Reflective Thoughts (Sarah)

Blake wondered around the castle for some time, feeling agitated and finding it hard to settle on sitting in one place. He had been so busy of late that he hadn’t had much time to himself, not that it was a bad thing. What good came of mulling over his own thoughts for too long? Still, now that he had some time to himself he decided that he might as well enjoy it. He was just finding it too hard to relax as it felt like his mind was still racing. The past few weeks had flown by and was full of exciting adventures, boring classes and new people he was struggling to keep up! Blake made his way into the grounds deciding that fresh air was the best cure for his racing thoughts.

He recalled his last few months at Hogwarts and wondered since when had he changed so much. It had seemed like he had turned a new leaf from his first year days. Since second year he had begun interacting and broadening his social group. That really hadn’t been his forte in first year, in fact he was never known for being the friendly and forthcoming child. Not that he struggled socially; he just wasn’t bothered and hated putting himself in situations which were obviously going to be forced and awkward. Not that things had changed dramatically he still fell into friendships which felt natural to him and were easy to go with the flow. He was laid back when it came to forging new friendships.

Things had changed a lot in the last year he reflected to himself as he finally settled with sitting against a tree in the garden. He never imagined things would turn out this well for him when he had gotten his acceptance letter to the school. Things couldn't have been much worse for him in the muggle world as he was close to being thrown out of school and fighting with his classmates was a weekly occurrence to him. He smiled to himself, happy with how things were turning out at Hogwarts and also happy with his decision to sit in the garden as the light breeze swept through his hair as he enjoyed the view of the beautiful and colourful surroundings.

Sarah was being Sarah. She was by herself reflecting on her couple of months at Hogwarts, but also drawin some of the flowers in the beautiful garden that the school had. She had never seen so many beautiful flowers in her life and it seemed as those they were each unique in there one ways.

Being at Hogwarts was something that she had never expected. It was truly magical and she was loving all of her classes so far except for maybe potions she found that one to be a tad bit mesy. She loved her house that she was in although she missed her sister. The people she had met there were just really nive and friendly to her. She was sitting on a bench drawing a rose as she thought of her grandmother. She knew she needed to write her soon to let her know that everything was okay.

As she was thinking this, she felt someone around her. She glanced as she saw a boy around her age and was curious as to what he was doing here in the garden.

Blake brushed his windswept hair out of his eyes as it began to cloud his vision and sighed contentedly to himself. He really should come here more often he commented to himself. All the colours mixed together really was an eye opener. There really was an abundance of flowers and plants. Some he recognised and some he didn't. He knew to stay away from the ones he didn't know. He had never known plants to be dangerous, but after Herbology he had seen how vicious they could be firsthand and he didn't feel like experiencing that.

He rose from his spot as he walked closer to a nearby  bunch of flowers and he lightly brushed his fingers off the tips of them as he walked past. He was already getting an overwhelming scent off the flowers which was brightening his mood some more.

He idly wondered what the names of the flowers were as he surveyed the rest of the garden. He spotted another girl close by and approached her quietly from behind. When he got closer he noticed that the girl was crouched over drawing. He looked over her shoulder, curious now, to see a really good interpretation of the colourful flowers that were sitting across from her. She was good, definitely better than some other people that thought they were artists in his year, namely Aoife.