Hey, You There!

Abbey threw her broom on the ground next to her and collapsed on a random couch, exhausted and sore from Quidditch practice. She rubbed her sore arms and legs, wishing that at that very moment she could have a professional massage. Abbey then looked around the almost empty common room and wished she had someone to talk to...

Kylie sat curled on a couch, slouched over a book. It wasn't anything she was particularly interested in, her first year Potions book, but she hadn't met many people yet and in her free time had blazed through all of the books she had brought with her. She felt awkward sitting alone without one, so she had picked this up, rationalizing that she'd get started on her reading. Mostly, she ended up glancing randomly about the page and turning it occasionally, while her mind wandered.

Suddenly a girl walked in and practically fell onto a couch, dropping her things onto the floor on the way, and drawing Kylie's attention. Glancing around for the first time in awhile, she noted that other students had filtered in, but appeared much more engrossed in their studies than she was.

Deciding to go take a walk outside and get some well needed sunshine, she got up and began walking. Her eyes flitted back to the girl, noticing a broom among her dropped items. Hm, she must play Quidditch Kylie thought to herself. The mere thought of the game made her cringe; she could barely keep from falling and being clumsy on the ground; flying around unsteadily on a very frail piece of (albeit magic) wood was not her cup of tea. If she ever played, she would probably...

Right about that moment, Kylie's foot strayed too close to the broom and she tripped, falling to her knees. Feeling a blush creeping up her neck, she dared a glance at the girl, smiling embarrassedly. “And that is why I would never survive for a minute playing Quidditch.”

Abbey shot bolt upright as a gigantic 'THUD' resounded through the room. Abbey looked down to see a new girl she hadn't talked to sprawled on the floor over her broom. "Oh my gosh, are you okay!?" Abbey cried, getting off the couch to help the girl. She helped her up from the floor then placed her broom beside the couch where hopefully no one else would trip on it. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left my broom there!" Abbey said, quickly apoligizing to the poor girl after she had nearly killed herself on Abbey's broom.

Kylie smiled, feeling a little embarrassed at all of the attention the other girl was giving her. “No, no, I'm fine, I promise.” Taking the girl's offered hand, she stood back up. “Trust me, I'm really clumsy – I can literally trip over nothing.” Pulling up her right sleeve, she presented a pale thin scar on her forearm. “See this? One time while I was doing homework, I got all fidgety and accidentally fell off my chair – straight onto a pencil. I'm used to it. So really, don't worry.” Realizing that her internal babble was starting to leak through her mouth, Kylie stuck out her hand. “I'm Kylie, by the way.”

Abbey stifled a giggle as the girl showed her a scar where she had fallen out of a chair once. "Wow, that's funny!" she said. "Hi Kylie, nice to meet you. I'm Abbey." Abbey said, shaking Kylie's offered hand. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before." Abbey asked.

“I'm a first year, I just got here this term. I've just kind of...blended in I guess. Haven't made many friends yet. I'm reduced to actually doing homework,” Kylie giggled, holding up her Potions book. “I've seen you around a bit, I think, out practicing on the Quidditch pitch. I like to walk around the grounds when the weather's nice, and occasionally I stop by to watch practice. I think it's fascinating, I could never do that. As you can see,” she said sheepishly with a gesture at her scarred arm.

Abbey laughed. She liked this girl, and decided once she got to know her better she could end up being a potential friend. "When you watch us practice, do you think we look good?" Abbey asked nervously. "Becuase we have a match againest Slytherin soon, and we have to beat them!"


OOC: Post in my plot!

Kylie smiled, enjoying the feeling of talking to someone more than just about mundane classwork; this was probably the longest conversation she'd had since the start of the term. “I, well...I've never actually watched a Quidditch game before. I kind of vaguely know how it works, and I've seen pictures, but I'm probably not the one to ask about how well you're doing.” Pausing for a moment, Kylie cocked her head slightly, looking up to the left as she replayed some of those afternoon practices in her head, and wishing suddenly that she'd paid more attention. “Most of the team seems very comfortable, at home, on the pitch and with the equipment; it looks like most of their movements have been well practiced to the point that they're instinctive and they move smoothly from one to the next. There are a couple players, though, who look like they still have to really consciously think about what they're doing and walk through all the steps in their heads. Like I said, I'm no Quidditch expert, but it seems like while that is all well and good for practice, in a game they need to be able to do everything precisely and without thinking.” Finally taking a breath, Kylie grinned. “I like to watch people. Can you tell?”

OOC: Sorry, I'm not familiar with how plots work here. Should I just post to be added under your friends?

Abbey nodded and laughed. "Well I hope you are making friends here. Not everyone is very friendly, but Hogwarts is a great place to be." Abbey said. "I'm a third year, so I've been here ahwhile." Abbey paused, not sure what to say next. "Well, how about you tell me about yourself?" she asked.


OOC: Well there's a little code that you fill out on my plot. But if you are having a hard time figuring that out, just post to be a friend!

“My story's nothing special. Grew up on a small farm with my family. Dad's a wizard, mum's a Muggle, and I'm kind of familiar with both situations but feel like I don't quite fit in with either by itself.” Pausing for a moment, Kylie wondered if Abbey cared about blood and all that junk. Shrugging slightly to herself, she decided that if Abbey was that kind of person, she wasn't sure she was someone she would want to be friends with anyway. “My younger brother, Steven, is my best friend, and I really miss him. He has a couple years left until he gets to come to Hogwarts too.” Realizing that she was still standing up, Kylie gestured toward the door. “If you're not too tired, do you mind going outside to continue our conversation? I've been inside all day, and I could really use some fresh air.”