people are strange {augusta}

[landonrooney]

The Quidditch Pitch had always been a place of relaxation for Landon. If he was lucky enough to catch it when no teams were practicing, the empty vast space was deathly quiet. He had long ago discovered that he was most likely to find the pitch deserted during the early hours of a weekend morning. He had always naturally woken up early. He blamed this on the fact that when he was younger, his bed directly faced a window which, for some reason or another, had never been given a curtain. As soon as the sun hit his face in the morning, he couldn’t exactly sleep through it and was forced to surrender his sleep. After habitually waking up with the sun for nearly eleven years, the habit stuck with him, even inside the dreary dormitories of the Slytherin dungeons where sunlight never shone. Which is exactly why he was awake at eight in the morning on a Saturday while most students were still curled up in their beds enjoying the pleasure of sleeping in.

As his hazel eyes scanned the empty pitch, he wondered if he’d ever play Quidditch once he left school. As much as he enjoyed the sport, it really held no future for him. He wasn’t talented enough to actually make a name for himself professionally nor did he really want his name to be remembered for playing a sport. There were far more worthy actions to be famous for, much more important than the ability to throw a ball through a hoop. It had always bothered him how much Quidditch players got paid. They were simply paid for entertainment purposes, nothing they were doing was truly worthwhile. And at the same time there were hardworking wizards and witches busting their asses at the Ministry and barely getting a tenth of what those players received. It was rather disturbing to him but he’d long ago decided that the general society had a warped view on what was important.

But there was nothing he could do about it, at least not now. He turned his attention skyward, noticing the overcast skies. He enjoyed that far more than the sunny weather which most people seemed to appreciate. There was something beautiful about the gray sheet which blanketed the sky, only allowing small slivers of sunlight to peer through. He simply sat and stared for a moment, allowing his mind to clear. Sometimes he allowed himself to get so carried away with his own thoughts that he nearly forgot about his surroundings completely. It was a fortunate habit when he was stuck in a boring class; he was able to effortlessly separate himself from the drone of the professor along with the humming all of the whispering students created. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his school work, he had just picked early on which classes were important to him. Charms? That surely wasn’t one of them.

Then it hit him out of nowhere. The muscles in his calf and foot began to cramp torturously. He hadn’t had a charlie horse in months, perhaps that’s why he screamed out in agony or maybe it was just the surprise of it all. Either way, he was bent over after one loud scream, hugging his calf muscle and just waiting for the pain to slowly ebb away.

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[augusta]

this is the rescue, the rescue
THE REASON I'VE BEEN HOLDING MY BREATH EVERY NIGHT
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[/color] With that, she took long strides out of the general common room. She was mighty proud of herself for handling the situation so calmly, but couldn’t help wishing that she could’ve made just one biting remark back, one she just came up with.

Augusta could never think clearly in those moments. Her face was red, therefore pressing a pale and cool palm to her cheek. She came to the entrance doors, many people were coming in for dinner. Oh she was full, fed up with anger. She marched on out, getting curious stares from a few people around her. Augusta kept wandering aimlessly outside, gulping in fresh air. It was only about ten minutes later that she realized she was heading for the quidditch pitch. Augusta groaned. Great, she was totally in the mood for flying bludgers. She shared her father’s dislike for the dangerous sport. But that only went for playing it, she loved watching it though. Even if she was paranoid throughout the game. As she neared the pitch, she realized there was no team practice held at the moment. She stopped and stared at the great patch of land incredulously. It was her lucky day, surely. A grin grew on her face as she started to relocate herself to the lower stands.

The only reason why she liked to come here randomly was because, first of all, it reminded her of those Shakespearean theatres. And second, it just felt great to be there. The air seemed so much more alive in this area. Augusta looked at her empty hands and sighed. If only she had a book or something. Preferably a play, her imagination would depict the scenes down on the pitch. She was just about to sit on a bench when she spotted a boy who’s back was facing her, clutching his leg. A cry echoed around, he sounded very much pained. Did he fall from his broom? And what on earth was he doing there anyway? It was a Sunday morning, and he was all alone. She scanned the area around him, in search of a flying device. Augusta sucked in cold air as she didn’t see anything suspicious. She started to make her way towards him. The boy had blonde hair, but that wasn’t really anything very obvious. There were a lot of blondes at Hogwarts.

But the style reminded her of a certain Slytherin. Was that the Rooney fellow? The same person Sophia had pointed out the other day. And the same person who was in her Potions class? She was suddenly nervous. People judged him as a cocky and reserved boy. What if he didn’t want her help? Her conscience was telling her to help him though, there was nothing else she could do. When she was about five feet away from him, she stopped and braced herself. Her meekness kicked in and she stepped around him carefully, facing him. She crouched down shyly, then sitting in a cross-legged position, looking at his expression concernedly. He was clutching his calf specifically. Her blue eyes widened, a little hesitant. “A-are you all right? What happened?” Why on earth did her voice sound so shaky? Rooney, she didn’t know his first name, didn’t intimidate her…did he? Nobody really did. People just misinterpreted her quiet nature as ‘afraid’. Shy, surely; but definitely not scared. Augusta waited for his reaction, holding her breath. [/size][/ul]

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Why he'd gotten a charlie horse was beyond him. Normally he only got one after strenuous exercise and he'd done nothing out of the usual to bring this on. He'd had Quidditch practice the previous day but that had done more work on his arms than his legs. It was just one of those cruel acts of nature which came randomly and for no reason whatsoever. The pain was starting to go away, slowly but surely. He was now embarrassed by his yelp of pain but thankfully there hadn't been anyone who had witnessed his moment of weakness. Or so he had thought, anyways.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a blond girl appeared at his feet, sitting with her legs crossed and looking at him as though she was worried about him. After looking her over for a moment, he finally recognized her. She was the girl whom Sophia was always around, her best friend. He wasn't really all that close to Sophia, the two had grown up together but Landon was pretty sure Sophia had some sort of crush on him. She was always stammering in his presence and just looked nervous. He normally saw girls act like that around people they liked, so he could only assume that she held similar feelings towards him. He wasn't really sure why that was. He was never really rude to her but that didn't necessarily mean he was exactly kind either. He treated her much more like an acquaintance rather than a friend.

