moles and skins

Lena walked into what is undoubtedly her favourite class of all: History of Magic. She loved the feel, she loved learning about history... she loved everything until the last detail. She hopped, skipped, jumped into the classroom, placing her bag's leather straps around the back of chair and plopping herself down on it.

Rhys wandered sleepily into the History of Magic classroom. He had stayed up to late and still wasn't wholly awake, just yet. Managing by some miracle (for him, anyway), to avoid running into the door frame, his blue eyes swept the room, coming to rest on the only other occupant.

The redhead yawned, making his way along the row of desks, he flopped down into the seat beside her. "Morning, Le," he greeted warmly.

He had done all this as though it was the most natural thing in the world... and then, he remembered that it wasn't supposed to be natural. Rhys stiffened, then decided he was too tired to be awkward. It was Lena, after all. Besides, they'd agreed to be friends.

Offering her a sleepy smile, he tugged his textbook out of his bag and plopped it onto the desk.

Lena had been reading when looked up and saw a head of red hair. She closed her book gently, and she plastered a small smile on her face. "Hey, Rhys," she replied, trying to suppress her urge to blush.

She watched him sit next to her before yawning. "Tired?" she asked, deciding to rest her head on top of the book, her eyes not moving away from the boy. It felt so weird, being apart like this. Usually they'd be hugging each other or something of the like, but it just wasn't right for them to do that, not anymore.

The blonde yawned, closing her eyes. "Do you mind just waking me up when the Professor comes in?" she whispered, moaning a little before she settled off to sleep.

"A bit, yeah," Rhys replied. He propped his chin in one hand and gazed back at her. A smile pulled at his lips as she shut to eyes to grab a short nap.

"Of course not..." he murmured softly. A hand reached out automatically to brush a strand of hair from her face before halting and settling back on the desk. Instead, he quietly watched her, ready to wake her the moment he heard the professor.

"Sleeping in class, Vorstenbach? That will be ten points from your house," Irealia said codly as she shut the door to he office behind herself. "Now," she said as she sat down at her desk. "Muggle and Wizardinng wars. That is the topic of today's lesson. You have ten seconds to earn your house points back, Vorstenbach. How closely are such wars related?" she asked the girl.