Confusing Support PV Maggie Hawkins closed

─────Maggie was no stranger to overwhelming environments and managing such. In fact, she enjoyed the big stuff. She liked the school, how truly big and vast it was. How the castle jutted out of the beautiful Scottish countryside like a beacon, a palace of hopes and dreams and years to come. The history of the place, rich with knowledge, drew Maggie in as she'd never experienced. Honestly, she hadn't the faintest idea who Harry Potter was (only that he was, like, in prison or something now), but the very concept that someone from this world could be famous just like the muggle movie stars? Wonderful.

Not that Maggie was desperate for fame. She totally wasn't, what a ridiculous assertion.

Still, the courtyard was solace. Pretty place, with plants and beautifully sculpted columns of stone, rising from the earth like Stonehenge. For wizards. Was Stonehenge itself for wizards? Looked magic enough.

A good way to get away from it all, let out those stressors and the overwhelming energy of a million students milling about the castle at any given moment. Maggie thought she'd seen more people today than she'd ever seen in her own hometown.

One thing Maggie was not was subtle. Or respectful of personal space, really. So when she saw poor, poor Camille Asher sitting all by his lonesome? Free real estate!

Maggie flounced over to him and sat herself down at his side without so much as a 'hello'. "You look like a ghost. Anyone ever told you that?" Launched right in, yapping about as if she'd known this kid her entire life. "Looks like you've seen a ghost."

She observed his face, the way he looked both serene and frightened for this big place all at once. "Really, though, I can't fathom why you'd be out here all alone, kid. Plenty of people to talk to, if you ask me," regard for personal space aside, Maggie reached over to tug on the sleeve of Cam's robes. "Ravenclaw, look at you! I haven't really met many of those so far."

─────Maggie didn't come with any ill intent. Normally. Occasionally, she'd show up with the sole purpose of irritating someone, making them feel bad. Drop a couple of crappy compliments and watch them trip over their laces like an idiot. Today, though? Today she was mercifully kind. If you could use that word, that is.

Camille Asher was curious. He was quiet, one of those introverted types. Wasn't hard to decipher. He was quiet, looked nervous when Maggie got too close. Almost looked frightened of her, the way he flinched away from her touch and stuttered.

Honestly? Maggie didn't much mind.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Slytherin. World's best house!" Not biased whatsoever. Biased? Maggie? Absolutely not! How could you suggest such a thing! "The rumors about us aren't true. Is that why you don't know many Slytherins? You think we're evil?" On the last word, Maggie wavered her voice, outstretched her hands, and wiggled her fingers in a dull caricature of a ghost.

Lively. No pun intended.

Maggie leaned back, very nearly falling over the wall she sat on until her hand shot out and slapped with a dull 'whap' against the stone. "I just wanted to pay you some company. That a crime?" Camille looked way too lonely. Way too sad. "No offense, really, but you look like you don't have many friends."

─────Jerky and fearful. If asked, those were the words that Maggie might use to describe the enigma she was coming to know as Camille Asher. He seemed skittish as if frightened of even the slightest movement. Reminded her a bit of a mouse, really. The sound of Maggie's palm smacking stone was hardly any cause for concern or worry, but Camille Asher jumped as if he'd been the recipient of her strike.

Curious.

"I didn't tell you?" Funny. Maggie could've sworn that she'd given this boy her name. "I'm Maggie. You can call me whatever you'd like, though, I mean, what's really in a name, after all?"

Quite a lot, if you asked some students. The way Maggie saw it, a name was just an identifying measure. If you really didn't want to, you didn't even have to have a name at all. Which seemed a bit silly, looking back in hindsight, but Maggie often didn't think about the things she chose to say.

It showed, quite plainly, she thought.

"That just raises quite the moral question, though, doesn't it? You don't believe anyone is really and truly evil. Very well, except for the question; is that true, though? Nobody's evil?" Maggie spoke as if she didn't have to breathe. As if taking a singular breath might be detrimental or otherwise unbecoming of her. She spoke as if a gun were put to her head and she had been told that she had two minutes, tops, to say her last words.

Unfortunately, no gun was against Maggie Hawkins' head. She was just like that. "So then you have to wonder... do you really think nobody is truly evil or is that some morality thing you've got going on in your own head?"

Ethics and morality. What fun!

─────Morality was something Maggie scarcely thought about when it came down to it. She didn't consider herself to be a particularly moral person, honestly. Sure, she knew her rights from her wrongs and she knew obvious things. She just didn't really care, honestly. Which sounded horrible, wow, wow, but it wasn't as if Maggie really and truly meant harm.

Just had a big mouth and no filter.

"That is fair, I suppose. I guess that nobody's really born evil, are they?" Camille made a fair point. How could someone be born truly evil? Did babies come out of their mothers entirely good or entirely evil? "I think human beings are just born. Y'know? They're born human. Humanity isn't necessarily good or evil, if that makes any sense at all. It's just human. Or whatever," Humanity, in itself, was just human. It wasn't good or bad, it wasn't yes or no, it wasn't black or white.

It just was.

Or maybe Maggie was looking too far into the subject. Maybe this all didn't matter and it never would. Maybe she was just talking to another student about anything under the sun.

It was more fun to believe they were having deep, philosophical conversations in the Hogwarts courtyard.

"You got classes to go to, kid? Or do you just sit out here all day, looking all existential and sad?"

─────Well, no, Maggie didn't mean anything rude by it! Honest! She was just being observant. Which was a good habit to get into, by the way. Being observant. She observed that Camille looked kinda sad and dismal and depressed, which sucked for him, yeah, and she had just wanted to know whether or not he constantly looked like that. Not to be rude, of course. She never meant to be rude! Obviously!

Except for when she did. Which was not right now.

But Camille Asher bit back! Had a bit of spunk to him, a bit of spice and fire and bite. Maggie liked that. He seemed so calm and tranquil and zen on the outside, but on the inside? Maybe this kid was a tiger, ready to leap out. Tear through enemies and topple empires. Or something cheesy like that, Maggie didn't know. Maggie didn't really care, either.

"Got a little bit of pushback in you, huh?" Maggie laughed, sitting back as far as she possibly could without falling over the edge of the wall she had planted herself on. "No, I do not go to classes. Obviously. I spend all my time sneaking up on unsuspecting victims and trying to freak them out super bad. And you," she held up a single finger, right in the center of her face, at the tip of her nose. "Are my latest victim."

Ha! Got him! Maggie was powerful, yes she was. Danced with devils, that girl.