Hearts of Autumn

On what seemed like the final day of autumn, the wind was fierce and biting.

Alastor just finished training Caroline and brought her a bottle of water, hoping to keep her focused and alert from being drenched in the sun. However, she fell fast asleep under the shade of a nearby tree. Alastor cleared his throat, but Caroline remained pretending oblivious of his presence. She turned around, but he could see that she was feigning. Frustrated, he lightly trailed his fingers down her back, jolting her awake.

Caroline jolted up, startled by the touch. Her eyes were wide open, and she immediately turned to face Alastor. “What’s the deal?” she demanded, her eyes piercing his.

Alastor sat up straight and offered her the bottle of water. She accepted it with a grunt and a roll of her eyes. “Don’t give me that attitude, young lady. You’re the one who pushed me to train you,” he said.