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[mórrígan masen]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Getting used to being back at school was going to take some time and Mórrígan had already accepted this before she'd fully given into the idea of coming back to school in the first place. She couldn't come and go like she had before. Well, technically speaking, she could, but it wouldn't exactly look good on her if she did and she needed to try and rebuild everything she'd lost by just walking away from it all. She wouldn't be leaving again in a hurry. The furthest she would allow herself to go was the boundaries of the school grounds. She wouldn't even let herself go into the village, not alone at the very least. If she was going to venture away from the school, she would take someone with her. She effectively had to think of herself as being on a kind of leash for a probationary period of time. She felt like it was the least she could do in order to try and fix everything that she had broken. She was still waiting for her mother to have her proper school things sorted and sent out to her so that she could even just think about going back to classes. In the mean time, she was spending a lot of time re-familiarising herself with the palace and it's surrounding grounds. It seemed like a better way to spend her time than hiding in her dorm. This particular time of exploration drew her down towards the lake, one of her many favourite places at Beauxbatons. It was a good place to think, to lose yourself in your own mind. Sure, it was a place most people went, so, at times, it could get rather busy, but that didn't make it any less peaceful. On this occasion, it seemed like everyone had other things they'd rather be doing than sitting by the lake and, well, she couldn't exactly blame them – there was a bit of a bitter sting of cold in the spring air that nipped the back of her relatively bare legs, which was unusual in itself since she never really felt the cold. Having pulled the collar of her jacket up against the back of her neck and her jaw and cheeks above, she proceeded to tuck her curled up hands into her jacket pockets as she got closer to the lake, stopping just short of the water's edge, the occasional shift in the surface bringing it to splash against the front of her boots. Hazel eyes slowly scanned the horizon, a few stray curls blowing across her face in the gentle breeze and a happy sigh was released from her lungs.

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[mattie amherst?]

He had left school and came back so many times that it was expected of him. Everyone knew that when he up and left he would return after he got his needed escape. Once he got his fill of freedom, he would ride back to school on his motorbike with a smug smirk on his face.

So instead of running away from his problems as fast as he could get away from them, he had decided to run off his problems. Mathew had always been a runner since he was young and now that he was using it as an outlet he was doing it much more often. And that was exactly what he had been doing on this chilly day, the sun was trying so hard to peek out from the clouds but, the wind seemed to whip at any chance of a spring ray.

Donned in a pair of baggy navy mesh shorts and a pale blue faded Beauxbatons t-shirt, Mathew bolted around the campus. His only company was the sound of his trainers bounding off the winter hardened ground. Mathew liked his alone time, it was his reflection time. It was these moments when first year girls were giggling about rumours about him and his conquests. These were the moments when he did not have to hold up a façade or a plaster on a friendly smile. He was himself and his connection was only owed to nature.

Since his last return he had promised himself that would be the last time for a long time. He had already been held back so many times because of his leave of absences that he had seen most of his friends, who he entered school with, graduate before he was a fourth year. It was frustrated and now he promised himself that he would focus more on growing up or whatever it was that wizards were supposed to do when they were ready to graduate and take their rightful tests.

However, when he first spotted Morrigan from the horizon he could hardly believe it was her. He thought he knew for sure that she was not going to return to Beauxbatons, of course, he couldn’t blame her. School was hard enough for everyone, not to mention hard for people with differences as Morrigan had. Mathew had no idea why she had left and he had no intention of prying in for that information but, he did have the intention to reconnect with her.

”Morrigan Masen!” exclaimed the Cossu when he was finally close enough to properly recognize the figure. Merlin! Still looking good as ever. He peered at her up and down before speaking again ”I’ve never thought I see your sorry butt at Beauxbatons again.” Mathew ran his rough hands through his long overgrown locks. What was she doing out here in such weather? The grounds were empty besides the duo and a few students passing from late classes and yet here she was. Perhaps she, like him, found solace in being outdoors. ”Oh where are my manners!” he bashed his palm against his forehead and extended his hand after his hit, ”Mathew Amherst, Cossu, Fifth year, Badass.” he jokingly added to remind her. She, hopefully, had not been gone for so long that she had forgotten the young man. He, after all, could not forget her. "Perhaps you haven't forgotten the little people here"

