Lunchbox PV Olivia Williams

Cirrus maintained his small friendly smile on his features as the girl looked at him with hazel colored eyes further complimented by her freckled face. He then followed her gaze instinctively to the sky, which was a soft baby blue, the sun rays of light slightly obstructed by the soft feathery cirrus clouds that he was so fondly named after. The wispy icy crystals were strewn across the atmosphere, like a painter's finest brush-strokes.

"I don't really know," Cirrus rediverted his attention, focusing his eyes onto the gryffindor as her voice broke the small silence between the two. "I usually hang out outside, it's nothing unusual for me."

He nodded understandably, being more of an outdoorsy person himself. Fondly remembering his different memories that he made just being out in nature, it was oddly comforting. The soft blades of lush spring grass between his fingers was enough to make the boy feel immediately feel at peace, no matter how stressed he was, even if it was just for a moment.

"Do you know there's a full moon soon?" The brunette added, but immediately after the words left her mouth there seemed to be a small bit of... Regret? As odd as that may seem, and Cirrus couldn't pinpoint why or the cause. But he brushed it off.

"Is thare really? A didnae know thon..." The boy said with extrene interest, a small flash of curiousity flashing through his eyes as he tilted his head. "dae ye like astronomy?"

Cirrus then broke the orange in half, giving one to the girl and taking the other for himself. Breaking is into pieces, eating them one at a time as he leaned back using his arm to support his weight.

"bi the way, ma name's cirrus. It's lovely tae meet ye...?" He said pausing, softening his eyes slightly making him appear friendlier than he already was.

Cirrus ate the last piece of his half of orange, popping it in his mouth while he talked so he speech came out half muffle half chew, not the most pleasant thing but Cirrus was oblivious to his own rather unmannerly action.

"Dinnae mention it, mi orange es su orange... Or somethin like thon," The boy said with his attempt at a bad joke coupled with a rather more awkward laugh. The joke had definitely sounded better in his head, but saying it out loud made him realize just oh poor humor it had been.

At her thoughts about astronomy, the Hufflepuff nodded silently agreeing with her sentiment.

"yeah alot is oot thare, distant galaxies, cosmos, comets, intergalactic councils, aliens... It really is amazin," he spoke while listing them of on his fingers one by one.

He met her gaze at her next question, whilst his hands idly rummaged through his lunchbox for something else to eat, the orange not fully satiating his hunger. Cirrus tapped his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the sky, trying to formulate his reasoning into actual understandable coherent sentences rather than jumbled mumbo jumbo.

"well A guess..." Cirrus started as he looked over at Olivia, a smile contagiously slipping across his features. "A hope it doesnae sound weird but ye remind me o myself. Like whan A first startit hogwarts."

He leaned forward resting his cheek and chin into the palm of his hand, everything about his demeanour just screaming relaxed and non-threatening. But even so, she still seemed to be very nervous and anxious, and by the way she delivered her words it seemed that stuff like this didn't happent to often to her. He could deeply relate to that fact all too well. Cirrus watched as she fiddled with her bracelet, obviously it added some sort of comfort for her so...

"nice bracelet, where'd ye get it from?" He said gesturing his free hand towards it with a quirked eyebrow.

At her question about his favorite subject he went blank, what was his favorite subject? He just sat frozen as if time had stopped, as he gazed into the distance expressionless. Then he got it.

"potions is ma favorite class, whit aboot ye?" He said breaking out of his frozem state with a large grin.

Gazing off into the distance would serve to have been a mistake for Cirrus, as he hadn't realized his small question would at normal circumstances deem to be simple and often elicit a somewhat similar or normal response. But this wasn't, as it turned out, a small question and neither was it under normal circumstances, he hadn't known the sentimental value behind this bracelet. But in reality, no single object holds the hurt that stings one heart, but rather the bittersweet emotions or memories that latch themselves around the said objects.

Why did one think that ghosts haunt houses? Or why dark wizardry horcruxes split pieces of their soul into objects? They aren't the object, but their spirit prevails amongst them, a painful memory that holds true to the fractured soul; that fragment captured in the small silver chain adorned with a crescent moon. If he had known maybe he wouldn't have said anything, or at the very least be better prepared amongst their light-hearted conversation. Worse was, he had been oblivious to the welling in her stirring hazel eyes.

“It was… my mother’s.” He hadn't noticed the few drops that she quickly swiped away, cause he was too stuck in his own mindless daydreams, staring at the clouds he was named afterwards. Maybe that's why he was such an airhead at times, but this was the last moment he needed to be floating into infinity and beyond.

Cirrus nodded at her choice of class agreeing with her sentiment before pausing at her statement of 'you could say I have a certain connection with them', and before he could ask what she meant by that, he turned his head opening his mouth just to snap it shut once more after seeing the tears threatening to fall from glassy eyes. Then the dam broke, tears falling like waterfalls, streaming down her face like rain against a window during a storm. Oh. She turned away quickly, retreating into herself as she apologized. The boy was somewhat puzzled, what had elicit tears if he had been paying closer attention he might've known or seen the signs. But for now he had to pay for the repercussions of his own naivety.

He leaned forward slightly reaching a hand out to hesitantly rub pat her back for a sense of reassurance dropping his voice a but more, before reaching to grab a napkin from his lunchbox, handing it to her. "Hey, ye dinnae neit tae apologize, it's okay tae cry y'know?" He said in a gentle tone with a tinge of worry, mimicking the best he could what his mother would do when he himself was upset, but of course he was trying to respect the girl's space since they didn't know each other very well. "A'm sorry gin A says anythin or did anythin tae upset ye... Did ma questions overwhelm ye?"

He continued to gently pat her back as he paused for a second, letting her cry it out a little before speaking up again. "dae ye want tae talk aboot it? sometimes thon makes ye feel better than bottlin it aw i, or we can dae somethin tae tak yer mind aff o't gin ye'd like?"