"Meeting with a Ravenclaw, Well, This should be Interesting." PV: Mikey Forville

I woke up to the sun beaming in to the dormitory. slowly getting up and rubbing my eyes I looked around the room and saw that all the other beds were empty and made already. "Ballocks!" I exclaimed realizing I overslept. I hastily changed into my school robes and ran out the door to the common room. Luckily the common room was still empty so hopefully I didn't miss breakfast.

I continued to rush out of the common room and out of the tower making my way to the great hall. Being a new student it was taking me longer than I would have hoped to get my bearings and sense of direction.
I found my self just down the corridor with the opening to the great hall up on the left. I decided to pick up my pace to a slow run not wanting to miss breakfast. I could smell the bacon and kippers as I turned the corner and BAM! I ran strait into someone. "I'm so sorry" I said as I picked myself up and offered a hand. I was able to get my first look at the person I so rudely just ran into. It was a young girl, probably about my age. She's wearing black but not like the other students. Her clothes somehow seemed more black. Maybe her fair skin just extenuated the garments. "Can I help you up?" I reached out my hand to help her up and noticed the rings on her hand. What an interesting girl I thought.

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Current outfit:
☞ Hogwarts mandatory clothes.
☞ Black army-type boots, with silver accents
☞ Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
☞ Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings.
☞ Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.

Current Hairstyle:
☞ Large tight bun at the top of my head, thin black headband.

I found myself staring at the ceiling.
Well, the ceiling looks quite interesting at this angle. I thought to myself.
Then, I stared up at the boy who had knocked me over.
This kid had no idea of where he was going.
There are other people in this castle after all and you can't go and run around as if you owned the place. Right?
What was this kid thinking?
"Of course I'm alright. I just decided to lay here on the floor to stare at the ceiling.
The ceiling from this angle is very distinctive.
However, you should really look where you're going though."
I stood up with using my hands in a feat of flexibility without looking at the hand offered.
I said, teasing, while still managing to be slightly cold. I wanted to say a biting remark when he knocked me over but then I saw his truly earnest face and obvious worry.
I smirked.
"Don't worry 'bout it. I'm used to getting knocked over."
That was a blatant lie, but I liked the boy.
Not because he looked cute or anything.
Right?
So many conflicting feelings.
I smirked at his slightly shocked face.
I extended my hand towards him.
"Nyx.
Nyx Mania Lyssa Blackheart.
But you can call me Nyx."

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Current outfit:
☞ Hogwarts mandatory clothes.
☞ Black army-type boots, with silver accents
☞ Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
☞ Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings.
☞ Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.

Current Hairstyle:
☞ Thick bun at the top of my head with thin black headband

I was slightly shocked.
Honestly, I hadn't thought that this kid would be so affected.
Then again, I had that effect.
"Honestly, it's no trouble at all. And I was joking when I said that I just happened to be string at the ceiling. I just was so caught up in..."
There I paused, a sudden thought coming to mind.
Did he perhaps hear me singing?
he looked expectant at what I was going to say next.
"I just got caught up in my thoughts I guess. As for doing whatever possible to make up for, as you put it, running into me, let me do you a favor. I saw that you looked a bit lost before you bumped into me. I could take you for a tour around the castle if you like?"
I asked.
He looked quite shocked. Even more so than before.
I cursed quietly under my breath.
"Oh, effing hell. He probably thinks I'm weird now."
I may have just ruined a chance to make friends with someone who was in a house other than Gryffindor.
I hoped not.
As loath as I was to admit it, I didn't want to scare off this kid.
he seemed nice and genuine.
Which in my case, was hard to come by.

I stared at her for what felt like an eternity though I knew it could only have been half a second. She told me it was no trouble and that she was joking with the ceiling comment. I felt so relieved the last thing I wanted was to go around knocking people over and making enemies in my first week.

She seemed to brush right past my earlier comment about making things right like some silly knight of old and offered to show me around the castle.

Her suggestion took me a second to prosses and even longer to come up with a response for.
"Why would she want to show me around?"
My thoughts were swimming through all of the possibilities.
Was she looking for revenge for running into her and had something planed to get back at me?
Was she trying to get me lost somewhere and leave me to try and find my way back?

Then I realized the obvious. That she is probably feeling alone in a new place as well. And she has given me no reason to not trust her. I kicked myself for being so foolish and gave her my most wining smile. "I would love to take a tour around the castle with you." Feeling my normal confidence return and looking at the whole events of the morning in a positive light I gave an over exaggerated bow and said "After you."

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Current outfit:
☞ Hogwarts mandatory clothes.
☞ Black army-type boots, with silver accents
☞ Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
☞ Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings.
☞ Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.

