Chance Meeting at the Lake Private Finished

- Interacting with @Kyle DeRook -

Time: morning
Day: September 8, 2020
Location: Great Lake

Lydia would have never admitted this out loud, but she was really missing London. Even though she didn't want to spend the summer with her Grandmother, that changed pretty quickly as the woman gave her the opportunity to learn more about herself and about what she could do. Even though finding out that her mother had lied yet again to her, Lydia was actually kind of relieved to finally know the truth about her family, since a lot of things finally made sense.

That morning, with the classes finally starting, Lydia had gotten up pretty early so that she would have been able to get out of her common room right at 7AM, once the curfew was lifted since she didn't have in mind to get a detention any time soon. She was wearing her school robes, her long red hair still a little messy, as she was walking down the stairs and out, onto the courtyard and then on the grounds. The crispy morning air felt amazing on her skin, the wind was blowing gently, and almost no sounds could be heard. One might even doubt that inside the castle, hundreds of students were getting ready to face their day.

Her eyes were fixed over the Great Lake as she walked; she really wanted to sit there for a while before having to go to breakfast, since that was what she had done almost every day during the summer: she would have gotten up, changed into some sporty clothes and walked through the Hampstead Heath until she reached the ponds, where she would have spent some time just enjoying the peace and the view.

So at first she didn't notice the boy that had decided to take down a tree by punching it.

Lydia raised an eyebrow, confused by the sight of another student out of bed that early and by the way he didn't seem to care about his hands at all. For a second she wondered if maybe she should just ignore him, after all she didn't go there to talk with someone, but to stay a little by herself; but the closer she got, the more tempted to talk with the boy she got. Once she was close enough, she immediately noticed how he wasn't wearing his school uniform; his hair were long, and slightly messy in her opinion, and together with his whole punching the tree, he definitely looked like someone that was better to leave alone, especially when they seemed to have that much energy to let out.

Of course, Lydia did not care about that, not even for a second.

Instead, she cleared her voice and crossed her arms across her chest. "That tree must have done something really bad for you to treat him like that," she said as she motioned towards the boy with her head. "Are you alright?" she added then, her eyes trailing over to the boy's hands.

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The more she looked at the bloodied hands of the boy, the more tempted Lydia was to walk closer to him and check if he was alright. "I should have some tissues here, you can wrap them around the wounds and then go to the Hospital Wing. Those might get infected, and it wouldn't be nice if that would happen," she said as she reached for a package of tissues in the inside pocket of her robe, but stopped in her movements when she noticed the way the guy was looking at her.

The first thing she noticed were his bright, blue eyes, that were burning with either rage, or anger; something in the way he looked at her made Lydia's heart beat slightly faster, as a cold chill ran down her spine. Was that fear? Why was she scared of a fellow student, all of a sudden? Then, she took in the rest of his face and body; dressed like the typical bad boy, this guy had long hair that fell over his face, where a deep scar had its place on his left cheek. But that wasn't the only scar he apparently had; another one, on his left side of the neck and towards his shoulder, was clearly visible; it looked as if someone had brutally bitten him there, and Lydia found herself both curious and concerned.

What was it with Hogwarts' students and scars? First Ruka, whose arms were covered in them, and now this boy.

Lydia decided to let the whole thing of the tissues go, and instead resisted the urge to take a step back when the boy took one towards her. His words made her raise her eyebrows, surprised by how almost feral the boy sounded; she also had to admit that she really didn't like the way he "talked" about Brighton and- The red headed girl stopped her train of thoughts, her expression changing from surprised to confused. "How do you even know that?" she asked before shaking her head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I was just trying to help you, there's no need to be this rude," As she spoke, she adjusted a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes fixed onto the boy's one.

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Apparently, wanting to relax a little bit by the lake that morning seemed to be a difficult task; the boy in front of her appeared more frustrated than ever, and decided to turn his back on her, only to then decide to answer her. Lydia couldn't help the massive eye roll she did when he distorted the name of her house -it looked like a lot of people in Hogwarts liked to do that- and she listened to his words.

A Gryffindor, of course he was one; judging by the fact she had never seen him, and that he looked too old to be a first year, the red headed girl figured he was most likely an older student. And, judging by his words, a bully, as well?

