James Piper
James sat alone on a bench at the far corner of the gardens, shaded by trees. His dark hair fell messily over his face, hiding it from the outside world and his body was hunched over a book. His blue eyes scanned over the printed text of the Armed Combat textbook he was reading, trying hard to focus. But, no matter how hard he tried it simply felt like the words just weren't going on. He could see them, he was reading them, but he just couldn't concentrate on them. Instead, his mind was miles away, thinking about Belle Menova, his human protector. With her long, loosely curled blonde hair and blue eyes, her sparkling personality and ever prevalent goodwill and cheerfulness; she was like an addictive drug to James. He knew it totally forbidden, but he wanted her more than anything and the feeling when he was around her was l something no other could replicate. She loved him too, he was sure of it. But that didn't make it any less painful trying to pretend to everyone that he didn't love her.
He closed the book with slap and placed it on the bench beside him, realising there was no use and he would never get any work done for now. He resigned himself to simply gazing at the trees and allowing his mind to think about Belle, despite knowing it would only make everything worse.