 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath barely noticed the snaps he got from Professor Kenobi. He was too lost in his own thoughts to notice much of anything, and the conversation he overheard upon joining the table wasn’t helping matters. Could they please talk about something besides dying? Between the flowers reminding him of home and that subject, it was getting hard to pretend to be unaffected by all this, and coming from an aspiring actor like him, that was really saying something! He bit his lip, keeping his eyes down so as not to accidentally look at the flowers or anyone’s transparent form, and as he did, he saw Claudine’s sketch. Wow, he didn’t know she could draw like that! “Nice sketch,” he said quietly.
Then someone else Heath didn’t know - or didn’t remember that he knew - joined the table. “Hey,” he replied, forcing himself to look up; the greeting was directed at both of the other boys (MF and Kitt) at the table.
Heath blinked confusedly at the question. The only thing he could think of that was even remotely close to flower divination was the old cliche of picking petals off flowers to supposedly determine whether or not someone likes them. Was that even a real method of divination or just something muggles do when they have a crush? It sounded ridiculous, so he was going to assume the latter and keep quiet about it.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |