A Run in with a New Friend PV Dylan Astor

Backdated to September when classes First start
@Dylan Astor
Word Count: 232 words.
OOC notes: Nothing! (thoughts are italic)

"I get that. Americans can be. . . not as accepting as other people. Especially when the get into their certain friend groups. That's why I usually spend most of my time alone. I'm an only child anyway, so it's been pretty easy to do. Though, it's nice to have friends and people to talk to. I would much rather hang out with friends than be alone." Dylan said to her, while smiling.

His smiles where contagious, Summer smiled back at him. Heck, she knew uninviting Americans too well... and friend groups? Some of them were the worst!

"Yeah, friend groups, even when I was young were a problem for me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love talking to people yet I just...." She thought about it for little and shrugged her shoulders as she said, "Don't"

America, like everything, had its pros and cons. Some things, she liked but some things, just didn't seem to work for her. Like friend groups. Maybe, being around other witches and wizards, And people from Europe, like Dylan Summer will finally find some people who don't think her 'weird'. And maybe, if she finds the right people, she will be more social.

"You know, the one thing I love about America, is some of the food. I don't remember s'mores in Europe!" Summer said randomly, just to make conversation. Hope that didn't sound to weird!

Interacting with: @Summer Lancaster Mentioning: N/A Date: Early September 2024

Word Count: 200

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Dylan nodded. He had been told many times before that he was quiet. Quieter than his cousin by far. He didn’t know why, but he guessed it was because the only person he really interacted with a lot as a young child was Avery. She had kept him happy and grounded. He didn’t realize at that time that he probably shouldn’t have just had her. Dylan’s face lit up at the mention of s’mores. He loved s’mores and hadn’t even known they excited until he went to a pureblood backyard party where he tried the delicious treat for the first time. “S’mores are amazing! I don’t know why Europe doesn’t have them! I love to burn my marshmallows until they’re burnt. What about you?” Dylan asked. Finally getting into something he was comfortable talking about. It wasn’t that Europe was hard to talk about, but it was. . . sad. As much as he loved his old home, remembering it just reminded him of what he had lost and the things that were never going to come back. But maybe talking would help. Maybe he could heal the wound that had never really healed. That would make everything better again.

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Backdated to September when classes First start
@Dylan Astor
Word Count: 204 words.
OOC notes: Nothing! (thoughts are italic)

Dylan didn't think that her bringing up s'more was weird, (well, she thought) after she brought it up, he seemed almost happier after she mentioned s'mores and told her how he liked them burnt.

Summer made a face, "Burnt? Like black? I mean a little black is fine. I guess. Personally, I like mine brown and toasty, and soft in the center so they ooze out! And warm enough to where the chocolate inside them melts a little and gets soft!"

Summer smiled at the thought and a bunch of memory's of s'mores during her family's yearly summer camping trip flashed in her mind. One was of when she was four, camping with Ellie and both of them had dropped their marshmello in the fire and the second ones caught on fire and got really black. Oh those days when all she thought about at the time was perfect marshmello! Now that was the least of her worries.

"You know, we should have a camp fire with s'more here!" Summer said, "It's probably impossible but it would be so cool."

Summer looked up at Dylan, hoping he didn't deem her idea, 'stupid'. He didn't look like the kind of person who was judgemental though.

Interacting with: @Summer Lancaster Mentioning: N/A Date: Early September 2024

Word Count: 270

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Dylan sighed in contentment and closed his eyes as she described how she liked her s’mores. Just thinking about them made him want to eat them even more than before. “Just explaining how you like your marshmallows makes me want to eat one right now. It sounds amazing.” Dylan said with a laugh. Marshmallows had always been something that Dylan liked ever since he had first tried them when he had first moved to America. He would never forget that fateful day. He had had a rough day. Being in America was nothing like Wales. Everything was different. The people, the food, the scenery, and even the general way of speaking. His parents had come home that night with big smiles on their faces and with something hidden behind their backs. He had looked at them in confusion then amazement when they showed him the delicious looking bag. That night was the first time Dylan had ever had a s’more. Apparently someone his mother had healed earlier that day had explained to her what a s’more was, and f course she had to try it with her family. It was a great way to actually feel like he belonged in America. Even though his heart told him otherwise. Dylan snapped out of his train of thoughts at the mention of having a s’mores party. “That’s a great idea! We should ask around and see if it’s even possible! It would be a great way to kick off the start of the year with a bang!” Dylan smiled. Summer had probably just had the best idea not just anyone could have.

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“Just explaining how you like your marshmallows makes me want to eat one right now. It sounds amazing.” Dylan said almost laughing to Summer.

"Same! Ever since I first had them I loved there soft gooey goodness." Summer exclaimed, "I think I had them once in England after coming to America for a vacation but now we have them a lot here."

How had this conversation turned to s'mores... Summer smiled. It felt good to have someone who she could relate to in many ways. They had both been born in... what was that area called? Whatever, Not America, they both loved s'mores, and... actually, that was it. Nevermind then, but I'm sure we can be good friends.

There was a slight breeze in the halls as the crisp cold-but-warm fall air whisked its way though Summers hair, ruffling it.

"Actually..." Summer said, reaching into the pocket of her robe and pulling out a small bag, "Before I left, I grabbed a small bag of marshmallows."

She gave a sly smile. It was a little weird to just bring a bag of marshmallows with her to school but she figured she would need it during the first week- or weeks- of school. She opened the bag and held it out to him, in a Would you like some? gesture.

