SPOILER!!: Kurumi
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sweetpinkpixie 
Oops. Had she maybe startled him from his thought process? He certainly seemed to be rather surprise that she had spoken to him, so she could only assume that this was the case.
She was just about to apologize to him and tell him never mind, but he accepted the offer and even smiled. "Great," she chirped, clapping her hands together once. This would make this in-class assignment so much easier. She wasn't sure she could write a poem to Jonathan and not make it feel forced or awkward. She much rather said these sorts of things in person, instead of through an owl.
So, fresh piece of parchment out, Kurumi set to writing the only form of poetry that she really knew: haiku.
Kurumi set her quill down and folded her arms. Okay, so maybe that had been a lot more difficult than she thought it was going to be...she really was rubbish when it came to poetry and she sort of crossed her eyes looking at what she had written. Hopefully...Vickers wouldn't laugh too hard at it. She knew it was bad...
Slowly, she lifted her violet eyes from her parchment to look at the Ravenclaw beside her and pushed the parchment towards him. Sorry, Professor Roslund. She was not going to read this in front of everyone. Vickers' eyes only as it were.
His parchment still a blank page save for the scribbles and scratched off words that littered the bottom, Vickers could feel his brow sweating up as he struggled to do something literary in an Astronomy class. He wiped the sweat with his hand, half expecting to see the moisture a faint shade of crimson. He glanced up with a jerk when Kurumi shifted her parchment to him. She's done? His eyes trailed the words scrolled across the page.... and swallowed hard.
It was a friendship prose. And a pretty good one at that. He smiled at Kurumi before whispering
"Its good. Thank you." He was getting a strange sensation at the pit of his stomach which he tried to ignore. There was a task at hand. Concentrate!
He set his quill against the parchment and looked away. He has been trying to force the words together with little success and now thought of a different tactic. He drew a deep breath, clearing his thoughts and just let.... whatever... write the words. And slowly, his quill started to scribble away on the parchment...
SPOILER!!: only for Kurumi (and ze Prof)
Look at me
Look at me with eyes the shade of the coming dawn
Can you see me?
Can you really see the hapless fool looking on?
Like a cool summers breeze you came into my life
Suddenly Iβm alive like a runaway kite
And now I stand
Blinking and bewildered as if awoken from a dream
No manβs island
Your ship has sailed and vanished in a gleam.
He stared at the words. As it was being written he admitted it was a side of him that rarely breaks the surface, his logic and reason always being at the forefront of all waking thoughts. Going it over the first time he thought it made sense.... but at the second reading it didnt make any sense at all. Plus he had that all too familiar feeling of reading something that was lame. He had half a mind of tearing up the parchment and starting over. But as he looked around the class with many of them looking to be done he bit his lip and folded the parchment several times and slipped it across to Kurumi.
"Sorry" he mumbled. For what he couldnt quite figure out yet.
He watched the Professor like a hawk. The minute the man's mouth would form the word
Dismissed he was bolting out of there like a bat outta hell.