We could be immortals PV Hugh Lowe Finished

A frown appeared on her face as she fell into thought. There had to be a way to improve this design, right? Of course, there was. However, she just could not think of it. Pressing the pencil down on the paper, she scribbled another couple of lines before crossing something out. This was not exactly working... Perhaps if she tried changing it... Holding the page, she turned it. Turning it did not really help but she was attempting to 'look at it from another angle' as though that would help. With fresh eyes or whatever. That sort of thing.

Lost in thought, she was very distracted by the designs on the page and the thought of creating cool new armour. Her father would be so proud of her if she managed to make something in the term and brought it home to show him! How cool would that be? Though, she had no idea what she would even make or how she would make it. But that was literally what she was working on right now, after all.

At least, it was until she got caught by a loud sound. A gasp escaped her, as she almost screamed. Her body literally jumped, her chest pounding suddenly from the loud noise that caught her attention. Did something fall- no, someone. Blinking, she noticed a rather large student had fallen not too far from her. He seemed to be grumbling about something, not moving. Wait- was he unable to get up? In a panic, she quickly put her page down, dropping it and throwing something on it as she stood up, rushing up to him.

"Hey - are you alright?! Are you hurt? Do you need a hand?" Serena started spewing out questions. She had no idea how she would help him - especially if he wanted a hand up, could she really even help him to get up? Nonetheless, she offered her hand and would pull with all of her might if he accepted.

Memories of when she last met the boy had not come to mind. In fact, she was paying very little attention to who he was. He looked so different that she kind of did not really think about it. He was just some rather tall guy - who was not Quinn. That was kind of all she really thought about.

If he did not move, she would start leaning down as though to check for blood or anything near his head, in case he hit it. Frowning, she stared at him, hoping he was alright. A look of pure concern and genuine worry was plastered on her face the entire time as she tried to assist him.

"I- N-no, I don't... Sorry..." She mumbled, feeling bad for asking stupid questions. She really had no idea how it felt to faceplant into the ground at that height - and she now knew that she never would. Her dreams of even getting to six foot were squashed over a year ago. He seemed to be able to get up fine though and did not appear to be bleeding or anything, which was always a positive.

Serena blinked as he said his name. Hugh. Should she know it? They met years ago? She was pretty sure she would recall meeting someone that tall! When did- oh. Right. Paracelsus Adgar Myth. Literally years ago. She had managed to successfully avoid getting into a confrontation with him and the rumours that he had spread seemed to have faded by now.

Frowning in confusion for a few moments, it was clear that she was trying to remember him. It did her a few moments later. She recalled the meeting after Hugh reminded her. It was just after she found that the masked student was her own friend and he had been responsible for pushing the Gryffindor into her, and the whole start of all of the rumours, she presumed. Though she had no idea why that Paracelsus (also known as that Parasite) was told. But she assumed it was them gossiping in the dorms or something since it only seemed to be Gryffindor boys that were scared she was going to give them all cooties.

She scratched the back of her head awkwardly, "Paracelsus Adgar Myth. He spread... rumours about me. I remember," She responded in a grumble, "Sorry... I... had a lot going on then... I- ah, you don't really care for the whole story, do you?" She continued, recalling that she got mad at him when he seemed to believe the rumours. She had started to repeat the incident but it dawned on her that he probably did not care what her excuse was. Serena had been upset about the whole situation with Ben and Siege and it didn't help. "They still aren't true, mind you! The rumours, I mean..." She added as an afterthought, feeling the need to clarify.

Glancing over her shoulder towards the stuff he had pointed at, "Oh, it's fine. I was just drawing some designs. I want to start broom racing and figured, I probably could use a helmet or something, you know?" Before she smiled, "In case I fall to the ground, you know?" She was clearly teasing a little as a joke but she had no idea if he would take it as such.

In her defense, she played quidditch in the past so maybe she did know how it felt to fall to the ground!

Serena twiddled her fingers awkwardly, as it looked like she was crazy and Hugh was not buying it. She was being honest though but she had no idea how to convince him. Sighing softly, she decided that there was just no point in explaining it. Besides, who cares what he thought! She knew the truth! Grumble, grumble. Despite the thoughts, she looked a bit awkward and just stared at the ground.

"Fashion?" She repeated as she looked down at her own outfit. She was dressed so casually, in a pair of shorts and a red t-shirt. Was that fashionable? She did not really know, "I wouldn't say I know anything about fashion," Serena admitted as she tugged on the bottom of her t-shirt that was slightly too big for her. Perhaps one or two sizes too big. Her mother said she would grow into it... years ago... She never really did but it was pretty comfortable so she wore it.

Hugh seemed vaguely interested in the conversation though, so Serena continued - mostly because she was really excited to share this with someone and he was the only one here asking questions, "No no! I was thinking like a proper one. The leather ones aren't super protective, you know? I really like Headmaster Lear's armour so was thinking something like that," Serena continued as she practically ran back to her pile of stuff, as she moved to the sketches and rooted through them quickly - clearly looking for something.

"Something like this!" She showed him, holding up a sketch of some medieval helmets that fully covered a person's face, leaving only some eye slits. "I was thinking of trying to make it in metal but like... I'm not really sure how to make it yet but I'll get there, one day! Just uh trying to do some designs first," Serena rambled on, waving the page around. She was clearly way too excited.

Pausing for a moment, she tilted her head as she looked up to the sky. She wiggled her nose in thought as she pondered on something for a few moments. It was clear she was thinking by the fact that she went quiet. "Though, you know what? Maybe armour should be fashionable..." She mumbled as though that made perfect sense and everyone should consider armour fashion.

"I- Wh- I'm not giving him a frickin' bucket in gold!" Serena responded, as she imagined the image of it. She burst into laughter thinking about it. It seemed so funny, "He would need bucket eye holes, oh gosh, that- that's so funny," She continued, laughing way too much on the topic as though she was hit by the tickling charm. The goblin clutched her stomach a little after a few moments, after succeeding to get the words out of her mouth during her laughter. Alright, the Headmaster could probably pull it off but that seemed so much less cool than his current armour, which was pretty glorious - worthy of a true knight!

It took a solid minute or two of her just giggling her head off in front of the guy, bending over in hysterical laughter as she tried to calm down. "Oh, gosh," She continued, panting as she managed to try and stop laughing, catching her breath once more. There was a bit of water at the corners of her eyes as she was clearly about to burst into laughter once more.

Sitting down, since she had almost fallen over from laughing too hard anyway, Serena looked up at him as he continued to ask questions. The grin remained fixed on her face as she heard the words that he said - showing an interest in what she was doing. It faded only when she heard the word goblin.

Like an arrow to the heart, her smile dropped off her face and the happy carefree attitude that she had for the past couple of minutes - after they had moved on from the awkward rumour stuff - quickly dissipated like it never even existed. It faded quickly, her eyes looking around awkwardly as she tried to find a way to respond. "My... goblin friends?" She asked him, after a few moments of silence, trying to see what he actually meant by those words. Perhaps she was overthinking this. Perhaps there was a very obvious reference he was implying by that and she just... was not aware of it. He was not talking about her heritage, right? He had not noticed... right? She swallowed, hesitantly looking up to see his reaction to it, "What do you mean?"