invitation to friendship closed

Her heart dropped. She didn't even know what to say, HOW STUPID CAN ONE PERSON BE?. This was her fault, she had to make it up to him. But then she saw the anger in his eyes- no, he was hurt. She didn't understand what was wrong with herself.

"I was only trying to"

she stopped herself when she saw the look in his eyes- hatred- and got erratically terrified. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Apparently, his tears were also contagious, as one seemed to jump right off of her cheek onto hers. She wiped one tear, or two, turned to him, and said

"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to- I'm going to go, okay?"

, turned to pick up her stuff, and started walking to the door, headed to madam malkins, truly anywhere but here would end her suffering. She wondered if she had truly hurt him. She had never intended to, she was kind, and she had never "made a friend" that quickly before, she was excited, but her dreams were slightly crushed. As she walked out the door, a bow out of her hair, covered with splotches of green ink fell silently to the ground.

Nico felt bad.
Yes, Nico had felt something for once.
As she walked away, Nico put his hand to his head, trying to figure out what to do. He felt guilty, and mad at himself. He had a friend, for like ten minutes, and then scared her away.
Whyyyy?!
"I. Am. SUCH a jerk!! Why, Nico, WHY?!? I sounded like such a jerk! Damn it, Nico!"
He realized he had gotten ink all over his face, which made him feel even more guilty. His feelings were very conflicted until he finally decided to follow her and apologize. Hopefully, she would be too terribly upset, and maybe Nico would actually get to have a friend for once in his life.
As he stepped outside, he saw her bow, covered in ink.
"It's hers."
Looking around, he saw Fionnuala walking towards Madam Malkins. He crept along quietly, slowly catching up with her. Creeping around in shadows, and being deadly silent was Nico's specialty.
He was less than a foot away from her when he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Boo."
And then in true "Nico fashion," he tripped over his own shoelace, he laughed.
"Hi...? I think I fell on a rock. Will you help me up, please?" He asked her.

@Fionnuala Veer

She felt horrible, walking through the streets. there is something wrong with me, to her, it was entirely her fault. She kept walking, just thinking about him, she didn't want to, but she did. He was so kind, I don't think he wanted to be, but he was Fionnuala imagined that he tried to put on a tough exterior, that he was emotionless and unknown of kindness. But then again she wondered, how does som- "BOO!". She jumped and turned to see Nico on the ground. Nico, she knew him for barely 10 minutes and yet she felt such warmth when she saw him, such happiness radiating off of is dark shaggy hair, the sun touched it in subtle ways that made her see a bit of red like the stars had jumped into the highlights creating a brightness, he looked as if he was glowing. He tripped, and she laughed. Not even with him, at him. It was funny, she couldn't control herself, she full belly laughed at him for about a minute until she helped him up. His face, such harsh features, cold exterior, but when you look for a moment longer you see that he is so much more. Smile lines. He had smile lines, she grinned at the thought of him smiling, truly, smiling.

"And who are you to be asking me for your help?"

She said in a rather self-confident manner, wondering if he truly knew how to put the smile to use.

Nico smirked, she sounded kind of overly confident, so he decided to be even more arrogant, "I just so happen to be Nico Cirillo II, named after my grandfather, the first and only child of Karen and Theodore Cirillo, and descended from hundreds of generations of Pure-Blood witches and wizards, some of which were quite rich and famous."
He'd had gone to plenty of family reunions to know how to boast about your bloodline and parentage, along with how rich you are. He now understood why his cousins were so bratty are over confident, because he sounded just like them.
"Now to add a nice, kind, humble line, with just a hint of annoying, can't let things get too normal."
"I am also Nico, an eleven year old boy talking to an eleven year old girl, named Fionnuala, who I humbly request a friendship with. Just- Don't ever hug me again, especially without permission. Never."
Nico wondered if he should maybe apologize, but he brushed that feeling off when he pulled grass out of his hair and saw an ant on it. He freaked out and started shaking his hair saying, "EW, EW, EW, EWWWWW!!!! DON'T LAUGH, THERE WAS A BUG IN MY HAIR!!! GET IT OUT, EWWW!!!"

@Fionnuala Veer

She watched the way he spoke, not quite understanding if she was in the wrong or if he was. Of course, what she had done was not incredibly smart, or well thought out, but it wasn't cruel. What he had done was cruel. But the way he carried himself was admirable, he was cocky, that for sure, but she liked that about him. She hoped that she could ground him a bit.

"Well I'm just Fionnuala, from the great wizarding family of Veer."

She stood for a moment, wondering whether to apologize or scold, so she settled for a bit of both.

"I'm sorry, I really am, I didnt mean to upset you, and I admit that what I did was uncalled for, and unthoughtfull... but I don't deserve to be treated so cruely, and I hope that in the future I will think through my actions as well as you can perhaps think through your words. You know, If I didn't like you I think I'd probably kill yo-"

It was sudden, she thought something horribly wrong had happened and she reached for her wand, whatever she could do, the only spells she had really understood were stupify and episky, but she had only heard them, or seen them be done, not actually performed them herself. Until she saw it, a fly a fly had gotten in his hair and he acted as If it was the great dark wizard Grindelwald had come back to find one last kill. She tried swatting it away for a moment while she laughed but was unsuccessful, so she took a more specific approach.

"HOLD STILL"

and he did while she steadied his head and grabbed the tiny bug and set it off to find another victim. It was until then that she had refrained from understanding the gravity of the situation, and then she laughed, with him this time, and said

"The great Nico Cirillo taken down by a single killer, the vicious, the notorious- random fly minding its own buisness!"

Nico scowled, that fly was not minding its own business, at all.
Veer.
But that's a Pure-Blood family.
"Is she actually a Pure-Blood? But she seems so... muggle like."
"How would you like it if you had a fly stuck in your shiny, perfect hair...?" He mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear it, ever so slightly.
"Would you really," he inquired, "Would you really kill me? But I'm just so kind and lovely! Besides the shadows would be lonely without me. How could you do that to them?!" Nico was a master of stealth, silence, and social invisibility, but drama- no, he invented dramatic.
Nico would not apologize, for he had done nothing wrong. She was the one who hugged him, he was just startled. So instead he just said, "Just- a warning next time, maybe? And I'm very offended by you scolding me, my own mother hasn't scolded me in such ways since I was younger. It hurts, you know?"
Looking up at the sky. he saw that the sun was already beginning to go down. He turned around to see the moon climbing up into the sky, a full moon. The moon was one of the few pleasures Nico had, it's surface was hardly tampered with by humans, it was completely natural.
"Full moon means werewolves, and those are plenty of fun. Definitely."
Just to be obnoxious, because he had clearly already begun to bother her, he smirked and leaned his head back and howled.

@Fionnuala Veer