Reuniting with an old friend Closed

Simon had come into the Library to check out another book on magical medicine since he had recently finished his latest conquest. He was browsing the shelves, looking over the titles on the spines, and he had just selected one when he heard the voice.

"Thanks for being here bro. It makes me feel better knowing I'm with a friend."

He glanced over his shoulder to see a girl he had met before in the Rehearsal Room and he mistakenly thought she had been talking to him. "Oh, hey, Pandora!" he replied and took the few steps over to her table. It was as he was placing his bag gently onto one of the empty chairs at the table that he saw her rabbit and felt silly, realizing that she probably was talking to it because the two only briefly met.

Still, he put the medical book down on the table. "Everything is always better with friends. Mind if I join you?" he asked, hoping that she might say yes. He watched her, curious as to why things were better with a friend. That indicated that something was wrong and he most certainly hoped he could help the Ravenclaw. His middle name, Ezra, meant "to help" and Simon was always eager to live up to being helpful.

Maybe she did just want to be left alone though. The Library was a quiet place were many came to be alone, although sometimes groups came there to do their work. Simon came there for groupwork sometimes, other times solitude, and sometimes to utilize his makeout corner - not that anyone really needed to know that.

Still though, she said it herself, it was better knowing you were with a friend.

Pandora was pulled out of her thoughts by the voice of a familiar child. When she looked in the direction the voice came from, she recognized it when she saw the older Hufflepuff boy coming. It was Simon she met in the rehearsal room.

"Hey Simon. Glad to see you here. What have you been up to since we last met?"

She tried to speak in a happy voice, but it was a little obvious that it was fake. She has never been a good liar.

"No, of course. Yes, as you said, everything is better with friends."

She tidied up some of her things and made room for Simon. She realized that she didn't know all that well.

"Ummm do you still play the guitar?"

After a long silence she began to speak. She was still confused. That's why you don't talk that much. Studying the History of Magic wasn't helping her get distracted. She took a deep sigh.

"Why is this course so hard? This is the last lesson I need right now"

She spoke too loudly and angrily. That's why her pale face turned slightly red. She didn't know what to say. She looked at Simon with shameful eyes.

@Simon Kincaid

"I've been doing alright, I suppose," which was true enough. Things had been busy - with schoolwork, prefect stuff, socializing, and broom racing. Still, it wasn't a bad sort of busy - just one that didn't leave him with a lot of free time on his hands.

"Yea, still playing the guitar. Music is such an integrated part of my life, I don't think I could ever leave it behind." It was his passion. It's what drove him some days, guided him other days, and sometimes even helped him discover his thoughts and emotions on something. He let music often take the lead.

She then grew frustrated and muttered about a class being difficult and seemed to regret saying so. Was it because she was a Ravenclaw? Even Ravenclaws could have difficulty in a class. Simon perked up though. His grades were pretty good despite his lack of perfection when it came to wand-casting. He could probably help her out with her coursework and honestly, it was probably just some small little something that was causing her not to understand. "Which class? I can help," he offered immediately and dragged his chair closer to hers. It wouldn't be a burden at all; he was happy to help.

She was very happy to see Simon.

Pandora was happy to hear that. Simon was really talented and it was good to heared. She watched his sit next to him. She thought it would help clear her thoughts.

"Uhm History of Magic. It's not a class that I normally understand at all, and I've been very disconnected from the lessons because of what's going on these days. But yeah, you can help. So I came to work but I'm distracted and I can't forget."

As she said this, a small drop of blood fell from her eye, but she quickly managed to wipe her hand with the reverse. She hoped Simon didn't see this. She returned to her lesson. But her mind was always elsewhere. No, don't think about it, she told herself.

"She never understood this lesson, normal Muggle history is hard enough already. It brings me sleep."

A little rebellion. She was already starting to feel sleepy. She was sleepy almost before it even started.
She yawned slightly. Ok it's time to focus she said to herself. Her eyes fell on her bag. She saw that there was no bunny in it. She looked around in fear. She looked around.

@Simon Kincaid