Spring Time

Finally spring had arrived, and there would be no more snow. Finding it a great deal warmer than it had been, and much more warmer than where he had come from in Russia Oliver had shed his winter clothing for lighter fabrics and clothing. He smiled as he stood among other students who had been happy to venture out side. With him he had brought his camera hoping to photograph some animals that were just awakening though he hadn't seen many yet, a few finicky squirrels but not that many birds or anything. With a sigh he lifted the camera to his face and looked around through the lens deciding to watch the people for a while.

For Cordella, spring was the beginning of excitement. It was when the first grapes of the season began to bloom and the very first bottles of seasonal wine began to creep onto the shelves for consumption. Of course by the time the clocks went forward, many a trip had been made into Dufftown for cases of red and white. There was dizziness in the Slytherin common room thereafter and the Dutch courage saw Cordella clambering up to the Ravenclaw tower many a night with renewed fervency to see her girlfriend. Gisele was more than happy to let Della in and slowly enough, the Slytherin was beginning to get used to the Ravenclaw riddles; though, that said, she couldn’t for the life of her understand why they couldn’t just use passwords.

That morning, Della had dressed with a mind to go to Hogsmeade but changed her mind last minute when she realised that Alaric would be taking Gisele. Testily, Cordella watched as they left the castle and took a few bites of her toast before making to follow them. Of course in the end she faltered and turned away, deigning instead to make her way down into the grounds where there she found herself nigh alone but for one person: Oliver Krum – not that the surname was his to have anyway.

The last Krums had begun to filter out – Merlin only knew where Cecilia Krum had gotten to – and the new arrivals weren’t arriving at all, electing instead to go to their traditional school: Durmstrang. Their bastard was the only one left just about and Cordella didn’t exactly like him. It wasn’t just the Gryffindor-Slytherin distaste but it was also the fact that he genuinely seemed like a lost puppy dog and Della didn’t have any time for that sort of thing. You had to fight for what you wanted.

“That’s creepy,” Della commented drolly as she came up behind Oliver. “Please desist. If you want to talk to people... go.”

"What is the point in talking to people?" Oliver replied snapping a few pictures of students by the lake and the like. "You learn so much by just watching." Slowly he turned to point the camera at the one who had spoken his finger pushing the button down to snap a picture. "Such a wonderful photo." He said with a smirk dropping the camera away from his face. "Is there something you wanted, Miss?" He asked cocking his head to the side. This is a girl he had not had the pleasure of meeting before this moment and he did not recognize her as to a house or year.

Cordella quirked an idle eyebrow at Oliver's clipped response and a smirk spread over her lips as she realised she'd hit a nerve. She looked at Oliver, inclining her head stubbornly, before smiling placidly at him as though nothing was amiss.

"You get to listen to their titters, don't you?" Della replied easily. "We can't all loom in shadows and watch - it simply isn't practical."

Cordella's eyes narrowed briefly when she realised he'd taken a picture of her but soon enough her easy smile returned and her arrogance bloomed.

"Of course it is," She retorted narcissitically. “You took a picture of me.”

The girl scuffed her boots into the mud at her feet and shrugged her shoulders, an impish smile that Kendall often wore appearing on her features.

“I wanted to see what the creepy Gryffindor was doing with his camera. Turns out I wasn’t far wrong.” She extended her hand. “Cordella Quinn.”

"Sometimes, when I'm close enough." Oliver said taking a mental note of her vain comment about how the photo was beautiful because it was of her. "Photos of even the most beautiful person can be one of the ugliest in existence." Oliver commented quietly, "It's not all about the subject matter but also the photographer and the moment it is taken in." He said rising an eyebrow and looking away from the girl for a moment then back at her again as she introduced herself. "Pleased to meet you Ms. Cordella. I'm Oliver Krum, though you may know that already." He looked back towards the lake lifting his camera once again zooming in on a pixy that flew around not to far away.