Brightest Green I've Ever Seen ||Vincent|Vannah

[Savannah Brooks]

Savannah was disgusted by the number of first and second years she discovered trotting about in the Forest. Weren’t they scared of getting caught, or even scared of what was lurking in the shadows behind there? Kids these days were far too comfortable in their own skin. It was healthy to be a little nervous, a little fearful. Vannah’s mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that she would have raised her child to be better than any of those kids if she had the chance. That had been a recurring thought over the past few years. It was something that was always on her mind. When she saw a kid act out, she would immediately think about how she would have dealt with the situation if that had been her kid, if she had been given that chance. When she sees little boys around the age her son would be, she wonders what they would look like if they were her son. Would they have blonde hair like her? Or sandy hair like their father? Would they have huge green eyes like her own, or would they be smaller and blue? Would their chin be narrow and pointed, or would they have a strong, square jaw line? There were so many questions that couldn’t be answered.

Since Savannah couldn’t seek the solace she needed in the Forest, she decided to try another place that looked abandoned. She hadn’t been in the Green Houses since her Herbology class years ago. She didn’t really have any desire to study Herbology or she would have been back sooner. Still, the plants seemed to somehow calm her. They looked so peaceful as they sat there on the tables, swaying back and forth merrily, and rustling their leaves.

Savannah walked over to a particularly appealing looking plant. The description on the card that was attached to the pot said that the plant was used most commonly in moderately complex potions for certain cures of skin-related catastrophes. The leaves were a darker green and felt velvet-smooth under the tips of her finger. The plant itself smelled like freshly cut grass and as she leaned in to catch a better whiff, the plant curled itself around her finger. Savannah tugged her finger to get it away, but the leave of the plant got tighter. “Ow!” She exclaimed, muttering obscurities under her breath.

[Vincent Mezzanotte]

Studying plants was boring, but he knew it had to be done. Taking his notebook, he made his way tot he greenhouse, taking as long as needed. Truth be told, Vincent had literally dropped out of school and took a break... for more than a year. His brother was somewhere around, he had also returned to Italy with Vincent feeling like a ear break would be fun. Italy was fine, his older brother dragged him to clubs, had forced him to 'hook up' only Vincent would apologize and leave the girl before things got too serious.

Shaking his light brown hair with his hand, he entered the greenhouse, the earthy scent relaxing his nerves. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was here to do work, Vincent would have found a good spot to just sit down and relax, but he needed to get good grades just so he could get his father off his back. Vincent didn’t noticed the girl hidden behind many plants. He leaned down taking notes of a plant and moving on to the next.

‘Ow!’ he turned to the source and quickly made his way towards what he assumed a girl in distress. Pulling out his wand, he tapped the plant muttering an incantation under his breath. The plant recoiled, sliding off of her finger. “Did it hurt you miss.” Polite as always, he had been taught well. Vincent offered his hand to see her finger. It wasn’t poisonous, but he knew the plant left a horrible mark and burning sensation afterward. “Will you be alright?” he asked again, eying her finger.

[Savannah Brooks]

Nothing said relaxation like wrestling with a plant that was hardly bigger than your foot. Not. Savannah’s attention was focused completely on the bloody plant. She was convinced that the plant was trying to swallow her whole. The harder she tugged her finger away, the more the plant grabbed a hold of her. “Little f~er.” She growled under her breath. Vannah opened her mouth again to let out a long stream of vulgar words to the plant when it let go of her. Just like that. Like magic.

Savannah pulled her hand back immediately before the demonic little flower could snag it again. She knew there was a reason she never visited the greenhouses. Her head shot up as she suddenly realized that plants don’t just stop attacking you for no reason. At least, she didn’t think they did. Herbology wasn’t her strong point and the only reason she took it was because she was required to. Savannah whipped her head around as her eyes scanned the area around her. Her eyes narrowed on a boy. An gorgeous boy, but she was more concerned with the fact that he had disrupted her. She could have taken care of herself, she was a big girl.

Savannah tried to hide the fact that it felt like her finger was about to burn and shrivel up and then fall off. She bit her tongue to keep from wincing, but it was a failed effort. She had experienced pain before, but never this kind of burning sensation. She grimaced in pain and reluctantly held out her hand for him to examine. At least he seemed to know what he was doing. “I’m fine.” She said sharply. She let her eyes drop, afraid that meeting his eyes would blow her cover. She could handle it if she really wanted to, she told herself. It was just pain, after all.

[Vincent Mezzanotte]

Vincent was amused by her reactions, her cursing and she didn’t even attempt to pull out her wand. Taking her finger in his hand, he gently tapped it with the wand. His spell wouldn’t stop the redness or the inflammation, but it would numb the pain. “Yes you are.” He affirmed letting go of her finger. He watched her carefully and stepped back giving her room. He had to admit she was beautiful. Pulling out his notebook he leaned down and took notes on the plant noting that the plant was a youngling. “You’re very lucky, it’s mother could havr had your wgole body in pain.” Yes, she was very lucky indeed.

