemed real anymore, he had left the car at home, and no longer drove, there was no point. Everything he needed was always reachable by foot, and if it wasn’t, a carriage was always waiting. A frown run across his lips, he didn’t practically take pleasure in remembering what it was like before Beauxbatons, before he counted numbers instead of heartbeats to measure time. Sighing, he let his fingertips tap gently on the wooden table. With eyes fixed on a small smear on the floor, he tried to keep his mind and hands busy, ignoring his hurried heartbeat, and the longing that ran in his blood, to his every extremity. He sat there in comfortable silence, wondering if this was the best way of spending the morning, waiting for someone who he wasn’t sure would come.


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*word count -- 1814
*attire -- here.
*lyrics -- Gavin Rossdale
*this is pathetic i know.sorry =[ [/size][/blockquote]