Boredom Closed

She sighed "I'm glad you're okay but their was no need to lie about being hurt." She said with seriousness. After all her time of being by herself she learned to know when someone was telling the truth or not. It was a hobby of hers to read people body language and decipher what they really mean or how they feel.
"You okay?" She turned to the owner of the voice and smiled "ah..yes ,To say the least." She mumbled the last part. "Sorry about the mess! I didn't mean to create such a commotion." She helped the Gryffindor. "Dianna Michi at your service." She smiled with confidence after she finished piling up the books.

Turing back to Quinn. "Yes I would love to join you all that if it wasn't a bother. Also is there a change any of you have water?" She knew it was a weird request since they just met but she rather get rid of the flowers the quickest way possible. Meeting new people was a new thing for Dianna And she didn't want to look bad. Maybe if you had learned to control it like mother said you wouldn't be in this mess. She thought to herself. But if she did she wouldn't have met them. She shrugged at her thought before waiting for a reply.

"Water?" He hummed in thought still ignoring the dull pain he was feeling on his face. Quinn took the small bag slung across his shoulder, and swiftly brought it to the front of his body. He spent roughly a minute searching through the disorganized insides of the seemingly worn and battered bag. "Hrrrmmm..." He found himself humming again.

Shortly after the boy sighed and stopped, "Blast. I appear to not have any la-...Dianna." For once the boy was happy to have caught himself. He really was beginning to turn into his Daideó, and almost twelve years of age at that. 'Come to think of it...he'd probably be proud I'm turning into a miniature him.' It was truly a thought he didn't care to relish, no matter how funny it may be.

He's beginning to get off topic again and let his mind ramble though, 'Come on! Focus Quinn!' He mentally smacked himself and forced his mind to focus in on the task at hand. "Ah yeah I'm fine. We Healy's are built tough. Probably due to all the trouble we get up to." He laughed softly at his own little remark.

After hearing what Dianna had to say he was elated, "Great then come join us, and you too lass. You have to tell me about that book you were reading. Oh and Dianna please tell me all about that wall of flowers you conjured up. Have you always been able to do that? How big can you make them? How thick can they be? Are you able to weaponize them? Is this an inherited type of magic? If so can your mom do it too?" He began to bombard the poor girl with questions.

Finally his curiosity got the better of him and there was a great spark and light behind his inquisitive orbs." Quinn was so caught up in his question asking that he did not think to pace himself, or think about the fact the poor girl may not enjoy being bombarded with questions. Of course, he didn't mean anything bad by it. Twas his nature after all, but he could still be overbearing without realizing it at times despite the genuine curiosity he displayed. Truly he could be an acquired taste as far as friends go from time to time.