"Look, I have no idea of who you are," she sighed, shaking her head. "But I'm sure th-" once again, the red headed girl's train of thoughts got interrupted when she noticed Rook -was that even his name?- walk away towards the water, only to proceed in putting his head under the surface. Confusion was written all over her face as she observed the boy; the more time she spent in that school, the more weird people she met everyday.

Lydia then decided that it didn't matter; she tried to help him out, he refused, so now she would go back to her original plan, to chill by the water until it was time for her to go to breakfast. Feeling still slightly annoyed with the Gryffindor, she walked as well towards the water, before sitting down, a couple of meters away from the boy, on the pebbles so that her shoes would be only a bunch of inches away from the lake's surface. She let her eyes wander around, before looking again at the boy; people usually really liked her, and because of her being a part-veela they were mostly gentle and kind to her. But this boy, he had been the complete opposite.

A spark of curiosity lit up Lydia's eyes as she thought that, even if this Lion was particularly rude, at least he didn't seem to be too influenced by her charm; she couldn't hide the fact that part of her was also slightly annoyed because of that, but it wasn't like she could make everyone like her.

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As the boy looked at Lydia, the girl could see the tension run through his body, his hands curled up into tight fists; it looked like he was in such a bad mood that not even the cold water of the lake managed to calm him down. She shrugged and moved her eyes over to the water’s surface, observing the waves that kept getting close to her feet, but not enough to properly touch them.

“I’m here because I wanted to enjoy some peace by the lake, before getting stuck into the usual routine,” she answered him, without even looking in his direction. “The grounds are big enough for the both of us to coexist, aren’t they?”

It was then that she looked at the Gryffindor boy again, properly taking in the way he looked; he would have been a pretty boy, if it wasn’t for his extremely rude attitude, or at least Lydia thought so.

“You don’t have to sit with me, if you want you’re free to go wherever you please. It is true that here it’s quite nice, so... I don’t mind if you decide to stay, but one thing is sure: I’m not going anywhere for now,” it was in situation like these, where she should have probably listened more to her common sense, that Lydia’s stubborn side usually came to the surface. She could have easily moved -after all, as she had just said, there was enough space for everyone- but she couldn’t stand that someone with an attitude like the Gryffindor’s boy might “win”.

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Lydia looked up at the boy when he spoke, a sigh leaving her lips. She didn't mean that he had to leave, he could have simply stayed there, without having to do all of this drama for nothing. She slightly rolled her eyes before turning back towards the water; the surface was relatively calm, even though it was a little windy outside, the sun was now shining high in the sky, and it felt nice over her skin. It would have been quite chilly if it would have been cloudy.

"Alright, I guess," she said shrugging, before turning her attention completely on the lake. She didn't bother to check if the Gryffindor actually left, he did say he wanted to go and he looked like the kind of person that did whatever he wanted anyway. Because of this, she didn't notice him walking closer to her and only when he felt someone touching her arms and being pulled up from the ground, she turned her head as she tried to see who it was.

"Wha- let me go! What are you doing!?" Lydia basically screamed, her legs moving frantically as she tried to free herself. The boy's hold was strong, no matter how much she tried to set herself free; there was a moment in which she thought she had managed to do that, but it only appeared that the Gryffindor boy only wanted to readjust his hold, because Lydia found herself trapped again.

When he spoke again, Lydia widened her eyes realising what he was planning to do. "Oh no, don't you dare-" she couldn't finish her sentence that she found herself being thrown inside of the lake. The water was freezing already, even though it was only the beginning of September and technically summer was not over yet, and the impact with it knocked out all of the air inside of her lungs. She opened her eyes underwater, but it was difficult to see anything aside from the light coming from above her; she swam in that direction, her movement slightly restricted by her school uniform that had become quite heavy from being wet -good thing that she knew how to swim, otherwise she could have seriously drowned.

Reemerging from the lake, Lydia started swimming to both stay afloat and reach the shore; her eyes were fixed over the boy, an angry expression written all over her features. How dare he do something like that? Who did he think he was? Once she reached the land again, she moved the hair away from her face before she started marching towards the boy. If she would have stopped for a second to think, she would have realised that it was probably not a good idea.

"What exactly is wrong with you!" she said as she stopped a meter away from him, her breathing heavy both from the swimming and the anger. "Not only you have the manners of someone that was raised by- by wolves!" she started, as she tried to find the right way to express just how rude he was being. "But you're also completely out of your mind! The lake is dangerous, you can't just throw people in it!"