it takes me back to when we started, closed.

[rowan elliot]

NOX FAUST x

The entire week passed and the knot in the pit of Rowan's stomach only got larger with each day that went by. She would have liked to leave the disastrous encounter with the strange blond boy behind her - he just got to her in a way she did not approve of - but it would seem that it was not meant to be. Even after he had vowed to fix the camera he had broken, Rowan had decided when she returned to her dorm that she was not going to put herself through dealing with him again and had intentions to stand him up. But then she would catch sight of him in the halls and her heart would raise up to her throat and she would jump to hide wherever was most convenient. It was odd how she had never seen him before they met in the gardens and now it was if he was everywhere. It drove her to near madness and struck her with a hot brand of hurt every time she saw him. She wondered if he saw her everywhere too. She hoped not as this whole week she had hardly been at her best. Usually Rowan was known for being put together and composed but this week had been different, she was more on edge and clearly shaken. Once, she had even forgotten to iron her uniform before going to class. Every time she'd glanced down it reminded her of how much she was failing and made the cracks in her foundation all the more evident.

It was clear she would not be able to handle another meeting with the blond boy whose name she didn't even know. She knew now, from seeing him in his uniform, that he was a Rouerie but that was the extent of her knowledge (other than the fact that he was a pompous ass). She had made the decision not to see him, or talk to him, again and even planned to stick with the decision. Which was what made the fact that, when Saturday came around, Rowan found herself paying special attention to her appearance especially odd. Odd because she had no plans for today, nothing beyond catching up on her reading for Herbology in her dorm room so there was no reason to look nice. But there she was, carefully sliding a headband into her straight brown hair after applying an excessive amount of make up with practiced precision. Frowning at her appearance, it almost irritated her that she looked nice. There's no reason for all this fuss, she told herself, and turned on the heel of her shoe and stomped over to her bed. She was going nowhere today and that was that. To distract herself, she slid her hands through the loop of her scarf and played with the fabric, wondering about where the thing had come from. It was ridiculous how Rowan had so much clothing that, often, she couldn't even say where it all came from without looking at the tag. Even more crazy was the fact that most of it was what some would consider expensive.

That was how Rowan usually distracted herself, by thinking of clothing. Especially clothing she owned and planning new ways to wear certain items. Normally it would fill her with a slight thrill and consume her mind but today it wasn't working the way she had hoped. Grumbling, she let the scarf be and wondered as to why she was still wearing her shoes and decided it must be a sign. Not a sign that she was going to do what she had supposed to be (meeting with the nameless tormentor) but that she should go shopping. Here she was, all dressed for it and everything. It would be the perfect distraction, she figured. Yes, that was it, she decided and her lips pulled up in a wry sort of grin (the one she always made when she had a good idea). She stood from her bed and easily made her way to Rue de Paradis, shivering slightly as the cold autumn air hit the skin not properly covered by her sheer tights. Maybe it would have been wiser to have worn a thicker pair, she supposed before heading towards the pub, thinking that a warm drink would be nice before making her way over to Rose Formals. It wasn't until she was within the pub that she remembered who she was suppose to be meeting there half-an-hour earlier and all colour drained from her face. In trying to avoid him, she had led herself right to where she did not want to be. Even worse, he would assume she was the type to be incredibly tardy if he hadn't already left. The mere thought made her sick, she hated when people made assumptions about her. Especially since she was usually early.

Eyes sweeping quickly over the warm room, she was relieved to find that the fact that had been haunting her all week was nowhere to be found. Feeling relaxed, she placed her order for pumpkin juice and found an empty table to drink it in peace. She had succeeded, she determined, in avoiding another verbal war with someone who was clearly better at it than herself.

( Name: Rowan Elliot
House: Sournois
Year: First
Beverage: Pumpkin Juice [2G]
Total: 2 Galleons
Vault: here)

[`nox faust the second}]

Nox had actually sent quite a number of days just sitting at his desk staring at that darmned camera. Of course there was a longing in his eyes that clearly spoke that he desired to get to work on it, or at the very least dismantle it to see the inner workings of the mechanical object. But every time he thought about it, his mind always shifted to the reason why he was doing all this in the first place: that annoying girl. Why did he even offer to do this, why? The reason for it eluded him on multiple levels, but maybe it was because of his curiosity of the camera which made him do it. That had to be in. As well as why she cared for it so much in the first place too. Was it special in some way? As he had picked it up and examined it he found no reason what so ever why someone would be so distressed over it being broken. Was it perhaps the price of the object? Hardly surprising if it was, she seemed like the kind of girl who'd pointlessly throw away great amounts of money on the most worthless of objects. But still, after more thinking than was required, he got to work on it.