But now the name of the girl in front of him was escaping his mind. He knew that he'd heard Sophia say her name before but he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was something like...a month maybe? October? Ah, he didn't really know and even though he was telling himself he didn't really care what her name was, he still couldn't help but be curious.

Her concerned expression was enough to throw him off. Why was she looking at him like that? She didn't know him and if she did, it was by name and face alone. He figured Sophia must have mentioned him to her best friend, especially if she had the crush on him which he feared she did. But still, why would someone be concerned about another person whom they'd never even met? Had his cry of pain honestly been that pathetic sounding? Admittedly, he was embarrassed she had heard that. But of course, he never let that emotion show through his passive facade.

He could have been a jerk, much like he was most of the time, but he found himself unable to do so. Why? He wasn't really sure. The shakiness in her voice alarmed him. Why was she acting so nervous? Was she intimidated by him? Or like her friend, did she have some sort of crush from afar? He sincerely hoped not. "I just got a charlie horse," he replied casually. "Nothing to worry about," he added, stretching his calf muscle out now that the pain had finally managed to disappear completely.

Normally, he probably would have just walked away from the situation. But he decided that would have been rude. She had actually looked concerned for his well-being after all. Deciding to make small conversation he asked, "You're Sophia's friend, right?" He already knew the answer to that, obviously. He was just hoping she'd offer her name. Just to insure that she would do so, he added, "I'm Landon, by the way." He hated introducing himself as 'Landon Rooney,' it just sounded pretentious.

He quickly looked over her once. She was rather good-looking. He'd always had a thing for blonds, so that was a plus for her. She had an innocent sort of look about her, which was also kind of attractive. He was used to the girls who normally crashed the party scenes; the ones who were a little trashy (if not completely so) and thrust themselves onto males so desperately that it was really unbecoming.

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[augusta]

this is the rescue, the rescue
THE REASON I'VE BEEN HOLDING MY BREATH EVERY NIGHT
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[/I] uncomfortable under his gaze. He seemed to be confused at her reaction. Well…it was a typical instinct of hers. Perhaps he didn’t really need her there? Didn’t want her there? Augusta made no move to get up, unsure of what to make of the situation. She tried to relax her tense figure as he spoke. A charlie’s horse. Oh, didn’t a friend of hers get that on a regular basis? She grimaced as he stretched his leg. “Ah…those are painful right? I don’t think I remember the last time that happened to me.” She admitted, looking at her hands. Oh! He played Quidditch didn’t he? For the Slytherin team, well, it wasn’t too late to realize that. But she still didn’t know his first time, which made her feel a little guilty. Names were about the only thing Augusta remembered clearly at all times…not knowing his made her uneasy.

"You're Sophia's friend, right? I'm Landon, by the way."

She looked up, surprised that he’d made an effort to introduce himself. It actually helped the awkward scenario, from her view of course. “Yeah…maybe that’s why you look a little familiar,” she choked at the end of that last statement, “I mean like, you guys grew up together right? I’m…Augusta…it’s uhm, nice to meet you.” Oh great. She’d never been the very ‘social’ person of the group. She didn’t like to talk, most of the time. Her awkwardness had to kick in somewhere, at least it was over. Maybe she could focus on being herself more now. He didn’t include his last name so she didn’t bother either. Her surname sort of took people by surprise usually. Being a Hufflepuff caused a little confusion as well. Landon would probably think less of her after finding that out. Well, only if he were like those superior Pureblood families and believed in their ridiculous ideals.

A piece of shoulder length hair was making its way for her mouth, and she brushed it behind her ear. A few seconds of silence gave her time to really look at him. Luckily, Augusta didn’t take in physical qualities at first. Landon was…a handsome bloke. But what did that mean? Most girls would probably swoon in his presence, she was guessing. His cool demeanor was respectable, but he could still be some egotistical jerk she’d yet to meet. There were a lot of those type of guys running around Hogwarts these days. However, Augusta sincerely hoped he was not. Wait a minute, why did she even care? Why on earth was Landon making her behave like a spine-less girl?[/size][/ul]

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[landonrooney]

Landon thought she seemed a bit uncomfortable, though he couldn't be completely sure of that. He often provoked that sort of reaction from his peers, however he'd never really been sure why that was. Normally when he first met someone, unless they were first or second years or something along those lines, he didn't try to intimidate people or whatever he did to make them uncomfortable in his presence. He knew he wasn't the friendliest person in the world but he'd never really seen himself as someone who came off as scary, and he'd heard he was a couple of times before. Landon attempted to soften his gaze, directing it towards the ground rather than on her. He wasn't entirely sure what was coming over him right now. Normally he would have dismissed a random stranger who had seen him during a moment of weakness but he found that he had really no desire to do so. Maybe it had been the concern in her eyes, the concern for a nearly perfect stranger, that hindered him from leaving the situation. Maybe he actually just desired a friendly conversation. Whatever the reason was, he found himself rooted to his seat.

He was slightly ashamed that he couldn’t remember anything about her. He’d heard about her before, nothing really specific however. Sophia had mentioned her, as a best friend and had even mentioned random stories about her. Sophia never really spoke around him much, aside from stammering bits of information about herself which weren’t exactly relevant to their conversations. He had always been confused as to why Sophia would have a crush on him, he'd never exactly done anything to provoke those sort of feelings from her. He hadn't ever really been mean towards her, other than the normal childhood 'I'm a boy, you're a girl, I'm superior.' But that was normal kid stuff, Landon was sure of it. Despite growing up together, he wouldn't necessarily consider Sophia one of his friends, at least not a close one. When they had been forced to be around each other, like family gatherings and such, they could get along to some degree. Though they never really had deep conversations; it was all really just small talk and attempting to fill the silence with noise.

He couldn't help but smile slightly at her words. Of course they were painful or he wouldn't have been screaming out in pain. But he didn't really want to focus on his moment of weakness; vulnerability was never flattering. "Yeah, they're pretty painful," he replied, feeling as though his answer was rather short. Attempting to keep from sounding rude he added, "But the worst part is how it just comes out of nowhere. I was just sitting here and BAM, charlie horse attack." If he had time to brace himself for a charlie horse, he was sure he would be able to handle them a lot better. He really wasn't one for surprises, even if they were pleasant ones like a birthday party or something. He just hated them, he liked to know what was coming his way.