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[mórrígan masen]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan had been acutely aware of the presence of someone else, but she really hadn't expected them to be someone that knew her, let alone someone would would brother sounding even remotely excited to see her. To say that Mathew made her jump when he shouted her name was putting it lightly. She took a recovering breath and spun on her heel to face him, an awkward smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards slightly, her hands still tucked away in her pockets. She scoffed a little, lowering her head for a moment when he commented on how he didn't think he'd see her back at Beauxbatons. “I wasn't sure I was coming back,” she admitted as she lifted her eyes to his again, shrugging slightly. “But here I am,” she added in a slightly brighter tone. It really had been up in the air for a while as to whether she'd come back or not, particularly since the several months that followed her father's death she didn't think she'd even be coming back to France. Her head tilted slightly as he smacked himself in the forehead, breathing out a soft laugh. She slowly shook her head when he offered her his hand and introduced himself. “I remember you,” she responded sweetly, reaching out to gently shake his hand in any case. It would have been impolite not to bother to shake his hand and, well, she may have forgotten many things in the last few months, but certainly she hadn't forgotten her manners. “I remember everyone, everything,” she began in explanation as she retracted her hand and returned it to her pocket. Her head shifting to tilt the other way as she continued to look up at Mathew. “It's just all coming back a little slowly,” she finished with another little shrug. It was almost like some sporadic amnesia or something – bits and pieces were filtering back into the forefront of her brain and ultimately making her feel more human again.

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[mattie amherst?]

His glittering eyes stared at her extended hand; he cocked his head to the side at the offering. He shook his head in disagreement, his beefy arm snaked around her back and he pulled her into a tight hug. He was particularly known for his excellent abilities in the embracing department. Many of times he was told by both Rachele and Kabes that his hugs made everything better. They were able to right the wrongs and fix even the worst of things. He had no clue what made them different from any other hug but, he was glad that his were so much better than anyone else’s. ”I’m just glad you see you back here, troublemaker.” he teased her lightly, his voice muffled through their embrace.

His arms finally released her only to give her a bright smile. ”So, I take it that you were off saving the world? Fighting dragons, rescuing princesses from tall towers, the works. No?” Mathew had this chipper aura since he had met up with Morrigan. It always felt nice to see long lost, yet not forgotten friends. Though, they had never been in the tightest bonds, they were connected in this sort of quasi friendship.

His rough hand scratched at the back of his neck. He tried to seem inconspicuous as he his eyes scanned her petite frame. It was hard not to look. Morrigan, for as long as he had known her, had been a, to put it eloquently, ‘a hottie with a body’ – a ‘cutie with a booty.’ Mathew had admired her but that was as far as it went. Unlike the other girls around school he never dreamed of being in her league and that was saying something. He was Mathew The Great Conquistador! He didn’t even have to try when it came to women, they flocked, he reaped. That’s how it went. Morrigan, on the other hand, was not like any other girl he knew and that was he liked about her.

