The Courtyard PV Bloom Silverton Finished

Her hair looked quite nice to have been jinxed, but then again - magic did wonders. He was glad she wasn't left with a bald head, he's seen too many girls cry in the last few weeks. Much of her movement made him curious, what was going through her mind? She seemed pretty comfortable around him so far, so far. He didn't know what to say to her or if he should even say anything at all. It was was a couple of things that kind of bewildered him, there was an air of intimacy that was relaxing to be around. "A whole table by Marcus de Wynter."

He pressed his tongue on the inside of his cheek; he needed to make sure to watch out for such a student. He didn't want to end up getting a jinx on him either. His eyes had wandered to where her gaze was before, his hands. The young man put them up and waved them like 'jazz hands', "Thumb pulling, it's a bad habit of mind. I usually need something in my hands when I'm sitting still." 

He supposed he should tell her something, she's given him so much information already. Not only that, he felt comfortable with telling her a few things. "I doubt you'll appreciate me asking about classes, but I'm not holding you up from supper or anything am I?" Everyone had places to be and he sometimes ends up pulling people more into conversation rather than letting them go. 

She dramatically nodded her head when he repeated Marcus' name. To think that someone would go as far as to jinx the entire Ravenclaw table and get away with it. Now that was a student who had power in Hogwarts, and perhaps even further into the Wizarding World.

She laughed when he did jazz hands in front of her. However, when he explained that he always needed something in his hand, she stared at the rose bushes to the other side of him and blushed. Was he able to hear thoughts? How did he know that she was thinking of being in contact with him and was thinking about just touching his hands? Bloom blinked a couple times in a row to get her mind back to reality and without thinking, she laughed, "my hands are always available!" Bloom's laughter became nervous laughter and she slowly quieted down. She stared at the ground with shock. What did I just say and why did I just say that? Bloom's heart was pounding faster and faster.

Bloom could be going to her study group with her dorm mates, but she figured that since they would be there for hours, he wasn't holding her up at all. "Nope, not at all," she slightly lied. For some reason, she would rather herself be with him here than to sit with a pile of books and anxious Ravenclaw's. She wondered why he would ask if she had anything that she needed to do. What was he going to tell her? "Is there something you wanted to tell me?" she asked, helping him open up.

Bloom listened to Reid. She pulled back her hair on her right side behind her ear and looked at him while he spoke. She wanted to understand where he was coming from because she knew that everyone had their own story. For some reason, Reid was a bit more mysterious to her.

Her thin lips made a small smile when he began to talk about being homesick. She completely understood where he was coming from. She had always been home with her parents and siblings. Now, she was alone and on her own to find friends and to path her life to success. It was a large jump for an eleven-year-old to go through. Thankfully, it was only for the academic year where they would be home during the winter and summer. But the problem? School had just started.

Butterflies in her stomach were getting stronger and stronger. She felt for him, but how could she show him? A hug? No, that would have been too strong. They just met and she needed to be a little more distant than just giving a stranger a hug. Bloom took her right hand and placed it on Reid's knee. Her body shifting to face towards him and she looked at him.

"What if we studied together? Maybe a Ravenclaw can teach you a thing or two," she joked, but really she meant to be sincere. She wanted him to know that she wanted to help him succeed. "Also, who cares about who's pureblood, half-blood or muggle-born," she added, "we are all wizards and witches who are striving to learn and be someone in this world." Bloom truly believed that it did not matter what kind of bloodline someone was, it was their creativity, hard work and determination that made them who they were.

Bloom realized that her hand hadn't moved from on his knee. Was it time to move it or was it supposed to stay there for a longer period of time? She had no idea. Bloom froze and couldn't think of what to do next.

Bloom could feel the stiffness of Reid's body from her hand on his knee. She absolutely did leave her hand there long enough. She slowly took her hand off when he began to talk about a study group that was already to be formed with another Ravenclaw. Of course there's one with a Ravenclaw in the process of getting formed..., she thought to herself, annoyed at the fact that Ravenclaw's have officially taken over the study room at all times.

"Yeah, that sounds great!" she lied. She didn't want to be with any more Ravenclaw's. And realistically, she was beginning to like him for how kind he was. How many other people are developing these feelings towards him, too? Probably a lot.