Augusta. He knew it had been close to a month. He made a mental note to actually remember her name this time. She was a little, well, awkward to say the least. She wasn't acting nearly as bad as Sophia but he could already see how the two of them were friends. It wasn't that he thought of himself to be particularly suave or casual in conversation, he could be awkward sometimes, but growing up with his parents he'd pretty much had to learn how to talk to just about anyone. Their dinner parties were always full of friends who were 'good-connections' and Landon was always forced to talk to them or their children. "Nice to meet you too," he replied. "But yeah, we kind of grew up together. Our parents were friends and everything so we were sort of you know, forced to hang out with each other from a very young age," he commented. Only in hindsight did he realize that he hadn't really painted his relationship with Sophia in a very flattering light. He realized he had sounded slightly rude and arrogant.

"So what are you doing out here, anyways?" he asked, keeping his tone light. "Do you fly?" He asked curiously. He knew the players on the Quidditch teams and knew she didn't fly for the Hufflepuff team. But just because someone didn't play Quidditch didn't mean they couldn't enjoy flying around every now and again. He assumed that was the only reason most people would come out to the pitch unless they were like him and just found it a quiet place to think.

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[augusta]

this is the rescue, the rescue
THE REASON I'VE BEEN HOLDING MY BREATH EVERY NIGHT
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[/color] She commented absently. Surprises took you…by surprise. Those were not fun. Augusta was the type of person who’d open her presents secretly before Christmas Day and then wrap it all up again. Maybe it was her obsessive curiosity. Hm, maybe.

"But yeah, we kind of grew up together. Our parents were friends and everything so we were sort of you know, forced to hang out with each other from a very young age."

Perhaps Sophia was not exactly his cup of tea? Well, each person to their own tastes. She felt a little defensive at this last statement nevertheless. Then again, would a guy like Landon get along with Sophia properly? If they both tried, maybe yes, but they didn't look like they liked each other too much. Augusta shrugged off the little thought as she concentrated on what he said next. Landon asked if she flew. She felt pressured to say that she did...which wasn't completely a lie. She had a broom at home but only flew it when angry or impulsive. Otherwise, she wouldn't touch the thing. Her father shared her fear of flying, her mother was more all right with the sport. "Dear lord no," she blurted out, "like there's nothing wrong with flying, it's perfectly fine, same with Quidditch. I'm just not too fond of heights. I've never been, I had a bit of a traumatic experience when I was younger. I can barely go to the mountain range without feeling a bit woozy."

This was what Augusta had been dreading. The rambling would never go away, would it? It ruined her social life. Luckily, many people found it friendly and light, but some found it annoying and uncalled for. Which it was. Telling Augusta not to talk on and on was like telling a rock to move. Which wouldn't, unless you did it yourself. It was the same case here, she wouldn't stop talking unless you taped her mouth shut, or boldly tell her to shut up. Both weren't very nice, and many didn't attempt it. "I like this place because...well...it's just a lovely place to be isn't it? It's easier to breathe here, and it's so spacious instead of those crowded courtyards. It's like a bigger version of the medieval Globe Theater. Much bigger of course." Augusta admitted her reasoning quite freely. For some reason, she felt like she could share these embarrassing thoughts with him. Hopefully he wouldn't laugh at her ideals. "All in all, it's just a convenient place to reflect upon random thoughts. You play Quidditch right? I think I've seen you play for Slytherin. Sorry if I'm wrong, it's just hard to recognize flyers in action." She finished shyly. [/size][/ul]

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[landonrooney]

Landon couldn't help but notice the corners of her lips twitching. Was she fighting back laughter? What was funny about the situation? He couldn't think of anything that would have induced laughter from her. He probably wouldn't have noticed her slight facial movements if he hadn't been paying such close attention. Only moments before that Landon had taken note of her eyes and their striking shade of blue. He always paid close attention to people his eyes, mainly because he thought his own were rather boring. Though curiosity got the best of him and he soon blurted out, "Something funny?" Usually he had much better control of himself, he hardly spoke without thinking but sometimes things happen. Despite himself, a hint of a smile lingered on his lips.

To be perfectly honest, Landon wasn't one hundred percent sure why he was continuing this conversation. He could have easily walked away, much like he normally did when faced with unforeseen interaction with someone he didn't even know. There was something about her which intrigued him and that was a feat in itself. Normally he was much too preoccupied with himself to really find other people to be all that interesting. Perhaps it had been that initial look she had given him, that look of concern like she actually gave a damn whether he was in pain or not. He wasn't really used to that sort of empathy, even from his friends. And for her to offer her concerns to a nearly perfect stranger said something about her. He chuckled at her comment, mainly because he'd been thinking almost the exact same thing. "Yeah, I completely agree with you on that one. I hate surprises. I would much rather have some warning, even if its something inconsequential like a birthday party or something," he replied, giving off more information about himself than he had initially intended.

Landon usually offered very little information about himself, especially to someone he hardly knew. It wasn't that he was trying to be mysterious or aloof but he didn't feel the need to share his thoughts with most people, unless he found them to be the trustworthy sort. He generally asked more questions than he answered. Asking questions about whomever he was with was his method of avoiding conversation about himself.

He felt a little guilty for saying what he had about Sophia but it was the truth. Honesty was always the best policy, right? Though he probably could have phrased it in a nicer fashion. It wasn't that he necessarily disliked the girl, she seemed nice enough. They'd just never really been able to connect on anything. And once he figured out that she probably had a crush on him, well that just made things worse. Maybe if she didn't stammer and blush all the time they could have turned out to be friends but for one reason or another, it seemed as though friendship had evaded them. It seemed that everyone who disliked flying only did so because of a fear of heights. He'd never heard another reason for it. Landon got an adrenaline rush out of it. Nothing compared to flying. "Traumatic experience, huh? Must have been pretty scarring if you don't even like flying. It's the greatest thing in the world," he replied with a short laugh. Curiosity struck once again. "What happened?"

