Roses Are Red

[Selene Homatas]

Selene walked in to the garden the sun was now setting slowly. It casted a glow upon her face and she looked pretty gorgeous. She spotted what she wanted and walked over to it. She admired the rose and slowly pulled at it till it came up. She held it in her hands lightly trying to be aware of the thorns. She looked at her hands she had blood trickling down her index finger. She watched the droplet go do her finger and wiped it in the grass. She was quite bored and looking for company. Her head swerved around looking for company but she spotted no one. She wondered what everyone was up to. She collapsed in the plush green grass and looked around and then looked back to her rose. She held it up to her nose and a fragrant smell was emitting from it. She smiled lightly and shut her eyes softly.

[Yehva Moretti]

Yehva walked down the stoned pathway winding between the gardens slowly. She ran her hand lightly over the flowers as she walked, skipping the thorned roses. She blew a lock of long, light blonde hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, it seemed to have escaped her black headband. She was wearing a short denim skirt that had jagged cuts at the end, black stockings, yellow converse boots, and a loose red tank top. She had finished all her classes for today, which was odd, considering she usually skipped at least one, and was left with only a spare. She had decided to leave her homework for later, as usual, meaning she would copy off some clever little Ravenclaw later.

She exited the path through a maze entrance and headed for a bench underneath a tree. She threw her black book bag besides the bench and sat down, laying her head down on the bench and looking up at the tree. She let her long legs dangle off the side, she was too tall to lye on it properly.

[Selene Homatas]

Selene felt someone elses presence around her and she bit down on her lip and looked around. Her eyes then landed on a girl that was laying on a bench. She bit down on her lip and stood up and examined her finger one last time it had stopped bleeding. She walked over to the girl she clutched the rose in right hand that fell casually at her hip. She knew the girl was a Slytherin so she really didn't have a problem with her. She leaned up against the tree and greeted, "Hey there."

Her big brown eyes looked at the girl curiously rimmed in her thick black eye lashes. She bit down on her lip and looked around and then her eyes fell back to the girl.

[Yehva Moretti]

"Hey there."

Yehva turned her head to the side once she heard someone else speak. She swung her legs off the bench so she was sitting up straight. She rubbed her right eye, being carful not to mess up the little make up she had on. She hadn't been getting nearly enough sleep these days. If it was from drinking or smoking, she didn't know, nor did she care, really.

"Hey....I'm Yehva, Yehva Moretti.....and you are?" She asked. She thought she had seen the girl around in the halls a few times, she looked as if she was about her age.

[Selene Homatas]

She smiled and answered, "Selene Homatas."

You could tell her heritage the minute she said her name. She was Greek and she was very obviously Greek. You could tell by her features and everything. She stood up and walked around she was somewhat bored. School had been quite a drag so she had been making it fun with drinking and smoking. She examined her nails they were a bright red. She looked at the girl she had seen her in the common rooms occasionally and around school. She looked really tired she figured lack of sleep thats how most kids around here were.

[Yehva Moretti]

"Selene Homatas."

Yehva nodded. She was Greek. She could easily tell by her name, and her face gave it away easily, those eyes where the key. Yehva herself was Italian, though she didn't look it. She looked much more german, or even swedish. Long naturally light blonde hair, pale skin, and dark blue eyes weren't very Italian at all. "Ah, you're Greek?" She asked, though she already knew the answer. She tended to do those kind of things, ask useless questions that where way too obvious, or she already knew the answer too. Hey, she was blonde, and in her current state of mind, she might as well have done a gram of meth.

[Selene Homatas]

She smirked and nodded slightly and said, "Yes, and you are Italian I can tell because your last name."

She looked at the girl she really didnt look like an italian girl, no dark complexion, no dark hair. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her purse and pulled one out and placed it in between her lips and lit it, she offered one to the other girl. She asked, "You want a smoke?"

She was a chain smoker she was usually called a chimney. She wondered how everyone back home was doing, she missed her brother a lot they were very close. He was very gorgeous looking and he looked very Greek.