When Summer Comes Around... PV River Closed

River had been standing outside, simply watching others. Observing all the different and strange habits and activities that humans would make.
She stood quietly in the shadows, hoping to avoid a sunburn, as the sun shone down upon the green grass of the grounds.
There were a few students around. There were groups of girls, chatting and gossiping like they always did, some seemed to just be enjoying the sun, and others were up to different activities.

The blue eyes of River landed on a small and scrawny looking boy, wearing the house colours of slytherin. He seemed to be getting off on a bad foot with some gryffindors, and a hufflepuff too, it seemed. Three against one? People can be real jerks at times, River thought to herself, as she watched them judgingly from across the grounds.

The young girl enjoyed watching other people. She found them quite interesting, and some times just plain weird. Could she seem creepy while watching others from the shadowy cornes? Sure, some times perhaps. Still, River didn’t really mind that.

River’s focus shifted from the group of boys, to someone by the fountain. A girl, assumably there all by herself. She was reading something, it looked slightly like a note of some kind, or perhaps a letter?

River could swear she had been sitting there for a while now, and the letter didn’t seem that long. Was she just a slow reader, or had she been rereading the paper multible times? Maybe she was simply thinking?

Seemingly, out of nowhere, she crumpled the note up in her hands, and threw it back into the fountain on which she was sitting. I wonder what that could be about? She thought, as her mind started imagining all sorts of sad or infortunate scenarios.

River started a slow pace towards the girl, still minding the sun above her.
She definitely did not like it when others came and stuck their noses into her personal things, but she could not help but get curious of other’s.

The ravenclaw carefully approached the girl, she did look familiar from somewhere. «Ouch... that didn’t seem like a pleasant read.», River said curiously, looking after the paper, slowly dissolving within the clear water of the fountain.

River wondered why the girl’s situation with the letter was something to be upset over. Really, she did not understand at all. Still, River knew one can’t judge anyones situation without knowing it from their point of view.

«I mean, you’re lucky to at least have anyone owl you at all, or show any interest in how you’ll be spending your holiday», River said, sending the girl a careful smile. That probably won’t make her feel any better... So far, River’s father had not sendt her a single owl, not one letter. She was sure he didn’t even want her home for the holidays.

The girl looked quite shaken though, apparently this ment a lot to her.
«I don’t mean to pry, and you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want», The curious girl said quietly. «But, why is, what was in the letter, so upsetting to you?», she continued slowly. River couldn’t help but feed into the small flame of curiosity that had been lit as she saw the piese of parchment floating around in the fountain.

She would often try her best to not stick her nose up in others private business. Sadly, it often happened after all. She often felt the need to know as much about a person as she possibly could. She didn’t know exactly why. Perhaps it was to be closer, or maybe just to know where to stand with them?