Now that they had gotten over the awkwardness of being two people who hardly knew each other, she seemed to be much more conversational. It was interesting to see that she had easily gotten over the uncomfortable feeling she seemed to have experienced before. For some reason, people generally were uncomfortable around him, at least people outside of his own house. He knew he probably appeared distant and aloof, and to some extent he was, but he only actually tried to intimidate only a few people. The medieval Globe Theater? What the bloody hell was that? Confusion played across his face momentarily. Was it some sort of muggle thing? He wasn't very well educated about the world of muggles. "The medieval Globe Theater? What's that?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't find him daft for not knowing. "But yeah, it is a nice place to collect your thoughts. At least sometimes. I've found out that it really only works for me during the mornings on weekends. Most people are still asleep, so I don't have to worry about a bunch of people being out here," he added conversationally. Hopefully she wouldn't take that to mean he preferred to be alone. He was actually enjoying her company. He chuckled lightly, "No reason to apologize. Its hard to point out people when you only see them flying around. I do play on the team. I'm a Chaser." He felt as though he sounded as if he was bragging. He normally came off as arrogant, which normally didn't bother him but he didn't really want her to see him in that light. "So, even though you hate to fly, are you a fan of watching Quidditch?"

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[augusta]

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Dammit. He noticed, and plus, he remarked upon it. Augusta studied his expression before a grin spread across her lips. He didn't seem to be angry, in fact...his lips held a potential smile as well. Did it? She fell into nervous laughter, while shaking her head. "Oh not exactly. I have this horrible habit of laughing randomly. Most times, the situation doesn't even happen to be the least amusing." Biting on her lower lip, she tried to steady her voice. "A lot of people find it annoying. But I really can't help it. Tense situations, note I said tense not serious or solemn, can be perfectly ridiculous. I'm always trying to find an excuse to laugh. My dad has always said I smile way too much. I can never keep on a straight face. Not unless I DON'T put my mind to it. If that makes sense..." She was rambling. Then again, it WAS Augusta Longbottom talking. Landon didn't know that...if he did...he should know then! Everybody knew of Augusta's ramble-mouth. It wasn't so embarrassing now though, everybody got used to it and some didn't even mind it in the first place. She felt a bit more brave with Landon all of a sudden. Hopefully this trust wouldn't be taken advantage of.

"Yeah, I completely agree with you on that one. I hate surprises. I would much rather have some warning, even if its something inconsequential like a birthday party or something."

Augusta nodded understandingly. She didn't comment however. She didn't really know what to say without making herself seem vulnerable. Being afraid of things coming at you, did sort of make you look and feel sort of defenseless. Augusta was not weak. Jumpy and paranoid fit the picture perfectly. She felt sort of awkward, not saying anything. "I think I'm rather scared of surprises. I've heard heart attacks are fatal." She smiled a bit. Augusta sincerely hoped the awkwardness wouldn't come back again. Situations like these depended on the people conversing. It would be uncomfortable if you made it like that. Judging on the impression she had of Landon of moment, she would say that he was quiet and rather reserved. Augusta never really had conversations like these. Especially with Slytherins, who only bothered to jeer or chastise. She sort of liked this. Not like those bubbly and hyper-active Hufflepuff girls she had to deal with on a daily basis. They also happened to be gossip central. Augusta noticed that Landon was not sharing as much as she was. She didn't mind that, she just wondered if he was okay with her going on and on. Usually, she never bothered to talk about herself. She'd given up complaining in her fourth year and plus, her life wasn't really that interesting.

Augusta bit down on her lower lip again as he asked what had happened. She didn't really like to talk about, because the incident made her look extremely stupid. She didn't like to look stupid. It was unbecoming and just really...dumb. "Well, this happened when I was six so don't judge me or anything," she smiled absently, "I have this horrible case of curiosity. Like, I've touched a red-hot stove before, just because I wondered how hot it really was. And to this very day, I cannot stand heat. And fire scares me. It really does. But that's completely off-topic. When I was younger, my mum and dad took me sightseeing, and we went to this old cathedral. The banisters of the spiral stairs had been removed because they were crumbling. Dad wanted to get a picture of me on the stairs, I went a little higher than he wanted me to. With my klutziness, I managed to fall off the side of ledge when they conveniently weren't watching. We were surrounded by muggles so Dad couldn't use magic and yeah. I was lucky to have only a twisted ankle and a broken arm."

Augusta's clumsiness had improved over the years. She still managed to be a little awkward though, she was all arms and legs. Being thin didn't help. Augusta remembered the period of time in which she was trying to put on weight. She'd worked out and everybody, unfortunately, she didn't develop any more curves from before. She ended up getting rid of the skinny fat, replacing it with muscle. Well, at least her stick-like arms and legs wouldn't jiggle as much as before. Augusta smothered a groan as she watched confusion in Landon's expression. Why on earth would he know what the Globe Theatre was? She had a fondness for muggle culture. Specifically the literature and fashion. But that was really it. The technology was overrated and a nuisance as well.

"The medieval Globe Theater? What's that? But yeah, it is a nice place to collect your thoughts. At least sometimes. I've found out that it really only works for me during the mornings on weekends. Most people are still asleep, so I don't have to worry about a bunch of people being out here."

Augusta smiled bashfully. She could go on forever about this topic. But she chose not to, he was a Slytherin. His family probably couldn't care less about the muggle world. "It was an old theatre back in the Elizabethan era. Where Shakespeare had his plays performed. Sorry, I don't even know why I brought that up. If you haven't noticed, I have the horrid tendency to go on and on. Feel free to shut me up if I'm being extremely annoying. And surprisingly, I can agree with you about people being around. I've always hated crowds, and the noise they are capable of making." As well as the fact that everybody breathed on each other and made Augusta feel claustrophobic. Trapped. Lost. Nowhere out. Like a maze. Which happened to be another of her fears.

"So, even though you hate to fly, are you a fan of watching Quidditch?"

