Whats so special about tonight (Sampson)

[Scarlett Adams]

<sub>Evening. For Scarlett, the best time of the day. She loved seeing the red sun burn down in the distance, and there was no one around to tease or mock her. Every evening, this is where you would find Scarlett. Even when the moon glowed brightly in the night sky, Scarlett couldn't help but stay out a bit longer. She didn't have a care in the world that staying out here after curfew was breaking all the rules, but again, Scarlett could easily turn into a Professor or something so she wouldn't be caught outside late. Snowdrop, her Snowy owl, soared back down upon Scarlett's lap, her favourite place to cuddle up to when she felt like it. Scarlett stroked her pet owl lovingly, she had really taken to her. Noir had helped her choose the name for her owl, and Snowdrop seemed to suit her owl well. Scarlett was very grateful that the school had some sort of fund, where they bought the required items for you, as Scarlett had very little Galleons. They had also bought her Snowdrop, which Scarlett was very happy about.

One thing Scarlett longed to do, was to retrieve her fathers memories and use them in some sort of Pensive. She wanted to see what life was like for him, why he foolishly committed suicide on himself just because Scarlett was missing. She would also like to see her horrid mothers memories, why it was her mothers duty to make life horrid for her. And, where did her parents exactly meet, why did her father fall in love with the wrong lady? Questions flew inside and out of her head, many of those she would never be able to retrieve the answer from. Or, there was a way of doing this, but that means tracing people that knew her parents and asking for memories. And it meant telling the people of my actual identity, thus they could return her back to that home. No, Scarlett must wait, probably until she is of age, and then she has the choice of whether to live with them or not. But, there was still lingering doubts, Scarlett could still be returned and neglected once more, whatever the age.

Suddenly, Scarlett could see a shadow behind her. She turned around to greet whoever found her here.</sub>

[Sampson Abernathy]

Nighttime. It was Sampson's favorite time of day. Being a prefect meant getting people into trouble and Sam looooved to get people in trouble. He had discipline down to a tee and he followed the rules when it came to students out of bed. Most people let Sampson do the dirty work since they didn't want their friends to hate them. Sampson was more than happy to oblige to knock points from people and give them a weekend of detention. It was one of those nights again and Sampson was wide awake.

He had been walking for hours and hadn't caught a single person that night. It was boring, needless to say, and Sampson rubbed his eyes as he was getting tired. Nothing ruined a night like getting nothing done. He looked out a window that looked across the grounds of Beauxbatons. It was truly silent out there and nothing moved. When he was about to turn away from the window and ditch the search for rule breakers and go back to the Sournois room, Sampson spotted something. He looked down at what he was wearing and figured he wouldn't get cold out in the darkness. Summer was winding down to an end and the nighttime was getting colder and colder and longer as well. The sun no longer stayed up in the sky as long as it had before July and Sampson was fine with that. Autumn had always been his favorite season because autumn was a season for wearing pants and long sleeves. Sampson hated wearing shorts and tank tops that made him look like some hippy.

He hurried outside and tried to remember where he had seen the person lurking. Not many people hung outside at night on the grounds and not many Prefects went outside to catch others. Sampson wasn't even sure he could take points away without getting into trouble himself for being outside at night after deadline. He briefly saw a bunch of plants when he was looking out the window and headed for the gardens on the Beauxbatons grounds. Sampson hardly went into those ghastly plants since Sam hated nature. He was very much an indoor person. It wasn't hard to find the person since the person was the only moving being in the vicinity. When he approached the person, he saw who it was. "Oh it's only you. I was hoping to scare some wimpy Rouerie." he said with an eye roll and stuck his hands in his pockets.

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