Metamorphoses

"Oh really?" Morgana said. "You don't look like that," she added with a smile.
This boy striked her as kind and sympathetic, in addition to his handsome features. He looked like a man, but had still that boyish grins that must have melted a few girls's hearts. His mocha-brown skin only enhanced it all.

"Well, I enjoy a hobby here and there, and most of my classes, but nothing really bothers me" he told her "people's opinions can bring you down, so I ignore the bad ones" he smiled, leaning against the tree trunk. His darker skin making him seem to blend into the wood

"That's a good life philosophy," Morgana observed as she too sat against the large tree trunk. "What are your hobbies, if I may ask?"

"Well, football for one, and I do enjoy farming and most gardening and such, simple thing to connect with nature. I've tried writing too once or twice"

Okay, not so much in common, Morgan thought.
She nodded, though, and smiled. "Nice. I wouldn't have guessed you would like gardening," she added.

"Not many do, but I like almost anything that can get me in touch with the ground. I absolutely hate flying" he blushed a bit, knowing full well she was a quidditch player

Morgana raised an eyebrow. "You have no idea what it's like," she replied in a whisper.

She looked away for several long moments. Finally, she turned back to him. "Are you... a 'pure-blood'?" she asked.

He hesitated, but eventually he confessed the truth. "No, my mom is a muggle" he told her, wondering what would happen now as he redirected the question at her. "Are you?"

"Half-Blood," she said, shaking her head. "Mother's a witch, father's a Muggle." She smiled at him.

He nodded "ah, alright" he didn't know that his mother wasn't his birth mom, and in fact he was a half blood too. He hasn't ever questioned who he was before.

Morgana looked down, watching the environments. Two or three spiders were still there, and it was only a matter of time until they looked up and saw two appetizing teenagers, freshly arrived for dinner.

He looked around them, smiling when he saw something to help them. Carefully he began to balance on the tree branch, walking out a little bit on it

Morgana grabbed his arm and forced him back into a seat.
"Do you want them to notice us?" she hissed. "Be still."

"Do you want to get out tonight?" He questioned in return, having a plan that would hopefully get them out.

"Of course I have," Morgana said. "If things turn bad, I call my broomstick with an attracting spell and get us both out of here. The only thing is that it can be a bit risky, my broom could be seen; that's why I haven't done it until now."

He nodded, clamping up when she mentioned the broom. "I...if things get that bad I could take my chances..." He replied nervousl

She raises an eyebrow. "No, you come with me," she says. "I'm not leaving you here."

He nods "alright....if you insist. What about my wand?"

"What, your wand?"

"It dropped when you brought me up here, it's still down there" he pointed

Morgana looked down and pointed her wand at the ground.
"Accio wand!" she whispered, and his wand flew up to them. She caught it and handed it over to him. "Don't lose it again," she smiled.

He tucked it into his robes "thanks. Now what should we do? Wait until they leave?" He asked, watching the spiders

Morgana shrugs "Could take hours."

"Ell...want to talk some more?" He offers, though unsure if she was annoyed by him or not

Morgana said: "This is not a place for taking tea."

Being an animagus, she could turn into an animal, in her case, it was a flying animal. But she couldn't fly away and let him here. She pointed her wand at the school and whispered "Accio Firebolt!"