Breaking Through the Block PV May Moonstar

May had entered the library, and sat in a chair, where a boy she didn't knew was. She smiled at him at first, and opened her bag to retrieve a notebook that was new, barely used, with only a few pages of writing. May was now trying to write her own story, something new, something she had never tried before. This, her mother has told her, was to grow her intelligence, and Eloise Moonstar, May’s mother, wanted May to give her the notebook full of stories afterwards.

At first, May thought it wasn't interesting, and boring, but if she wanted to keep up with writing her long essays of history of magic, she had to do her mother’s biding. But then, May had thought it as a interesting new topic to expand her imagination, and it was very convenient, when it came to spending time alone.

May dipped her quill into the inkwell and began to write,
Once there was a witch that liked winter…
What was that beginning? May furiously snatched the paper and turned it into a ball. Yes, she had transfigured its form. May always reminded herself that Transfiguration is seen every day, like that moment.

May, curious, looked at what the boy was doing and lifted a eyebrow. He was writing. It didn't look like a school essay. It didn't look like homework. It actually looked like a writer, writing a book.

May’s father had known lots of writers, and had taken May with him. So May, the little eleven year old that loved reading but wasn't very good at writing, had seen writers, real ones, writing books.

Deciding she should ask the boy for advice, she spoke up, "W-what are you writing?” Hopefully, the boy would help her out, and poor May wouldn't have to do it alone

Nick paused for a moment, debating over one of the characters in his story. He wanted the protagonist's mentor to be comical in some way but the way the character was set up right now was pretty serious. Leaning back in his chair, he touched the tip of his quill to his tongue for a moment before inspiration hit him and he went back to writing. This story was going great so far, his writer's blocks were few and far in between.

The sound of crumbling paper broke Nick out of his groove. Turning, he saw a clearly frustrated girl crumbling up a piece of paper. He hadn't noticed her sit down but then again he was riding high on inspiration. He gave a knowing nod of sympathy before turning back to his work.

"W-what are you writing?”

Interrupted from his rhythm once again, Nick turned to face the girl again. Only this time, she was facing him and talking to him. He racked his brain for a moment to figure out what she had said since he wasn't really paying attention. He would ask her to repeat herself but that would most likely lead to an awkward exchange of him continuously asking her to repeat what she said, never being able to understand what she said.

"Hmm? Oh just this little novel I'm working on." Nick said, being ambiguous in case she didn't actually care about the novel which she probably didn't. He looked over to ball of crumpled up paper, clearly made out of frustration.

"Writer's block huh?" Nick said, motioning to the paper ball, "I've been there before. What's got you stuck?" He thought he might've been a bit too forward, maybe she was just trying to make conversation to ignore the thing she came in here to do, but Nick was in a good mood so why not be helpful?

@May Moonstar