The hunger within (open)

Rosaline walked around the castle. She bit her bottom lip gently as she passed people. The scent of their blood meeting her nose and she had to fight back the urge to attack and take every last drop of blood they had to offer. She took a few deep breaths and continued walking. She found herself out by the lake. Luckily it was after sun set, no worrying about burning.

James had been walking through the grounds to try to keep his mind off studying. He began to slowly understand why his brother, Albus, couldn't exactly stand being the chosen one's kid: expectations. The Gryffindor found it rather unfair how he was pressured to be like his father in quite a few ways, especially since he happened to resemble him quite a bit. He decided to sit by the lake and stare at the dimmed sky. Sighing, James took out a notebook and began to write down his thoughts hoping nobody would yank it from his hands and try to read it.

Rosaline was sitting in a tree hovering over the chosen ones son. James. She took a deep breath and smiled as the scent of his blood hit her nose. She growled softly from deep down in her chest as she fought back the urge. It was so strong and she wanted it. She leaned forward a bit more and suddenyl she was falling from the tree. She quickly flipped so she landed on her feet as to not injur herself. She immediately looked up and came face to face with the boy. No, not the boy, James.

Hearing somebody fall out of a tree, James looked towards the source of the noise."Um, are you okay?" he asked out of concern. He knew that falling out of tree could be rather painful, especially if up high.

Rosaline looked up at James and blushed a bit which was odd for her since she was half vampire "Im fine. I tend to land on my feet." She said before standing up and moving her hair out of her face. The wind blew around them and she was met with the scent of his blood. She took a deep breath and biot her lip to try and control herself

"You tend to land on your feet? That seems rather unusual if i have to be honest..." For once, James could say that he knows, or at least met, somebody that seems to be able to land just like a cat. "So, what were you doing up in that tree?"