She knew he was a Chaser, and she sort of felt weird talking to him now. Quidditch players were very popular around Hogwarts. They were pretty much the only guys girls went after. Augusta cast that silly thought aside as she answered his question. "Oh I LOVE watching matches. I don't know why, something always captivates me every time I see one. I like to be on my toes, feel a little uneasy about things. As if it's not always my decision all the time." Augusta stopped suddenly, where was she going with this? "It's just...a lovely distraction I suppose." She started fidgeting with her fingers, looking down. She always ended up being a little too personal in a serious conversation. It felt good though, relieving almost. [/size][/ul]

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[landonrooney]

The hint of a smile he'd had before now broke out completely, a full smile now present as she grinned. Wow, she certainly was a talker. He hadn't met anyone who spoke as much as she did during their first conversation. While he could see that being annoying after some time, for the time being he found it well, rather endearing. Feelings of endearment were rather foreign to him, so this was strange to say the least. He chuckled softly at the end of her ramble, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. So you're not one of those crazy people who just start laughing at funerals and things like that?" He'd met a few people who had done just that. He wasn't really sure why they did that, maybe it was their way of coping with grief or maybe there was just something comical about funerals which he always seemed to overlook. His own father did that. And the really weird part about that was his father hardly ever laughed. He was one of those men who always had a serious look on their face; like they'd never found a joke funny in their entire life. So to see him cracking up at a funeral was just puzzling.

He laughed at her comment, "Yeah. I hear those things will get ya." Feeling a lag in the conversation he added, "But I doubt I'd get a heart attack from something like that. I might get the shit scared out of me but hopefully I won't ever get so freaked out that my heart fails." It wasn't until after he made that comment that he realized he was going out of his usual practice. If a conversation lulled, he generally ended it. It was easier than trying to come up with things to say, especially with someone he knew so little about. Subconsciously, he'd done the opposite of what he normally would have done and that confused him. Not only had he attempted to keep the conversation moving at a steady pace but he'd also offered up information about himself, information that had to do with a fear of something. Even though the fear of surprises was rather vague and unimportant in the grand scheme of things, he had never been one to openly admit that he was scared of something. He thought that admitting to a fear showed weakness. But he felt as though Augusta wouldn't judge him for it, she held the same fear after all.

Augusta looked a little self-conscious after he'd asked her to tell him about the incident. Perhaps it had been a little forward of him but curiosity did that sort of thing to people. It was ironic that she started off her story with talk of her own curiosity. He laughed when she talked about still being scared of fire. He wasn't sure if it was rude for him to laugh at her pain but he wasn't really laughing at her. Fire was a reasonable fear - it could kill you easily after all. Surrounded by muggles? He found himself itching to ask the infamous question about her lineage but decided against it. He wasn't really one who cared a great deal about being a Pureblood, at least to the extent which most Slytherins cared about it. He probably, to be perfectly honest, date a Mudblood muggle born but he didn't really see any problems in being friends with one. He generally tried his best to stay out of the politics that whole ordeal enveloped.

"Wow, that's quite a story I must say. I guess I'd probably have a fear of heights after that one too. But you know, you were like six years old so maybe you ought to give heights another chance," he replied with a small laugh towards the end. He certainly had experienced his fair share of bad experiences with heights, falling off his broom and all of the other usual injuries involved with playing Quidditch. But the adrenaline rush of flying mixed with his love for the sport kept him from being scared of heights. "I bet your parents felt horrible after that happened," he added as an afterthought. His father would have just told him to be a man about it and not to complain. His mother probably would have just stood there, unsure of what to do. His parents weren't exactly the nicest people on the block but he definitely respected them. They were the reason he was alive so that demands a certain level of respect, doesn't it?

It was strange to see the shyness in her smile. With the way she talked so much, he would have thought she wouldn't be all that bashful. But maybe he was misreading her smile, he hardly knew her so that was a possibility. Ah, it was a muggle thing. "That's cool. I don't really know all that much about muggle history, just small bits and pieces. But I have heard the name Shakespeare before, I just can't remember what I heard about him," he commented, shrugging his shoulders casually. "And don't worry. I don't think you're being annoying. I'd tell you if that were the case," he said with a light chuckle. He seriously doubted she'd start to annoy him. "Exactly my point. Sometimes it's nice to be around people, don't get me wrong, but there are just times where I don't feel like having to deal with a crowd. I've always kind of been that way. Not really sure why though." He did it again; offering up information about himself. What was it about this girl that made him feel like he could open up to her? It was just freaking weird.

"Yeah, they're exciting from the stands too. I remember watching the games during my first year, you know, before I was allowed to play or anything. It was awesome. That's how I knew I had to get on the team and play for myself," he explained. He had played Quidditch before he'd gone to school but he had only toyed around with the idea of joining the team. It was really time-consuming and just took a lot of energy. But after watching those games and seeing how much fun all of the players were having, he knew he couldn't pass it up. Sometimes his schoolwork suffered because of it but he wasn't all that bothered by it. "But you said it was a distraction. From what?" he asked curiously. Sometimes he asked awkward questions and he wasn't sure if this was one of those times.

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[augusta]

this is the rescue, the rescue
THE REASON I'VE BEEN HOLDING MY BREATH EVERY NIGHT
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[/color] Her great grandmother, the late Augusta Longbottom suddenly came to mind. The old lady had died before she learned how to talk. However Augusta remembered her face. The face that had so often looked down upon her, with that proud smile. It was about the only thing she remembered from infancy. Her father had been distraught over it however. It had taken a long time for him to recover, which had made her mother slightly upset. Hannah Longbottom hated seeing anybody upset, and plus, Augusta had been a toddler. Whenever Neville talked about his grandmother now, the family would probably be laughing. Stories about the other Augusta Longbottom were usually funny.

She nodded at his next comment. "I'm a very jumpy person. Little things like yelling 'boo' really loudly behind me, can make me scream. I don't like to scream. It sounds extremely helpless, and I don't want to seem helpless. I just don't like it when people randomly do that to you. It's unbelievably immature and they'd be held responsible if I actually do have an attack." Augusta was perfectly serious. Hopefully Landon wouldn't think of it as amusing. People always found Augusta's little troubles dumb and extremely shallow. She was tired of being judged, but was sort of grateful she had such a demeanor. Only the true ones would stick around, and get to know her further. Augusta wondered if Landon was regretting this. He didn't look...disgruntled. He wasn't making sarcastic comments either. Those were annoying, she'd never be able to tell the difference. Landon seemed to laugh at her little confession. She didn't get all offended because the laugh was not the 'that's completely ridiculous' laugh. Well this was new. Augusta knew she was stereotyped against Slytherins. With the other Order allegiance and annoyance towards the whole muggle born ordeal. She was a pureblood, and her family really didn't care. There was too much prejudice going on these days.

