Summer's end, last month for any trainee mage to finish their graduation. Pagos looked longingly outside the window as the morning rays of sunshine irritated his eyes, the professor's words might as well have fallen on deaf ears since the boy was more concerned with a certain mystery that begun along the summer, flowers left at his dormstep which would freeze at his mere touch turning into frigid sculptures of affection from an unknown source, he dug through his satchel and pulled one such a rose taking in the cold sensation invading his nostrils, had he any friends they'd surely have helped uncover it all... yet he was alone despite trying his damnest to be kind and fair to all.
As the lesson ended the boy hadn't absorbed anything of use, he held himself to such a high standard that barely anyone would give him the time of day save for a certain girl of a sister class, could it be she was the one giving him such gifts? It'd be unwise of him to believe that given the fact he was unstable, his mana ports exuded energy almost constantly meaning he had to control himself in such a degree never seen. The chancellor yet held hope for Pagos that he would certainly become a great master of ice.
As the day drew to a close the students were brought to the great ballroom where they'd choose their partners for the final exams, many friendships, many couples all varied and even exotic, Pagos grew ever so nervous with all around him and afraid he'd never be chosen, the steps he took so hurriedly to exit the premises laced with a mortal cold that would eat away at the wooden floor, suddenly someone emerged from the crowd with her hand high up in the air, her verdant locks wrapped into twin tails adorned with two beautiful crimson roses, her freckled skin reflecting even the dirtiest of looks, a friend called to her in an insipidly dismissive tone "Loulou! He's not worth it! He's just a maestro!", the girl gazed upon her friend who mistakenly spoke for her and threw seeds at her dress that sprouted into rose bushes tearing the fabric apart, with a loud commanding voice Loulou said "I spent the year letting people like you trample my garden, forgetting the most beautiful flowers grow at the harshest places, no longer!"
Loulou rushed outside with a determined visage, she searched room after room growing more and more nervous with each step until a sudden realization, her speed was immeasurable as grass grew in her wake breaking the floors, upon reaching the rooftop she saw Pagos hanging on the ledge's guardrail, the metal had clearly reduced in size due to the massive temperature drop, without hope he longingly stared into the abyss "DON'T DO IT PAGOS!" But he had already let go... Something grasped his hand, some vine that turned into ice the moment it touched him and with a voice low and echoing he inquired "You know my name?" Without faltering she answered "I've observed you for so long! You maybe moss to the others... But to me you're the most beautiful poppy, please don't do this". Pagos used his magic to slide back into the rooftop where Loulou hugged him tightly, he didn't know this feeling but still hugged back, she extended her hand and he hesitated... His touch was cold, but she didn't care, Loulou danced with him, flowers grew in her steps and the snow fell.