Everywhere the Light Touches... PV Ana Reopened

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Reducio

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@Piérre Marchonné
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There were idiots and there was Ana. One would think that getting kidnapped after venturing too far into the Forbidden Forest would be enough to steer someone away for several lifetimes. For Ana, it did so for a little more than a month. Granted, she wasn't actually processing anything that had happened, which may have contributed to her willingness to tempt fate. That and the fact that if she continued revising for exams for another second she was certain her brain was going to explode.

Between the girl's ensemble and pale skin, she nearly blended into the snowy landscape, save for her dark braid, which fluttered behind her with every gust of wind. Relatively silently, Ana approached the forest.

Her heart sped up as she drew near, memories of the last time she'd been this close rushing to the forefront of her mind. Stumbling upon Walker, being stupid enough to not only goad the other girl into venturing in but to have ventured in herself. She stopped her thoughts there. Now wasn't the time. Right now, she was going to enjoy the scenery. Attempt to reclaim some of her childhood wonder and awe for snow. She was only 13, still a child by most standards. Even if so many other things had been spoiled for her, surely she could enjoy the snow.

The quiet in the wintery wonderland was a stark contrast to the hubbub of Hogwarts these days. One hand was wrapped around a hot cup of coffee which she sipped as she walked. As she reached the forest, her pace slowed to a halt. It looked innocent enough from this distance, like an ordinary, vaguely sinister forest. There was movement, disrupting the still, and her dark eyes intently peered as it. Before she was even fully conscious of it, she began to approach the movement. She definitely didn't learn too quickly...

Tilting her head to the side as she approached, she realized it was a person. Or at least a navy winter coat and a pair of kicking legs. A person was certainly the less disturbing option, so she would go with that until proven otherwise.

"Are you quite alright there?" she said, debating whether or not to poke whoever or whatever it was with a stick. She decided not to, but didn't rule out hexing or punching the being should it be less than an ally.

@Ana Beckett

Piérre was humming to himself quietly, just watching the overshadowed growths. Man, he could hardly wait until he could venture there in his later years. The world around him was shifting and strange, and he felt like nothing was truly standing entirely still, but perhaps that was for the better; perpetually in motion.

The question, combined with a significant chill (gotta love that Terrible Presence) that came from behind Piérre caused him to inadvertently jump, his feet digging themselves into the snow and he snapped around to look at the person who had spoken to him. He hoped it wasn’t a professor or prefect here to bust him. After all, he hadn’t even gone into the woods, he was just looking at them!

“I didn’t go in I swear! I’m just looking!” He quickly responded, waving his hands in front of him as he rolled on his back in the snow. Let them see his face and the genuine honesty that he bore in his words.

Only instead of a professor or a prefect Piérre found himself facing one of his own quidditch teammates; Ana Beckett. Or, at least that was who Piérre thought was in front of him. She seemed to almost blend into the landscape behind her, the eye being drawn to her face and eyes solely, as well as the slight, uneasy feeling that Piérre got from her.

“Oh, hi Ana! How are you doing? Winter treating you well?” Despite the feeling, the boy was still as exuberant as ever, waving hello at her with the hands that had once been waving in submission and surprise. “Just wanted an excuse to go outside for a bit. I love the snowfall we’ve been getting!” As if to solidify his words, Piérre began to make a snow angel, smiling up at the third year.

She had always seemed a bit of a wild flame to the boy, just as much as Piérre was a bit of a chaotic variable himself. It was something that often made Piérre somewhat curious to approach her at times, though the dominating presence that seemed to follow her about seemed to always give the boy reason to pause.

But now was just as good an opportunity to try and get to know her, now that they had been pushed together by some errant strand of situation. “D’you like winter much?”