He wondered if she was here for the same reason she was? “Herbology is a ‘fascinating’ class isn’t it.’ It was obvious he was being facetious. Vincent felt like if he were to spend a good portion of time on a class, it would not be Herbology. “I am Vincent Mezzanotte.” He added, taking note of another plant. Vincent wouldn’t look at her, he understood that some girls were very proud and would appreciate it if he were to step off. That… and Vincent wasn’t the type to go crazy over something this minor.

He looked at the girl through the corner of his eyes assessing her. Yes, she was very beautiful and had a mouth to back it up. He mentally laughed, Zane would love this one.

[Savannah Brooks]

Savannah immediately stiffened at his touch, even though she should have expected it. It was an automatic response to when anyone touched, when anything brushed up against, and when the slightest hint of a memory of that awful day popped back into her mind. There had been one time in all these years when physical contact hadn’t caused her spine to stiffen, her hand to reach for her wand, or send chills through her veins, and that was with Silver. It still seemed like some kind of dream. She knew it happened, but she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the fact that she had been the one to lean forward in an instant and kiss him. She also didn’t understand what was different about him. Why did he seem like much less of a threat than any other guy she encountered?

Remembering where she was, Savannah pulled her head out of the clouds. Of course she was fine. Even if it didn’t look any better, the burning, tingling sensation had all but vanished now. “I said I was, didn’t I?” Savannah snapped. She let her hand drop to her side clumsily. It was useless for much else at that moment. Savannah was humiliated that she had been caught in such a position that she couldn’t get herself out of, not that she would admit openly that he had saved her. To hide her humiliation, she got defensive and unnecessarily icy, but that was just the way she was.

Savannah let out a scoff at his comment about Herbology. Like hell it is! She wanted to argue, but when she saw the look on his face it was clear that he wasn’t serious. “Oh.” She said as if she missed a funny joke or something. Savannah was surprised that he introduced himself. She mostly expected him to turn and walk away like most people did. “I’m…Savannah.” She said back to him. It was proof that she did have a conscious somewhere in the black soul of hers. She could’ve turned around and walked away herself, but he was being too kind and she was still a human being who felt a pang of guilt, not that he would know she was feeling guilty. Or so she hoped.

[Vincent Mezzanotte]

Vincent continued with his notes, when she snapped at him he mentally pushed it away. He could deal with girls acting in such ways, he somewhat understood that women were beings where such things should be expected. His being a gentleman would not falter no matter how angry she got. Vincent turned to Vannah his crooked grin in place. Perhaps it was her pride, a bad day or she was like that… Vincent refused to snap back she probably had her reasons and it would not affect him. “I apologize then for any discomfort I may have caused.” He gave her a slight tip of his head, a semi bow.

It looked like she was going to stay here, so he might as well converse with her. “Even though Herbology isn’t the greatest class, the aromas from these plants are quite soothing.” He loved the earthy scent, it helped him doze off and daydream. It let him watch the stars late at night. It was all he wanted out of life, the simple things people took for granted. It was unfortunate, because to him if humans were to stop and pay attention to the simpler things there would be less stress, more stability, less chaos and in essence the more positives of life would be appreciated. Vincent was in a sense a pacifist. “Do you agree Savannah?” Her name rolled of his lips. A pretty name for a pretty face.

[Savannah Brooks]

Savannah let out a grunt in response. She wasn’t in any mood for conversation, especially now that she could feel a terrible headache coming on. It was probably from that pungent aroma coming from the plants. “It smells horrible.” She told him, looking down in disgust at the plant that had just tried to eat her. To her, the green house smelled more like mold and cardboard. It was suffocating. She didn’t find the smell of the plants soothing or even pleasant. Something in the boy’s manner wouldn’t let her bite any more, though. Could it be Savannah Brooks has formed some form of conscious during her leave of absence? She hoped not. Maybe this headache of hers had caused her mind to do something funny and this…guilt was a onetime thing. After all, she had a reputation to uphold.

[Vincent Mezzanotte]

Vincent had begun to ignore her at this point. As she had pointed out how she hated the smell he made a small sound of acknowledgement. Her lack of talking was an easy invitation for him to just get his work done and continue. The silence that came after was comforting for Vincent, for Savannah he didn’t know nor care. Looking at her from the corner of his eyes, Vincent wondered why she was still there if she wasn’t going to work or do anything. If it smelled horrible here, then she could always go somewhere where the scent was less offending. Vincent was a bit confused by women, but if he ignored Savannah long enough he was sure she’d eventually leave… Vincent did not like wasting time. Come to the last row, where Savannah was standing, he continued on his notes pausing to look up to the plant and stroking it’s leaves. The plant made a slight giggling noise and Vincent himself grinned.