The Mysterious Red Cloak(Henry, Open)

[Kynthia Boulais]

Kynthia had taken to wearing the red cloak all the time. She did not know where she had got it from, only that she liked red. Kynthia also had another red cloak that was actually a purple cloak stained with blood. That particular cloak brought back a bad memory however. She did not see Darius as a threat, but she hated him and avoided him. He was not a bad person but he was unstable, she had determined. He did not seem to know what he wanted, it was as though every moment was like Kynthia's fullmoon nights for him. She hadn't noticed at first, that she acted in quite the same manner at those times.

Cherry hurried out of classroom and rounded the corner quickly. She collided with someone standing just to the side of the door. Kynthia had bumped her nose good, but was otherwise un harmed. "Sorry," she spoke with her hand covering her nose making her sound funny. "I dozed off. I'll be late for class." Kynthia could not smell him while she kept her nose covered. She would not recognize Henry either. Though she found it hard to ignore him. She kept her eyes on him. "Sorry," she muttered again. Kynthia turned away finally and tried to remember which class she was supposed to attend next.

[henrycozart]

Henry walked along the corridors in an almost dragging manner. He was utterly exhausted with his morning exercise so much that he barely had enough strength to step even one his legs on the floor. He knew that he had a bad case of cramps that day on. However, what was troubling him further was the fact that he must have misplaced his favorite red cloak, the one made by his mother for his thirteenth birthday. Fatefully the week after his birthday was the week that he was turned into a werewolf. Ever since, he had taken to wearing the cloak as a form of security object.

As he rounded a corner of the corridor along the first floor, he then apparently bumped into someone. Because of his height, it was difficult for him to see who it was. He was surprised when he saw who it was; she was the one whom he gave the cloak in the forest. Now, it all made sense to him; he did not utterly misplaced it but rather he gave it to her to serve as her blanket. "Hey, sorry about that, i didn't see you," he then said, holding her by the shoulder to steady her. He then wondered whether he should tell her that he was the owner of the red cloak she was wearing. "What is your next class? I'll just walk you there, you seem unsteady," he added looking worried.

[Kynthia Boulais]

Kynthia looked down the corridor, sometimes looking at things would remind her what she was supposed to be doing. She pushed her hair behind her ear. When Henry began to speak, Cherry turned her head toward him. She did not know what he was talking about at first, even seeming to forget that they had bumped into one another. She stared at him open-mouthed as he talked. She turned back to him as he began to speak again. Her mouth turned to a grin slowly as she remembered which class she was meant to attend next. "Transfiguration!" She exclaimed before he stated that he'd walk her to class. Kynthia pulled the cloak around her shoulders a bit tighter. "Oh. Really? Well, you can come along."

Kynthia did not feel unsteady. She scratched her head through her hair softly. "Unsteady? Is that true?" She yawned softly and then laughed. "I suppose I am tired." Cherry shrugged. She gazed at Henry for a moment. He didn't seem too steady to her either. "Do you take Transfiguration?" Cherry asked nervously. "I am Kynthia by the way. Kynthia Boulais." She breathed in air through her nose noisily as she looked up at Henry. "Sorry. I bumped my nose. It's a bit uncomfortable now."

[henrycozart]

Henry was surprised when she just stared right at him, looking confused. From the looks of it, she seemed like she was trying to remember what class she was supposed to take. When she finally managed to exclaim that Transfiguration was supposed to be her next class, he nodded since he was about to go to the same class also. He then smiled as she told him that he could come along. “Thanks, it’s really fortunate that I am also on my way to the same class,” he said, regarding her with a curious look. He then saw her pull the cloak tighter on herself and wondered whether she had already taken a liking to it.

He then felt his leg go unsteady as he felt the cramps once again. Despite feeling the pain, he still managed to look at her and saw that she seemed very tired only but not unsteady. He supposed that to her, he was the one who did not look well and he confirmed this when she looked at him as though he would be the one who seemed unsteady. When she introduced herself, Henry smiled and offered his hand to her for a shake. “I’m pleased to meet you Kynthia. I’m Henry Cozart,” he then said. “Oh nice cloak by the way,” he added, looking at the cloak, thinking whether he would tell her that he was the cloak’s owner. His brow then furrowed when she mentioned that she bumped her nose right at him. “Sorry about that. Here let me put something on it,” he then said as he took from his pocket a jar of balsamic oil, poured a few drops and rubbed it gently on her nose. “There, that’s better,” he finally said, smiling.