”You know. Most girls would have the sense in them to wear pants in weather like this.” he commented, staring at her bare legs. Mathew, himself, wore a pair of mesh short however, he was special, as Morrigan was, and felt no difference in heat. A throaty chuckle erupted softly from within him. He knew exactly why she had no problem wearing shorts in such weather. Mathew gave her a playful wink.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan smiled brightly up at him, giggling softly as he pulled her into his big arms, wrinkling her nose up as she attempted to wrap her arms around him in return. Everyone always seemed so much bigger than her, but what didn't show was probably the most worrying part of her. She sighed happily as she shifted slightly in his arms. This was just what she needed – a particularly strong bear hug from a good friend. “I'm actually starting to feel really glad to be back,” she replied, laughing lightly and giving him a gentle squeeze. “I honestly didn't think everyone would be so...welcoming,” she admitted softly, shrugging ever so slightly in his grip. She smiled sweetly as they let each other go, laughing awkwardly when he questioned where she had been, but it wasn't in like a prying sort of way, more a curious and comical kind of way. It was good to know that she could count on her friends to not force her into talking about things she didn't want to talk about just yet. “If only,” she responded as she breathed out a long, sad breath, shaking her head a little. “I guess I kind of rescued a princess from a tall tower,” she added, smirking slightly. Did it count that she'd gotten back out of Azkaban when she thought she was being drawn in and then even brought herself back to France, back to the Masen home, back to Beauxbatons after trapping herself in the old Frost place? Metaphorically speaking, the comparison was pretty sound as far as she was concerned. She shrugged slightly again, laughing softly as she looked up at him. She paused for a moment, her head falling to tilt to one side as she continued to think about what he had said and how she could compare it to what she actually had been doing with the many months that had passed since she was at the school. “I think fighting dragons would be easier though,” she commented with a mischievous smirk. Anything at all right now seemed a whole world easier than what she had actually gone through before coming back. She pulled one of her hands back out of her pockets, lifting in and letting her fingers twirl at the lower curls that hung against her shoulders as she looked up at Mathew – an idle motion, but it certainly kept her hands busy. “This from the guy in the running gear,” she muttered in an amused tone, shaking her head a little before letting it fall to tilt to one side as she looked him up and down. There was definitely nothing wrong with the running gear on Mathew. She took her other hand out of her pocket and lifted them both in gesture to herself before she started doing a slow sort of twirl. “I mean, what? Is the Lara Croft, Indiana Jones thing not a good look for me?” she teased in question, her head shifting to tilt the other way as she came to a stop facing him again, a smirk shaping her slightly pouted mouth. “Hell, if the shorts bug you, just be thankful I'm wearing a coat,” she joked, laughing lightly to herself.

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[mattie amherst?]

It honestly felt wonderful to have another heated body against his. Many a time he had wrapped his arms around his friends and none of them had ever been able to compete with his heat. It was only Mórrígan who was able to beat his ever rising temperature. His arms released her from his grip, his world famous grin now forever plastered on his face. ”Well obviously that is because of me.” he replied haughtily.

His eyes widened as she confirmed that she had rescued a princess from a tower. It was just like Mórrígan to do something so outstanding. She was adventurous and brilliant and all around just… just… ugh… There were not enough words in his thesaurus to describe the astonishing Mórrígan. She was everything that he could never be like. Mattie knew that Mórrígan was way out of his league. He was lucky enough to even be friends with her. He felt honored in her presence.

His eyes trailed along the curves of her face; her twirling fingers lassoed chestnut locks bringing attention to her slender neck. Mathew needed to pull himself out of her trance. It was a strange feeling to be around her. It was a long time since he had last saw her, he was surprised that she even remembered who he was. Mathew was grateful that he had not disappeared into the blurred crowds of students.

”Hey!” he exclaimed in rejection ”Don’t act like you don’t like what you see.” he sent her a playful wink. Mathew rarely rocked sweats or anything made of mesh, however, when he went for runs he sported the most comfortable articles he could. His genetics were the main causes behind his muscular build but, it helped that he had a strict regimen.

