Paradise (open)

Fabien smiled as he got out his parchment. He sat Rufus beside him because the hand he wrote with was the hand he used to hold Rufus with. He was going to write a letter to each of his siblings and his parents to tell them of the amazing times he was having at his magical school. He started the letter first to his oldest brother. Why did he have to have so many siblings? This brother liked to talk about sports. Fabien wasn't much into sports, so he couldn't really talk to this brother much. Fabien really didn't have much in common with any of his siblings besides Sara who had died.

He sighed thinking about her. He smelled the scarf he wore which still had a hint of honey suckle sent to it. Sara liked to knit by the big bushes of honey suckle flowers that were next to the lake on the farm. Sometimes when nobody was paying attention, Fabien would sneak down there to the bushes and rub honey suckle on the scarf so the scent would stay. Rufus would try and talk him out of it, but Fabien just couldn't seem to let go. Fabien smiled for the first time in a while thinking about the afternoons him and Sara would sit by the lake and just hang out and talk. This was his third year as a mute, and with Rufus.

He wondered when he was ever going to get rid of the fear of speaking and accepting what had happened, or if he was ever going to. Finishing up his letter to his oldest brother, he moved onto his parents. He told them of his teacher Professor Vega, and how lovely she was, and how much he was enjoying his Care of Magical Creatures class., and how they were learning about this tiny creature called a fire crab. It must be a wizarding creature because Fabien had never heard of such a thing. He smiled content with his letter, and folded it up. He continued to write to his other siblings, gave them visuals of the parts of the Beauxbatons castle that they would love. But, Fabien stopped dead when there was a shadow over him. He sat down his feathered pen and grabbed Rufus really fast. He was wanting to step out of his shell, but now wasn't the time.

Alberi didn't hate this school. He expected that he would but he didn't. It was nice, to learn magic. Sometimes he would go into fantasies about jinxing his old enemies back in Italy with horrible curses that they simply would hate. He couldn't wait to turn into a seven teen year old. From what the professor said, that is when they can finally do magic without having to be hunted down by the Ministry and thrown into that prison. Alakon? Alabala? Azkarof? Azkaban? Yeah, it was Azkaban, he thought. Why did they have to have the most weird names for a prison? Okay, his own name wasn't really that go... Alberi. From what his mum told him, it was something from the part of 'elf warrior' or such. Which now seemed ironic, being that he was a wizard.

Now he was trying to find some fountain place. The professor (Alberi really has to learn his name at last) told him about some nice place. It wasn't very visited, which meant that it was the perfect spot for Alberi. He hated being around people. But the nature and animals were nice. Mostly because in the city no one can see nature. And he had never been out of it. So it was interesting for him to see such places. France seemed to be more nature - oriented than Italy. So it was obviously something new for him.

The teacher left him near the place and told him where to go. Obviously, Alberi had to mix up a turn and found himself in a dead end. So he had to walk back and such. And find his way again. When he found himself to the place where the professor had left him at, he walked again, now going through the right path. The words he had told Alberi didn't leave his head. 'Make friends.' Why does he need a friend? No, actually, why would someone be a friend with Alberi Zachar? It just can't happen... When he arrived, the boy noticed another boy... And some thing. What was it, he didn't get, because the boy had grabbed it quickly. Alberi opened his mouth to try and say something. All that came out was "Er..." Smart move, Bro.