Thanks again, for the good reviews! Writing makes me even happier when I know people are enjoying it.

Also, I think I should explain something, in case anyone doesn't know what a vignette is. A vignette is just a small bit of a story rather like a snap shot. They can add up to make a story (and they will!) but each piece isn't necessarily a story in and of itself. Sorry for any confusion with the title. I suppose I should have just said ficlets or something but its not quite the same thing...

Anyway, less talk, more fiction!

-Daphne

Rose pressed down her pen, a small circle of ink welling up underneath it. Normally Rose didn't space out in class but Rotwood's lectures could put a hyper two year old to sleep. Instead she was doodling, this way at least she looked like she was taking notes. She drew a long stemmed rose in the margin, careful to detail the thorns, and two perfectly styled leaves. She liked drawing roses, it was her doodling signature in a way.

"Mr. Long, are you paying attention!" Professor Rotwood's voice boomed over the class, bringing Rose to attention as well. She looked over at Jake. He faked a confident smile.

"Of course I was, Mr. Rotwood."

"That's Professor!"

"Right, sorry Professor Rotwood." Jake cringed slightly.

"Now what was I just talking about?"

Jake took a deep breath. Rose kept watching him. There was something weirdly fascinating about him. It was something in the way he moved and smiled. Mostly it was something about his attitude, the way he was over confident but not annoying.

"You were saying something about mythical creatures?"

"Wonderful. Now what kind of mythical creatures?"

"Uh, dragons?" He guessed, his voice breaking a little. So cute, Rose thought.

"And what about dragons?" Professor Rotwood paced back to his desk and hit it loudly with his ruler. Everyone in the class jumped.

"Um, you were saying how every culture in the world has dragons and that they're always really good guys and really killer awesome?" Rotwood's face didn't move. "And handsome!" Jake added grinning broadly.

Inwardly Rose recoiled at this. He didn't know dragons like she did. But everyone laughed when Jake said "And handsome!" and she did too. It was pretty funny the way he said it.

"No, Mr. Long!" Professor Rotwood hit the desk again with his ruler. "That's detention for you again! Tonight!"

"Aw, man." Jake slunk back in his seat sullenly.

"Dragons, are not always nice. In fact in many cultures their not. In Europe particularly, they are associated with the devil..." Rotwood drowned on. Jake glanced over at Rose and she realized that she was still looking at him. She smiled a little and her cheeks turned faintly pink. She quickly turned her head back to her doodling.

She did, notice, however, that Jake had smiled back and her heart was, ever so slightly, beating faster.