Just a study session.. Closed

So turns out she was 13. He laughed and said "aww look at that the shortie can punch" he laughed again and said " and also 5'10 is not very tall, I seriously think you are just short. ". He picked up his satchel and started putting his things away and said " Yeah! I think getting to know you would be fun " he said brightly.

" Oh I said you surprise me because you are a Gryffindor because you are a lot nicer than most of us." he said with a nervous laugh. It was honestly true she was nice and didn't mind him distracting her from her studies. He traced the tip of the index finger over the crest on his bag.

Suddenly he got really homesick. He missed his family and wished they wrote more because he had sent them several owls but no reply, but his father honestly had wanted nothing to do with the wizarding world and maybe that included sending owls.

He turned to the girl and smiled, she was fun to be around and didn't make it awkward so that was a plus. "Thanks . . . for being my friend" he said, " Or at least I think we are friends; we don't have to be if you don't want to" He added quickly.

"I'm 5'0 ," She told him with a blush. "And plus by the end of this year I bet you will be 6'0 foot." She chuckled, pushing her school bag to the side and moving her chair so that it was facing him. " Oh I said you surprise me because you are a Gryffindor because you are a lot nicer than most of us." he said with a nervous laugh. She smiled at him. "Thanks, and same with you, most of all the Gryffindor's ignore me. Like I did something wrong." She said mumbling the last part to herself

She noticed he suddenly looked lost.
He looked sad and had a frown plastered on his face. She was about to asked what's wrong but he started talking and became himself again. She slightly frowned, questioning what was wrong. Elizabeth had always been one to support and help others but she hated when she didn't know what was wrong. For the first time since she came she actually studied his features. He had simple brown hair with blonde highlights throughout, he had a comforting smile and glittering eyes. She finally focused and smiled at his question.

"Of course we're friends! I wouldn't still be here if I didn't want to be around you, am right? She giggled. "Anywho, what something you like to do? And your favorite color?" She asked before slightly cringing at the common questions.

He sighed with relief. “Awesome!! And yeah I thought all other Gryffindors were like that but you are pretty okay. “I’m 5’0” she said, she had gone red he suddenly said “ Are you alright you keep going red..?” His voice had curiosity tinging it. He thought about how cool it would be to be 6’0 tall. he would be taller then most first years at that point.

He thought carefully and said “ I like to play soccer and I like yellow. . . Because it’s a happy color”. “What about you” he asked. The little scratch underneath his left eye was stinging a bit but he ignored it because it had been a week it should have healed.

He looked her over she had dark hair and dark eyes. She was pretty but he wasn’t going to say that out loud because he was just simply stating an observation . He thought it wouldn’t be so bad having just one friend at the moment. He stood up and took off his hoodie, it didn’t help that the room was slightly heated. And asked her as he was sitting back down “Do you like to draw?” He added quickly “ you give off an artsy vibe ya know or that might just be me” he said with a laugh.

"Well my favorite color is Grey, because it's a smoothing color. And I love to dance." She told him with a smile. "I wish I was talented enough to be an artist and thank I guess." She chuckled looking back up at him and slowly frowning. She saw a gash under his eye bleeding.

She softly gasped bring my finger forward to collect dripping blood from his eye. "Bloody hell, what on earth did you do to your eye?" She asked curiously with a slight bit of worry. She brought her finger down and wiped it on a blank parchment. "Um, are you okay?".

She looked around the study hall too see if anyone could help when she realized everyone was gone, and it was pitch black outside. She let out a quiet,""Oh," before looking back at him. She brought her hand back to his face to wipe more blood, once again putting it on the once blank parchment, that had a bit of blood on it from before. She looked around the room trying to spot something that was making the room hot. She too took of her sweater, and started fanning herself. "Why is it so hot?" She asked him folding her sweater and putting it in her bag.