"I bet your parents felt horrible after that happened."

"Oh good god. Yes. Dad freaked out and I think Mum was on the verge of passing out. I'm an only child...plus, mum's never been the brave one. The muggles however, were paranoid. It's funny how they react to the smallest of things." Saying this was sort of unfair. They didn't have the power to handle certain situations. "I know you're a Slytherin and everything, but I think muggles are pretty impressive. Amazing how they get along without a wand." Shrugging, she hoped Landon wouldn't start an argument about it, if he were one of those people who took this topic very seriously. Augusta regretted ever making such a remark. But then again, she wasn't biased. She was a pureblood. Ever since her father became a part of Uncle Harry's army, people saw Longbottoms as they did Potters and Weasleys. Both were 'muggle-lovers'. Just because her father did something to help the innocent muggle borns, didn't mean they were OBSESSED with them. But then again, those Slytherin bullies were only trying to get a reaction...which they hadn't been recieving very much lately. Augusta wasn't witty and good with her words. Shrugging everything off worked perfectly in her cases.

"That's cool. I don't really know all that much about muggle history, just small bits and pieces. But I have heard the name Shakespeare before, I just can't remember what I heard about him."

Augusta smiled. "Yeah, most people here don't, except for the muggle borns of course. I just have an obsession with certain things from there world. Well, just the classics." People would always wonder where on earth Augusta would get her muggle things, and where she even grew to love them. She lived in a rural part of England, Dorset to be exact. The quaint village was old, and Augusta used to wander to Main Street many times, just out of curiosity. The bookstore only held classics, so they were the only things Augusta really got introduced to. She was suddenly taken aback by Landon's answer. He wasn't annoyed by her? Well, not many people really disliked Augusta, they just didn't talk to her when they were busy. They knew the conversation would carry on for at least another fifteen minutes. Her smile turned even shyer, as if it were the nicest compliment she'd ever gotten. "I'm glad you think so. I hate boring people with my pointless chatter."

"Exactly my point. Sometimes it's nice to be around people, don't get me wrong, but there are just times where I don't feel like having to deal with a crowd. I've always kind of been that way. Not really sure why though."

Augusta nodded understandingly. "People can get out of hand, especially at those parties people are so fond of. And I'm not the type who is willing to go through all that. Funny thing is, I'm actually not that independent. I always need someone by my side I suppose. If it's one thing I can't stand, it might be loneliness." Being completely honest with Landon wasn't as hard as she thought it might be. It seemed like the more she revealed about herself, he did as well. Augusta had always known that bottling up her emotions was not the best thing to do. It all had to come out in front of Landon. After this little confrontation, she wondered if he'd ignore her. If one of her friends came and took a look at this scene...well, Augusta would be bombarded with questions and accusations. Wait, why was she even thinking of the future? "Wow. I've always admired Quidditch players. And I don't mean in the way us girls moon over you guys. I actually find that pathetic. Nothing wrong with male Quidditch players, but the stereotype is annoying. I'm not a fan of labeling people. I just like your bravery. Your willingness to fly so high in the air and actually like it."

Her eyes were wide when she finished her little rant. Augusta blinked at his next question. Oh dear. Why had she brought up the point in the first place? She clenched her teeth as she tried to think of reasonable answers. There were none. "Uhm...well. A distraction from life in general...? Ah, that's too general. From school life I suppose. I'm the sixth year prefect, and it's a lot of pressure. First because it interferes with my homework schedule, you'd know how crazy sixth year is. Moreover, night patrols are not fun. The halls are rather eerie at night. And now that I've gotten this position, my dad expects me to be Head Girl next year. He's always overestimated me. I don't want to be outstanding. Being a Longbottom is hard enough -" Augusta stopped for a moment. She'd just revealed her surname. Still not looking up, she continued, she had to finish anyways. "The professors expect a lot as well. My dad used to teach Herbology here...so I've known them for a long time now. I'm sorry that you have to put up with this. I haven't been able to talk about this all year." She put her face in her hands for quick seconds. Her cheeks were burning. Looking up, she managed a little smile. "You don't have to try to understand. Overbearing parents have just gotten on my last nerve." Augusta wondered if Landon could actually relate. [/size][/ul]

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[landonrooney]

Landon couldn't quite define the look which Augusta gave him for a few seconds. He held eye contact with her briefly. To be honest, he had never really had an actual conversation with a Hufflepuff. He really only interacted with two people from that particular house. Sophia, well, sure they had spoken but their interactions with one another generally only consisted of short sentences and blushing on her end. The other, Ben, well they just made jeering comments towards one another before Quidditch matches and such. Once again, no actual conversation. It wasn't that he avoided Hufflepuffs, he just never really found himself in their company. Landon gave a slight chuckle at her reply. "Yeah, I've never really understood it either. My dad is one of those nutters. He just starts cracking up, even when one of his best friends died. It's really weird, especially because he hardly ever laughs any other time," he commented. He wasn't exactly sure what had made him share that particular piece of information. Why would she care about his father and his many peculiar habits? The topic of family made Landon realize that he didn't know what Augusta's last name was. He tried to remember it from his talks with Sophia but nothing was coming to mind. Hell, he hadn't even been able to remember her first name. It was kind of an awkward time to ask that kind of question, he should have asked her right when she introduced herself. So he decided to let it go for now.

He smiled as she rambled. It was kind of cute when she did that. Wait. Did he really just describe something someone did as cute? He couldn't remember ever thinking that about someone, ever. What was up with him today? Something was off. "Do people do that to you often?" he asked curiously. It sounded like the sort of thing he would do, scaring someone just because he knew they were jumpy. But she seemed to find it really annoying, so he made a mental note to never do that to her in the future. "So what you're trying to tell me is to never sneak up on you and yell boo?" he added teasingly. He wondered if they would actually speak after today. The conversation was going well, she didn't despise him nor he her. But that didn't really mean anything, did it? He could already hear his friends mocking him for hanging out with a Hufflepuff, they were just like that. But what his so-called friends thought of him had never affected any of his decisions before so he wasn't about to start letting it do that now.

