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Paisley had decided she was going to spend part of her day getting ahead of the game on studies. Contrary to what she might seem like, the girl didn’t actually enjoy studying, though she did enjoy a good book. In fact, there were plenty of other things she’d rather do. But, alas, she had a bigger picture in mind and it did require her to waste away her days mulling over words on a page.

She emerged from her tent, A History of Magic and a notebook tucked under her arm and a bottle of water and a hand-fan in the other. It was nice and toasty outside, and while the tents had been charmed to remain cool on the inside she still didn’t fancy being cooped up. So, instead, she made a path towards the outskirts of the camp. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail and she wore a pair of denim shorts, a navy tank-top and her typical black high-tops. Chocolate eyes scanned the tree-line, searching for the perfect arbre to sprawl beneath.

A little way down she found a huge oak, its branches spreading high and wide to provide ample shade at its gnarled roots. Tucking herself into the base on a soft patch of mossy grass, she pried open her textbook to the first chapter, dipped her quill into her bottle of ink, and began to take notes.

Hot.

Scolding. Burning.

As Remi took a heaving inhale, in-taking the major heat of today. Remi didn't deal good with heat, even with cooling charms on his clothing to make it feel like a bearable mid seventies Fahrenheit or 24 Celsius which wasn't the problem. It was this damn moisture in the air, he couldn't stand it. It made him all stinky like melted sugar was on his face.

Walking around in his black shorts and with a simple white T-shirt on. He appeared to just come out of one of the tents early but once Remi looked upon over yonder, he saw this tall girl sitting near by the tree.

"I-Is she... Studying? Who studies in the summer?"

He muttered to himself, believing that the summer months were for fun, not wasting away as you read the brick known as A History of Magic.

Taking his hand and wiping it over his face as he could feel sweat starting to bead onto his forehead, maybe the girl did have it right. Not with the studying but with the staying under the shade and avoiding the sun's rays.

Walking closer as he shouted from a distance,

"Hey!"

He gave a rather rambunctious wave, trying to get her attention,

"What are you doing just studying at a time like this? I'm Remi, first year. I'm guessing you're the same year with that brick you're holding."

Said the boy, now a couple of feet away from her and trying to peer at her book, nosily.

"Haven't seen you around? You got a name?"

Giving the old 'Syl-greeting'.

And that would have just been that before noticing another person who appeared to be ontop of the tree, within the branches. Remi always wanted to learn how to climb trees but those were such muggles acts. Plus, it hurt his skin anytime he tried to do it.

@Miranda Everest

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Them vibes.

Pure-blood vibes or... Maybe it was something else, but it was a strong feeling.

He noticed with the muggle-born that they had a lot of traditions and references to Muggle culture, like one girl was talking about a movie star who played in their movies. Action, he assumed. Or constant talks about the internet while Remi's family, being traditional as they were, came around just recently as they bought the boy a flip-phone from some sale somewhere. Owls, of course, are out-dated in terms of speed compared to a phone but at least you could use your owl in magical areas instead of technology. Worthless. That's why that said flip-phone is at his ma' and pa's house, in his bedroom drawer.

Half-bloods were very much different, however. The duality of knowing about Muggle customs and Wizarding lore which, at times, made Remi jealous. Being awkward in social situations always gave him this gut-feeling of despair and overall doom. Maybe he's the youngest of his siblings and loves attention or maybe he was just socially needy, down to his roots.

"Who are you?"

Blinked for a moment, realizing he said his real name,

"Remius. S-sorry, I always miss that part, heh..."

He lied, oafishly not following up on his own made-up name. But he tried to brush past that point.

"And someone's a bit crabby."

He jested without smiling, almost as if he was testing the waters with this person. Or atleast, not right away.

A smile slowly formed on Remi's face,

"Now, what's yours? Come from any special wizarding family?"

Taking his chance to go for his hunch about her being a pure-blood, stressing on the word special, trying to see if that would generate a reaction or not.

Interacting with @Remi Yao

Peace. She was sure she’d found a place of peace to be left alone, but apparently it wasn’t to be. A voice called out and she chose to ignore it, sure that they couldn’t be talking to her. After a moment, however, a pair of shoes entered her field of vision and the voice spoke again. She stifled the sigh that threatened to come from her mouth, looking up from her book and notes to find an ebony skinned boy peering nosily at her. He spoke a lot, so she waited patiently for him to finish. When he was done, she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the voice of another. A voice that was, curiously, coming from above.

Both her and the boy’s attention turned upward and she spied a blond-haired girl peeking down from the branches. Her brows rose, startled that she hadn’t noticed her before when she’d settled down. She shot them, particularly the noisy boy, with a positively venomous look and her chocolate gaze traveled to spy the book in her hand. Ah, that made sense. It seemed she’d been interrupted as well.

The two bantered back and forth, the boy introducing himself as Remius and the girl as Miranda. The boy asked about her family in a manner that she’d heard far too many times in her life from her own family. “Oh, so you’re from that Bellweather branch”, “You’re part of them that mucked it all up,” or “Such a shame from such a proud, successful line.” She’d heard them from the time that she was a young child, when they’d still been going to family functions and her aunts and uncles had kept her cousins from playing with her and Percival. As if they’d catch something from the squib and the half-blood.

She closed her book with a loud thump and stood up.

“My name is Paisley, and I don’t think last names have much to do with anything. You can be a phenomenal witch or wizard as a muggle-born and an absolutely horrendous one as a pure-blood,” she stated, chocolate eyes looking directly at Remius. There was nothing aggressive in her posture, in fact she was rather relaxed. Her expression, however, was firm.

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