[Kynthia Boulais]

Kynthia listened as Henry explained that Transfiguration was also his next class. Cherry was quite intimidated by the way Henry spoke, it made her feel foolish. She could sometimes be difficult to deal with but was not sophisticated by any means. She sighed and let the cloak go. She shivered as cool air filled in around her where the cloak had previously been pulled tight. "Oh. That is good?" Cherry was not sure how to conduct herself. She was quite unprepared for meeting new people. She never was overly prepared for such a task though.

Kynthia patted Henry's hand lightly when he extended it to her. She didn't realize that he meant to shake hands with her. "Henry. Oh. You could call me Cherry also. It is a little easier to say. Short for Cherish." She grinned at him. She looked down at the cloak hanging over her shoulders and laughed. "It's not mine." Cherry shrugged. "I mean, I don't remember getting it or recieving it. It's strange." She rubbed her cheek with her palm lightly before Henry rubbed the oil on her nose. She was glad that he had warned her before reaching out at her nose. She watched his finger as he rubbed her nose, causing her to go cross-eyed. Cherry closed her eyes when he had finished applying the oil. She giggled at the feeling of it. "Thank you." She returned Henry's smile.

[henrycozart]

Henry merely smiled as he closely observed her. It seemed that she was very shy around him. After all, he was a total stranger to her, a stranger who suddenly went out of his way to talk to her. For a moment, he was sorely tempted to tell her that he was the owner of the cloak she was wearing right now. However, he hesitated and decided that maybe she would be better off not knowing. After all, he gave the cloak to her, though by necessity, back at the forbidden forest. He then placed his hands over the cloak and raised it a little higher above her shoulders. “You seem cold,” he murmured after he did it. He had to admit, the cloak indeed looked really good on her.

Henry then shook her hand lightly, knowing how awkward the gesture seemed to her. It was apparent that she was not really used to meeting new people, although deep inside, he was glad for she did not seem like she was intimidated with him. He wondered whether she seemed to pay no mind with how he appeared or it seemed like…she was used to his presence. The latter possibility seemed impossible though. After all, they just met moments ago. He then listened to her on how she had gotten the cloak and as he casted a glance at it, he realized that she didn’t have a vivid recollection of the previous event that led her to have possession of the cloak. As he rubbed the balsamic oil on her nose, he watched her expression carefully and realized that she got cross-eyed though temporarily. He merely smiled back at her when she closed her eyes and giggled. And when she smiled, he felt his heart skipped a beat. He then remembered that they have to rush to their class. He then went behind her and whispered, “It seems that we’ll be late for Transfiguration. Should we move along?” he asked.

[Kynthia Boulais]

Kynthia head leaned to the left a bit. "I just woke suddenly and I didn't rest as well as I might have." Kynthia was not sure how that could cause cold, but she was sure that had something to do with it. "Thank you." As Kynthia took hold of the cloak again after Henry raised it for her, she realized that he smelled familiar to her. She was too distracted by the situation that she did not connect him to his scent on the cloak. Though she felt alot more comfortable on account of the familiarity. Kynthia had never shaken anyone's hand before. Though the concept was not entirely foriegn to her, she had witnessed her father sealing deals with a handshake. She shook his hand in return and wondered what they had traded. It seemed obvious to her that it was not a tangible object. Perhaps it was friendship? The thought brought a glow to Kynthia's smile. It also came to her mind that it might have been some lesser exchange, merely their names or nothing at all. She looked away from him as Henry moved behind her, embarrassed.

Kynthia began a yawn. She wondered if she was going to fall to sleep in the next class as well. It seemed like a very likely possibility at this point. She did not like to sleep during class, but it formed into a habit. She really couldn't do much about it though she wanted to. It was inevitable for at least two weeks of any given month anyway. She turned toward Henry and inhaled a large amount of air. "Right. I can't be late for that class again. Let us go!" Kynthia started suddenly, her legs were still weary. Her mind was a blur as she went. She cursed herself in her mind for having stay awake all night again feeling sorry for herself. "What are you going to do? I mean; after school?" Kynthia turned her head to look at Henry, the question was on her mind because she posed it to herself alot lately.