She was an only child? He could relate to that. But parents who were actually concerned with their child's well-being was something he couldn't relate to as well. "Yeah, I bet they were concerned for their only child's health. And muggles, well, they just are kind of jumpy themselves. But I guess I would be too if things happened around me all the time that I couldn't explain or understand," he replied, casually shrugging his shoulders. It was obvious that wizards interacted with muggles, magic was performed around them (illegally so but performed nonetheless), and their non-magical world was affected by their magical one. They just didn't know a magical world existed. Ah, here come the Slytherin stereotypes. He could never escape from them. Though some were true of himself, others were not. After looking at her for a moment he commented, "Just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I think muggles are worthless." A short pause followed his words. It wasn't that he hated muggles but he did think they were further down on the totem pole than he was. He also knew that they were less fortunate than himself, so there was something rather pitiful about them. But they had managed to do a lot of things without magic, things he wouldn't have been able to do himself, so at the same time there was something rather impressive about them. "I actually agree with you on that topic." He added simply. He wasn't a muggle lover by any means but he didn't hate them either.

Obsessed with muggle culture? Hm. He would have guessed she had been a muggle born from that fact alone but she'd already told him about her parents being unable to use magic in front of muggles, so that couldn't be right. Asking about blood lineage was rather frowned upon these days, so he strayed away from the question. "What got you interested in muggle culture? I've never really met anyone who was all that interested in it," he replied, looking down at his hands. It wasn't a topic he was particularly interested in, he knew nothing about muggles and didn't really have a desire to know about them. But, for some reason, he did have a desire to know more about Augusta. She certainly seemed pleased that she didn't annoy him. He gave a low chuckle at her comment. "Well, I don't find you boring. But if you start rambling and I do find myself bored, I'll just give a big theatrical yawn so that you'll know to stop," he joked. He had never really been all that good with joking. Most of the time his jokes were unintentionally more offensive than they were funny.

Ah, so she wasn't one to party. If she had been he probably would have met her before now. Landon was a fan of parties for several reasons. For one enjoyed drinking; it made him more friendly and just made social interactions much easier to handle. He wasn't sure if he particularly wanted to share that information with Augusta though. But then again, he might as well give that 'honesty' thing a shot. It'd been a while since he'd been completely honest with someone. "Parties really aren't all that bad. I'm actually a fan of them, it's the one time I can actually handle larger groups of people. But maybe that's just the alcohol and not the party environment," he finished with a laugh. "But loneliness is your biggest fear, huh? I'm kind of the opposite. I need a lot of time by myself. For some reason, being alone isn't all that lonely for me most of the time." Why was he telling her all of this? It was just flowing out of him effortlessly. Normally more conscious thought was required during his conversations with others. He gave a hollow laugh at her comment. "I'll agree with you on that one. Those girls are bloody annoying. If a girl's first conversation with me starts off about how 'good' I am at Quidditch, I generally just leave," he told her honestly. It was a bit rude of him when he did that but honestly, didn't those girls have something better to do? Desperation was never flattering. "But thank you for the compliments. I don't really consider it bravery," he added, flashing her a sincere smile.

His question appeared to catch her off guard. As he listened to her monologue, he picked up two interesting facts. For one, she was a prefect. Most Slytherins knew all of the prefects because they always managed to stir up trouble and get punished for their actions. Landon wasn't one to really jump into fights or that sort of thing. He found preferred verbal attacks but knew that causing any sort of problems in front of a prefect was just a bad idea. But the second thing he learned was her surname. She was a member of the notorious Longbottom family. Was she just like her parents? He hated himself for subconsciously asking himself that question. He despised people thinking he was just like his parents. In his mind, he was nothing like them. He noticed her blushing and was instantly reminded of Sophia. Mainly because she was Augusta's best friend and also had the tendency to blush around him. He softly smiled at her in attempts to make her more comfortable. "Life sometimes requires a distraction. It's always difficult to try and live up to your parents expectations but it's hard to hate them for it because they just want to see their children succeed. But don't let their expectations, or anyone's expectations for that matter, consume your life. All that really matters is what you want for yourself," he replied, unsure if his words would hold any substance with her. He was never very good in the advice department mainly because he'd really only ever given advice to himself. "And no worries about ranting. I hear it's unhealthy to bottle up your emotions for an extended period of time," he added. He really wasn't normally this nice. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually had a conversation with someone that didn't involve ample amounts of sarcasm and jeering comments. This was really unusual for him and he was a bit bewildered by the whole thing.

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[augusta]

this is the rescue, the rescue
THE REASON I'VE BEEN HOLDING MY BREATH EVERY NIGHT
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[/color] Augusta shrugged. She would never understand the nature of people. And that frightened her. Did everybody understand her? Probably not, judging by the number of misunderstandings she got herself into all the time. The world was a scary place. Especially when you had wizards and witches secretly everywhere. Oh the poor muggles, how blissfully ignorant they were. Augusta just smiled to herself as she picked at the grass beneath her feet. She wondered if Landon was comfortable. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be awkward with girls. Or maybe it was because she was a Hufflepuff. Both houses resided in the dungeons, but never got along either, well they didn’t really talk in the first place. Both thought they were too good for each other. Augusta cursed whoever created the stereotypes long ago. If only they could see how much they’d done. Encouraged and relieved at Landon’s smile, her nerves settled down a great deal. She couldn’t really remember the last time she was nervous around a Slytherin. Augusta was usually peeved or riled up. Her tense form relaxed and something lit up in her eyes.

"Do people do that to you often?"

She laughed and nodded her head at the same time. “Sort of my fault for letting them know that I’m sort of scared of that. As I said before, I just can’t handle any sort of surprises.” Augusta lowered her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip sheepishly at his next comment. She’d done that a lot in the the duration of their conversation. “I…suppose so. If you’d have any compassion for my poor nerves.” She replied just as jokingly. Did this mean that he did want to talk to her after this encounter? Something in her wanted him to think just that. But then again, she’d be being sort of selfish. She didn’t care what her friends thought, unless Landon wasn’t comfortable with associating with a Hufflepuff. It was probably harder for Slytherins to pick friends. It was like they had specific criteria while looking for a potential acquaintance. Hufflepuffs would be friends with pretty much anyone who was nice to them. Which made perfect sense to Augusta. They weren’t really ones who judged others based on their house. Or blood status. She wasn’t superior and cocky about being a Hufflepuff, it was just sort of nice, even if their beliefs were based more on morality. Which was tougher and much more frustrating in her opinion. Landon didn’t seem like the sort of person who followed others. He seemed like a determined and opinionated fellow. Augusta liked that.


