Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 7:31:59 GMT -8
Every morning at breakfast, for the past three weeks, Basil King had been sending Spanish roses to a girl who had caught his eye. Spanish roses grown in his own mother’s garden to be exact. For years, Mrs. King had kept up her rows and rows of rose bushes, each and every one her pride and joy. Now, there were twenty one that were missing - stollen by their house elf, Daisy, on Basil’s careful instruction. Of course, Baz knew that his mother would be furious, but what could he do when he was so utterly fascinated by the girl to whom he had been sending them?
Delivered by his own owl each and every morning, the roses arrived promptly during the mailing hour, accompanied by a golden ribbon that echoed his fair lady’s house. It was strange, after six years of being in the same year as her, he had only just noticed the scottish dame. Perhaps puberty had set in for the young lady, or perhaps there was something larger at play. He would never know. All Baz understood was that when he looked at Elizabeth Sparks, Hufflepuff Sixth year, there was something in the pit of his stomach that seemed to awaken. No, Baz would never go so far as to say that it was something more than simple infatuation, but sometimes that was all he needed: someone to keep him occupied.
Every morning at breakfast those roses were delivered to Effy - every morning except today. Baz decided on a different approach when he woke up with the sun’s rising. Instead of giving the rose to his trust-worthy owl, he kept it, dressed for the day, and decidedly skipped breakfast (As well as his first period class, transfiguration, however, that point was moot considering he rarely made it to his early morning classes). He spent the morning milling about the corridors, rose in tow as he searched for Effy’s first period. It wasn’t until he harassed some of the younger students to tell him where she might be that he decided that he would find her in the Charms classroom. And there he headed - perching himself right on the wall outside the door, a true vision in Emerald and Silver.
Seeing her walk out of the classroom, Baz immediately pushed himself from his place on the stone wall, intercepting her pathway as he matched her stride, “Good morning, Elizabeth.” He said, grinning wickedly as he held the Spanish rose out to her. It was him revealing himself, if she had not already figured out who it was who was behind the strange gifts each morning, “I trust your morning lesson was most enjoyable.”TAG; @effyNOTES; three cheers for baz and effy ;} I am most looking forward to this - sorry if it’s a little disjointed, still getting a handle on him!