Interacting with: @Dylan Astor
Word count: 219 words

Interacting with: @Summer Lancaster Mentioning: N/A Date: Early September 2024

Word Count: 227

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Dylan was surprised when she said she had eaten marshmallows in England. He couldn’t recall Wales having any, or, maybe his parents never discovered them until they all moved to America. Either way, that was probably one of the only reasons he could deal with living in America. Marshmallows. Dylan didn’t know what it was, but there was just something about marshmallows and their squishy goodness that always brought happiness. He also found out it even brought new friends! Maybe he could do this and become friends with people here even though he was very introverted. Dylan barely even felt the breeze that wafted in. All he could think about was marshmallows and how to get to know Summer better. At least, that’s what he was thinking about until Summer pulled something out of her pocket. His eyes widened in surprise and excitement when she pulled a small package of marshmallows out of the pocket of her robes. “No way.” Was all Dylan could say. He was shocked and excited at the same time. Words unable to form in his mouth even though they were planned out in his head. Dylan nodded his head and carefully reached into the bag and popped a marshmallow into his mouth. The flavor bursting in his mouth. He sighed. “That. Was. Amazing. Thank you.” Dylan said as he swallowed the treat.

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Dylan seemed happy and surprised at Summer's bag of marshmallows, a valid response. Who carries a bag of marshmallows in their pockets? Certainly not anyone she knew! Summer had brought them along in case she ever needed a reminder of her family, in a fluffy, soft bite sized treat. Dylan said his thanks and Summer smiled.

"Any time!" She took one of the soft, cloud-like treats and popped it into her mouth. Mmm. she thought. She left the bag open in case Dylan wanted to grab another one.

"Have you ever tried the other flavors marshmallows?" Summer asked quietly.

Oddly, life was like flavored marshmallows, it can be really good, and soft and it can be weird and... icky. Like some flavors... Summer laughed silently, as so no one could hear her and think her weird.

Summer looked down at her robes. Boy did she miss her cute clothes at home. Sure the robes where comfy, but the black color? That was out of style. What am I thinking? Marshmallows? None this random thought on clothes? She must be really nervous for school, her brean typically didn't ramble like this. That's Ellie, not me. Or at least it was, last time I saw her. Somehow Summer had lived more than half her life without her best friend. Summer looked at Dylan. Maybe it's time to make a new best friend for the other half.

Their walk to class would be over soon, as the charms class looked to be at the end of the hall. Summer would savor every last foot step to the doors, knowing she had made her first friend.

Interacting with: @Dylan Astor
Word count: 272 words

Interacting with: @Summer Lancaster Mentioning: N/A Date: Early September 2024

Word Count: 211

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Dylan loved marshmallows. Probably more than most things on Earth. Their soft squishiness always brought a smile to his face even when times were rough and he missed his real home in Wales the most. That’s why when Summer left the bag open for him to take another, he didn’t hesitate. “Other flavors? Wait. There’s other flavors?” Dylan asked. Complete shock lacing his features as he blinked at Summer. He wondered what other flavor could possibly be in the form of a marshmallow. Ice cream? Pumpkin? Hot chocolate? Dylan didn’t know, but he sure did want to know. It was just too exciting to pass up. Dylan knew he was probably making a fool of himself, but Summer seemed like the kind of person that wouldn’t judge him for that. He respected that about her. Not many people that he knew acted the same way. He had learned to keep himself quiet and not make a mess of himself because he knew what would happen. As the Charms class approached quickly before them, sadness crawled across Dylan’s inside. He wasn’t ready to leave his possible new friend yet. He was finally opening up for the first time in a long time, and going back to his guarded self didn’t sound great.

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Summer laughed as Dyla grabbed another marshmallow. That was why she had left the bag open, she had hoped he would know he could grab one, and luckily, he had, or else she would be standing there with a bag of marshmallows- awkward!

"Of course there are other flavors! I don't enjoy them as much so I don't have a bag with me but next time I'll bring you some! I have strawberry and watermelon at home" Summer smiled, her first day of real school and she already made a connection with someone! Maybe this was a sign for Summer, that she was finally moving on and growing up.

Just as Summer was starting to enjoy their conversation, she turned away from Dylan and she noticed they were reaching the classroom. Internally, she sighed. She had felt more open with the person she had just met, not ten minutes ago than she had felt with anyone in a very long time and she didn't want their conversation to end.

They where at the door of the classroom and Summer lingered a moment before going in. She finally felt like a normal human being with friends and it felt as if going into the classroom would break that. But whatever the case, Summer knew she had a new friend.

"Well, it was fun meeting you! I hope we can hang out some more around school or anywhere!" Summer said smiling as she walked into the class.

@Dylan Astor
Word Count: 245

Interacting with: @Summer Lancaster Mentioning: N/A Date: Early September 2024

Word Count: 203

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"Strawberry? Watermelon? Wow! There really are different flavors! I can't wait to try them!" Dylan said with a smile. He had never known that marshmallows could come in so many different flavors, and he had especially never known someone that shared his interest with them. For the first time in a long time he had finally opened up. Finally allowed himself to actually have fun and meet someone else that had similar interests to him. Maybe things wouldn't be too bad at Ilvermony. Especially if he continued staying friends with Summer. That's when he realized where they were. The classroom. Dylan let out an exasperated sigh. He was really enjoying chatting with Summer and didn't want to leave their conversation just yet, but he knew he would be late to class if he stayed any longer. "It was nice meeting you too! I would love to hang out more sometime! Have a good day!" Dylan waved to Summer before heading off into the classroom. Excited for the next time he would get to see Summer. She had an infections personality of joy that had not only brightened his day, but also had made him glad that they had accidentally run into each other.

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