Closed Sunny Days pv Tesla Stone

Tes's hands clenched in the pocket of her overalls, crumpling the letter she was holding. It had been a couple days since she'd received it, and she wasn't sure what to do with the stress roiling in her stomach. She couldn't understand why she was feeling so strange about her grandmother's letters. After all, Elaine was only trying to be nice! It was just that the way she spoke about a fellow student at Hogwarts, like he was some sort of object for her to discard, just felt... off.

She'd been distracted and irritable in class, at least as irritable as the agreeable young girl could be, not liking the way her grandmother's words sat like a stone in her stomach. She couldn't bring herself to throw out the letter, or bury it in her suitcase and pretend it got lost, since she knew she'd simply receive another one wrongfully assuming it had been lost in the post and Tes was eagerly awaiting more mail. She had finally decided that the weekend was as good a time as any to "look" for this Levi Hawthorn she was supposed to find.

The weather had been beautiful and mild, so she'd given in to the urge to go for a run outside. Plenty of other students were out and about, and with the letter on hand, it was like she was doing what her grandmother asked. If she didn't find Levi this weekend, she'd just send her grandmother an owl reminding her that there were many students at Hogwarts and she couldn't just go around looking for one boy! That way she wasn't lying, and she still got to get some exercise and enjoy the weather guilt free. After all, what were the odds of running into someone she'd never met-

Except, as she started to think that semi-smugly, she caught sight of someone unfortunately familiar. Slightly shorter than her, curly black hair, and black eyes. She stuttered to a stop from where she'd started walking out onto one of the paths around the grounds, pulling out the letter to desperately hope she couldn't have the right person. But no, he matched her grandmother's description perfectly. Surely there were plenty of students that looked like that though! She'd introduce herself just like she'd been told in the letter, clear up the misunderstanding, and maybe make a new friend, or just run away and forget this ever happened! It was a perfect plan.

Straightening the bandana headband she had tying her hair back and attempting to flatten the strands she could feel sticking up in the back of her head, she stuffed the parchment back into her pocket and strode forward with more confidence than she felt. Quickly wiping her hands on her shorts so she could offer one for a handshake without any sweat from nerves or the warmth, she said with more confidence than she felt, "Hi- Er, Hello. My name is Tesla," she hesitated, her voice rising up like a question rather than a statement, "Blackwood?" She cleared her throat, nodding a bit, "Um, yeah. Hello, I'm Tesla Blackwood! I'm a Hufflepuff. What's your name?" She realized moments too late that was nowhere near what her grandmother had written in her letter, and her confident grin turned into something a bit more sheepish and akin to a dog that had been caught trying to steal food from the dinner table.