Bloom had already given two big moves onto Reid. She scooted closer to him and even placed her hand on his knee. Both did not make him realize that she was crushing on him. Maybe he just doesn't like me like that... He probably met someone else, she thought, rejecting herself instantly. Bloom, already had her hand taken off his knee, decided to scoot a little's away from him to give the same amount of distance as there was before she moved close. She crossed her legs and played with the edges of her skirt again, still listening to him.

"Thanks, Reid. You're a fantastic listener too," Bloom looked up at the Hufflepuff with a big smile on her face. Her laughing lines exposed and her brown eyes squinting from the sun. She then realized that because of her great listening skills, she probably got placed in the friend zone for good. Oh well..., she thought. She wasn't the type of person to push and instead left it alone. Her heart, however, was screaming. She felt as though it was telling her to tell him something, but she didn't know what.

"I'm pretty good with Charms. I mean, I could without the essays, but the spell practicing is fun," she added when he added about the two subjects that he needed to work on. She didn't need to work on any subject. Bloom was fine with each subject that was given to her. Her problem? Focus. She didn't want to just sit down for hours at a time and get everything done. She wanted to always have fun and do something adventurous. Which is probably why she didn't think of herself as a Ravenclaw to begin with.

Bloom can tell that their conversation was almost coming to an end. But she couldn't help but to want to keep it going and if it wasn't for now, then when? Maybe she could invite him to the Lake? No, that's weird. But she does want to go to the lake sometime and swim. She knows that there are a bunch of odd creatures in the lake to watch out for, but being young and naive had its moments.

"What adventures do you see yourself doing in Hogwarts?" she asked, wondering what his typical adventure would be. Maybe this could get him to stay a tad bit longer in thinking and for them to express their interests.

Bloom never thought about Quidditch as a way of being adventurous. She wondered if she would ever try out for the team when it was time to do so. She knew it wouldn't be for a couple of years, and who knows what kind of person she would develop into. For now, she would consider herself a fan. She thought about duelling and wondered if she would be fit to be a part of that club. There was a problem. She heard rumors that the leader of the club was Marcus... Bloom was unsure if she wanted to keep finding herself intertwined with his presence.

"You'll make the cut. I can see you as a keeper or maybe a chaser," she said, thinking about Reid playing Quidditch. He would definitely be a very fit player and one that she would watch each time. She would probably root for Hufflepuff just because she knew he would be on the team. Bloom snapped out of day dreaming about Reid a Hufflepuff Quidditch player and went back to reality.

He asked Bloom what she wanted to do as an adventure at Hogwarts and she froze. What did she want to do? She wanted to have fun, but that wasn't something that benefited her for the future. Fun wasn't going to help pass the O.W.L.'s or the N.E.W.T.'s. It was just going to be for the moment and that was it. She played with the ends of her skirt and switched her legs while thinking of what she wanted to do. She had no idea and now it was awkwardly silent. I guess I could just say something fun..., she thought.

"I want to go swimming in the lake. I know it's dangerous and not wise, but that's my ideal adventure so far," she said softly. "So..." she left her statement open-ended. She wondered what he thought of that idea. Was it dumb? She didn't care anymore. The Hufflepuff didn't like her anyways, so what was there to lose? Bloom hoped that he didn't notice that she didn't really answer his question about what extracurricular she would partake in. If she was honest, she doesn't even know what to try out first.

Bloom never really thought about what was inside the lake. She heard stories about there people merpeople and squids, but she assumed that they would be deep into the lake. She only wanted to explore the shore line-- up to her knees at most. The thought of being in something so dangerous made her even more curious about it.

"Of course we would stay in the shallow parts. I'd like to not get eaten by squids, thank you," she joked, but then her laugh lessened because no matter where she was in the lake, something could always go wrong.

She could tell that he was thinking about something else. But the fact that he had not told her means that he wasn't comfortable saying something about it. Bloom wasn't going to push him. If she got to know him thus far, he would be honest and share if he wanted to. Perhaps later he would share with her something that he's been thinking about.

Her heart skipped a beat. Reid had asked to accompany her on her dangerous adventure. But the way he did it made her blush ever so slightly. "Oh um," she said, slightly flustered. "I'd love to have company," she finished. Yes, I'd love for you to tag along. But just you, she thought. Her heart was screaming of happiness, and the butterflies in her stomach felt as though they were moving around twice as fast. She took a deep breath and smiled. "When do you want to go? Nighttime is probably best," she suggested, wondering what he would say.