"Just because I'm a Slytherin doesn't mean I think muggles are worthless."

“You don’t know how glad I am to hear that, Landon. I’m just about fed up with all this prejudice circulating Hogwarts.” She remarked, a bit relieved and coolly all at the same time. It was just recently that she’d gotten into an argument with a Parkinson girl over an owl. She was tired. Peeved. Just really…fed up. “I’m sorry. That was sort of uncalled for. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Augusta said nonchalantly. Nobody really wanted to listen to her ramble about her latest findings in the muggle world. Not even muggle borns! They usually took it as if she were mocking or making fun of them when she asked questions. This was what everything had managed to come to. She raised her eyebrows at his next question. Yes, it was an interesting story. Well, not really. It was just her personal sort of interest. “Yeah, not many people seem to care, I’ve noticed,” she rolled her eyes a bit, “I grew up in Dorset, England. I don't know if you've actually heard of that place. It's a beautiful part, very country I suppose. And I don't have a lot of neighbors. There are usually tourists or other muggles that are the closest people we have. I usually wander up to the central part of the village. And I fell in love with an old dusty bookstore." Augusta laughed a little when she finished. She remembered how horrified one of her great-aunts had been when she'd found out what was the point of Augusta's random disappearances during the week. It was lovely growing up in the country, she'd always been a bit of a country girl at heart. She lived in a manor though, which was typical because the Longbottoms were a very old wizarding family.

"Well, I don't find you boring. But if you start rambling and I do find myself bored, I'll just give a big theatrical yawn so that you'll know to stop,"

Augusta laughed again. "I'll watch out for those." She replied, mockingly solemn. Instead of taking it offensively, she liked Landon's sense of humor. She'd always liked the dry and sarcastic sort of humor. At his next remark about parties. She felt a little guilty. "Oh I didn't mean to offend. I didn't know you were a fan." She lifted both hands as she exclaimed earnestly. "Hm. I tried drinking once. And it didn't end well." She said absently. It was only after a few seconds that she realized how wrong that sounded. "I mean that I didn't do...anything that I regretted. It was just a horrible morning after." Augusta's words came out in a rush as she flushed redder. She wasn't that impulsive. In fact, she handled alcohol well, rarely getting drunk. Then again, she didn't drink often at all. Butter beer was usually how far she would go. Fire whiskey was a little too strong for her tastes. Ha, her favorite form of alcohol was champagne. She wondered if Landon was an alcoholic. Did he smoke as well? She was afraid to ask. It was none of her business after all. It was frustrating when you didn't know about a lot of people and their habits. "Yeah, I wish I was really like that. I mean, I come off as independent sometimes. Since I go about things by myself. Which is why I'm here alone actually. I'm not that strong, and it's a problem when people assume that. They think I'm capable of handling everything by myself." Was she being too open? Hm, if Landon described her behavior to other people they'd probably be confused. He probably thought she was a very very open person. Augusta wasn't...but why was she this way with him only? It was a stupid questions. Did she have feelings for him? It was sort of fast to determine that, and she didn't want to.

She bit on her lower lip, trying not to laugh at his bitter comment about the girls. "Ah desperation. I've noticed they're usually like fourth to fifth years. I don't think I was like that in fourth year." She remarked thoughtfully. Augusta was caught off guard when he shot her a smile. It was a nice smile, oh and there it was again, that peculiar flutter. Why were the usually calm butterflies in her stomach ramming into each other right now? She tried to focus and her smile said 'you're welcome' for her. Landon didn't seem to have any expression after her rant. He wasn't going to say anything about her family? Well, he was probably too much of a gentleman to say anything really harsh. "Yeah...I wasn't ever much of a mummy or daddy's girl. I suppose that's the outcome from being an only child. I really wish I had a sister or something." Augusta smiled appreciatively at Landon. He was being such a lovely fellow, listening to her problems. He made it seem like they weren’t petty little things at all. It was so ironic. How could a Slytherin possibly be the one who could understand in a serious matter? "You seem like such a strong and calm person." She said admiringly, and looked down when she realized that she was staring. She caught a glimpse at her watch. What? Was that really the time? Augusta had three minutes to get to a prefect meeting. She scrambled to her feet and smiled at him apologetically. "Oh gods, I'm sorry. I really have to run, I have a prefects meeting." She exclaimed reluctantly. She didn't really want to go. "I guess I'll see you...around?" Augusta asked meekly, looking at him shyly again. Her tone was a little hopeful. Damn that stupid meeting.

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[landonrooney]

May 18, 2010 18:10:49 GMT @landonrooney said:

There was something about this Hufflepuff which Landon found incredibly alluring. He honestly wasn't used to viewing girls as potential romantic interests. He just didn't really know anyone who might have been worth pursuing. Until Augusta came along, anyways. There was something about her shy smiles, her lingering glances, and just the way she spoke to him as though she were an open book which made him see her in a different light. Normally people didn't give him much of a chance, though granted this was because he normally didn't give others much of one either.

The conversation unfortunately ended abruptly when she claimed she had a prefects meeting she had to attend. This had been one of the few conversations he had which he didn't want to see come to an end. Of course it would be his luck that it had to be that way. He attempted to cover up his disappointment, which he felt he did poorly. Her next statement caught him off guard. She hoped to see him around. So he wasn't the only one who had enjoyed the others company? For some reason that pleased him. Was he actually developing feelings for this girl? That was ridiculous. They had only just met. How could he possibly already feel something towards her beyond a potential friendship? Even as he thought that he knew he was lying to himself. He felt more than that though he wasn't sure how to label these feelings. He gave her a heartfelt smile, which was rare coming from the boy, "I'm sure we'll see each other again, Augusta" he replied. He had already decided that he would send her an owl in a few days but he wasn't about to say that aloud. "Hope your prefects meeting goes just swimmingly," he added with what he hoped was a charming smile.

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