It did indeed seem to almost be beyond repair - almost - but he got there in the end. "Even an elephant would have done less damage..." he muttered sourly, sighing as he adjusted the glasses on the end of his nose and sat back in his chair. Finished. It was all... finished. And it took longer than he'd initially been prepared to spend on it too. Although it was probably the modifications he spent the most time on, he admitted silently to himself. But he wasn't about to over think that, she'd find out all about the extra things when she looked it over herself. Not that she ever would have appreciated anything he did. She was bound to just snatch it from him and storm off without a single word of gratitude, which wouldn't surprise him in the least. Opening his mouth, he yawned widely, then stretched himself. Another all nighter, it seemed. Why should he even bother going somewhere after doing so much work? What was really stopping him from stomping over to his bed, collapsing and falling unconscious without a second thought? But no, instead he sluggishly climbed to his feet and moved to change clothes.

Upon finishing that and feeling slightly more refreshed than he previously was, he cast a baleful glance at his lab coat that was sparkly clean and hanging upon the door of his wardrobe. Normally when not at school or in classes he wore such attire, it made him feel the most comfortable. Today however... he couldn't risk it. He didn't plan on another scenario like last time happening, and when it came to that girl... he knew that she'd want to get him back any way she could, and the only way to do that as far as she knew was to attack what he was wearing, namely his lab coat. Running a hand through his blonde hair - a lazy man's way of combing his hair - he cleaned his glasses on his shirt and was about to return them to his face, when he just ended up staring at them thoughtfully. Instead, he lowered them, and folded them up before pushing them into his jacket pocket - yes, he did own more than a lab coat to wear on non-hot days. He blinked his pale blue eyes, waiting for them to get somewhat used to not having extra lenses in front of them. He wasn't too sure why he chose to not wear his glasses today either, they did after all make him look and feel more superior and intelligent than he usually was (and that was something he was overly proud about too). But alas, scooping up the camera with one hand he made a beeline for the door.

Where was he supposed to be meeting her again? He only just remembered that as he walked down the street leading to the Rue de Parais. Raising the hand that clutched the camera, he looked at the large black watch on his wrist, which told him he was quite a bit late. Usually he didn't make it a point to be especially tardy but - he had to allow himself a smirk - she would understand if he was oh-so fashionably late, wouldn't she? He nodded in self satisfcation as he moved on down the road, but then abruptly halted, his eyes narrowing. There she was. Late. And walking, strutting, flouncing her way to the pub, looking as if she had other things on her mind than meeting the male in question. Well she was bound to be in for a rude awakening, that's for sure. Pausing for a bit longer, he caught a breath and quickly walked to the pub and inside, his gaze instantly landing on the girl as she sat down. He looked away, urging himself to calm down and be less worked up, to be more calm and composed as he usually was in all aspects of his day. She probably couldn't see him anyway, either due to her seating position or her sense of self importance, either way he had enough time to prepare himself before act two of this play began.

Quickly, he decided to order pumpkin juice, then even more slowly made his way to where she was sitting - hesitation for a moment - before sitting down. Nox narrowed his eyes once again as he put down his drink: quite obviously of the same variation as hers, then raised them again as he turned to her. "Yours, I believe," he stated simply as he placed the camera carefully on the table in front of her before sitting back in his seat and allowing his eyes to wander elsewhere. Okay. That was the reason for their meeting. But they'd both ordered drinks for some reason, so now what? Cautiously he turned his misty blue orbs back to the brunette and her own dark brown ones, and looked questioning. Surely she was wondering the same thing as well. Surely she wanted to leave just as quickly as him as well, she obviously didn't get dressed up - he'd noticed upon observing her - just to meet him and had other places to go next. He decided the next person to speak would be her though, obviously she usually had more to say for herself than he did anyway.

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