Sour and Sweet PV Robin Thompson Completed

As he grumpily mumbles to himself about how unlucky he is, Virgil notices someone staring at him from the corner of his eyes. There are a lot of people in the corridor, as students make their way to their classrooms or just walk around with his friends, but he can tell it's the girl that seems to be talking to herself.

The girl has wavy blonde hair that matches her house colors — Hufflepuff, he notices as she seemed to have just left the same classroom as him. Virgil hadn't noticed her during the lesson, but maybe it's because he avoids looking at everyone else, not wanting to make awkward eye contact or anything.

He shrugs, unbothered and turns to go towards the Transfiguration classroom, as, out of nowhere, a third-year from Gryffindor runs past him, his shoulder crashing right against Virgil's chest, making him fall down, with a soft "hey!" escaping his mouth. The Gryffindor doesn't even stop running, yelling "Sorry!" as he disappears in the sea of students.

"Tch, great," Virgil bites out, even grumpier now as his chest complains about the impact. He runs his hand over it, trying to ease the pain. Of course, he's small and rather fragile looking — I wouldn't be surprised if I turned out to have, I don't know, broken a rib or whatever.

"Oh, I-I'm fine," Grabbing the girl's hand, Virgil says, forcing himself to get up. He hisses quietly touching his chest — it hurts, but not as much as before. It's gonna be alright, I should be used to bumping into people by now, he thinks, I have to get to class... He huffs, pretending to be perfectly fine as he runs his fingers through his hair. "There's no need to go to the Hospital Wing. Don't worry."

And it's true — honestly, there's no need to worry. Even though, he's fragile-looking, Virgil's neven broken any bones other than his wrist when he was nine. But even that required him to fall from his aunt's broom — they were really high up in the sky. And going really fast, too.

Upclose, he can see the Hufflepuff's face a little better; she has brown eyes and a few freckles scattered across her face. Unlike many other students, such as Isaac, the girl doesn't look familiar. She looks like a mix between worried and guilty, or so he thinks — he isn't that great at reading people. Virgil lets go of her hand, realizing he's still holding it.

"Sorry, uh," he laughs, hoping he doesn't look as embarrassed and awkward as he feels, playing with his hair, turning it into a dark mess. Avoiding eye-contact, Virgil adds, thankful that he doesn't stutter or anything as embarrassing, "And thanks for the help..."

He prolongs the sentence, giving her a look, waiting for her to say her name.

He doesn't miss the loud rumble that crossed the now darker sky, and quickly, looking up, Virgil takes a few steps towards the entry, worried the rain might break on top of them — truly what he needed today. As much as he adores rain, he doesn't want to get wet today.

Robin seems to notice too, but she doesn't make an attempt to move, as she asks where he's headed.

"Transfiguration. You?" answers Virgil with a sigh, letting all the grumpiness he's feeling escape through his words, as his expression closes. He looks like one of those common muggles drawings — where a sad or angry character has a dark cloud on top of their heads. Hopefully, he doesn't look as whiny as he feels and, if he does, that the Hufflepuff girl, Robin, doesn't notice.

"I'm Virgil, by the way. A pleasure to meet you," He adds, bowing shortly, stopping himself before it can be a 90-degree bow, like the ones he's used to doing to older people. I need to stop doing this... He thinks to himself. People might think I'm weird.

Some second-year Ravenclaws leave the corridors, walking together on the Grounds towards the greenhouses, about to have Herbology lessons. Happy to be able to protect himself from the rain, Virgil walks back inside, hoping Robin is following him so he doesn't look rude or anything like that.

"Uh, Transfiguration is the only subject I really don't like, but Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are definitely, so far, the most fun, I guess," he says, walking by Robin's side, ignoring the way their shoulders occasionally brush, actually giving too much thought for the simple question.

The Charms professor, Professor Vernatis, was definitely his favorite since he gave off a cool and calm look, compared to most other professors — and his method of teaching really resonated with Virgil, which made the subject way more interesting. The Defense professor was also calm, but she seemed more reserved and serious, and, honestly, Virgil's sort of scared of her. It's silly, but he can't help but feel that she'd crush him like a mere insect if he did something wrong. Then again, he may be wrong, and Professor Sky might turn out to a lovely person.

"I also like History of Magic. A lot, actually! I don't get where all the hate for this subject comes from." Virgil adds, with a simple shrug, remembering the many times his cousins complained about how awfully boring the subject was. "The homework is simple to do, too!" He makes messy hand gestures, as it to help explain how he feels, and Virgil sure sounds a little bit passionate about it. "If you pay attention to the lesson, you have all the information you need, you know. It's easy! I swear some students can be very lazy, at times."

Rolling his eyes, Virgil notices how much of a nerd he sounds, and he blushes a little, coughing, as he looks the other way, trying to hide his red face. He lets out an awkward laugh, "Sorry, I got a little carried away..."