[Lawns] Hills of Winter

[Abigail Louis]

(ignore the title, i didn't know what to call it)

Hills of winter spread far into the distance. Everything covered in snow. One could hardly take a step without hearing the crunch of the snow below. But she was used to it; it was normally cold back in Russia. The cold winter's wind slapped across Abigail's face as she wandered the endless sea of white wonder. Confusion had struck her about an hour ago, when she first left the large school. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be at some Greenhouse, or some other class right now. Or an hour ago. Heck, it could be forever ago, she had lost track of time.

Her hands were numb, and her face flushed from the cold. Rubbing her hands together, she looked around, finding no other person about. "Of course.." She mumbled to herself, frustrated by now. She knew no one would come looking for her, for she had just transferred here recently. No one knew her, and if they did, they probably heard it from some sort of rumor. But she hadn't been there long enough for a rumor to be started, so that would just confuse her.

Turning around, she looked for the Castle, deciding to turn it in while she still had that conscious thought in her head. But, as she wheeled around, looking in all directions, she couldn't tell if the things in the distance were the Castle, the Pitch, or the village. 'Maybe I should've had a map drawn or something?' Abby thought, silently cursing to herself, as she rubbed her hands together again.

The Wizarding school back in Russia was nothing compared to Hogwarts. This place had to have millions of acres, while the one back in her old country, had only a few. Then again, her house was small too. But that was because they lived Lower Middle Class, and the five bedroom house held nine people. Everyone but her mom had to share a room, which of course made the children jealous. Their newer home in England had seven rooms, but Abby and her cousin, Margret, had to share a room, because they were the youngest.

Margret was four years younger then AJ; an eleven-year-old annoyance. Abby would've much preferred sharing a room with her older sister, Ami, then with Margret. But Ami had insisted that she get her own room, seeing as she was the oldest of the three girls (Abigail, Ami, and Margret, that is) She was stuck in the middle between the two, Ami being four years older, and Margret being four years younger. Audric was two years older then her, and he got his own room. The whole room thing had upset all the children. In the end, Uncle Dave sorted it out, having Alric, Audric, Ami, and Frank have their own rooms, and Margret and Abby sharing one. Of course, the two sharing the room weren't the slightest pleased with it, but they tolerated it.

Getting back into reality, she could no longer feel her toes. Frowning, Abigail decided to take the far left thing in the distance. Trudging through the snowy ground, she could swear she could hear a separate pair of feet making contact with the snowy ground. Nonetheless, she ignored it, determined to get back in the castle before she herself was a snowman.
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[Gray Deluca]

Eugh.

Gray would not say that he hated winter, but he wouldnt say he really liked it either. It was just one of those things, annoyed the hell out of him mostly, you couldnt really cause much havok outside if you left a footprint snow trail now could you? Basically, this Hufflepuff found winter dull and boring. Pretty to look at sure, but when it comes down to it, what good comes of it? Slippy areas which you could break your neck on, mush when the snow starts to melt, the cold biting chill of the winters wind. Seriously, what was there to like about Winter.

And dont even get him started on Christmas sheesh!

He supposed in a way, Christmas was good. He usually spent it with Leo and Isabel, though therin lies his biggest problem. Isabel at Christmas time, not a good combination, she was like the Nazi of Christmas! Everything had to be perfect and it winded up being more of a chore than the fun it was supposed to be. Gray used to try everything to ease her out of it, one year, Leo got the wrong type of Christmas tree. It was too short, or didnt have enough branches, one of the two he couldnt quite remember.

So Gray used to think it was cute.

When they were twelve.

No surprise he was avoiding the Nazi of Christmas as she was pestering him about presents, asking him if he'd gotten them all yet, what he was wearing, what he was eating first. Sheesh. He had left her with Leo so he could have some peace and quite from the Nazi. That was what Izzy was known as over Christmas, the Nazi.

So Gray had wondered outside, of all places. He had only just stepped onto the stairs when he slipped. Managing to catch himself with a small, "Whoa!" He looked around, nobody in sight, which ws good as nobody would have seen him nearly make a complete prat out of himself. Again.

Slowly, and rather gingerly, the brown haired lad stepped onto the snow, feeling it crunch beneath his feet and feeling himself cringe. Where the hell'd that come from? he wondered silently as the cringe had taken him by surprise too. Well you couldnt sneak around out here, that was certain, the crunching was quite loud so you were easily heard a mile off!

Gray stopped for a moment, almost certain there was someone else outside but him. Though who, bar himself, would be crazy enough to come out here and freeze to death. At least Gray Deluca had a reasonable excuse. Though he kept on walking as the sounds of footfall seemed to be getting closer to him, in no time, he could make out the silhouette of someone else. Smiling broadly as he realised who it was. The shy girl. He had seen her in the common room, but Gray never associated with people who seemed shy. Maybe I'll have a stab at making her not so shy! He thought stupidly to himself as she was literally on top of him now. Well not literally, but in eye contact distance.

"Abby right," Gray beamed, "The new girl. Gray Deluca, what on this silly planet brings you out here on such a freezing cold... afternoon?" Okay, so more formal than he had planned. But nevertheless, it worked for him.

[Abigail Louis]

The sound of crunching snow was still getting louder, and she knew very well it wasn't coming from her feet. She had been watching her feet as she walked, and they didn't match the sounds of the other crunching. A voice startled her as the sound grew louder. Looking up, she saw another person, standing before her. Abigail recognized the face, for she'd seen him around the common room. And when he had said her name, she was in shock.

"Er.. Yeah." She said quietly, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. It wasn't that she was afraid of Gray -whom she just learned the name of now- it was just that she'd always been shy. Never being able to talk to people without looking at her feet or blushing for no reason. Her mother was quite upset with this, considering for the first four years of Abby's life, she never really spoke. It worried Sierra, making her think she had a mute for a child. But, by the time she turned six, she finally started talking more, relieving her mother's fears.

'Afternoon already?' She thought, astounded. Shrugging, AJ looked down at her feet. "I thought I had to go to some green house.. Or some class inside.. I don't remember." Yet another quiet statement from Abigail. It was a wonder people were about to hear her, considering she was so quiet. She glanced up at Gray, and gave a half-hearted smile, before looking at her frozen hands. Why did she have to be so damn shy?[/color]

(eh.. couldn't think, sorry.)