CHAPTER ONE Inextricably inevitable

The splenidid sunshine streched across the raw earth reaching into every dark, damp hole and filling it with the glorious light and heat of the sun. The picture that stretched out before her wasn't particularly picturesque but the calmness of the morning filled every inch of the body with its face pressed upon the glass, eyes glazed over as though the realisation of the real world from the dream world had not yet taken place.

The sun light crept through the room over the desk filled with books, both scholastic and enjoyable, it slithered along the walls snaking until it reached the girl whose red hair was suddenly apparent. Almost startled by the warmth she looked over her various possessions that sat scattered throughout the room, giving it a dirty feel.

She inwardly sighed although the calm exterior did not show it. A small crease appeared on her brow; the adventures of the mundane and unmentionable returning to her again.

Slowly she unwound herself from the window and wondered back to the unmade bed. She wondered if she had enough time to return to a place where reality wasn't mundane, again she inwardly sighed. Although this was her favourite part of the day the struggle was always immense to commence the walk down to the Great Hall, but she knew she would have to feed herself eventually.

The light had now filled the room, illuminating the tiny particles of dust that floated around the room, dancing with each other as if intertwined by music that no one else could hear.

Change came quietly, yet it was change nonetheless and change that was important, although sometimes invisible as well as silent. As quiet as the cancer cells which multiply within the body. As quiet as ice which wears and rots beneath its white deceptive surface or the sperm which journeys towards the womb and races to its destination without a single sound- after the screams of orgasm are no more.

Change was very personal, much like the growth of hair for some in new places while it recedes in others. There was nothing to fear from this new day, much like there was

nothing to feel from the every other day this week. A change is as good as a holiday or so the cliché goes.

The red head watched her friends slowly begin the daily routine that they had followed for so long, not daring to question it, not wanting to question it; simply happy not to have to think about something extra.

She was not anything particularly special by others standards, reasonably intelligent but not a genius, pretty but not beautiful. However she did have a spark which people rarely saw these days, a passion for argument, a desire for passion and a longing for something more.

Most people bored her sometimes they were frustrating to the point of exhaustion, petty and uncaring. Almost as though they listened without really hearing. As though when they conversed with others they are simply waiting for their turn to talk.

The beauty and quiet of the morning had gone and was replaced with the hustle and bustle that was school life; a school environment was a jungle of its own. Each with its own rules that do not appear on any piece of parchment or that were enforced by any teacher. They exist and these rules must be followed.

She turned to face her friends, with their carefully applied make-up so as not to look to eager. She replaced the pensieve look with a polite mask that revealed nothing. She had nothing to hide and yet felt as though she was being intruded upon by their mere presence. The rise and fall of the mindless chatter was instantly boring and yet she loved these people for who they really were. Not who they were when they tripped and fell on a guy, not who they were when they sat and gossiped, but for who they were when they thought no one else was around. That was when their true nature is revealed, what really makes them completely unique.

She turned away from the chatter and watched as people arrived for breakfast. One such person was eating his breakfast slowly as though reluctant to begin the day. He had the look of someone that hadn't slept much with his messy black hair that stuck out at odd angles. The hazel eyes glanced up, knowing they were being watched.

His eyes connected with hers and for a second she imagined something passed between them. Imaginary or not it took her by surprise and she found that now her hair was not the only thing that was red.

The grey eyes widened as he watched his friend fixed in a moment. He was sure that his friend was completely unaware of him at this moment, as he was transfixed. A smile crept onto his face, lighting up his handsome features and chasing away the shadows under his eyes.

He was well aware that he was being eyed hopefully by a girl at the end of the table. He stretched and ran his hands through his hair, wondering what new surprises this day would bring. He watched his friend intently for a few more moments knowing that there would be millions of thoughts running through his head.

Without a word, he took a final glance at the messy haired boy and the red head and rose out of his seat. He was reassured when he saw the red head blush and though maybe this time certain efforts would not be wasted, maybe certain pains would not be felt again.

Casually sauntering along the rows he winked at the red head, letting her know not only had he caught her staring but he knew why. The girl had seemed untouchable, pious and full of disdain, but he knew she longed for escape as though it were written all over her pale face. Somehow he understood. He understood the bored look on her face at balls and the bored look when her friends squealed or complained about boys. And yet he did not feel the need to be guarded around her, she was a private person, polite but private. He knew anything he told her would never go astray or be revealed no matter what the circumstances.

His face fell again as heard some twittering behind him snapping him out of his thoughts and into reality. The frown and the shadows returned.

He was sure his past would come back to haunt him, eventually. His mind was plagued with thoughts. He wondered aimlessly towards the quidditch pitch, with some vague hopes of flying. He picked up his broomstick and kicked off from the ground hard. He soared high, loving the feeling as the wind soared through his fair, his problems seemed to be left to the ground. As the feautures on the land became smaller and the clouds came closer he felt more alive as though he could laugh or sing or be stupid for no apparent reason at all.

He felt flying could show him many things that teachers could not, it answered questions philosophers could not. As he urged his broom fasted he noticed a red haired girl heading towards the lake. He descended with a smile playing on his lips knowing that if he stayed out any longer he would see a certain messy haired someone follow her. Not wanting to interrupt he disappeared back into the school.