Current Hairstyle:
☞ Thick bun at the top of my head with thin black headband

I laughed at his bow.
This kid was funny, you had to admit it.
And shy. Much more shy for a Ravenclaw than you would usually see.
"Do you usually pay the same curtesy of bowing to everyone you meet?"
I asked teasingly.
The boy blushed.
It's just too easy to rattle him.
I looked closely at him. He looked like the easygoing type.
I asked him another question.
"Do you like Hogwarts so far?"
I tried. It was an easy question.
Although, if someone asked that to me to would not be an easy answer.
After all, I had mixed feelings. Hogwarts was what I expected it to be.
Loud and chaotic. But at the same time it was not.
I liked that.
I waited for him to answer. He looked to be thinking hard about my question.
I was truly curious. There were some people who loved Hogwarts at first glance, others who were apprehensive, and others who hated it.
Then of course were the subcategories.
I wondered which one he fitted into?
I turned my attention back to him.
He seemed like he was ready to give me an answer.
I watched as his mouth opened to speak.
What would he tell me?
What was he willing to tell me?
And would we be more alike than I had thought of at first?

Mikey grinned at her teasing, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked alongside her. "Only for people who knock the wind out of me before breakfast," he replied, his tone just as playful. “Maybe just a polite nod next time?” Her laugh had caught him off guard in a good way. It wasn’t what he expected, but he liked it. Sharp around the edges, like the rest of her, but real. Honest.

As they strolled through one of the quieter corridors, her second question made him pause. Do I like Hogwarts? He took a breath, eyes flicking up to the moving staircases ahead like they might help him find the answer. “Yeah… I think I do,” he said, eventually. “It’s weird though. Not in a bad way, just like you’re dropped into this whole new world and expected to just get it. Find your spot. Make sense of it all overnight.” He hesitated, glancing over at her. “Some days it feels like I’m Simultaneously here, and not fully in it yet, y’know?”

He shrugged a little, letting out a light laugh. “But then stuff like this happens. Running into someone literally and now suddenly I’ve got a tour guide. It’s nice. Kinda makes the castle feel smaller, more like home.” He looked at her for a second, his smile more sincere now. “What about you? Do you like it here?”

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Current outfit:
☞ Hogwarts mandatory clothes.
☞ Black army-type boots, with silver accents
☞ Silver pirate rings with the usual skull and crossbones decor.
☞ Several choker's, ranging from silver to black along with my usual assortment of piercings.
☞ Black headphones with my magical radio in my pocket.

Current Hairstyle:
☞ Thick bun at the top of my head with thin black headband

I hesitated to answer.
I didn't really know what to tell him.
I had a love-hate relationship with Hogwarts.
I hated it at first because it was filled with loud noisy students and the obvious looks from everyone that clearly said
You don't belong here and you know it.
It was true. At first I didn't feel like this place was my home. My home was in the Blackheart Woods in the library with a pile of books.
But then it sort of became home for me.
But not completely.
I finally told him "Ehh, depends on the day."
I saw his confused look and explained.
"Some days here are good, and some people even talk to me.
Other days, like most days, people look at me like I'm a monster or they're waiting for me to explode. And they either look like they hate me or are afraid of me."
My voice grew quieter with what I was telling him.
It was the truth however.
Some days people really looked like they liked me and wanted to talk to me, then some sort of change happened overnight and they avoided me in the halls or glared at me like I was the one at fault for everything wrong with them.
It made me feel hurt.
I looked at Mikey. Trying to figure out what his reaction would be.

Mikey listened as Nyx spoke her voice softening near the end. Something about the way she described being looked at stuck with him. He’d never really thought about how much a single glance could weigh on someone, how it could build over days into something heavy. He looked at her differently now not with pity, but with a kind of respect. She wasn’t just sharp and clever. She was carrying a lot and still moving forward.

He slowed his walking speed down a little, moving closer to the side of the corridor where the light from the high windows cut across the floor. “That... sucks,” he said, honestly. “I’m sorry people treat you like that. That’s not fair.” He paused, glancing over at her. “For what it’s worth, you don’t seem like a monster to me.” His tone stayed light, but there was no teasing in it this time. Just honesty and sincerity. “You’re cool and Smart. You handled getting bowled over like a champ. And now you’re showing some lost Ravenclaw around the castle. That’s pretty far from terrifying, if you ask me.”

He gave a half smile and nudged her gently with his elbow as they walked. “If people don’t see that, that’s their problem, not yours.” He looked ahead, thinking for a moment, then added, “But if you ever do feel like exploding, maybe give me a heads up yeah?”