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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] The garden → 3rd Floor Old East 
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Milo Ushkowitz ([@Angel Eyes]) 
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b] Bored → Awkward → "This is the dumbest idea." → Amused → Embarrassed 
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[center]The sound of a thick book shutting close thundered through the garden. Causing birds to fly away in different directions as one figure stayed perfectly still. Harold exhaled after watching them scatter into the night sky, [color=#FFD75B]"I really wish I had the ability to fly right now."[/color] He admitted blowing a strand of his golden locks out of his face. He slowly stood up from his trusty old chair-[i][color=#FFD75B]This poor thing will break any day now.[/color][/i]- and gently laid his novel onto the chair. It is the same one he was reading this morning and he already finished it, don't worry no spoilers. The garden at this time of day was so tranquil, all the birds gathered around as if having a family reunion, the fire flies dashed and appeared in different corners while the sound of animals conversing sounded in the distance. Still, it can get boring as hell.

Knight walked over to a small stone wall that blocked the two flower beds from combining, lifting up his right foot he stepped onto the wall. His other foot joined in and he stood on top, only going up a couple inches in height but still felt like the king of the garden. He giggled, not a sly chuckle, a giggle that sound like a toddler girl would produce after playing tea party. He covered his mouth quickly and blushed lightly the childish giggle was unexpected and pretty embarrassing even if no one else was around. Removing his hands from his mouth he moved them down to his crotch bending them and pointing his finger tips towards each other and pointed both his feet outwards. First position. Shifting his right leg out on the stone resting his toes on top. Harold raised his left arm above his head and moved his other arm behind his back. His face is still pink pigmented, if someone just passed through and glanced over they would see him in this humiliating stance. [i][color=#FFD75B]I shouldn't be doing this.[/color][/i] He dropped his arms and positioned his legs next to each other, [i][color=#FFD75B]God I'm an idiot.[/color][/i] Laughing at his own stupidity he got off the wall and stood in silence. 

He squinted his eyes and looked at the patch of lilies, [i][color=#FFD75B]Isn't there a party going on? Oh yeah...[/color][/i] He knew that the party was going to bring strife and even more problems for everyone. Why in the world would he go to something so troublesome? 'La bohème, la bohème Ça voulait dire. On est heureux....' A raspy soothing voice sang from his pocket. Harold quickly reached into his faded gray jeans and pulled out his phone reading the text he received from Milo. He inhaled and let out a sigh that was very exaggerated and obnoxious, [color=#FFD75B]"Oh mon Dieu."[/color] He spoke in French before typing his reply. 

[center][b][color=#FFD75B]To: Milo Ushkowitz
Sorry for not contacting you all day, I've run into a couple of [i]interesting[/i] people this morning. Of course I wasn't going to that idiotic party, but I guess since you're alone I'll go. I wouldn't mind seeing you in a funny costume anyway, I'll be there in a few.[/color][/b][/center]


He sent the bland message over to him and read the last part over again. [i][color=#FFD75B]What does he have to give me? He's a weird boy.[/color][/i] He chuckled and placed his phone back into his front pocket and walked over to retrieve the novel he's recently finished. Strolling over to the garden entrance he looked back at the aesthetically pleasing scenery and left the scene making his way to the Old East building. After strutting into the building and up the stairs he encountered a group of Delphina students, how could he tell? Because they were chanting [b]"Delphina rules! Mayweather drools!"[/b] Harold couldn't help but burst out laughing. His loud laughter caught their attention and they all turned to glare at him, [color=#FFD75B]" No don't mind me! Go back to your clever chant, I almost wanted to join in."[/color] He teased still chuckling. 

They ignored him and whispered to themselves, [color=#FFD75B]"Aww come on now."[/color] Shrugging then shoving through them he ignored their insults. Knight reached the third floor and grazed the floor, [i][color=#FFD75B]Wow Milo so now you're going to leave me? Nice.[/color][/i] He grumbled and saw a beautiful Asian girl who surprisingly resembled to Milo. Confronting the woman and keeping a respectable distance Harold asked, [color=#FFD75B]"Milo? Milo is that you?"[/color] Starting to giggle softly he covered his mouth and glimpsed at his dress. [color=#FFD75B]"I'm sorry, you look beautiful. It's just this was unexpected."[/color] Calming himself down he exhaled away from Milo's face. He paused and his face turned pink [color=#FFD75B]"Y-You're Milo,right?"[/color][/center]