It had only been moments ago that he had successfully let his mind finally drift off the subject of Mórrígan but now that she was presenting herself for him to eye it was almost impossible to ignore. He was trying to do that whole get to know people for who they were not what they looked like. That was truly hard to accomplish with a young woman like Mórrígan spinning around in front of him. ”Oh no…” he cooed out ”you pull that…” he trailed off trying to think of the best word to fill that sentence. ”You look amazing in your adventuring outfit.” She looked like she was late for her trip to search a tomb.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 355px;] Mórrígan beamed up at him as he smiled down at her, her head tilting curiously as he spoke. “Oh, of course – what else could it possibly be?” she joked in response, laughing brightly and shaking her head a little. Mathew was one of many contributing factors that had lead her to feeling actually pretty good about being back. She'd had so many internal debates with herself about it, worries that she wouldn't be welcome, fears that her friends would hate her for disappearing, but she was quickly learning that they had all been unwarranted negative thoughts. She shook her head quickly as Mathew seemed to take an interest in her rescuing a princess from a tower scenario. “It's definitely not as exciting as it sounds,” she began to explain, chewing her lip in thought briefly. She wanted to tell him, but she wasn't sure she was ready to endure the looks on people's faces when she told them what she had been up to that had kept her away for the many past months. “Think of it more as a...metaphor than an actual occurrence,” she continued, scowling slightly. She smiled softly as she looked up at him, fingers slowly untwisting themselves from her curls in order to lace around the pendant that hung from the chain around her neck – another idle motion, but it didn't keep her hand any less busy than her hair did. She needed to knock it off with the nervous fidgeting. She wasn't a fidgety person, so it didn't make any sense for her to subconsciously be finding things to do with her hands. She blamed it all on the stressful, solitary months that she'd spent away from the school. It had all certainly taken a great toll on her, but she needed to start to let it go in order to become the true representation of herself again. She hoped that being back at the school would help her achieve that. At least she was having fewer and fewer episodes of nervousness – it wasn't much, but it was a start. She laughed brightly again at Mathew's playful comment, shaking her head a little and lowering her head briefly. She shrugged a little as she lifted her head again, her head tilting slightly. “Well, what can I say?” she began, shrugging a little again. “It's a defence mechanism,” she explained sweetly, smirking slightly. “I can't have everyone knowing I'm attracted to them,” she joked. She couldn't deny that Mathew ranked pretty high on the list of people she found attractive at the school, but in a school that seemed to only let you in if you were good looking, she supposed that was going to be a very long list for most people. She stopped turning, shaking her head slightly as he spoke. “Now you're just saying that because you think I was fishing for compliments,” she teased, laughing softly. She finally shifted her hands back to herself again, returning them to her jacket pockets as she looked down at herself. It was probably one of the brightest things she had worn in a long time, whilst staying in a relatively neutral range of colours. “I guess it's a little wasted on the fact that I'm just standing around the lake, huh?” she observed, wrinkling her nose up slightly as she lifted her gaze to his once more.

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[mattie amherst?]

”I wouldn’t say that just for a fisherwoman… If anything, those who fish get told straight up and frankly, worse off than those who go swimming instead.” Of course his extended metaphor made no sense to even himself but he was sure that Mórrígan would be able pull out the fact that it was indeed a warranted compliment in there under the confusing jargon. Mathew was one cocky, cocky bloke. He had this air that followed him around like a looming ambiance and every so often that cloud tended to drift away from himself and flow to others. This was the case when Mórrígan got a little snippety at him. He liked it. A lot of playfulness and a pinch of persnickety was always the best combined ingredients.

”However, I do have to say Mórrígan you don’t hide your attraction or your red hot burning overflowing passions for just a piece of a MattieBar hidden very well.” he paused to peer down at her through slitted mix matched eyes. He leaned in close to whisper his next warning ”I’d be careful… there are a many a girl trying to get a piece of that delicious candy bar. If they see that I cut you a bigger piece than them… they might jealous and then I’d have to come save you from a tall tower.” Mathew liked that idea. Saving the beautiful maiden from the cobblestone castle. Knight in shining armor. The works. It was all a lush ideal for him to tramp after.

”Well what do you say… lets not waste that wonderful adventuring outfit.” His voice was smooth and his face almost darkened when he cooed at her. Mathew’s rough hand unashamedly grasped a hold of Mórrígan’s much daintier hand and began toting her with him. ”We have villages to raid and dragons to slay. Off we go little miss. Off we go.” Mathew chimed at her. His tone suddenly turned from sultry to melodic as he informed her of their mission. This school wouldn’t fall to ruins by itself. It needed a little aggressive push from the Cossu and Sournois (which, let’s be honest are the best houses) to get it to its regular havoc filled state.

He loved how easy it was to be around Mórrígan. He didn’t have to hide a single thing from her. She knew everything. She knew more about him than his dear cousin knew. She knew his (admittedly not well hidden) secret. Mathew didn’t have to hide the fact that he was no longer a pureblood wizard. She didn’t care if he was cocky, or selfish or playfully ignorant. There was no show to put on for the young Sournois. He was his careless, carefree, relax and haughty self around her. That fact might have been one of the strong bonds between them. Mathew would never have to be that façade that he was around everyone else. Mathew was simply himself and Mórrígan was simply Mórrígan. It was a blissful feeling shared among friends. He was so glad to see her shining (and obviously stunning) face again at Beauxbatons. This year was peaking up already with her being here.

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